Overlordly Broken: Re

by oblivon2991

"Everything that has a beginning has an end..." At least according to the saying. Many those who embraced this thought reached their end... Many of them never understand the truth behind the quote... But what if the so called end means a new beginning instead of the promised end? What happens when a spark refused to die? Let's find out. (Overlordly Broken Rewrite) Enjoy! (AU)

35. Elves! Bandits! Adventure!

Written by oblivon2991

Thank you for reading my fanfic and for giving me a chance.

My mother language is not English, so please be patient about the grammatical issues.

I don't own the Overlord(オーバーロードŌbārōdo?) novel or anime series created by Kugane Maruyama.

I would like to thank the excellent job that the Skythewood translator team has done with the light novel translation.

Without their hard and persistent work, I surely couldn't write this story.

Please review it. I know I will make mistakes, and I intend to correct them, as well as try to learn from them and improve myself.

Thank you!

Now let's continue our little story!

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Chapter 35: Elves! Bandits! Adventure!

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"This is unacceptable!" a young elf hit the table hard, gritting his teeth in rage.

"We were here! On the discussed time! Yet that damn adventurer refuses to show up! Just how highly does she think of herself!?"

"Calm down, Valynn…" the elder dark elf lowered his head, then glared at his apprentice. "I am sure Lady Raidyn has her reasons not coming. Just as her companion stated, she is a busy individual."

Several elves inhabited the luxurious hotel room, all watching the young, brown-haired elf.

"But master! Our mission is crucial! We can't just allow a simple…"

"Valynn! Do I have to remind you what our king ordered?!"

"N-No…" his green eyes diverted, filled with shame. The man still remembered their insane monarch's words.

Even if they want to hire a different group to help with the task, the king's "spy" is here, sitting in the corner, wearing an all body cloak and a mask — continuously scribbling in his notebook, watching their every move.

Indeed, that man was strange, only answering questions necessary, speaking in short sentences, eating separately. Usually, this figure completely isolated himself from everyone. Almost like he didn't want any connection with them. Only here to scribe their failure or success.

"Our King's orders were clear! Recover the young prince! Our only help will be Silver Wolf." the dark elf master repeated what their king said, earning a sour acceptance from all five people from the room.

"So we just leave it like that!? So we march to our deaths!? With an unknown adventurer group with a leader that can't even show up in time!?"

"The king ordered, we obey!" said so the female knight, wearing full body, segmented armor. It's glinting color silver, carrying the symbol of the phoenix.

"That we do…"

"Aye…" came the unified answer from all already accepted the impossible task they faced.

Flashback end:

All happened a few days ago, and now, two elves faced the guild master of the Adventurer Guild, stationed in the Capital of Re-Estize kingdom.

"So, will Raidyn-dono arrive today, or once again, we need to reconcile our meeting?" the elder elf asked his expression as always, calm, sitting before the guild master of the capital with folded fingers.

"I am sure she will be here soon. Elysia-dono has also confirmed her arrival."

"Let's hope you are right."

The regional guild master was sweating slightly. She was a well-known adventurer in the past, reaching up to Mythril rank. Usually, in their profession, very few live long enough to retreat, fewer survive with all of their limbs intact.

Yet, despite being over forty years old, she looked healthy and strong, very few can say the same.

A few minutes passed on a whim, all in silence, awaiting the arrival of the esteemed group. All this silence started to become uncomfortable, for both sides, awaited their arrival.

'Knock! Knock!'

"Come in!" the guild master called, and who entered, was the awaited group. Finally, both members are present. Or, better said… all three-member are present!

"Sorry for being late, guild master. A few urgent things come by up recently. I couldn't be present last time."

"I see… that's understandable, Raidyn-dono. Don't even think about it." hummed the woman, glancing suspiciously at the third member, nonetheless, leaving without a word — for now, at least.

"Let me introduce you to the contractors, Master Sharian Farfiel Vaydark, the Councilor of the Elven Kingdom, and his apprentice, Valynn Vasati Inajyre."

The elves stood up and bowed, it was evident from the scholarly appearance they are not fighters, more like scholars or mages.

"Welcome." Raidyn nodded, measuring the two.

"Please, Raidyn-dono. Take a seat and start the discussion."

"As you wish…"

And thus, the small group took seats. Facing their contractors, the guild master sitting on the preside. Introductions weren't needed ; they already knew who they were facing. The esteemed adventurer, Raidyn, and her adamantine class group.

"So, why do you need my group, Silver Wolf, specifically?…"

Elysia frowned, elbowing Raidyn slightly.

"What?"

"We have a mission for you and your group, Raidyn-dono. A mission that requires an adamantine team like yours to succeed."

"I see, that's understandable…"

"Why us? If I may ask? What's the nature of this mission?"

The room silenced suddenly, Elysia taking the word from Raidyn's mouth.

"Elysia…"

"It is quite unlikely you come that far as the Re-Estize Kingdom, just to hire a group. As I heard, the Elven Kingdom has its own respective groups. Why us then?"

Yes, she has a lot of free time. Aside from training, the kitsune girl tried to spend it wisely. Among many things, she collected new info about this world. One of the countries that raised her interest was the Elven Kingdom.

It was quite suspicious the elves coming this far, just to hire their group. Too suspicious if you asked her. Until now, she remained silent, waiting for Raidyn to ask. Yet, now it was time, now that all of them were here, she asked. Too impatient to know the truth.

"Elysia!" Raidyn shook her head, furrowing her brow behind her mask.

"Don't "Elysia" me, Raidyn. If you do not ask and accept everything, they say. I will ask. Only an imbecile does not ask, no?"

Raidyn groaned deep inside, seeing the insistence of her comrade. Yet, she is right. She knows this. The only difference, the adamantine adventurer player, would close on the topic differently.

"Hmm, maybe you are right. It is a little bit strange. But we didn't even allow these gentlemen to state their reason being here. Let's let them continue, then we will ask. Please forgive us cutting in, Vaydark-dono. My colleague is a little lively."

Watching the younger elf on the side of the elder, it was evident he could barely contain himself. His brow is twitching by the mere disrespect the girl spouted.

"Ahh!"

Suddenly, Raidyn placed her palm on Elysia's nob, basically forcing her to lower her head.

"We are very sorry!"

"So-Sorry!" the girl tried to raise her head, but against her fellow player's enormous strength, she was helpless. It was like an ant try to tow a train — the only option she had to apologize — and she was not happy about it.

"Hahahaha! Don't even mention it, Raidyn-dono. Your young companion indeed stated a very important question. A question I planned to explain before I was so abruptly interrupted. Please, raise your head."

Despite being so suddenly interrupted, Vaydark didn't seem to be bothered. Moreover, quite happy someone dared to ask a good question. It happened so rarely nowadays.

People who dare to ask were rare, rarer those who state the right question. If they say at the right time? That was almost unheard of in his profession.

For a teacher like him, it was a joyous moment. Even his apprentice does so very rarely due to his deep respect towards him.

He was not a youngling anymore; he made mistakes, very few dared to mention.

If you asked him, the questions were excellent. Questioning the knowledge of others, and waiting for a clear explanation was better. After all, only religions and politics dealt with the unknown and left it alone once they were satisfied with the result. It was not his path, no! His way was knowledge and magic!

"Suh," the guild master breathed a sigh of relief, relieved this immediate question had not turned away their customers.

She was well aware, she had very little authority over Adamantine Rank individuals, even as a guild master, she can't punish or kick them out from the guild since Adamantine rank was that rare. They were the cream on the top! They received special treatment.

"Answering your questions, Elysia-dono. We didn't choose our people due to several reasons."

"And those reasons are?" The kitsune raised her brow, his tone slightly pushing.

"Well, I am not sure how versed you are in the current state of the Elf Kingdom. But we are at war with the Slane Theocracy. We simply have no free adventurers to help with our problem. Most of them are either on the frontlines of keeping our forest clear of dangerous monsters and helping the war effort." Of course, this was only a half-truth. They could free resources to bring their best adventurers, yet, due to certain "restrictions," they just won't!

"Excuse me for asking this, Vaydark-dono, but aren't adventurers forbade to participate in wars, and governmental business?"

Raidyn glanced at the guild master, who nodded.

"That's true… normally, adventurers are not allowed to participate in state affairs or wars. We are neutral organization." Of course, as said, Adamantine teams were always an exception of the rule.

"Unfortunately, our country has been in dire straits for some time. Thus, the adventurers guild of our home country relieved its members from this rule until the situation solved."

"I see…" hummed the guild master; she as well heard exceptions exist.

As she heard, the elven king was the member of the thirteen heroes previous; it is only natural to ask the adventurer guild for help. After all, he played great part in creating the organization when it first came into existence.

Though it is strange, with his strength, he should be able to solve the issue. Yet, it was not her place to question others, especially not a king. She was nothing — compared to him. The woman was just the humble leader of the local adventurer guild.

"Investigating the issue, and the available adventurers from different countries, your group seemed to be the best option. So, we took the effort to come here and hire you."

"Hmm, I see. Your trust is amendable, Vaydark-dono. But are you sure? As I heard, there are more famous adventurer groups than ours — for example, the Blue Rose, the Red Drop, Eight Ripples, Silver Thread." Raidyn listed just a few names. "There are many to choose from! Why us?" Raidyn didn't even mention Darkness, as they are present just as long as them.

"Two you mentioned, are adventurer groups belong to the Baharuth Empire. A nation that admittedly keeps elves as slaves. We would rather not do business with them... openly."

"I see, that's… understandable."

"Red Drop is not unavailable. Blue Rose… they might do, but they are a purely human group. They are not likely understand our situation."

"I assure you, Vaydark-dono. No matter the race, our adventurers are professionals. They perform according to their best, regardless of the race of their employer." the guild master added, slightly glaring at the elder dark elf.

"Please forgive me, maybe you misunderstood my words. Maybe I sounded racist. I didn't mean that — We didn't hire them because they are a purely human group."

"I am glad then…" the guild master nodded approving, she really disliked racists.

"Our reason is not hiring them simply the fact that their group is not suited to our current needs. And their leader's close connection to the nobility of the Kingdom of Re-Estize. If we asked their help now, that would raise the question of later favors, political favors Lady Lakyus' family or other politicians would raise. In our current situation, that would be unfavorable."

"I see… in that case, please forgive my suspicion."

Politics played a big part when one asked the help of the adventurer guild outside of their country.

No matter that the guild itself was neutral — and asked the same from their members. Some members, for example, Lakyus, were nobles, integral parts of the higher society that was the nobility.

If it came to an act that would turn favorable for her, or the kingdom later, she would use it. Asking free favors from the elven kingdom after finished her job: "I helped you, now you help me." Yes, that was the mentality of nobles. There were very few exceptions.

It was daring enough the elves asked someone outside of their country — as this as well can be used against them in a lesser degree, Ramposa could refer to it when it comes to negotiation or favors — but asking a team which led by a high ranked member of the kingdom — a noble. That was like offering their head on a plate. Only desperate people do so.

"Reviewing all the available candidates, the Silver Wolf was the most suitable for our needs." finished Vaydark, explaining his reason.

"I see… and the task, what's needs our attention?"

"Hmm, our Prince, had been kidnapped by an evil creature. Our King sent us to recover him. Unfortunately, scanning the area with magic, we are well aware of the strength and craft of the beast. We need more help to track it down and deal with it."

