Title: "The Nazarick Grand Prix."

Disclaimer: Overlord is owned, written and created by Kugane Maruyama.

I do not own Overlord and this literature is only and purely, a fan fiction take on Overlord.

Chapter 31: Prelude to tragedy.

The aftermath of the allied forces' victory against the Beastmen army that was invading the Draconic Kingdom, spread quickly throughout the continent. Well, to the areas that has normal to better economy, anyways. The stories told by the knights of the Baharuth Empire were topic among soldiers and adventurers in for days. The knights' stories, being backed up by the medical personnel solidify the tales to be facts. These stories were the addition to the source of pride for the residents of the Baharuth Empire, even more so for their young Emperor.

This was especially true for the Rockbruise Family. Ever since she was cured of the curse on her face; her family slowly reached out to her again. Though deep inside; Leinas still harboured a grudge on them for casting her aside when she was still inflicted with the curse, she decided to let them be as to not ruin the jovial atmosphere around her and her fellow Knights.

For Leinas, the hardest part of her duty recently; was to write the letters informing the families of the fallen comrades that their sons or daughters are now dead. The same was with the Adventurers and Workers since they were also under her direct supervision and authority. But, upon their return to the Empire, the soldier's cried tears of joy upon reuniting with their friends and loved ones.

Even better was the fact that Jircniv held a special banquet for the Legionnaires upon their return. And there, all of the Knights, and others that participated in the campaign were awarded commendations and recognitions. But those, that have showed exemplary performance during battle; were given special honours and commendations. And a special recognition was awarded to those who went beyond the call of duty.

While those that perished as they sacrificed themselves to save and rescue prisoners, were given special honours and a heroes burial. Their families received large sums of gold and their sons and daughters were guaranteed acceptance to any school of specialization they would choose. Those who perished in battle but have no surviving families to take after them; had their awards and honours displayed in the Capital's Hall of Heroes.

Within these halls are the names and pictures of the fallen; those that have rendered heroic deeds and have set good examples for others to follow. Inside the Hall of Heroes, one can find a very wide wall where the names of Knights, Adventurers, Workers, and even ordinary civilians that have made their mark in the world through their own contributions to the Empire are eternally inscribed. Their deeds and accomplishment were recorded in detail and these records are available for everyone to read, and for their descendants to rediscover and follow in spirit.

During the banquet; the Knights, Adventurers, Workers and common guards ate and drank to their hearts content. They exchanged stories of their own experiences throughout the entire campaign, while some took the time to gather their comrades and poured down a bottle or two of wine on the graves of their fallen comrades. Though the casualties on the legionnaires were about less than a hundred, given that there were no less than two thousand of them that went to the Draconic Kingdom; the close camaraderie enjoyed in the Legions made sure that they held their utmost respect to a fallen comrade. As a professional soldier, they are all aware of the fleeting shortness of life when engaged in battle. This was made even clearer to them after bearing witness to the horrors of the last battle held in the Katze Plains.

Immediately within the past few months, while the Allied Forces' campaign was going on in the Draconic Kingdom. The Sorcerer Kingdom sent Demiurge, Mare and a couple of Dwarven Engineers, together, with numerous Quaguas and other species; to quickly build an entirely new facility for manufacturing vehicles. But the first of these facilities/ factories that were built was for the militaristic kind.

Jircniv couldn't be more excited, because he learned that his nation was the chosen location for the military vehicle facilities. Especially after learning; that the first army vehicles to be produced in the Empire, would be the fighter planes. His childhood dreams of soaring through the skies would no longer be just dreams, but now closer than ever.

Two days after the Legionnaires and accompanying Adventurer, Workers, and other volunteers went towards the Draconic Kingdom, the constructions on several factories started. At the same time; Jircniv and Nimble went through rigorous training and studies in order to pilot an airplane. Learning new stuff about gravitational pulls and its effects, altitude, longitudes and latitudes and so on; he and Nimble powered through the training for over two months in lecture halls and simulators. All along with the others chosen and qualified for the maiden flight and battle of the first ever 'Air Force', that is, of course, outside of Nazarick.

Present time.

A few days after their return, many of the Knights noticed that there are now numerous new establishments constructed or being constructed throughout the empire. Among these, the new or rather renovated theatres that were renovated to house a movie cinema as well.

