Brill, hour later.
Prince Ainzah still hasn't spoked since the battle. There was something weird with him. Marwyn really didn't knew. He know that prince was not that used to fighting, but he have saw him fighting few years ago, when they were ambushed by bandits, and he did not remember him being that frustrated at himself.
What must have happend to the prince that he felt so bad about those creatures?
As Marwyn thinked, Ainzah slowly walked foward.
Satoru Suzuki was thinking whole time. The dread feeling in his mind.
"All of this blood...i murdered creature. I..i killed living, sentient creature..." spoke voice of his.
He felt ill, wanting to throw up, but stoped himself from doing it, taking a breath of fresh air.
"Marwyn..." Ainzah spoke finally.
Captain jumped, thrown away from the silence.
"My lord?" he responded simply.
"Marwyn, i will take a rest. Sorry for that, i wanted to congratulate all of you for your service, but i feel ill. Hope you understand."
"Yes, of course. Formalities can wait till tommorow. Sleep good, my lord" Marwyn responded, like a friend to friend.
Small chuckle left Ainzah face, going to sleep right after.
He fell on a fresh bed, falling asleep momentarily.
In his mind, forces awoken to speak.
Few that were there already, and the guest that was expected.
Satoru Suzuki found himself sitting on the throne. Not as Ainzah Menethil, or even Momonga. No, as himself.
"What is going on!?" Japanise men asked, making sound in the void. He remembered this place. This was where he made a deal. The void on space and time.
This time, however, he was able to move, not being forced to stay on the place.
From the darkness, second voice spoke. It was similar to Satoru. The kind of voice he would use as playing a supervillan while roleplaying.
"I would also like to know the anwser to this question. What is going on" spoke the voice.
Creature slowly approached closer and closer, being dragged in the void, sitting on the throne.
Satoru froze. This was something he knew. He watched and loved. His game avatar.
Momonga was alive.
"Wait, who are you?! Are you Momonga?!" Satoru screamed.
"Huh, i might have used that name once, but let me welcome you, human. My name is Ainz Own Goal, ruler of Great Tomb of Nazarik!"
Satoru looked confused. Why would his avatar use name of his guild?
"Why do you use the name of the Guild?!" he argue.
Undead Overlord looked confused for a moment.
"So, you really me. You know about the guild, and know my old name, so, it is really me. Intresting" was his respond.
Satoru was still trying to understand the situation.
"How do you even came to life. You were my avatar!" he shouted.
Ainz laughed lightly.
"Honestly, me, i don't really know. I remember the world timer going to 00.00, then, a misterious teleportation to this place. Then, i watched as you spoke with some being, and then i was transported back to Nazarik, where NPCs were now alive"
Satoru sighed sad, but thinked hard. But in the meantime he asked a question.
"How is Great Tomb of Nazarik doing?"
"Well, i only have stared doing this for few days, but it seems fine. But floor guardians are such a pain in the ass. They loyalty is at maximum, to the point, i always have someone that will follow me"
Satoru remembered the NPCs. To think they were now real and probably sentient also. Then, he thinked of Albedo joke.
"Ugh, how is your romance doing?" he asked.
If Ainz was able, he would Grasp Heart his human.
"You had to do it. You had to!" Overlord screamed, green fog around him.
Satoru felt emberessed. Damn, he made that guy suffer.
"Anyway, what are you doing as a ruler? I kinda found myself in position that i also rule a kingdom now" Satoru stated.
"Hmm? Kingdom you say"
"Yes. I found myself as a prince of the human medieval fantasy kingdom!"
"Intresting. Very intresting" said only Ainz.
"Yes, yes. You ruling my kingdom, how great of you" Spoke another, unnoticed voice.
Both of the looked at the other direction. There was also a man on the throne, but was surrounded by the iron cage.
"Are you proud of yourself, Satoru? Of this stealing?! Of being an actor, playing the role of the prince, that was my life!?" He shouted in anger. Cold, calculated explosion of rage followed.
"It seems that we meet the original, Satoru" spoke Ainz.
"It is as you speak, me" Said the Japanise man.
They looked at each other for few moments, inspecting, watching, trying to read the mind of each other.
But there was one question, that throwed Satoru hard.
"So, impostor, anwser my question...How does it feel to kill?" he said, with a chuckle.
Instantly, Satoru grabbed his throat, feeling a warm incoming.
