Demiurge stood vigil behind his lady as she discussed what she wanted from the villager and as the two of them and Lord Ainz entered a hut to discuss more of the world around them. She kept quiet mostly and looked over the papers and books she had been given. There was a woman who was explaining a few things to her about the dialect and Lady Antisavior tilted her head as if to puzzle something out.
The day was becoming late and Demiurge was sure that his lady had learned something as she flipped through the book with intent. His lady was rather intelligent as expected of someone of her stature.
Lord Momonga, who was apparently going by Ainz Ooal Gown at the moment, wandered around the town as he spoke to the leader and his wife about the surrounding areas.
"Demiurge." Ahna called him over to her. "Can you read any of this?"
Demiurge peered down at the page and the symbols there looked like badly drawn scribbles. "No, my lady. I am unable to decipher them."
"I suppose it must have something to do with my being bilingual to begin with." The red head tilted her head as she continued her eyes drifting across the page. "I wouldn't be able to speak the language by just reading this however since we are already able to speak it so it makes learning the language easier once we have some page translated."
Demiurge looked at her studying the writings. Her eyes snapped up at the sound of running footsteps, the young man tripped in front of her falling on to his face. She walked forward as he got up looking around. "Apologies." He said slightly "Have you seen the chief, Miss."
"Yes, but what is wrong?" Demiurge wasn't sure why she pretended to care about this human. He could tell it was an act as her face was slightly tense around the edges nothing like how she was with any of the guardians or the sheer fear and worry that donned her face when she had heard of Lord Momonga's departure.
"There are a bunch of riders headed towards the village at high speeds. It might be another attack." The younger man panicked.
Ahna handed her book behind her to Demiurge who took the book in his hand. The woman nodded at the village boy. "I will inform my Lord and the village head." She said as she began moving toward her guildmate's aura.
She could hear Demiurge's footsteps behind her as she walked quickly towards the center of the village. "Lord Ainz." She called loudly as she approached the masked undead. "Lord Ainz, there is trouble."
The overlord turned in a swirl of robes. "Trouble?" his masked face moved slightly from her form to that of Demiurge's. "Explain."
"Apparently, there is a large group of riders headed here now." Ahna said in a relaxed manner. "It might be a good idea to get the residents out of the way."
The leader looked at her shocked lack of reaction at delivering the news of a second attack. Momonga looked to the startled man and asked him to gather the villagers and then return to meet the visitors head on. The four Nazarickians stood side by side as they waited for the cloud of dust in the distance to get close.
"Demiurge." Momonga looked over to the devil. "Stick close to Ahna, if this turns into a fight make sure to keep people off of her so she can heal the group."
"Yes, my lord." He said quietly, moving closer to the other devil.
The horse-mounted soldiers were almost upon them when the village head came back. Ahna could see the soldier in the front. He was large, dark and tanned. "Oh-ho-ho." Ahna began only for the skeletal mage to lay a hand on her mouth.
"Don't." he said, knowing she was about to make a lewd comment on the person riding up. He hadn't played Yggdrasil with her all these years to not know what her preferences, that she was so vocal about.
"I'm just saying… Hello tall, dark and tanned." The woman snickered, a predatory glint in her black eyes. One that made Demiurge look at the oncoming man with distaste. He was a human. Why had his lady been captivated by him immediately?
The human in the front stopped in front of the group of people but didn't dismount. He looked down upon the people seeing the man in the suit who glared menacingly at him to his far right. On his far left was a woman in black plate armor, whose power was immediately evident. But it was the two people in between those two that caught his attention. They were the exact opposite. The large male was clad in intimidating purple and black robes. Long horned pauldrons sat on his shoulder and a creepy mask hid his face from view. However to his side was a much shorter woman, the shortest in attendance. She had beautiful crimson hair styled in a rose shape on her head. She looked at him with obsidian orbs as if she were ready to eat him, but her clothing of a dark blue shade and flowing dress made her look young.
"I am a knight of the Re-Estize Kingdome, Gazef Stronoff." He looked around the group till his eyes fell upon a slightly older man behind the group. "Our kind has ordered me to hunt down the knights who have been attacking villages around here. Fear not we will do all we can to protect you."
"Thank you General Gazef." The robed man looked to the elder and then to his tiny companion in the dress...Were her feet bare? How odd?
"You must be the head of the village. Who are these people?"
"Well aren't you rude?" The redhead said with a smile. "These people are right here. And maybe if you had been here four or so hours earlier we could…" The robed man's hand flashed out to cover her mouth.
"Deepest apologies, my companion has a hard time controlling her mouth. It is a pleasure to meet you, General." He released the lady and she turned away miffed. She moved closer to the man in the pinstriped suit as if she were a cat who had been snubbed and was now looking for attention elsewhere. "My name is Ainz Ooal Gown. This is my companion Ahna and her bodyguard Demiurge. This is Albedo. I am a simple magic user who stumbled upon this town while it was being attacked by those knights."
Gazef's face turned to shock for a moment before he composed himself. So this was what the girl was going to say. He was sure that the attack must have been hours ago. Four he would bet. The man dismounted and moved around his horse to look at the strange group of people. "Then I owe you my thanks, these people would have died without you." The man's eyes drifted from the man to the woman to his left. He had opened his mouth for what he wasn't sure but one of his soldiers called his attention to inform him that they had been surrounded. Gazef gritted his teeth, a trap? But for who?
The warrior's eyes went over each of the four individuals in front of him. One of the five of them was the target of that he was certain.
"General Gazef. Perhaps it would be better to take our conversation inside for the time being."