With all of the new things that came about after the Pioneer's Holiday, the citizens noticed the major improvement of their lives compared to how it was before becoming a vassal state. Those sentiments are echoed once again, as former beggars and paupers are now being given decent jobs; that allowed them to earn money for themselves and their families. And with the 'Anti-Slavery Laws' put in place; the working conditions improved noticeably for every employed citizen.

That doesn't mean however, that crimes no longer exist within the Empire. From time to time, there would still be reports of violence and some form of fighting. But, these are mostly done by drunks, adulterers getting caught, unruly pranksters, and some remaining entitled members of the nobility. Still, nothing that a few Knights or guards can't handle.

News of the nobles from the Southern Holy Kingdom finally making their move, has also reached the ears of the common gossips and even the radio channels. And as the radio DJ's talk about the latest developments in such topics, many of the masses' sentiment sided with the Northern Holy Kingdom. Adding the fact; that it was public knowledge that the Northern Holy Kingdom suffered a demonic invasion many years ago. In addition to that; the nobles from the south didn't even bother to send relief aides to their northern brethren, just made them look like untrustworthy in eyes of the public, not only in the Baharuth Empire, but all across the continent.

Now, Jircniv reviewed the details of the reports that came from various sections of their delegates to the Draconic Kingdom. He was actually pleased overall, though saddened; that there were still deaths among his Knights. After that, he reviewed the initial plans to counter the Southern Holy Kingdom's offensives.

It was all thanks to the combined efforts of the spies from the former crime group known as "The Eight Fingers", together with the Empire's own intelligence network and the operatives from Sorcerer Kingdom. In truth, they have already pin-pointed Dominic's Location. As well as those that he collaborated with. It was only whatever the Sorcerer King that held them to simply continue monitoring the situation. A command that sent chills to Jircniv's spine. For he knew too well that whatever it is that the Sorcerer King was planning to do to Dominic and to the Slaine Theocracy, he was praying hard that it never be turned on his own nation. He almost felt pity towards the ordinary citizens of the Theocracy, almost.

After all, it was their own decision to kill the majority of their Elven slaves rather than surrendering them to the Sorcerer King. It was they, who chose to offend the single most powerful magic caster in the known world. Even worse was that they tried stealing from him in his own home, as honoured guests. Jircniv wondered what he would do if he was placed in the Sorcerer King's shoes? A thought that he dismissed immediately, for he knows he doesn't want to be in the position to be ending the lives of millions living in a human centric nation. But then again, maybe it's because he is just a human as well. No one knows what could be going on within the vast oceans of knowledge; that is the mind of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Jircniv remembered clearly, how the Slaine Theocracy sent its own soldiers to raid helpless villagers in the Re-Estize Kingdom. Personally, he doesn't mind pressuring the people of the Re-Estize Kingdom a little bit. But, oppressing the poor farmers and helpless villagers for no valid reason; was something he finds very dishonourable and something he never wanted his Imperial Knights to represent or be known for.

The thought of being a pawn by a couple of zealots deeply irritated Jircniv, enough that he relish the day when he could be allowed to drop the so called 'Nuk-li-yer bomb' (Nuclear Bomb) on the Theocracy's capital. After some much more reading and further reviews of various reports, the young Emperor moved on to arranging some trade deal proposals for the Re-Estize and Northern Holy Kingdom.

Somewhere near the City-State alliance.

Rigrit and the Adamantite-ranked Adventurer Team; Blue Roses were riding in their respective vehicles. It's been nearly a week of continuous travels, after they left Chevrolitz Marnak and his companions in the City of E-Rantel. There, Chevrolitz and his two family members stayed on the room that was previously rented by the Blue Roses, the former member of the Thirteen Heroes took the opportunity to learn more about the strange yet lively City they've been brought to.

At the moment, in the very small village of Arollet, Blue Roses were having some difficulty locating the last living member of the Thirteen Heroes. The one they were looking for was the former ranger of the famous group. They spent a long time searching for clues based on the last known location of their comrade after going his own way, but all they've got so far was just rumors and here-says. Rigrit began to think that the chances of her old friend being still alive, was getting smaller by the hour.