"I see… if I may ask, what's the nature of the creature you spoke about?"

"Most likely demonic, according to the traces. A strong demon, I assure you, worth your time."

"And why do you think we can deal with it? If it's as strong as you state, then it's possible we can't even touch it, no? Why do you think we can deal with it?" Raidyn inquired. She was well aware of her strength, but still, she hated to deal with unknowns.

This world was still hugely alien to her. If there were people who even she, and the full might of Nazarick can't handle, they would be in a big trouble raising that person's attention too early.

"…"

For long moments, silence ruled over the room until. Yet, in the next moment, the younger elf stood up, filled with anger.

"Are you mocking Master Vaydark?!"

"Excuse me?" Raidyn glanced at the younger elf, surprised it spoke up so sudden.

"All those questions! You are disrespecting my master, questioning his judgment! Just accept the damn assignment, and solve our issue! You arn't even willing to remove that helmet! Your third, uninvited companion, is not even revealing his face! Hiding behind that cloak! Master Vaydark deserves more than this! He deserves…!"

"Valynn!" the master's voice boomed, making the apprentice shudder.

"Raidyn-dono and her people took their precious time to listen to our concern, the least we can do is give her, and her group proper respect. She has the right to question and has the right to hide her face, only fools do not question the details of a dangerous mission! Only fools reveal themselves to people they don't even know! We are here because we need their help, and not in reverse. It is we who need to show some humbleness! Or you say, you have not learned anything under my tutelage!?"

The master words were harsh; even the experienced guild master shuddered for a moment.

"Bu-But, master?"

"That's enough! Sit down!"

Looking shameful, the elf magic caster clicked his tongue, leaving the meeting room right away. It seemed, he was unable to accept his master's judgment.

"Haah! Please, forgive him he is still young. Hot-blooded. He needs time to learn. I will discipline him after we finished here."

"It is no problem, I understand. He just wanted to protect you."

"I am glad you understand our situation, Raidyn-dono. As I said, we gravely need for your group's help. From what news reached our country about you and Elysia-dono's accomplishments, you perfectly fit our needs."

"I see… but I warn you; our services are costly. More so as we are working with a lot of unknown variables." Raidyn was blunt, right away stating, no matter the result, such a mission will cost the man greatly.

"I am well aware…" the old Dark Elf pulled out a fat pouch, pushing towards the Raidyn and her group.

"Ah…" the third — new — a member of Silver Wolf right away gasped, starting to sweat, showing the amount to the guild master earned the same reaction.

"Ra-Radyn-dono… this much!?"

"This… of course, only forward payment, once the issue solved, we will send the rest to the guild…"

Checking out the purse, it was brim with chips… mostly gold, and platinum chips. Barely a few silver, and no copper at all.

"Convincing amount… tell us more about your assignment." Raidyn leaned forward, waiting for the explanation.

"As you wish!"

And thus, the elf master gave the information needed. But only as much as needed, explaining the mission for the adventurers.

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Scene Change: Outside of the city borders: Two days later: At dawn:

"So, we are waiting here for some time…"

Elysia caressed her tail, inspecting it. It had been some time since it was properly taken care of — last time, one of the maids did so in Nazarick. Since then, it became quite dirty; she needed to take care of it better.

"Honestly… I like my tail. Really. It's surprisingly soft. But taking care of it?" she shrugged; she'd rather not think about how much of a hassle it was.

"Hmph!" the third member of their group just shrugged, looking towards the busy gate of the Capital.

"Anyway… who is this guy? Where did you get him?"

Raidyn and the man under the cloak glanced at each other, smiling.

"A surprise member." the Supreme being just chuckled, earning another shrug from the Kitsune.

"Right, thanks for the nothing. I mean… shit! You leave me alone all the time! Then when you return, you bring along this guy! What the hell wrong with you!?"

"See, I said she is lively."

"You said so…" the man under the hood smiled, looking amused by the lively girl.

"Ju-Just shut up! Who are you anyway!?"

"He will be your trainer in the near future, while also helping you with adventuring. As you may surmise, because of my other duties. I can't be around all the time. I don't want you to go alone and die. I am worried about you."

"Tch! As if I need anyone!" Elysia turned her head away, grumbling in herself.

"You always complain you are bored. It is either I choose someone from that place — what you firmly refused — or ask someone from outside for help. He is from around, so you can't complain. Every time you go alone, you come back injured. You are too reckless, padawan. Master will take care of you." Raidyn winked under her mask, earning an annoyed huff from her partner.

"Don't worry; I will do everything from my power. She will catch up no time." the man under the hood spoke, nodding respectfully towards the kitsune.

"The heck! My opinion doesn't even matter!?"

"Well, I asked him directly to help you. Is something wrong with that?"

Elysia was flabbergasted; these two completely ignored her opinion about the thing. Raidyn just decided in her stead; this was infuriating!

"Of course, it is! You don't even ask me?!"

"Hmm, I am sure he is trained and strong enough to help you. Believe me, he is good. One of the best you can find in the Kingdom."

"Well… thank you, Raidyn-dono. I take pride in my skills. Although, I don't think I have yet reached the level of Gazef Stronoff. Or even yours if it comes to that."

"Muu! Don't sell yourself short, I am sure, even if you're not there yet, you are close. After all, you trained and improved yourself since that tournament ended. No? That's worth something. You even give me a hard time."

"Hmm, indeed, it was a good match. Lady Raidyn's skills are indeed praiseworthy. Still, I think my craft still not good enough. I still have much to learn. Things, I hope you will teach me one day." the man hummed, nodding his head confidently.

He indeed felt his improvement since training together with those creatures. Against those opponents, who actually can prove a challenge, his development basically skyrocketed!

Still, when he approached Raidyn to join her group — in the order of his new master — he could barely keep up with the woman. It was like she just played around with him. Yet, he was not surprised, the world was big and wide, he learned this when Shalltear crushed his spirit and he woke up in that frozen prison. Since then, he would rather not praise himself in the open, leaving the boasting for his skills.

"We will see. I am not a good teacher though…" Raidyn chuckled, earning a bitter smile from their mysterious companion, and a shrug from the kitsune.

"Ignoring me like this…"

In the next moment, a small group of elves arrived, approaching the group that stood near the stables.

"Hmm, sorry for being late, Raidyn-dono. Our group needed some time to replenish our traveling necessities." In the next moment, the elder dark elf, followed by his group arrived. "And as you may guess, most humans don't like anyone who's different. We barely found someone who served our needs."

"Its not a problem, Elder Vaydark. We arrived not long ago. And please, forgive the denizens of the city. Not many elves come around here. They are very… paranoid, I think?"

Glancing at their new companion, the third member of Silver Wolf just shrugged, not as if he really cared about this already failing country.

"We recognized." the white-haired elder chuckled, not even slightly offended. He was already used to such treatment in a foreign country. "But it's all the past now. Let me introduce the rest of our group; you will travel together under this mission."

Raidyn and her team nodded, awaiting the introduction.

"First, Valynn Vasati Inajyre, my apprentice from house Inajyre. You meet him on our first meeting."

"Indeed…" Raidyn nodded towards the man, but he merely turned his head away, clicking his tongue annoyed. His master can only sigh, continuing with the other party members.

"Secondly, Paladin Captain Hagmar Olalee Iliyra, and her squire, Folen Syllar. Coming from the order of the phoenix, a famous paladin order from our country."

"It will be an honor, fighting by your side. Raidyn-dono. We heard much about your accomplishments." the beautiful elf lady clad in segmented armor bowed her head elegantly, giving all the respect she could muster. Her squire — a young dark elf with red hair and eyes bowed his head as well, said not a word, just a humble squire under the Captain, acting according.

Compared to the lady, he was quite average looking.

"Likewise, Paladin Captain. I am eager to see your skill on the field."

"Naturally…"

"Methild Oriwynn Nevarth, from house Nevarth. His accomplishments as hunter and tracker are well known amongst our people."

"Let's hope we get know each other better, Lady Raidyn, Lady Elysia…" the handsome elf with slightly tanned skin, yellow eyes, and black hair moved, raising Raidyn's and Elysia's arms and pressing a kiss on their hands. Gently, and graceful, just like a noble would do it.

Of course, this earned a glare from the paladin captain.

"How inappropriate…" she muttered.

"Jealous? Lady Iliyra?" the roguish elf give a wink the paladin, who turned her head away blushing.

"N-No…"

"Haah! Please forgive him, Raidyn-dono. He has his… own style to welcome the ladies. It's no surprise he is unable to rise higher than the rank of a simple Lieutenant, despite his skills and background."

"Well, as people used to say… more responsibility, more trouble." Nevarth just laughed it off the elder's scolding, not offended by the slightest.

'Whack!'

"Auu! What's that for!?" the noble rogue grabbed his head in pain, the paladin captain giving him a chop with her armored hand.

"You bring us shame!" she said with a ticking eye, looking extremely frustrated.

"I see, this is why you can't find a suitor, you chase them all away!"

"What did you just say!?" the paladin glared at the rogue, who found it all amusing.

"Well, well… this reaction? Lady Iliyra, don't say it is true?"

"Ju-Just shut up!"

"Anyway… let's continue with our last two members." Clearing his throat, Vaydark turned his head towards the lady wearing a cloak, underneath a dark priestly attire.

"Lady Ikeshia Herra, from the temple of Lupheneir."

"Lupheneir?" Elysia raised her brow, looking at her companions who as well just shrugged. They never heard a religion worshipping such deity.

"Sh-She is the goddess of moon and darkness. Not many people know her, though…" the priestess remained silent for a moment, looking away shy. "Our faith is ancient, after the arrival of the Six Gods we lost many followers." explained the shy dark elf, her eyes hidden under her hood, hands clutched into a prayer.

"Ah, yes. Indeed. She serves an ancient religion, her order offered their services willingly, sending their best specialist for our help." explained Vaydark, humming.

"I see…"

"And of course, lastly, our final member. Melandrach… he is sent by our king, to oversee and note our journey. He is a talented scribe and artist. He will not affect our mission and make the report to the king himself."

Raidyn and the man watched each other for long moments.

Before her, a mysterious figure. All body cloak, a hood hiding his head, pulled in his eyes, mouth hidden under a scarf.

"Strange…" she muttered but nonetheless bowed her head. In exchange, the man did the same.

"Now, as you introduce your group, I think it's our turn. I am Raidyn, as you know. My companion is Elysia…"

Elysia nodded, saying nothing more.

"And our new member…"

"Brain, Brain Unglaus…" Brain removed his hood, shocking everyone in the scene.

"Ehhh!?"

"Tha-That Brain Unglaus?!" everyone around can only gape, even in the Elf Kingdom, people heard about the justly famous man.

"Live in the flesh…" Brain was somewhat filled with pride, prideful after hearing that even all these years later, his fame is not lost its shine.

"Hmph!"

"Now, as we are all introduced. I think it's time to start our journey. You said your mission is quite urgent."

"Indeed, let's prepare our horses and start our journey. According to my calculations, it will take at least a few weeks to finish this mission. I hope you arranged everything, Lady Raidyn, Lady Elysia, Brain Unglaus. Just as I told you, this mission may take a while."

"Don't worry; we finished our ongoing business. We are at your service."