He felt pain, unknow force pushing on him.
"Yes, yes, yes. Break, realise me from this cage" spoke original Ainzah.
Satoru was laying on the floor, hurt a lot, when all of his pain stopped, and the locked prince scream in nightmare, skin shattering and melting from his body.
"No, no, no. We are not allowing pain spreading in the nether" said a familiar, childish chaotic voice.
"Being S!" both Satoru and Ainz shouted.
"Yes, yes, hello there everyone, blah, blah, blah. Like you really care what i will say to you!" He looked away, in childish manner.
"Anyway, it seems that you found yourself in my world again, for some unknow reason" S stated.
Salary man and overlord looked at each one, then on the prince in pain, and back on the creature.
"Well, i sorry for this intrusion, but it wasn't becouse of me. This fellow in cage is a summoner, becouse it seems that you are in moral conflict, that is making your experience sad and boring"
Satoru turned to Ainz, and back to place before.
"Yes, i am not sure how i feel. I felt no pain, but after i had to slay some creatures, with were sentient, i feel very bad"
S waited for those words to gain power in the conversation.
"So, your fantasy story is being stopped by human morality. Eh, boring. What is really a problem?!"
Satoru looked confused, but understand situation.
He is speaking about human morality with undead overlord, insane locked prince, and some sore of godly being.
"Anyway, why won't you ask yourself, Satoru Suzuki. Ainz is waiting to give you an anwser"
Overlord shocked, then warned S to don't do anything funny.
Satoru looked at his avatar.
"M..Momonga, how do you feel killing living beings?"
Overlord looked at the human, his pupils burning in red flames.
"Satoru Suzuki, as an Overlord of Great Tomb of Nazarik, and Undead, i feel nothing. But even if i see them now as lesser beings, they are still sentient creatures, and i do not intend on killing them without reason."
Satoru listen to his former avatar, but even as he was little disturbed with him, he realise he can't put human morality on the undead being.
"Ainz" He went silent for a moment" How should i feel when i were to kill other creature?! I am human after all." Satoru stated.
"Me. You are now but a shadow of the former human, we used to be. Now, you play a role of the locked one, and for this, you should take other approche. Don't think of it as a crime you commited. Think like a videogame. If you don't do this, you will fell to insanity fast. Even i get tired on physical level, being only given better situation by emotional suppresion" Stated Ainz Own Goal.
"T...thanks"
"Now, you have to think of it little more, meaning, that the meeting is over."
"You right. But i did not make it happend, it started on it's own." Said Subaru.
"Well, this might have been my cause. I wanted to hear what make you mad Satoru" Stated S.
"Ehhh, you. Nevermind, i have to rethink it few times. For now, thank you for this occasion to talk, S"
Twisted Being smiled, collapsing pocked world, sending everyone back.
Prince Ainzah woke up on another day, clearly in a better mood than yesterday.
Ten minutes later he was ready to meet with Marwyn.
"My lord, are you alright. You looked badly yesterday"
"Ah, of course Marwyn, i'm better now. Yesterday experience was intresting, but it took me by suprice, and i felt bad feeling after seeing all the blood and gore. I'm just not used to it. Next time i should take it easier" Stated prince of Lordearon.
Then, they moved foward out of the building, to be approched by the people of Brill, all cheering, directing their love on the prince and his men.
They were of course followed by many warriors that joined the prince army. All of the saluted, being part of his magesty unit.
Ainzah waved to then, slowly moving foward towards the group, to congratulate them for they bravery.
Later that day, he was preparing for another destination.
Agamand Mills.
Strangly, as he looked at the list of noble houses, Agamands were not present as greater family. To his suprice, the Barov famili was in control of this land now, but left the name to Agamands, becouse they were first owners.
Those mills were one of the most improtant sources of food in this part of the kingdom. Nearly all of grain in this area comes from this place.
Ainzah prepared his march at the morning next day, giving him free day off work.
He decided to visit some places in the town.
First, he went to the priest, becouse he still had few little injuries from the battle yesterday, and had to thank him for saving his people.
Priest wasn't expecting him, but was prepared enough to let his guest into his holy home. They talked about a hour, before prince had to leave. In the end, he was blessed by the cleric, to have good luck. But also was given Blessing of Wisdom.
This, on the other hand, was felt by Ainzah as a spell. He felt his magic power floating inside of him, regeneraing his magic energy even faster.