After five hours of searching and asking around, Evil Eye sent a message to her comrades and told them to meet her at the tallest tree by the nearest river in town. And so they did, and by late noon, they all gathered up at the tallest tree by the river.

"Okay, so we're here shorty. Care to tell us why you called us here though. I mean, we still have to find the old hunter you know." Gagaran asked in her usual care free tone.

"That's exactly why I called you here. I found him, or rather where he was buried. Take a look for yourself Rigrit." Evil Eye said, as she pointed to a tall tombstone behind the tree.

The first one to move was Rigrit, as she remembered the man known to them as William Tellora to be like an older brother to her. Seeing her friend's name and his symbol clearly engraved on the tombstone really hurt her deep inside, it's as if a family member had died; and as far as Rigrit is concerned; a family member just did.

Tears ran down Rigrit's cheeks. The old lady couldn't hide her emotions as another one of her beloved friend left for the next life. As she stared at the inscriptions on the Tombstone, her knees bended and then; she began sobbing and crying releasing her emotions from her loss.

"You damn fool! You said you'd make a name for yourself and not just be a wandering schmuck; you never even kept in touch for the last sixty years. And yet, when I found you again, you went ahead and beat me to the grave… I hope you've at least enjoyed the last years of your life. Too bad, you didn't get to see the new world being formed all around us.

Rest in peace William, rest in peace old friend. You've earned it more than most people could ever truly claim. Still, such a shame that you won't be able to join us for one last journey together. Such a shame indeed." Rigrit whispered the last few words of farewell to an old comrade, one that she saw as real family.

"Goodbye William. You always did make sure everyone was safe by going out first, to check for any danger that may befall the group. I hope you and the rest of our fallen brothers and sisters get together and maybe, maybe even prepare a reception for use when we're there…" Evil Eye spoke softly while fondly remembering the elder brotherly nature of their late comrade.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Rigrit and you too shorty. He must have been a real good guy for you to remember him kindly." Gagaran said kindly, trying to console her two friends. The twins simply put their hands on the shoulders of their grieving team mates. While Lakyus silently prayed for the soul of the departed hero.

"He is. That, he is." Rigrit replied.

"Oh, I nearly forgot. We've been invited to their house. The whole family wants us to join them for dinner tonight." Evil Eye said after wiping the tears from under her mask.

"I'm sorry, but, what now?"

"Inviting us for dinner?"

"Who's Family and why?"

Questions were uttered by the team members.

"I'm sorry I forgot to tell you all. The reason I found William's grave; is because a group of hunters overheard me describing William in the tavern near the messenger's office. They told me that their great grandfather's features matched the one I was looking for, so, I took a chance and went with them. And then, after I've proven my identity; they showed me to where he was buried. According to William's last living grandson; William died just two weeks ago." Evil eye explained.

"Well, if that's the case; I say we accept their invitation." Rigrit answered with a smile.

Evil Eye led the Blue Roses to an old, but sturdy, medium sized house. Where William's descendants have gathered in welcoming their great grandfather's legendary comrades as guests of honor.

"Here we are. The home of William's descendants." Evil Eye pointed out.

"Well, we're here now. Let's try calling someone to let them know we've arrived." Lakyus spoke.

"Yes. After all, it would be rude." Tina said.

"To keep them waiting." Tia continued.

With that, the ladies' group called forth someone from inside. Later on, a young man answered the door and let them in. The same child introduced the adventurers to the late William's family.

"Ahh, In behalf of our family and of my late father; I welcome you all into our humble home. I am William Tellora III, the grandson of William Tellora. We are truly honoured that famous hero and necromancer Lady Rigrit Bers Caurau and the famous all-female team of Blue Roses. My late grandfather would always tell me stories of his great adventures and sometimes, misadventures with the group we've come to know as the Thirteen Heroes." The Oldest living descendant of the late William said to them.

"I… We all came here in the hopes of gathering our former team mates for a special reunion in E-Rantel. But, I was too late. I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner. Still, from what I have observed; it seems to me that his character and virtues were passed on to his descendants. And that is a very good thing." Rigrit said.

"Thank you. Grandfather did always tell us each virtues that each member of your group upholds. Please enjoy our humble bounty. I hope you could excuse the old house. Grandfather and Grandmother build this home all by themselves, well, that's what father told me a long time ago."