Raidyn and Elysia groaned deep inside when they first heard how much time this mission would take. Traveling that long? Without a proper bath? It will be a hellish journey, naturally, for Brain, who already accustomed to such trips, not so much.

"Splendid, in that case. Let's start our journey; we have no time to waste…"

And thus, the great journey started, filled with danger, and the knowledge of unknown. Where their way will lead, will come to light later.

Scene Change: Meanwhile, in Nazarick:

"So, Albedo? How do you manage?" Aura asked, slightly astounded by the new developments that happened while she was away. To know what she referred to, was only enough to look at the child that sat not far from her, the child, who strangely resembled Esdeath, wearing a pretty dress and sitting on Albedo's side.

"So yummy!" the child resembled Esdeath — but also had strange greenish skin — consumed a delicious looking cake, a satisfied expression on her face as she gnawed on the mouthful.

"Nephiroth-sama. Please, we spoke about this. Eat as a proper lady should." Albedo scolded the child. They spoke about this for long minutes. Teaching her the best she could, yet, this is the result. Her teachings were ignored.

"But it's so yummy! Albedo-nee-sama!" Nephiroth — as Esdeath named the child — continued to use her fork to stuff a mouthful once again.

"So cute! So cute! So cute!" Auriel hugged Nephi tight, suffocating her amongst her sizable bosoms. "Why did Mother never say I had a sister so cute!"

"Are you sure this is Esdeath-sama's child?" Aura looked doubtful, glancing at Auriel and Albedo.

"Bu-But Aura! Look how much she resembles Mother! Her face, her hair! The feelings she gives away…" the child smiled angelically, tilting her head. And like a proud sister, Auriel watched her with adoration. "She is so perfect! Like mother!"

"Well… I never said she didn't resemble her. But damn!"

"Well, certainly, Esdeath-sama never spoke of having an affair." Shalltear elegantly waved her fan, inspecting the child. All of them sat in a room, around a table sharing tea and cakes.

"Sha-Shalltear-san. Sh-She is a dryad. As Esdeath-sama explained, she used her blood near a tree, and it produced a fruit where from which this child born."

"Really?"

"Re-Really…" Mare hummed, he had been monitoring the growth since the first day. He knew all too well how it happened; he saw her birth first hand.

"Oh…"

Shalltear honestly has no idea what happened at first. And when she heard the news, she was flabbergasted. This was once worrisome, and great news for all the guardians and residents of the tomb.

Good news, considering they now have a little master to serve, and their existence will be justified even if Ainz and Esdeath wouldill be gone. Worrisome, thinking it was not her who produced an heir, more specifically to Ainz.

In this way, Shalltear felt her worth lessened, even more, slipping further to claim Ainz's love for herself.

Being that the little heir was entrusted to Albedo, not her, it was even worse. Now she felt useless. Considering the Supreme Beings think first at Albedo when it comes to taking care of their child, and not her, this was indeed sad.

"Maybe… it was because of my treasonous act…?" once again, she started to sulk, remembering the case and her failure as a guardian.

"Sad…"

"What?"

The child jumped down from her seat, walking to Shalltear.

"Your color is sad…" the kid watched her with her double-colored eyes. "Why sad?"

"Color?"

"Sad?" the people blinked around, not understanding what the girl speaking about.

"People colored. Yours… sad." muttered the kid, hugging the vampiress. "Don't be sad."

"Ummm!" Shalltear's face went red, not knowing what to do in this situation. Now, as someone hugged her, she felt somewhat relieved. The child smelt good, and her hair was smooth, like her "mother's."

"Thank you?" she asked, still confused about what's really happening.

"So cute!" Auriel shuttered, she couldn't get enough of the child.

Yet, in the next moment. "Eh…!?"

"Yours… they don't feel like Auriel or Albedo-nee-sama's."

"Wha-What are you doing!?"

"They feel different…" Shalltear backed, but the kid already grabbed the stuffing on her chest, not letting her get away even if she backed away, stretching her dress almost to burst.

"Sto-Stop it!"

"Why they feel different?" Nephiroth tilted her head, entirely confused by the distinctive difference between stuffing and real breasts.

"Hehe! Because they are fake!" Aura teased Shalltear, making her even more embarrassed. "Th-that's not true!"

"Heh! Even a child can make a distinction between fake and real. Admit it, Shalltear! You lost!"

"Th-that's not true! They are real!" Shalltear was now entirely humiliated, even despite being undead, her face all red hearing what Aura spouted.

"We all saw you in the throne room, just admit it."

"No! Since then, they come back! That was only temporary… I have a chest!" she tried to defend her shape, denying the claim. Yet, in the next moment, she felt the stuffing released, Nephiroth wandering to another member.

"Hoo, so flat…" in the next moment, Aura felt someone nudging her budging chest, poking it with their finger. This, of course, right away painted her face red.

"Eiii! Wha-What are you doing!?"

"Sister Auriel's and Albedo-nee-sama's are bigger and squishier! Yours are… so small." the heir offered an unamused expression, going back to Auriel, starting to play with her chest. "So soft… so squishy. So fun! Better!"

"Kha… Kha… Khaa…" now, Shalltear understood, how a simple kid — no matter if it's the heir of a Supreme Being — can distinguish between real and fake so young. It honestly made her shutter, and her jaw dropped for a long moment.

"Sister Auriel's aura is so bright!" Nephiroth smirked, seeing the arousal on Auriel's aura as she caressed her chest. Her blossoms were indeed sensitive. "She is really happy!"

"Now, I understand…" Aura sighed, shaking her head, realizing what the kid is doing.

"Sister?" Poor Mare, can only blink, most likely not as informed as to his sister.

"EiiI!" Auriel blushed, trying to endure. "Pl-Please! Stop! This doesn't feel good at all!"

"A-Albedo… just what do you teach her?" Aura asked, slightly scared.

"Just the most necessary things… every young heir needs to know. Her obsession with breast most likely comes from her mother." Albedo sipped from her tea, sighing exhausted. "Although I tried to instruct her, telling her this is unsightly, time to time, she can't control herself. She is… an energetic child." she glanced at Nephiroth, who happily sat on Auriel's lap, lollygagging her legs forward and back, resting her head on the teared up Auriel's chest.

"Hmm, maybe some physical exercise can help." Aura offered her the idea. "It helps me too to play with my beasts when I have too much energy, and Ainz-sama instructs me to have a break. It is really stimulating."

"Maybe you are right. Still, she was born a few days ago. Even if she is the child of the Supreme Being, it would be too dangerous."

"Maybe ask Cocytus? He is always training in his free time. Maybe he knows the way…"

"Hmm, maybe you are right…" Albedo glanced at Nephiroth, seeing her yawn.

"I will make sure to ask him next time. I am sure, Cocytus was always a person who boasted about his training." Yes, Albedo remembered overhearing him on the first day of their transportation. He had just trained when Ainz called him to the arena.

That man always daydreamed. He will surely be overjoyed by gaining this chance — the chance to train the descendant of the Supreme Being.

"Yes… even when Cocytus left the arena, he muttered something similar. Imagining himself training the heirs."

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Albedo had no time to train this little one outside of the usual curriculums. She was already overworked. Most of the time, the maids are the ones taking care of her necessities.

"The only reason I undertook this task because leaving the teaching of the Heir of the Supreme Being to any other one would not do." Yes, this task, Albedo would never entrust anyone else. She strictly believed she was the only qualified person.

"Also, this is the perfect chance to try my methods. When Ainz-sama finally begets his heir, I will be ready…" she caressed the place where her womb should be, smiling happily. Already imagining her children playing on the courtyard, her teaching him — or her — preparing the heir to rule in their father's stead when the time comes.

Of course, she still respected Nephiroth. Teaching her like she would her own child.

Although she was the child of the "other" Supreme Being, she was still coming from Esdeath. Nephiroth's aura, the presence she emitted… was like was her mother's, she radiated power and authority and royal elegance. It was undeniable the two were connected.

Also, even if she wanted to scheme and misteach the kid, she was sure Ainz would recognize it.

Yes! This was her chance to prove herself! To show Ainz she will be a good mother for their child! The opportunity to show she is the right choice! Not a bratty kid, or a nothing too good vampire! Only her! The only option is her!

She will not waste this chance! She will do her best! This was a test from her lord, and she will not waste it.

"What is she doing?" Shalltear whispered to Aura, seeing the strange expressions Albedo's face went through, seeing as she all along caressed her abdomen.

"I have no idea…"

"Eh?" Even Mare looked confused, looking around. "I-Is something wrong with Albedo-san?"

"Haah! Just ignore her! She has her moments…"

"Nee-sama is strange…" Nephiroth tilted her head, confused what Albedo thinking. Her aura just changed too rapidly to understand.

With that, the tea session continued, most simply ignoring the daydreaming Albedo.

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Scene Change: At night: Somewhere:

Their journey started in the morning when the first ray hit the horizon. By using stamina increasing magic, they were able to extend the endurance of their horses.

Unfortunately, such magic cannot be used continuously. The magic casters simply had a limited amount of mana, a resource they needed to keep reserves in the event a bandit group, or an enemy might pop up and attack them.

Mana — as such a resource — regenerated slowly. Overuse was not recommended, as it can come even more severe consequences than merely exhausting oneself with physical exercises. If one forced a spell to be cast even despite being exhausted, the magic could also backfire on the individual, causing them to lose control, possibly hurting both allies and enemies alike.

Not speaking of the phenomenon called mana exhaustion, which can push the magic caster to a coma-like state — making them sleep for days, weeks, or even months. In the worst case, the person never wakes up.

Magic casters were precious resources, not only on the battlefield but on travels as well. Not only can they increase the stamina of others with their spells, but they can also heal, conjure food and drink, and many more useful things people might never think of.

Indeed, if it comes to sacrifice on the battlefield, leaders often sacrificed warriors rather than precious magic casters who worth several times as more in the field and everywhere else than simple, magicless people.

Usually, under all circumstances, magic casters were kept in reserves, only using them where and when they were really needed. In a way, magic casters served as a precious resource, a leader used them surgically, only in the places where they needed most.

In battlefields, this meant the strategist who had more from this resource, or used it wisely could easily turn the tide. Even against overwhelming odds. After all, simple soldiers can hardly do anything against people who can fly or throw lighting and other nasty things against them from the far, change and transform the entire battlefield by their very will.

And thus… just like in the battlefields, just like in real life, magic casters were used and ordered to act only when it was necessary.

Just like now, they rested on the cart, not walking beside the horses.

"So… how long will this journey take?" Raidyn asked, turning her head towards Vaydark.

"As I said, weeks, Lady Raidyn. Unfortunately, our divination can't track the source precisely. We need to pinpoint it using the leylines."

"How so? Didn't you say you tracked the kidnapper down?"

"Haah! Partially… I don't know how well versed in magic you are, as well as tracking teleporting people, Raidyn-dono. But it's not that easy. Many complications can play along when it comes to backtracking teleportation. All in all, we have the signal the kidnapper used to pull away the prince from the scene, but not a precise destination."

"Hmm, I see."

"Starting from different kinds of interferences to the enemy's own attempt to block our tracking. The best way to track someone down is to rely on the ley lines, the lands pulsating magic veins, then finding the point which will point us towards the next anchor. Hopefully, at the end of the line, we will find the person who snatched the young prince away."

Raidyn just hummed, finding magic more and more similar to a modern IT system.