"Holy father, can you speak with me about the blessing you have given me. What kind of magic is this really?"
Priest looked little supriced by the question, but was ready to anwser.
"My Prince, holy magic is based on the faith you have, and you giving yourself to the light. It requires you to be devoted, good to your ally and your enemy, and to see the world in what good it offers. Then, you need a discipline training, to be able to focus and strengthen your faith, then, with training, you will be able to channel power of the light into your actions. Yet remember, if you fail in your way of morality, light will abandon you" He ended, trying to be scary.
But his words were wise and really helpfull, in understanding of this world to Ainazh.
"Thank you, holy father" Prince have his honors and left.
After visiting few other places, in preperation of the travel, Ainzah went to the gardens of Fearlina. He wanted to prepare the gift for lady Agamand.
"Good Evening" He said walking into a building.
"My Prince, what did i do to be blessed by your presence?" Anwsered lady in a welcoming tone.
"Miss Fearlina, i wanted to buy some flowers for the travel"
"Oh, do my lord going to travel to his loved one, that he is preparing a flowers?" she joked lightly, watching him.
Ainzah got little emberessed.
"Uh, no, i'm going as a guest to few important people and i wanted to... prepare the gift of flowers"
"Hah, don't worry, i got you my prince. After all, i prepared many of your family ceremonies" she anwsered, happly.
"You have grown up so much from the 3 years ago i have seen you. You don't have to be so formal. May i offer you a cup of tea?"
"Well, i have time today, i can agree on one" We walked toward the table she had pointed.
Their casual talk stared now, as they tea was in preperation.
Ainzah started.
"Miss Fearlina, how is your life doing? We haven't heard of you in some time."
"My lord, as always caring, i been doing fine, like my whole life. Well, as always also, my husbant is sick. I don't know why is he like this, but my alchemy don't work on him, and even a priest had a problem with helping him in the long time. I think he will be always like this..."
Satoru thinked for a moment. He had an ability to try.
"Miss Fearlina, could i see your husband. I might know a spell that could show us something about him.
Eyes of the botanist widen at this moment. Could it be that her husbant can be healed?!
"Of course! He is at the upper floor, in the bed."
She went first, prince after her.
They entered a small room, with closed windows and curtains blockin the light. In the room there was only bed, a small chair and a desk with some healing herbs.
"There he is" she said.
Ainzah walked to the sleeping man. He looked at him, and was disatisfied. Men was all pale. His body fat was nearly gone, and his mussles were probably shrinking slowly. He was all sweaty, clearly having a fever for some time. He breathed hardly to add to that.
"This is bad..."
"My lord, do you know what is wrong with his health?"
"I will try to use my spell, but i don't guarantee anything"
He put his hand on man chest, and casted his spell.
"Life Essence" he called.
Mist of green light surrounded laying man.
In this moment, Ainzah was analysing his body, trying to find a reason he was sick. His mist filled the body, to find something. And the worst is, this was bad. Very bad.
Cancer cells at the man lungs.
How is he going to say it to the lady next to him!?
He took a deep breath and ended the spell.
"We need to talk about it, let's go downstairs" he said, leaving the room.
He sat near the table, looking at the woman. She was few years older then him, so he could talk casually.
"Fearlina, i had a bad news for you..."
She was already shaking, before we even stared. She was scared.
"Let me say it this way. Your husband have an illness, that is making his body weak. That you know already. But worst is, and please don't expect me to say it in science language, becouse i am not all knowing in this area, have a next disease growing in the area of his lungs, that will slowly weaken him."
She looked at him, her eyes trying hard not to start crying.
"My prince...i want to hear it. Is he going to die?"
He took a deep breath.
"There is a high chance, in few years probably. You are helping him by using herbs and potions, but this is something that will slowly make him weaker. And i don't know that we are able to cleans it"
As he said it, she broke. He walked to her, embracing her, as she fallen weak, crying, letting her bad emotins free.
He let her cry, putting his hand on her head, gently conforming her.
They spend a lot of time till the night, slowly talking about the situation. Ainzah said that he will send best priest he know to her, to try as much as he can in her situation.
As the night came, he was embracing her, as she was still in bad mental situation.
She fell asleep in his arms, being tired. Then he layed her on the bed, leaving her house.
Fearlina husband, Marcus, will die 3 years later. Fearlina will become a widow.