"Please, there's no need to be so humble. The honor is ours; I thank you all for inviting us to your home. If it's not too much to ask, can you tell us about the life William had here." Rigrit said as she asked to hear about her friend's life. She was interested to know about William's life after their final battle against the Demon Gods.

That evening was filled with meaning conversations, as the family members regaled their guests with the various kinds of food that they've prepared (simple, but many. Just like a Filipino Holiday Feast). In return, the Adventurers told the Tellora Family about their many adventures and accomplishments. Even their unfortunate encounter with Jaldabaoth, by which Evil Eye stole the spot light whenever she would rain praises for the Dark Hero Momon.

Rigrit was pleasantly surprised to learn that the town's name of Arollet was actually its founder's name written backwards. The name was decided by the original settlers in honor of William's good deeds to his fellow travellers that were also looking for a place to live in freely and safely. Personally, William was never one to want to be in the spotlight. He prefers no unnecessary attention to himself, as was his way that helped him maintain his humility and discipline throughout the years. It was through William's efforts that the people that travelled with him remained safe, safe from bandits, wild beasts, monsters and even roaming undead and other freak abominations.

Thus, Rigrit went on to explain about the most recent events that included the Theocracy situation, the Sorcerer Kingdom's many advancements in various fields and aspects. As well as the conflicts that were happening since they last went to E-Rantel.

Rigrit and the Blue Roses accepted the hospitality offered by the Tellora Family, so they've chosen to stay the night in the family's estate. By the next day, they bid the Tellora Family farewell and rode back towards E-Rantel.

Inside Dominic's secret hideout. (Present day)

Dominic was feeling lucky, especially after he caught wind about his southern collaborators making their move. His day was even better as he and his fellow Ex-Cardinals have just finished doing their preparations in using their secret weapons.

"Dominic, we must make preparations to join the Southern Holy Kingdom's forces. We've gotten this far old friend; we need to stick to the plan." Ginedine said to Dominic.

"Don't worry. I've already figured out the mechanics of my divine armor, I'm more concerned about the two of you. Have you mastered your own divine power suit already?" Dominic asked.

"Of course, I have. Yvon has just mastered his, yesterday. Just a few more practice, we'll be able to destroy that blasted undead and punish those who betrayed the Theocracy." Ginedine replied.

"Speaking of Yvon. Where is he?" Dominic asked.

"He's making sure that the storages for our armours are well protected and hidden. With the most impactful part of the plan getting near, we can't let any chance of it getting into any problems." Ginedine answered.

"Understandably so. Oh, I can see it all now. First, the traitors that allied themselves with that damned skeleton. Then, that infernal curse himself! With the three secret treasures finally unsealed and unearthed after hundreds of years, not even the Dragon Lords can stop us!" Dominic said vigorously.

The two former Cardinals laughed and sneered as they looked at the map, focused on the Northern Holy Kingdom. After a few seconds; Yvon entered the room, bringing several large keys with him.

"If you two keep on staring into that map, you're going to bore a hole through it. Anyway, here are the keys to your separate storage. Make sure only you have it on you at all times. Let's get a move on, we need to abandon this cave" Yvon said to the two.

"Thank you Yvon. Very well, let us be on the path forth humanity's salvation." Dominic said so with a smirk on his face.

With that short banter between the three rogue cardinals, they left for their next base of operations, leaving nothing to ensure that there won't be any clue as to where they were heading to next. All the while throughout their planning and schemes, even through all the times they sent multiple ways of conveying their numerous messages to their collaborators and spies; several tiny pairs of eyes were observing every little move they made.

These tiny operatives were of insignificant size, that none among the former cardinals' servants ever noticed their presence. Especially since these little vermins always steered clear of any lights, yet they continuously shift from one bit of location to another. These light –sensitive critters, would always report back to their slightly larger brethren; that hid themselves within the stone walls and natural crevices in the cave's structure. Then, they themselves use their magical capabilities to silently send messages to their main progenitor, who is also the Area Guardian of the infamous Black Capsule Kyouhukou.