"Still, isn't it possible we will not find him? Or he will be already dead when we arrive?"

"That's… possible, still we can only hope. The magical medallion connected to his life force still is brimming, that means he is alive." Vaydark recovered a golden necklace, the red crystal hanging on the golden chain was like a solid-liquid, squirmed and swirl as if in life.

"Nice amulet…" Raidyn felt the life force pulsated from the necklace, almost like the person connected to it standing on her side.

"Each royal family member has one. Made from their own blood. If they break, it shows the death of them. It also shows their state of health."

"Interesting… couldn't it possibly use to track the prince down? I mean, it's connected to him, it can also lead us to him, no?" of course, according to network theory. Everything connected can be traced back to its source.

"That's… possible." the elder remained silent for a moment, thinking things through. "Admittedly, this had not come in my mind. Yet, now considering it, tampering with this can also warn the enemy our coming and exact location. The only way would be to send a pulse through the necklace and wait for the owner's life force to respond. It would undoubtedly raise the attention of the other party. Maybe even inciting it to kill the still alive prince."

Raidyn remained silent for a moment, offering a flat expression behind her mask. As if carrying around that "beacon" had not betrayed where they are. Carrying it around most likely gave away enough signal to show their exact location on the map.

But she said nothing; she already made sure her "real" presence is masked thoroughly. If the enemy pops up, and she can't handle it, she will grab her companions and leave the elves alone. She owed them nothing; she and her companions' lives were too precious to simply throw away for the sake of a simple mission.

"Hmm, you said the Prince was kidnapped from his room. From the palace. Aren't such places warded against teleportation? Aren't they set up with precautions?"

"Wards exist, quite effective ones. Unfortunately, they are only effective up to a certain degree. Against the possible level of the kidnapper, it was quite ineffective. Moreover, those wards caused further interference in our calculation. You may say, our own wards made our calculation inaccurate. Thus, our only choice is to visit the sites and pinpoint one point at a time. Then follow with the trail left behind."

Of course, the elder didn't mention the prince's tampering with the outside force. It may risk Raidyn's willingness to help them out. After all, who would be willing to help a boy who tampered with the dark arts? Even if he is a royal heir, very few would do so. It would also stain the name of the royal family – not that their king really cared.

"So, basically, the triangle method?" Elysia asked, tilting her head.

"Triangle method?" Valynn blinked.

"Ah, yes, thought about that. Unfortunately, we don't have three points set to backtrack the kidnapper with the triangle method."

"Obvious…" Elysia muttered, why it would be too easy.

"So, we follow the trail? Simply as that." asked Raidyn, earning a nod.

"Exactly…" Vaydark hummed, nodded his head. "Teleportation, or magic-based dimensional movement, no matter how short it was, leave traces through the ether. Traces, you can backtrack if you know what you are looking for. The ley lines note every event that happens; they are like books; you only need the keyword to find what you are looking for. Pinpointing where the anchor points of teleportation lead."

"I see…" Esdeath squinted her eyes. She needs to notify Ainz, collect information, and relay back to him.

"If this is true, we need to be even more careful in the future. We can't just teleport near the Tomb anymore…"

Though, it was not really a hindrance, with their speed, they can scale kilometers under mere seconds — or less, if they really want to. They will simply fly to their target if that's the case.

"Also, my powers rely on an entirely different phenomenon, not magic." in that case, she can hardly be tracked down by this method.

"Brain Unglaus." not far from them, Iliyra caught up with Brain, measuring him from tip to toe.

"Yes, that's my name." Brain somehow felt proud; even in the elf nation, his name was well known. This showed his hard work and skill in swordsmanship was not just for show. Even if he dies, people will remember him.

As his new "master" told him, true immortality doesn't exist. Only by people remembering you, and your accomplishments, can you earn something similar.

"If that's the case… I am already immortal." that did not mean his body was impervious form any harm; he knows that very well. But it was good to know people he encountered will think twice before attacking or challenging him.

"I heard your accomplishment in the art of swordsmanship. If you allow me to ask, would you honor me with a duel once we have stopped?" the elf lady clad in full plate, sitting on her warhorse similarly fancy slowed down, walking on the swordsman's side.

"Hmm, why not. I never refuse the challenge, after all."

"Thank you for your consideration…" she nodded respectfully. "If you allow me to ask, how come an esteemed swordsman like you joined an adventurer group? Please, forgive me forsaying this, but what I heard from you, the last place I imagined you being was an adventurer group."

"Why do you ask, my lady knight?"

"It is… just very unlikely if you allow me to say. When the tournament ended, you received many offers from different nobles, from different countries. If I remember it right, even my father sent you an invitation. Yet, you disappeared."

This was a big thing, considering Brain was a simple human. Yet, even an esteemed house from the elf kingdom sent him an invitation to serve them.

Elves, as such, were proud. Most of them thought themselves better than simple humans. A superior race.

They were not only more beautiful but more agile, most of their kind were able to see in the dark. Their senses were better, they live a lot longer than their human counterparts. In any way, they were superior in the evolutionary ladder.

Yet, even their nobles recognized a human as a good fighter who can keep up with their best! This was unheard of for a long time.

"Where you been, under all this time? If you allow me to ask."

"…" Brain remained silent for long moments, just staring at the elf.

"O-Of course, if you don't want to answer. I won't force you." the elf knight blushed, turning her head away.

"Ah, yes…" Brain hummed in the end, smiling. All too well, remembering the period after Gazef defeated him. "It was… a hard period. I needed to find myself after my first defeat."

"I see…" the paladin captain understood how Brain felt. She as well was unrivaled in her home for long — all of her childhood and shortly after she found no equal.

The first defeat is always crushing; she knew the feeling well. It can break people. The only question is, what the person will do, after the loss?

Leave themselves to fade, or learn from their mistakes, and step forward, better themselves. In her case, the latter happened.

"I just asked, because you strangely disappeared. No one knew where you had gone. According to many, you died."

"Hmm, as you see, I am still alive. Just honed my skills, taking mercenary jobs as a side activity…"

"Hmm, I see… and how come to…"

"It's a long story." Brain shoot the topic down, not wishing to speak about it.

"I am curious about it…" in the next moment; a different voice came from his side, this time from an elf man, fully clad in leather gear, carrying a bow on his back. If Brain remembered his name right, some kind of Methild… elves always had such fancy names. He can never remember them.

"Hmm, and you are? Please forgive me; I can hardly remember new names…"

"Methild Oriwynn Nevarth, from house Nevarath! At your service, Brain Unglaus."

"Hmm…" Brain hummed to the man. "Well, in that case, I can tell you, Methild-dono. It's all started with a meeting with a vampire."

"A vampire?" even the ones in the cart raised their ears; Brain's story piqued the interest of all around.

"Yes, albeit, I don't know if you can call such being a vampire anymore. It was rather… a monster. No, even monster is a too light word for that creature…"

"A monster?" the squire of the knight captain muttered, seeing the momentary darkness washing through Brain's face; it made all around shaky for a moment.

"Hmm, it seems, the road is blocked…" commented Brain, raising his brow, seeing the wood blocking the road in the next moment.

It was better like this; he wished not to recall the most shameful and crushing moment of his life.

"And that's not the only problem…" Raidyn pointed forward; a man stepped before their group.

"I welcome you, in our forest." a bandit stepped out from the brushes, smirking as he faced with the group.

"Your forest?" Raidyn looked around. "Please excuse me, but I think this is still the kingdom's territory? Am I wrong?"

"Hmm, you are not wrong. Mysterious lady… but you see." the man smirked, showing his metal teeth. "We are here to collect the road tax. Anyone passing this forest must pay tax for the upkeep and renovation of this road. For elves, the pay is double."

Behind them, and from the sides, many bandits stepped out, carrying crude weapons.

"Raidyn, what do we do?" Elysia asked, already pitying poor fools around. Yet, she didn't lower her guard. One wrong slash, and she can die. She was not a "monster" like Raidyn.

"Vaydark-dono? Do we take care of them?" Raidyn asked the elder elf, not even bothering to look prepared.

"Of course, we will take care of them! They are bandits. The bane of innocent civilians traveling these roads, it is our task to cleanse this area from them!" the Knight Captain stepped forward, already raised her flaming sword.

"Come, mongrels! Face me!"

The bandits glanced at each other, smiling, then starting to laugh.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"I think we outnumber you, lady. By a big margin." the leader spoke. "Now then, be so good — strip and hand over your values. We may let the men go, but the ladies need to pay tribute to the Kingdom. Their bodies will do just right."

"Oi! Boss! Do you really want to do it? With them? They are elves! Knife eared bastards!" a few people just snorted in disgust. It was evident, the racism was well alive, even in a different world.

"Hmm, that lady is pretty, the one with animal features is exotic. I wonder how she feels down there…"

Elysia snorted in disgust. "In your dreams…"

"And what about that lady in full clad of robes? She looks mysterious."

The priestess shuddered for a moment but nonetheless stepped forward.

"Pl-Please… we are on our way to an important mission. If you let us go, I am sure the goddess will present you good fortune."

The bandits, of course, once again laughed.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Lady, do you think we believe in any god?"

The priestess of the moon looked around unsteady. "Miserable mongrels! How dare you threaten an innocent priestess!" of course, the knight captain can't let this stand without a word.

"Strip!" Only to find mockery, even against the menacing form of the paladin captain, they only laughed.

"Oi! That guy with blue hair! He looks familiar!"

"Is he?"

"And that other one. Wears armor and robes similar to the new adamantine adventurer, Raidyn."

"Brain Unglaus?"

"Raidyn?"

"Finally… they recognized." Raidyn almost sighed in relief, glad they can avoid unnecessary trouble. Albeit, she was often too willing to dismiss the stupidity of mankind. In this case, it was the same.

"What are they doing in this place?" the bandits asked each other, suspecting this is not an everyday group. Many of them suspected it was a lousy idea stopping them. Hell, from the description traders and travelers told each other, many of them quickly recognized the two.

"Oi!? What are we waiting for? Let's mug 'em!"

"But Brain… and Raidyn."

"What of it?"

"I heard that Raidyn defeated a whole army of undead, with Skeleton dragons! Exterminating a whole tribe of demihumans and their demonic leader! Defeating a terrible vampire terrorized the whole E-Rantel! And Brain Unglaus… easily taking care of many fighters under the tournament! He is an esteemed swordsman."

[Message]: "Well, nothing much about you…" Said Raidyn

[Message]: "Yeah… thanks for your 'sparkling.' I am being completely ignored." Raidyn rolled her eyes sarcastic, hearing Elysia snarky remark. She felt her companion not get as much attention as she deserved. Amongst several more, this was one of the reasons she wanted the girl to do missions without her, to be recognized more.

[Message]: "It's not my fault everything is so weak."

[Message]: "Well, excuse me! Maybe you are the monster, and everyone else is normal. Have you thought about that?"

[Message]: "Excuse me for taking my time to level my character and actually take care of the tedious process to gather gear and increase my stats. Excuse me; I am maximalist."

[Message]: "Yes! It was all your fault. You should have spent your time normally, living your life, instead of spending it in the game and wasting it. Having a family and taking care of them."

Raidyn remained silent for long; this momentary silence scared Elysia slightly.

[Message]: "Raidyn?"

[Message]: "You don't know me…"

A bad feeling filled Elysia, almost like she stated something she shouldn't have, and had deeply hurting her friend.