In accordance with Ainz's orders of continued surveillance on Dominic and all of his collaborators, and ensuring that he and his minions are always operating within the most efficient and effective way; Kyouhukou would hear out all of the messages sent to him. Then he would transcribe them word per word and only after proof reading them; would he submit said reports to the demons that worked directly under Demiurge.

Once Demiurge received these reports; he would read, interpret, and analyse the information to potentially figure out the enemy's next moves. Of course, as always; Demiurge never kept anything from his all knowing master. So he always submits Kyouhukou's original reports as well whenever he submits his own reports to his liege.

As a distinguished and honourable individual created by the Supreme Beings, Demiurge also sends a summary report to his superior; Albedo. Being a respectful denizen of Nazarick, Demiurge always showed respect and even his sincerest concerns for his fellow Nazarick residents. But for some reason, Demiurge could not offer his full trust to Albedo. Ever since one his minions reported that; during a stealth exploratory surveillance by one of his demons' group, a few years ago. This secret demonic group was meant to expand their knowledge on other areas that the New World's inhabitants might have missed; one of his stealth-specialized demons happened to see Albedo, Pandora's Actor and a few high-level summoned entities strangely travelling together with Rubedo.

To Demiurge's Knowledge; those who were assigned to work on the Eight Floor of Nazarick, were never supposed to leave their position, as they were meant to end any intruder's advancement should any culprit manage to get past the first seven Floor Guardians somehow. Assuming that one as dangerously powerful as Rubedo; would not be allowed to leave her position without Ainz's direct permission and since they were with Pandora's Actor; the resident Defence Specialist chose to keep quiet about the matter. Though since then, he had gut feeling that Albedo was up to something. Whatever it may be; he still chose to give the Guardian Overseer the benefit of the doubt, but he was never able to fully trust Albedo since then.

After reading Kyouhukou's reports and making copies of it using a copier machine (The multiple feature kind), one that brought out by Momonga from his own personal storage space. The copier's efficiency and its precision was something that Demiurge easily took a liking to. Even better, is the fact that it was Ainz himself that taught Demiurge on how to use and maximize the functions and features of a copier-machine. In fact; Ainz himself felt proud upon imparting his personal expertise to one of his subordinates, as it was one of the things he truly had mastery of; being a Salary man himself.

Roble Holy Kingdom.

Nearly two weeks since the Southern Holy Kingdom's army marched northwards, they haven't found any inhabited towns or villages. Though the houses and some items were left in the abandoned houses, they found nothing that can be of real use, no food, drinking water, medicine, live stocks, none whatsoever. The soldiers' reports eventually reached Duke Derwenze, which made him cautious as to why the villages were abandoned just like that.

Seeing as they could not do anything about it, they simply moved on thus, disregarding the matter entirely as far as the soldiers are concern. In order to ensure that their troops would be fed regularly; the Worker teams, scouts and those that were skilled in tracking, foraging and hunting were given the task of hunting and gathering any decent edibles that they could find locally.

As for the former Re-Estize Kingdom nobles, they lent their own private armies and their financial support to Duke Derwenze's war efforts; in the hopes of getting back at those that supported the Sorcerer King and eventually regain their former riches and glory. These nobles were only able to take on such a gamble because of the rumors that spread from the Baharuth Empire's merchants; that the Sorcerer King could only use that terrible magic spell once in every ten years or so. To them, seeing as they still have some few years left before the horrors from the Katze Plains massacre would be unleashed on them; it would be best to try and attack the Sorcerer King when he cannot access such arsenal. At least, to their knowledge, that's how magic casters work. (Don't ask me why)

After several days of travelling since crossing the actual border, Duke Derwenze ordered his troops to stop and set up camp while the engineers will work on making additional siege towers. Knowing that the City of Albrun is also a walled City, Duke Derwenze will need every advantage he could get. He realized that Albrun's leaders might not join his side without a show of force. The Duke's plan was to initially incorporate the local peasants into his own forces through whatever means necessary, so that whatever forces the northern capital might have; they would be reluctant or at least be less effective against his own soldiers as they would be fighting they fellow northerners as well.

But, if the locals would resist him, then he won't hesitate to imprison them and use them as a slave labor force or simply kill them if needed.