[Message]: "Esdeath?"

[Message]: "…" no answer came; only silence welcomed the girl.

Meanwhile, the bandits still argued on what to do.

"And what of it? We are muggers!" the bandits continued their debate, basically ignoring the people before them.

"But she took care of that vampire!"

"Ughh! I don't think this is a good idea…" another one also started to get discouraged

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, according to the news. She and Momon left a whole forest bare after their fight with that thing. I don't think it's a good idea to attacking them."

Now, even the elves turned to Raidyn, watching her amazed.

"What?" she can only shrug, still finding it hard to believe she did something amazing? In her previous life, she never really received so much praise — real praise, without pushing her body to the limit with overwork.

No matter how hard she worked. The maximum she received was: "Good job, continue this way." Thus, she had no real idea of how to accept praise.

Even after spending more than two months in this world, she felt awkward hearing people really praising her without doing anything that would push her on the edge of collapse and total exhaustion.

"We outman them with a big margin! They don't have a chance!"

"But she took care of an army of the undead!"

"Eiii!" called the stupid bandit the other, grabbing his ear.

"What?"

"What are we?"

"We are muggers!"

"And what do we do?"

"We mug people!"

"Then, let's mug them! Agghhh!" all bandits agreed, raising their weapons at once. They lost all sense. Whatever convinced them to charge against the people who proven stronger than them, they did so, from all directions, they attacked.

"Haah! I wonder how people with such low intelligence can breathe."

"I often question this, too, Raidyn-dono," Vaydark asked, and can only shake his head on the foolishness of these people. "Some people are just… too primitive to exist."

"Haah! Let's get over this." Raidyn was on to pull out her Dragon Slayer when Brain stepped before her.

"Let me solve this."

"Hmm? You really want to ?" the dark elf adventurer raised her brow behind her helmet, finding it amusing how much her new protégée wants to prove himself.

"Don't waste your time on small fry. I am a little numb anyway. All this walking makes me restless."

Raidyn smiled under her mask. "Enjoy yourself… Brain-kun. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy… eh?"

"Hmm…" Brain just shrugged, understanding not at all the small rhyme Raidyn chimed. "Whatever…"

The bandits already charged, all at once. It was evident; they do not visit the neighborhood for smarts. They were all dumb!

"Chaargeee!" at once, many bandits ran against Brain, and the man just smiled.

'Flash!' under a moment, the man accelerated, and under a moment, he was behind the batches.

"Shuu!" Brain breathed out, slowly sliding his sword back into its sheath.

'Clang! Splash!' In that exact moment, blood sprouted from the enemy, the bandits fell on the ground at the same moment.

"Ughh!"

"A… How amazing!" squire Folen Syllar was amazed; not even his master had showed such technique since he began learning under her.

"Hmm, not bad." Vaydark chuckled, caressing his chin. He also saw a few things in his life, and this Brain Unglaus was not to be underestimated.

"Well, that was something." Nevarth even whistled, seeing only a blur as Brain moved.

"S-So violent…" the priestess traveled with them chuckled, disapproving this violent path.

"Hmm…" Iliyra can only approve Brain's skills, nodding appreciating.

As for the scribe the king sent: he scribbled the happenings, drawing Brain lighting speed.

[Message]: "Do you believe this?"

[Message]: "Yeah, they are pretty stupid. I mean, I heard from this Brain guy. Pretty unbelievable stories. A genius swordsman, easily advancing under the tournament to the finals. His fame even reaching into other countries. How can these buffoons think they had a chance?"

Elysia honestly facepalmed. Even knowing their fame, these muggers still charged. Some people just too stupid to keep functioning.

[Message]: "Well, they are idiots. Simple as that. They act like the bandits from the games. You know. You kill a dragon before them. And they simply ask. Hey, that dude just killed a dragon, it will be a good idea to attack him… let's mug him!"

[Message]: "Yeah… they are idiots." the two players chuckled, earning a gaze from the people around.

"What are they laughing at?"

"I have no idea…" Iliyra shrugged on her squire's question, watching further how the esteemed swordsman all alone taking care of the opposition.

'Slash!'

"Ahh!"

"That's the last one." Brain wiped his sword from blood, sheathing the katana. It took not one minute, and he took care of all of them.

"Good work, Brain-kun."

"I do my best…" the man smiled, bowing slightly. Almost like an apprentice bowing before the master, it looked just like that.

"Ughhh! I don't understand! How can they defeat us? Our numbers were greater."

"But they had Brain Ungalus! And Raidyn, the White Wolf."

"But our numbers were greater!"

"But they are Raidyn and Brain Unglaus."

"Ughh…"

"Ugh…" with that, the last injured bandit breathed their last breath, only a few escaped.

"Well, stupid people never learn." Elysia sighed, shaking her head.

"You are right, Elysia-dono. We never lack them." Vaydark sighed disappointed, more pointless deaths; he preferred leaving people alive.

"I suspect there is a camp nearby. We better search for it; we may find some valuable loot." Brain added in the next moment. Being he did managed a bandit group — even if only for a short period — he had learned a few valuable tips.

"How do you know such a thing?" Nevarth asked, raising his brow inquired.

"Let's just say I have experience with bandits. And leave it at that. Bandits in such numbers surely have a camp. They wouldn't bother coming this far every day, just to stumble around. They were organized — well, mostly."

"Organized, these?" Valynn almost spat. If these people were organized, then their king is not an asshole!

"I never said they were smart." Brain sighed shamefully. Thinking about his former group mentioned on the same page as these idiots, it was offensive.

"Are you really want to fall on their level? Brain Unglaus. I never thought you…"

"He is right…" Vaydark stepped forward. "Our way will be long. We need to spare resources as much we can. We need a place to rest."

"Also, nightfall is closing. I rather sleep in a secured area than a random camp we create."

"Nevarth is right. Our horses are exhausted. Proceeding under the blanket of the night is dangerous. Even with an adamantine team as an escort." the apprentice of the elder magus glanced angrily at Raidyn and her group, not trusting them the slightest.

"Understandable."

"Nevarth! You specialized in scouting. Can you find us their camp?"

"With pleasure." the roguishly handsome elf nodded, shooting a rope up to tree bark with his wrist crossbow, then with a mechanism, pulling himself up.

"Curious device…" Brain muttered, never seeing similar before.

"Ah, yes. Lord Nevarth was always fond of such trinkets. Not accidentally, he is a veteran scout amongst our people."

"Then, isn't he supposed to…"

"Unfortunately, his tongue just as sharp, earning discipline often," explained Vaydark. "This is why when I asked his commander, he authorized his leave. Without question, I might add." the old man chuckled bitterly, remembering how glad the man was getting rid of the nuisance of that was Nevarth.

"I see…" Raidyn can only sweat under her helmet, understanding less and less why the elf chooses this man for the mission.

"Yet, he has great skills, a talented youngling. He will not leave us when we need him."

Everything became evident after this explanation.

"Hmm…"

…

Some time passed, but the group found the bandit camp. It was messy, but was good enough to settle for the night. The few bandits remaining were quickly driven away by the unified force of the small group.

After tending their horses, securing the perimeter, and looting what they can — to the distaste of the paladin captain — the group settled, resting the exhaustion they garnered under the long day travel.

And thus, night came, they roasted meat and soup boiled over the fire, emitting mouthwatering scents.

"Hmm! It's almost ready…" Follen, the squire of Iliyra, tasted the soup. His ears are moving in happiness; he could finally eat something delicious and warm instead of the dry rations and meat he gnawed on under his travel.

He waited for so long! Since they started their journey, he could only eat sporadically at best. All the good food spared for the nobles around, he could only eat the scraps they left behind.

A knight captain — moreover, a noble lady — should never make their own meal; it was an undignified practice. Instead, most of the time, their squires or servants made their meal, prepared their drink. Tasting all of it before them — not to accidentally an abused knight apprentice poison their master.

It happened a few times in the past. Thus, the knights took up this practice. If the squire poisoned the food or drink, they earn their deserved punishment for their traitorous act. Death…

"So, how it is, Syllar? Edible?" Raised his brow Nevarth, glancing up from his resting position under a tree.

"I-Its almost ready, Lord Nevarth."

"Good, I am starving!" laughed the roguish elf, patting his stomach. A motion the others around just smiled at bitterly – or even shrugged, seeing it.

"Hmmm…"

"Your stare unnerves me! What do you want!?" Elysia's eye ticked, seeing the cloaked scribe watching her so close, in his hand, a pen, and a drawing table.

"May I draw you?" despite the rough cloak, and the scarf covered his mouth. The voice of the person drew a boyish elf in Elysia's mind.

"Wha-what!?"

"May I draw you?" Melandrach asked, raising his "tools" "I never saw a person who carries demi-human characteristic, yet like looks so human. May I draw you?"

"Ah… Sure…" Elysia blushed, turning her head away, then back. "Wait! You really haven't seen someone like me?"

"Well… rumors say fox-like demi-humans live somewhere out there, living in tribes. But a human, who carries demi-human characteristics, that's… they only live in legends. Please, tell me my lady, is that magic you use to change your appearance? Or you really demi-human."

"I-I am a demi-human." the kitsune gulped. In truth, her race's original appearance would be more animalistic; she just changed it using the in-game shop item.

"Hmm, interesting. Our King will be delighted hearing it."

"What?"

"Nothing… please, take a pose, it will not take long."

"Ri-Right…"

In the Kingdom, a few people had already asked to let them draw her, but to actually say she is special? No one told until now. The people around the adventurers guild, thought she was using some shapeshift magic to change her appearance and gain the advantages only demi-humans possess.

After learning how much people detested demi-humans around the kingdom, she went with this lie. Never really revealing her real race.

"Are you saying? There are others like me?"

"Ah, yes, I heard stories about them. Only stories though, very few know…"

"And what did the stories tell about them?"

"Not many things… they are tribal, living mostly on the plains, bordering the Great Minotaur nation."

"I see…" the girl hummed, pondering what the hooded scribe said. Until now, he didn't reveal his face. "I wonder why…"

"Haaah!" not far from them, Raidyn stood, watching the clashing duel between Brain and the Paladin captain.

"So, Lady Raidyn. How do you like our little group?"

"Oh! Vaydark-dono." Raidyn blinked under her helmet, recognizing the man stepping on her side. "They seem like good people. I can't say anything about their combat capabilities though. But if every one of them is just as capable as Iliyra-dono, then one less thing we had to worry about."

"Hmm, I see… so you expect trouble." the elderly man nodded, fondling his subtle beard.

"There is a catchphrase in the clan that raised me: The person who does not expect trouble, dies early." she quoted a universal truth.

"So very true…" Chuckled Vaydark, remembering his youth. "Say so… If I may inquire. I heard you are an elf, yet, I never heard the name Raidyn popping up amongst our houses." and he was quite knowledgeable about every house you can find in the elven nation. "Where are you from? The name, Raidyn, is it only a pseudo adventurer name? What's your family, name, Lady Raidyn? If I may ask."

"Does it matter?" Raidyn chuckled, the player knew very well it is unlikely she will tell her real name.

"Just asking…" smiled the old man gentle. "Don't answer if you don't want to."

"Hmm. Not that I don't want…"

"Then?" the elder raised his brow, glancing at the adventurer patiently.