Still, the cunning Duke felt something wasn't right. He knew Caspond wasn't a fool, as he is the son of the last Holy King. But he doubted whether Caspond was ever gifted with war tactics; as he was mostly adept with social rules and the usual noble businesses.

After reaching a few small villages, the nobles had their soldiers and their servants set up camp for the night. Lian Crosette Blumrush; the widow the late Marquise Blumrush, decided to a meeting with Duke Derwenze.

"Yes, what can I do for you Lady Blumrush?" Duke Derwenze asked as the widow entered his private tent.

"First, let me apologize if I've disturbed anything important. (The Duke nodded for her to continue) I wish to speak with you about your plans on how to defeat the Sorcerer King. After all, he is no mere magic caster that also happens to be an undead. For all we know; he might have something equally terrifying magic spell that he keeps as some sort of secret weapon, right?" The widow asked.

"There's no need for you to worry about that undead, my dear lady. As far as I'm concerned; he's as good as dead. Well; not dead really since he's an undead, but you know what I mean. Are you having some doubts now, about our crusade? We have the superior numbers and our troops' quality far surpasses whatever Caspond has up in the north." The Duke replied smugly.

"No, I have no doubts about our cause. I'm confident that we will win against those northerners. But, engaging in a direct battle against the Sorcerer King? Even the Re-Estize Kingdom's army of over two hundred thousand wasn't able to get a mile near him, and the survivors said that he even bested the Captain Warrior in a one-on-one duel. With all due respect, you do understand why I am very much concerned, right?" Lian Crosette Blumrush spoke with the authority befitting a noble woman.

"Of course, I can see where you're coming from. But, like I've already said; there's nothing for us to worry about. Let me give you the simpler version of our plans: first, we retake the Northern Holy Kingdom. Second, we retake the Re-Estize Kingdom. In that part, we'll only fight his living army and all those non-human garbage that he's collected in that trash nation of his. The undead will be handled by our other allies, think of them as our secret weapon. I'm sorry milady, but, I can't reveal anything about them. IT is part of our deal after all." The Duke replied with arrogant confidence.

"Very well, we will continue to put our faith in you and your comrades. May the gods protect all of us and have a good evening, your grace." The Blumrush family's head replied, then, went back to her tent to get her night's rest.

After making sure that he was alone inside his tent, Duke Derwenze made sure to seal his tent's entrance to ensure that he won't get any more interruptions. A voice softly called out to him, much to his surprise. The hidden stranger's call coincided with his heartbeat; that it made him feel a sudden spike of pain in his chest for a second.

As Duke Derwenze looked around to find the source of the voice that called out to him, the individual in question removed the hood that covered her face, thus; revealing her appearance to the owner of the tent. What stood before Duke Derwenze, was a young female elf that has her hair divided between black and white. This was the extra seat of the Black Scripture; Zesshi Zetsumei.

"I am here on behalf of his holiness, Cardinal Dominic. He sent you this message, make sure you read this very carefully. Afterwards, burn the letter." Zesshi instructed the Duke as she handed him Dominic's letter of detailed instructions. Right after the Duke took the letter, he checked, then broke the letter's seal. But, when he turned around to talk to the elf messenger, she was already gone as if she was never there.

As Duke Derwenze read the letter's contents, he couldn't help but allow smile to form from his lips. The instructions tell him to capture each significant City one by one, then, they focus their full forces on Hoburns; the nation's capital.

The letter also told him to expect more resistance when they begin the siege of Kalinsha, in which the former Cardinal himself and his own forces will be present to assist them; ensuring a total victory.

By morning, the southern noble's allied forces left the abandoned City of Albrun and marched towards the City of Loyts. After three days of travelling, the Duke as well as his fellow southern nobles; noticed the City to be empty just like the last one they were from. This was definitely most alarming.

As a precautionary measure, the Duke quickly wrote a report and instructed his personal butler to deliver the message to one of Dominic's liaisons waiting at a specified location that was mentioned in the letter from Dominic. None the less, they were already there and might as well explore the City to look for anyone that might have stayed or even left behind. By midnight, they still weren't able to locate a single person apart from their own.

That night, another letter from Dominic arrived and was waiting on top of the Duke's own bed. Upon reading said letter, he burned the letter and the envelope that it came in. By early morning, he and his fellow nobles held an emergency meeting.