"These lands… this whole continent, is new to me. I am not from around."

"New? Please specify. You say, you are not from this continent?" the elder watched this youngling inquired, finding what she said strange.

"You can say so… one moment I ask a gnome to teleport me — paying a fee as proper — then, some asshole pushing the little guy to the side, and the teleportation all messed up. Ending me in the Slane Theocracy. Completely different lands, unknown environment. One things for sure, I hate portals."

"The Slane Theocracy… poor child." Vaydark shook his head. "You are lucky they didn't enslave you. They are pretty…"

"Yeah, they are slaver assholes… I know." Raidyn just shrugged, remembering the first city she passed.

"Well…" the elder coughed, muffling his chuckle. "That, we agree." the dark elf council member cannot agree more, but as usual, the stories always had two sides.

Many years ago, the elf nation actually had a good relationship with the Slane Theocracy. Everything started to turn worse when their King kidnapped and raped one of their envoys.

Still, he wondered. If Raidyn is really an elf, like the rumors and informants say. Why did she not go towards her people and instead headed to the human nation? It was all a mystery for the experienced man.

"Is she…?" he discarded the question in his mind. Even if she came to their country at first and willing to help their people, her strength — which the tales depict as monstrous — would have painted a target on her back early on.

Their King surely took a liking on her, taking her into custody, raping her until she beget him a child. If the child is not strong enough, simply discard her and the bastard — like he always does. That's how their king worked. It was hard to admit, but he was a horrible person.

"Not as he didn't recognize her now. I only beg for the gods, not to take her too…" that would only create an even messier situation for their nation. Kidnapping an adamantine class adventure was no small matter; it was a diplomatic incident between countries.

"Not that our king would care…" yeah, he didn't care at all. The envoys coming their nation and demanding something all find deaf ears. The king either laughs then dismiss them, or simply murders them. He was not a patient person.

"Can I ask a question? Vaydark-dono?"

"Of course, what it is, Lady Raidyn."

"I recognized… your apprentice doesn't really like me. What's his problem? Do I offend him somehow? In that case, I apologize."

"Most likely, your lateness, Lady Raidyn, not showing up on the first meeting is what offended him. He will find his peace, don't worry about him."

"I see, in that case, I will apologize properly when it is time."

"Do as you wish…" hummed the elder. The adamantine class was usually more huffish, caring not about the rules and the like. Yet, this Raidyn and her companion were different; they didn't care about their status and followed manners and regulations like everyone else.

"Can I ask… what's the matter with the war between your nation and the Theocracy? Why do you fight?" Raidyn was curious since she heard about it. Yet, she managed to gain no accurate information. Many people said many things; it was hard to filter the truth. She hoped, maybe asking an insider will reveal what's happening between the two nations.

"It's… a long story." Vaydark sighed, lowering his head.

"We have time, I think. Can you tell me? Of course, if it's no bother."

"Very well… all started when…" and thus, the elder started to recount the facts, sparing the sensitive details. Details, only the higher-ups of both countries, knew.

'Clang! Clang! Clang!'

Meanwhile, Brain and Iliyra dueled not far away, their clash already ongoing for a few minutes.

"Hmm, not bad…" Brain smirked, blocking the sword of the knight.

"I could say the same, Lord Brain. Your swordwork is exceptional. A little bit, dirty… but nonetheless impressive. I see now why father wanted to hire you."

"Hmm, naturally…" The man was proud of his swordwork. Famous not only here, but many other countries.

"Yet, it's worth nothing against that monster. A monster that herself as well was just the servant of a greater force."

Brain chuckled low, thinking back his days spent in that tomb.

"I remember, even Shalltear Bloodfallen trembled before her and that Ainz figure. Showing complete subservience."

It was once amusing, sad, and terrifying when he realized, the creature which yawned on his best effort, that had not even recognized his attempt to kill her, that simply blocked his most ferocious strikes with just the nail of her pinkie — was only a servant of a greater force.

"If she was that powerful, I don't even want to know how powerful that Ainz — or as she introduced herself — that Esdeath figure."

The only thing he knew was their power was immeasurable compared to him, and the rest of humanity: every creature in that place, every monstrous being referred to them with respect, akin of a created adoring their creator.

"If what the maids said is true… then they created everything in that place. Gods they are walking amongst mortals, creators…"

Yes, even after several days walking around, he was still unable to visit every place — where he was authorized to go, that realm of theirs was that big.

If those two were the gods, then those monsters and weird creatures were their creations. It was quite unbelievable, but he read enough stories about the six gods and the eight greed kings. Beings, which were able to make cities float, and separate the ocean with a mere move. With such power, creating monsters of such caliber was not that far-fetched.

"In that case… humanity and every lower creature should simply bow down and pray to be spared… yes, in this situation, against them, this would be the only sensible solution."

The strong ruled the world, writing history. Even the highest noble houses, kings of respective nations, were nothing more than people who either used their influence well or killed enough to be recognized in the past. Their families all rose amidst blood and death.

"One is the god of death — judging from his skeletal appearance, and the creatures he called to life — the girl, who is my employer… I had no idea which pantheon she would fit; she is just too mysterious."

Yet, the constant unnatural sense of danger was always around her. Like a wolf walking amongst the cattle, Brain dare not defy her. Even Shalltear showed submission when either of them was around.

"Meal is ready!" came the distinctive, young voice of the squire, calling them to eat.

"Well, continue later? My lady?"

"Yes, that would be the best." nodded the paladin, sheathing her sword and shield. The fight was tiring, but she was too proud to admit it. This man… Brain Unglaus really was a genius. He saw through her techniques by only seeing them once, and even coming up with a counter right away. It was hard to admit, but she was outclassed.

"Brain Unglaus… you are really… legendary." Brain, of course, already retreated, accompanying the people around the fire. He heard nothing about what the woman muttered.

…

Soon, the small group gathered around the fire, Syllar pouring what looked like stew into cups.

"Hmm! Smells good!" Elysia sniffed deep, her saliva already gathering in her mouth.

She always awaits meals since she transported to this world. The food she ate in this world was a lot better than the trash she, and usually, every low class person ever tasted in their entire life. The food they regularly consumed were nothing more than repurposed and recycled trash, insects… and in the best case, cloned meat. Nothing, a normal human should consume.

"I-I am glad, Lady Elysia." the squire nodded, glad someone liked his cooking. The nobles, usually always frown, complain something is off with it. But it cannot be helped; people like them are too accustomed to eating the best, rarely tasting what peasants and simple soldiers eat.

"You did well, Syllar, I am proud." his lady as well ate a mouthful.

Yes, she was different. Not looking down on him, always urging the boy to get better, eating with simple soldiers to encourage them. She was really the noblest of all. A shining example for her people!

"Hmm…" Brain also hummed, coming from a farmer family, camping with his group long in the wilderness; he was quite accustomed to eating such meals. "Not bad…" in truth, when not in the city, he rarely ate as good as the boy just prepared.

"As I always said, nothing better than a proper meal at the end of the day!" Nevarth chuckled, taking a spoonful.

"Hah…" Valynn just sighed, it seems, he really wanted to eat something else, a reaction which his master just chuckled, shaking the head, seeing the foolishness of his apprentice.

"Oh great goddess of the moon and darkness, we thank you for the meal you've given us today, and we pray that you accept our feelings and devotion as a gift for your blessings…" the priestess murmured a small prayer before raising her spoon. It seems she has accustomed no one saying her prayers with her, not even asking the people around to accompany her in her small sermon.

Melandrach also started to eat without a word. Not even removing his hood, just his scarf which covered his lower face, it was evident the lower part of his jaw was heavily discolored in patches, most likely his whole face was like that.

"Maybe… this is the reason why he wears that hood…" Raidyn felt something strange from him, like a pair of eyes watching her all the time. Also… it was like, something trying to hide from her sight.

"Lady Raidyn, aren't you going to remove that helmet of yours? I think it will be hard to eat with it on." Nevarth pointed it out; everyone watched the adventurer with great expectations. None of them knows what her face will be; none of them saw it before. Only a few rumors reached the elf nation about her. "Of course, I can feed you if you want. Mouth to mouth? Eh?" joked the scout, winking at the player.

He was a playboy; it cannot be denied.

"Ho-How unruly…" the priest muttered, gulping, turning her head away blushing.

"Hmm, indeed, we are traveling together for a day. Yet, you don't even remove that mask of yours. Are you so hideous you can't reveal yourself? Or you just simply fear we will see that face of yours." Valynn was more and more and more hostile; it seems, he really took offense from Raidyn's lateness.

"Valynn!" his master shook his head; it seems, he started to get fed up from his apprentice behavior. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself!? Lady Raidyn and her group were good enough to take our mission. A mission no other would dare to take. Is this the way you are representing our people?"

"Bu-but master!"

"Enough!" now, the elder dark elf glared daggers with the young elf.

"Apologize in an instant!"

"I apologize, Lady Raidyn, for my unruly behavior…" gritting his teeth, the boy from house Inajyre swallowed the bitter medicine, biting his tongue all along, saying his apology.

"No, it is I who should apologize, Valynn-dono. My lateness caused you and your group a few unpleasant days. I take responsibility for it."

Now, even Valynn blinked, not expecting this from the adventurer. "Re-Really?"

"Really…" patting the side of her helmet, it hissed for a moment.

"What was that sound?"

"Simply, hermetic sealing," Raidyn answered.

"Hermetic, sealing?"

"Indeed… protecting against airborne attacks, such as poisons and biological warfare," she explained, making many of the elves look at each other.

"Clever…" chuckled the elder. Indeed, he as well had encountered such tactics. Albeit, it was nasty, but not unheard. Under such cases, usually it is the task of the mages to waste their spells to protect everyone, or fighters tire themselves with martial arts. To actually install something like this in the armor, it was extremely beneficial.

"May I ask, who made that armor?"

"Dwarven design, an old friend of mine." Removing the strange, wolf head helmet, her face revealed — dark skin, long ears, long, straight white hair. Yet, what surprised most was her beautiful face and double colored eyes.

"That's…!?" many gulped, seeing her eyes, gasping witnessing her beauty.

"Wow, guys! You look like you saw a ghost. I know my appearance is the sign of bad luck, but that's kinda rude…"

Valynn, Iliyra, Syllar, and Herra postured themselves right away. Melandrach took out his tools, starting to draw the adventurer.

'Whistle!' "Not bad! You are quite a looker, Raidyn!" Nevarth whistled, forming a pistol with his hand and pointed at Raidyn, winking.

"Haa! I feared this will be the case…" Vaydark sighed, shaking his head. Rumors spoke about such a thing, but he thought they were all exaggerations. He hoped the rumors about her eyes would be false.

"Ne-Nevarth! How could you!? Do you know what this means!?" Valynn glanced up, looking at the roguish elf with slight fear. "And master? Wh-What do you mean?"

"Umm, guys. I am really confused here. It will be best for me to eat somewhere else. It seems I unnerved you. Please forgive me." Raidyn bowed her head, placing her helmet back.

"It is nothing like that, Lady Raidyn. It's just…"

"Your eyes, the sign of royal heritage." Melandrach continued, telling the truth, finishing his drawing. "Like it?" it was the exact copy of Raidyn; this scribe was really fast.

"What!?" Elysia raised her brow, glancing at Raidyn, confused.

"Hmm, I should have suspected." Muttered Brain, remembering he heard something similar about elves.