"Everyone, ever since we've set foot on the first village upon getting past the northern borders; all we came upon were just empty villages, towns and cities. Is it just me, or does any of you think this is some kind of trap? Because if it is, then; we must take caution as we proceed while trying to get to Hoburns as soon as possible." Duke Derwenze began the meeting.

"May I speak my mind? I personally think that we are the ones in the most disadvantageous position, based from what I've been hearing so far." The one who spoke was a very fragile-looking old man, one that bears the face of having a long history of surviving and winning battles. This old man is one of the Holy Kingdom's "Nine Colours", better known to the masses as "Old Purple". He has the typical long beard, like that of a sage. His clothes are that of a medieval European general, and as he was of frail constitution; he saw no need to don his armor.

"Care to explain your reasons for coming up with such an opinion? All our ears are open to your thoughts, Sir Purple." Duke Derwenze asked the famous war veteran and tactician.

"The fact that there were very few animals in the forests that we've already traversed, might mean that they were already hunted in such large numbers, or that they fled for some reason we do not know. Combining that bit of information with the empty cities, towns and villages; I'm almost certain that King Caspond or perhaps one of his advisors might have set up some kind of trap. In all my years of fighting numerous battles, I've never encountered anything as bizarre as this.

If I could make a suggestion, I recommend that we send a respectable number of our soldiers to the nearest towns and villages. Let us stay here and wait for their report, only after gathering enough information will we make a carefully thought out move. Does everyone agree?" Old Purple asked.

"Very well, since we are all in agreement; we shall proceed with Old Purple's suggestion. I will leave the designation of our soldiers' groups to you then. If you need my assistance for anything, please let me know, General." The Duke replied, followed quickly by the nobles discussing which of their soldiers would go to which town or city.

After a week of waiting, the soldiers that were sent to scout on the nearby settlements returned to make their reports.

"WHAT?! Are you telling me; that everyone, and I mean fucking EVERYONE! From the nearby areas are all gone?! Dammit, just what in the world is going on here?!" Duke Derwenze shouted at one of his private army's lieutenants.

The reports from all of the other groups were practically the same. All of the cities, towns, and villages seemed to be a ghost town. None of the expected residents were found in any of those places. It's as if the residents of the Northern Holy Kingdom were suddenly erased from existence. The whole situation plunged the nobles' into a worried atmosphere, that their thoughts were easily readable from their faces.

"You wouldn't think that the people were all killed by the Sorcerer King, right?" One of the nobles thought out loud.

"I hope not. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. I mean, he is undead after all." Another one spoke.

"I do not know much about such creatures, but I suspect that King Caspond or his advisors might have set their focus on defences; since it would be much easier to do so when all you have to protect is one place. I strongly recommend that we deploy our siege towers, trebuchets, especially our giant crossbows. I fell that we may not be successful if we don't put everything we have on this crusade." Old Purple suggested.

"I understand your meaning. Also, our allies from the Slane Theocracy will be helping us, so we have nothing to worry about. Our victory is guaranteed, just have faith everyone. These meager plots, that Caspond or whoever might have came up with it; is nothing against our might. Even more so, is that Cardinal Dominic said that if it becomes necessary; they will deploy the Theocracy's strongest weapon." Duke Derwenze said so, in order to keep his groups' morale.

"Oh?"

"That's great!"

"Gods bless his holiness."

Such, were the reactions of the nobles.

"Excuse me for asking. But, did Cardinal Dominic mention anything specific when they said they'd be helping us?" Old Purple asked.

"Nothing that I could recall. Why do you ask? Is there any reason to why you've asked about it?" Duke Derwenze replied as he asked his own question.

"I do. But, I'd keep it to myself for now, if that's alright? I believe we should set our sights towards the City of Kalinsha, it being the City next largest from Hoburns. Coincidentally; its size is quite large enough, that it might just be able to sustain all of the residents from the previous places we've already passed by. And if they're not in Kalinsha, then surely they must be in Hoburns.

Though, if they are in Kalinsha, we could forget about an easy take over. That place is the Capital, after all. Naturally, it would and should be the most fortified location. It's most likely the first place that they've tried to rebuild." Old Purple replied with a relaxed tone.