"What are you speaking about? I am starting to get unnerved here." Esdeath was confused, looking around, clueless. "Me? oyalty? You're speaking nonsense!" she waved away the accusation, even the mention was ridiculous!

"Haah! Let me explain, Lady Raidyn." Vaydark cleared his throat, looking somewhat exhausted. "Your eyes. Only the king himself, and the royal heirs coming from his seed, carries heterochromia. And amongst them, this exact sign of power you are rumored to carry, only carried to one child. Not more…"

"Eh?"

"That means you carry some royal blood in your veins. Please tell me, do you remember your parents?"

"Well…" Raidyn glanced up at the night sky, filled with stars. "Not really… the clan of monster hunters raised me, teaching me their methods and tactics, training me." she told them the backstory she came up with. It was, of course, quite ridiculous, but who can prove her wrong? No one! She can come up with whatever backstory she damn pleased! Then say: "Don't believe it? Who cares?"

"Then, it explains a few things." hummed the elder. "Maybe, you are the few lost ones."

"A whole clan of monster hunters?" for the question of the paladin, only silence was the answer, only's Elysia's question broke this silence.

"Lost ones?"

"It often happens, the king banishes his wives and the bastards he begets. Not satisfied either with their power or other reason. Our king is… quite unpredictable. Maybe you are one of his children's children. That makes you his granddaughter. Or, your mother simply sent away while pregnant, we can't be sure."

"Or, it is simply a mutation. Heterochromia occurs more often for animals, and rarer for humanoids. But not unheard. Elysia also has heterochromia."

"True…" Elysia nodded, though, she knows it well, their eyes were the end result of player design, not a natural occurrence.

"Possible…" Vaydark remained silent for a long moment, hesitating to tell that critical information to the woman. If he does that, he will be reported, and most likely killed right away. Even this old fool feared what their king might do to him.

"Umm… guys, please stop prostrating yourselves. I am not a damn royalty." she stood up, then grabbed Syllar's shoulder, raising him without much difficulty.

"Wha-what!?"

"All of you, stop doing this nonsense, it is annoying anyway."

The still posturing people looked at each other, blinking. "Bu-But Lady Raidyn." Inajyre shuttered, knowing well the authority of the royal family.

"I ask you once more, cut it out with this nonsense. Or I will be grouchy!" Now Raidyn looked serious, basically glaring daggers with the ones around. "Let's continue to eat…"

"Lady Raidyn is right, raise yourself. You only make a fool of not only yourself but our whole group."

Blushing slightly, the people stood up, entirely embarrassed about the situation.

"Fufufu… asslickers." Nevarth commented, earning a glare from the nobles around.

"Lord Nevarth! I hope I don't have to warn you. Our loyalty is still with the royal family."

"Who said otherwise?" the noble shrugged, only giving a glance the paladin lady. "I just said, it is kinda humiliating lowering yourself like that. As Lady Raidyn stated, we don't even know if she really belongs to the royal family. Ergo, we can leave formalities behind. Anyway, she most likely will find it all annoying. Aren't I right?"

"Hmm, Nevarth-dono is right, I myself am not a fan of formalities. So, please, can you just treat me like everyone else? Calling me Raidyn is fine."

For a moment, silence ruled over the whole scene; the still kneeling ones glanced at each other.

"Bu-But…"

"Lady Raidyn is right. Don't humiliate yourselves needlessly. I don't think she is a person who is a fan of excessive flattery."

Gulping, the people raised themselves, unsteady what will happen.

"Now then, let's return to our meal before it goes cold."

Everyone agreed with this statement. The day was long, and the people around are all hungry. Eating their food cold would make it even worse.

"So, where are we heading tomorrow?" asked Elysia, breaking the awkward silence.

"Tomorrow? We are heading towards the Baharuth Empire; there is a man here who can help us. Possessing the necessary authority to gain us pass into the area which we need to make our first measurements."

"The Baharuth Empire?" Raidyn raised her brow. "I thought they treat elves as slaves…"

"Unfortunately, that's true."

"Then?"

"We have a diplomatic pass, Lady Raidyn," answered Valynn, drinking his drink. "If they dare to touch us with even a finger, they may cause diplomatic incidents between our nations. Even their new Emperor doesn't dare to risk such a thing."

"Besides, you are adamantine adventures. Even in the nation which the adventurer status slowly declines, adamantine rank is recognized all around the world. If they try to capture you, you have the right to protect your freedom according to the pact the adventurers guild and different nations made with each other."

Nevarth stated making Raidyn remember what she heard.

"Adamantine rank really is, something…" inwardly, she smiled bitterly. "…only a rank above Orichalcum, yet, the gap between the two when it comes to benefit and treatment is huge." Adamantine rank basically grants the bearer exception from many rules, and diplomatic immunity in many countries .

After all, messing with a person — or group — who managed to reach that rank was basically equaled challenging a lesser army. Attacking them was even more dangerous, basically guaranteed the enmity of the whole adventurers guild, and different countries who treasured such personal — After all, such exceptional individuals were that rare.

"Hmm, I see…"

"Our journey will be smooth. Let's hope we will not stumble into a country that disregards this rule. The Slane Theocracy, for example, will most likely handle us as enemies, no matter our diplomatic status. Trying to capture and interrogate us, thinking we are spies. And seeing your eyes, Lady Raidyn, they maymaybe, even take you as a prisoner. I advise to hide them when we are in the grand open. Our king… does not have the best reputation. The Theocracy even has a bounty on his head." Vaydark's expression hardened, remembering the nasty rumors people say about their king.

"Though, every assassin who tried to invade the palace died until now…" Nevarth added bored, poking his stew. "Hey, squire! Do we still have some offrom that elven wine?"

"Ye-Yes…" the knight apprentice stood up, rummaging through the pack, pouring some from the noble wine, pouring each noble around. The priestess humbly refused humble, only drinking some water.

"Do you want some, Lady Raidyn? Lady Elysia? Lord Brain?" the boy offered, watching them slightly scared.

"Hmm, why not?" the three nodded, and the boy poured them.

"Quite good… what kind of wine is this?" asked Brain. He tasted elven wine before, but it was somehow different, it could notcannot be compared to this.

"Mushroom wine, from the caves of Solis. The ancestral home of our people." the elder explained, carefully tasting the drink.

"Hmm, interesting…" Raidyn, aka Esdeath, was not a big drinker; since her transportation, she only tasted the wines the kingdom offered — from the outside world. They were way better than the synthetic crap her original world provided, yet, compared to this, wines made in Re-Estize lacked somehow.

"Of course… compared to the wine I carry in my inventory, or we have in Nazarick, this still tastes bland."

"I never thought wine could be made from mushroom." Elysia can only blink, watching the strange liquid that was brownish red instead of bright red.

"In our home, we had to suffice with what we found — at least; it was the case when our people first retreated below, finding a place against the ancient dread."

"Ancient dread?"

"Hmm… dragons, they call them. Many liked elven flesh, scouring, and ruling the lands above. Fortunately, most that had such desires were too big to fly underground. It was ideal for our people to retreat, hide, and preserve." Vaydark explained, revealing a small fragment from his people's ancient history.

"How interesting." Raidyn always pondered, just what brought them here. According to the history books — provided by the guild master of the E-Rantel magical association — the first sighing of a player like figures occurred six hundred years ago, then one hundred years later, the greed kings appeared, then disappeared soon after, defeated by their internal conflict.

Unfortunately, many details were not clear about the history of this world, before that, in the time when Dragon Lords ruled, the events were even foggier. It was like; someone tried to hide something, keeping the world from knowing more.

"Wonder what mysteries this world carries…" Raidyn pondered all night, taking the first night shift. She can't sleep anyway, and thanks to her new body she was fine without it. The only reason she usually did so was comfort, and old habits from her previous life.

"Let's hope; this journey will provide some insight…" the player smirked under her helmet, already anticipating what this new world can show her.

And thus, the night passed, their long journey continued forward. Their first stop will be the Baharuth Empire. More precisely, the home of an old friend, the elf elder saw so long time ago.

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Scene Change: Capital of the Kingdom:

'Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!'

"Hmm, quite good." Gazef Stronoff, the warrior captain of the kingdom, commented on the young man before him.

"Thank you, Captain Stronoff. I am doing my best." the young man with blonde hair and blue eyes bowed his head slightly.

Their practice matches went on for a few minutes, holding practice swords. It was evident the warrior captain went easy on the boy, yet, he was barely able to keep up. Under his white armor, his entire body was drenched.

"Hmm, what do you think? How much more?"

"Not longer than a minute…"

"I digress, I give him one and a half. The captain looks entertained."

"Bet?"

"Bet! Four silver to the kid lasts more than one and a half minutes."

"Bet!" several of Gazef's specially trained warrior troops watched the duel, making bets how long the poor boy will last.

"This is enough for now… I think." Gazef stopped, seeing well the kid is on his limits.

"Bu-But I still can…" 'Flash!' the boy was disarmed in an instant; the captain barely moved his sword.

"No… it seems you can't, young Climb." the boy looked away, defeated, he felt himself weak.

In the sidelines, the soldiers watching the duel exchanged coin, the loser grumbling angry, while the winner was smirking, enjoying his prize.

"Hehe! I won."

Gazef just shook his head, seeing his soldiers. But he couoldn't scold them, even they deserve some entertainment. They work hard; this is the least.

"Your legs are already trembling from exhaustion. But hey, you did well. You even give me hard times once or twice."

"Please forgive me, Stronoff-dono, but I think you are lying."

"Maybe…" Gazef chuckled small, lowering his head humbly. "Still, if you overexert your body and overstrain your muscles, that does no good, only injury comes from that. I understand you want to be stronger and impress the princess, but killing yourself with exhaustion would surely make her majesty sad."

Climb, as the blushing boy called, looking away, gulping after realizing his mistake. Though he had no idea if that's the case, he hoped, at least, she will grieve him once he is gone. No one else will after all; he was sure of it. Aside from the Golden Princess, he had no one waiting for him at home.

"I-I see…" he would never want to disappoint his everything, his savior, causing her pain in any way.

"Tell me? What kind of training you do?"

"The usual. Sword strikes at the morning with weighted weapons, stamina increasing exercises…" and thus, the boy listed his training routine, Gazef humming while listening.

"Hmm, I see… just the usual then." Gazef somehow pitied the boy; despite all the work, he was not likely to grow stronger. He was "Gold capped", as the professionals call such people who were close to reaching their maximum potential – and not likely to able to grow further.

"Rest now, and don't forget, don't use healing potions after training. That will nullify the effectiveness of the exercise."

"Yes…" Despite being a simple boy, a knight, Climb was aware; healing potions restore the muscles of their previous state, which meant, even if he trained, it will worth nothing after consuming the portion.

Yet, despite knowing this, despite knowing his training strains his body to the limit. He was unable to recognize how he hindered his own growth by overtraining himself.

"…" a dark expression settled on his face, realizing his own mistake.

"Don't beat yourself, Climb-kun." Gazef placed his hand on his shoulder, smiling friendly. "Now that you know this, I am sure; you will do better. Don't forget, as the guardian of the princess, it is your task to protect her. Walk with a raised head, the picture you give to the nobles will not only qualify you in their eyes, but give a picture about the Princess and the royal family. Act accordingly."

"Ye-Yes…" the boy can only nod, knowing this well.

Gazef was about to leave, glimpsing someone familiar in the entrance of the training ground. Someone he expected to come today.

"But now… return to your duty. I assume the Princess will need you soon."

"Str-Stronoff-dono."

"Yes?" but before Gazef could leave, the boy called for him, one last time.

"If I may ask how you became so strong? How you managed to reach that high?" the boy asked hesitant at first, looked up at the man, seeing him as a paragon every knight should be. A man, who defied the very social hierarchy, and by sheer will managed to reach impossible heights! Edging the realm of heroes!

".."

For long moments, Gazef just watched him, raised his brow, before his friendly smile returned, snorting slightly amused. It seems the question slightly entertained him or found it ridiculous.

"Climb-kun. Even if you ask me how I am so strong, I have no answer to give you. It is simply talent. I learned how to fight during my days as a mercenary. These kicks that the nobles call vulgar, I learned them during those days as well."

"Ye-Yes…" Climb realized right away; it was a stupid question. As for the kicks Gazef utilized under the fight? They might be not so knightly, yet, he learned long ago, under a battle that is life or death, there is little room for the usual knightley customs. It is you or the enemy who falls to the ground first.

"Now then, return to the princess side, I am sure she is looking for you."

"Thank you for your today training." the boy bowed, giving the proper respect.

"Umu… don't forget if you need any more training, don't hesitate to ask. If I am around, I gladly show you a few tricks. Or, my men also do so. Aren't I am right, guys?"

"AS YOU SAY! CAPTAIN!" came the answer all at once around the courtyard.

"Thank you!" deeply touched, the boy left, passing the handsome, red-haired "noble" waited in the gatehouse. Albeit, he found it strange a noble come around to inspect simple soldiers, maybe he was here to see Gazef. Thus, he disregarded him, giving the proper gesture and left.

"Ah! Tibbald-dono! You are here! I have awaited your arrival."

"Gazef-dono." the handsome man with red hair and turquoise eyes nodded, looking around. "I see, like always, your soldiers are busy with their training."

Around, the soldiers trained, doing their best to improve and reach closer to their captain's level.

"Naturally…" the warrior captain chuckled, honestly proud the determination of his soldiers. To go along with his inhuman training? Very few reached the end of it and did not give up halfway.

"I trained each of them myself. I am proud of their growth." a little bit of boasting never hurt, and he was damn proud of his unit — even if many of them were simply killed by those Slane bastards, many more promising seeds signed up. "And please, formality is unnecessary. Just call me Gazef. That will do."

"Hmm, as you wish…" Tibbald nodded, watched the soldiers for a moment. "From their moves, their strength should be around the knights of the empire. No! Slightly higher."

"Hmm, you have good eyes. Indeed, each of my people has been proven to match an Imperial Knight at least; you can find no finer men than them in the kingdom."

"Then, I am glad such people protecting the country where my business resides."

"Hmm, naturally. Yet, I doubt you are here for some pleasant chat, did you brought my order?"

"As ordered, the armor and weapons specially ordered by you, Warrior Captain-dono, all awaits outside the barracks."

"Splendid! You never disappoint, Tibbald-dono. The King is also more and more intrigued by your wares and accomplishments."

"If I may ask? Who was that boy? He had an awfully determined expression."

"The one with the white armor?"

"Yes…"

"Hmm, his name is Climb. The personal bodyguard of Princess Renner."

"I see…" Tibbald looked thoughtful for a moment, pondering on something.

"Come, let's inspect the wares you brought, then we can take care of the paperwork."

"Accompanied by a good drink?" Tibbald raised his brow, earning a full hearth laugh from the captain.

"Hahahaha! That too! After all, we need to seal the deal."

With that, the warrior captain and the mysterious trader left the courtyard. Gazef waved, several of his soldiers followed behind them.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the capital, in the slums, several children ran through the dark alleys, carrying information, their ears, and little eyes spotting every little detail.

No one cared for them, they just ran in and out from buildings, played merrily around adults who whispered their secrets, giving away their plans and schemes. Indeed, they were the perfect spies, the ideal tools used to gather information and advantages over others.

"You can go now…" the dwarf-like man sent the child on his way, around him many busy hands arranged their new base.

Dyron as he was called, was once employed by the Eight Fingers, more precisely, he served under the local cell leader, Godwin.

God help him. The man deserved what he received from their new employer. He was corrupt, abused his power, and raped both children and adults. Beating them without exception.

Yet, despite more than a month passing, Dyron's stomach still churned remembering how the man was skinned, his voiceless scream he even imagined in his mind.

"Lord Dyron, what do I do with this." reading the message the child passed, he glanced at the orphan as the child offered him a piece of paper. "Bring it to Kyril; he will make sure to reach the ears of the right person."

With that, the child disappeared, leaving the basement.

It worked like this since the man — only calling himself 'Null' — appeared and took over the whole district.

"Of course, the eight fingers still have no idea what happened…" indeed, their new employer was very persistent in his ways.

After a clever plot, he drew all local leaders to their base, then systematically exterminated them. No exception made, all of them dead! Skinned alive, their body showcased all around in the district to hint the seeds of terror and force the Eight Fingers to make a move.

Of course, all of it was under cover of a newly appeared criminal organization — more of a cult. A criminal organization that strangely appeared out of nowhere, and was able to compete with the eight fingers for the control of the district.

Of course, the Eight Fingers can't let this go without repercussion, right after they received the news about the almost complete destruction of their local cell, they sent over their enforcers. Yet, they found no trace of this other group; thus, as the only member with high enough rank, they left behind Dyron to take control of what remained from the cell — sending over further resources him to rebuild, and an overseer that watch over the operation.

The Eight Fingers had not even suspected a thing, but unknown to them, they handed the whole district to someone else, even giving them resources willingly.

Now, on the surface controlled by the "dwarf" Dyron, oversaw by the new overseer who represented the inner circle, the cell continued to rebuild and operate like usual. Yet, under the surface, all the power concentrated in the hands of the mysterious being called "Null."

"Since that boy runs the business, the area started to prosper…" basically, all the orphans worked for them, receiving food, shelter, and payment in return.

Prostitutes operate like usual, protected by the thugs employed by him. It was the perfect scheme, using the Eight Fingers resources to gain a foothold, increase the income, which, after clever accounting, all went to either increase the prosperity of the district, with some parts being handed to their new leader — Null.

"All of this under the nose of the inner circle of the Eight Fingers… if that boy is not a genius, then no one is."

The Eight fingers were still too busy to find this mysterious sect that started to harass them, disturbing operations and intimidated their members all around their operation area — then disappearing without a trace.

The pattern was random, yet, slowly, under the passing month, it started to demoralize the once stable criminal cartel. If this goes on like this, their whole structure is at risk, it would collapse inside out in under a few months.

"And I am sure, when that happens, that Null guy will have a prepared plan, and resources to take over their whole cartel. They will hand him everything, willingly. In hope that he can salvage something."

Spies everywhere, financials drained and diverted away from important places, constantly harassed in a random pattern. Indeed, this was a plan; even a devil would gladly applaud. The model was subtle, yet those who looked deep enough and knew what to search for, already saw the seeds of chaos planted.

"And I only scratched the surface…"

Indeed, the deformed dwarf was aware; he was most likely just a small cog in the machine, only handed the responsibility to make reports and take care of the children around. Valuable, nonetheless, disposable resources.

"After all, who will miss a bunch of street rats if they die? No one… street rats, even if not orphan, their drunk parents care less about them than having their drink served." in all honesty, they have a better life as "little birds" than before, cutpurse orphans who pickpocketed the ones stumbling around.

Now, at least they receive warm meals every day, a place to say, real family… even education. A lot better fate than wasting away on the streets.

"And now, I am stuck here, controlling this district." his job was not the easiest, yet, it could be harder.

The cells which formed the Eight Fingers usually operated independent, only occasionally checked by the section leaders — usually only when reports stopped coming, or something unusual was reported.

On top of that, being their resources diverted by the constant harassment of the mysterious sect, their operation went undisturbed all along. Aside from the overseer dispatched here, no one monitored them.

"And even that "overseer" is nothing more than a puppet now…" yes, the first night this overseer appeared, something weird happened, it was like an entirely different, yet the same looking person took his place. A doppelganger if one liked that word better.

Looking at his side, the overseer of Eight Fingers stood there, accepting every decision he made. Like a freaking "yes man", he agreed with his every decision, reporting: "Everything is OK." towards the inner circle.

"Good, go with that…" the bald man once again approved a thing, which ultimately went straight against the Eight Finger interest. It was crazy seeing it! Yet, it happened!

"Are you sure? Aren't it against…?"

"Don't worry, I will solve the issue." the overseer waved away Dyron's concern, approving the operation like it was nothing.

"Alright then…"

With that, the man signed the order, calling one of the orphans to relay it.

'Clang, clang, clang, clang…' in the next moment, several footsteps can be heard, stopping everyone around. A figure stepped out from the shadows.

"Yo-You!?" Dyron's eyes widened, seeing the same teen they didn't saw since all of this ordeal started.

"I see… you manage this place just right." Null, as their mysterious leader, called looked around. Right away, the surrounding orphans gathered around him.

"Lord Null! Lord Null! You are back!" they are completely mesmerized by him, seeing him as their savior. Just as the man planned all along, now, these little ones will never betray him.

"Hmm, indeed, I am back. How are your children doing? Is Dyron giving you everything I promised?"

"Yes! Yes! We receive a warm meal every day! Have toys to play with , we even have comfortable beds and medicine."

"Hmm, good…" he glanced for the dwarf for a moment, nodding slightly. His expression still empty; it was like a wall stared at him, commenting: "Good job!" Unnerving, yes, that was the best word to describe him.

"Go back to your task; I need to speak with Dyron. Later, we can speak more. Distribute this amongst your peers." reaching under his cloak, pulling out a big bag, he handed it the gathered children.

"Don't forget, everyone gets one, don't be greedy. You are family, after all. Share it. Don't disappoint me." inspecting the bag, the children's eyes widened, seeing the bag filled to the brim with sweets.

"Ye-Yes! Lord Null!"

"That's what I like to hear…" caressing their heads with his gloved hand, he proceeded towards the dwarf.

"Lord Null. What can I do for you?" Dyron asked; it was strange from the beginning, but it gained confirmation now. Seeing the bald overseer kneel before the teen, now he knows, he replaced him long ago with his own people.

From the start, the operative of Eight Fingers was working for another power.

"Things accelerated; we will step to the next level."

The dwarf gulped, only suspecting what the boy is up to. If his precognition is right, this will mean a great blow to the organization called Eight Fingers.

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From the Next Chapter:

"So, this is it, eh?" Raidyn looked around, slightly impressed by the place. Compared to the Kingdom, this city brimmed with life and riches. Buildings bigger, roads all paved all across the city. It was a city, completely white, almost blinding splendor.

"Indeed, welcome in Arwintar, Lady Raidyn." Vaydark smiled, looking forward to meeting his old friend. Can only suspecting, where their way will lead after the road pointed.

What awaits them in this city of miracle? You will know from the next chapter.

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A/N:

Well, that's it for now.

I hope it was bearable! :)

The next chapter comes when it is ready.

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In the next chapter. The splendor of the Empire. Null makes his move. An old friend of the elven grandmaster…

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