"It's alright, sir. I trust your judgement. And seeing as your cunning mind and your long years of experience got you to where you are now, I will leave our battle tactics to you from here on out." Derwenze replied.

As the meeting progressed, the southern nobles discussed and tried to make their invasion plans more fluid. Such tactics were mainly provided by the oldest among them; their best tactician the Old Purple. Now knowing that that the nearest civilized areas are practically empty, Old Purple had the soldiers move towards the City of Kalinsha after all of their preparations were completed.

After a week of rigorous labors, the necessary equipments were finally assembled. The trebuchets, siege towers, giant scorpions, ladders' completion was essential to fulfil their aims of conquests. Within his mind, Duke Derwenze could already see their success and him being handed a newly forged crown. One of his own design, he wanted a totally new crown to represent his status as the ultimate king within the continent.

"All right, I believe everyone's roles and new duties are clear. Let's give the soldiers and ourselves about an hour to eat and rest before we head for… Ugh!"

Then, as if his thoughts were read by the gods themselves; a single arrow plunged down into their tent. It went right through the roof and straight onto the table's edge, missing Duke Derwenze's hand by about an inch. The arrow's trajectory and where its head landed, made its fall look like it was aimed at Duke Derwenze himself. And since it happened so unexpectedly, those who noticed it began to panic immediately.

"What just happened?"

"Alert the soldiers! We're Under Attack!"

Derwenze's personal butler grabbed a shield from the nearest guard, held over his head as he tried to pull his master away from the table and into a more secured part of the tent. Meanwhile, some of the other nobles let their fears take them over; resulting into their panicked state as they act like the cowardly blubbers that they are.

Not surprising, it was only Old Purple that remained calm as he tried to restore order within the tent. A few minutes later, with the nearby guards outside the tent and the other soldiers reports that there were no signs of any attack, nor was there any breach within their security's perimeters; they started to calm down and their breathing went back to normal.

"Milord, our sentries and scouts haven't reported anyone or anything that reached our camp's territory. We've already started a sweep search for any suspicious individuals, but haven't found anything yet." One of the high ranking soldiers reported after a few minutes.

"Excuse me sir, but I think the arrow on the table might have a message for you." Derwenze's butler whispered to the Duke.

The Duke, after regaining his composure, turned his attention to the arrow that just appeared. He noticed that something was indeed tied to the tail-end of the arrow. Old Purple ordered one his personal guards to untie the string and then, he read its contents.

"To King Derwenze and his band of merry men,

I pray this letter finds you in good health, as mine have significantly improved when compared to how it was during my imprisonment.

For the sake of the old friendship we once have, I implore you to stop this armed conflict before yours and your soldier's lives are squandered needlessly.

This letter also serves as my formal recognition of the once nobles from Southern Roble Holy Kingdom in their declaration of independence, I hope your lives be prosperous, I truly do.

However, if you continue this path you're on; I won't have any choice but to answer this offense with your total destruction. Keep in mind; you are now stepping on the lands that belong to the Supreme Being Ainz Ooal Gown.

You have one week to leave the Northern Roble Holy Kingdom's territories, after that, we will destroy all of you.

King Caspond Bessarez."

The guard finished reading the letters contents, then, handed the letter to Duke Derwenze afterwards. The Duke immediately snatched the small piece of paper, and read with eyes of fury. As he read the words, his nostrils kept on fuming; like that of an angered bull in a bull fighting arena.

"How?! How dare he mock me with this piece of rubbish?!" Duke Derwenze shouted as his hatred for Caspond just grew more. Afterwards, he tore the parchment with childish fiery rage.

"I think it's safe for everyone to go back to their own tents. This was nothing more than a simply a messenger delivering a message, nothing to worry about. Take your rests, then , we'll move out after an hour. Everyone is dismissed." Old Purple said as he took the initiative and let the Duke and him have some room to speak privately.

"Will you calm down now? They've already left. It's just you and me here now… Caspond had certainly grown beyond my expectations. If only he didn't sold his soul to some undead, I might still be supporting him, you know." Old purple said to the young Duke in an advising, grandfatherly kind of tone.

"I know that, old man, I know." Duke Derwenze replied after calming down.

"If he'd only worked on it just a bit more, then Calca would still be alive today." Derwenze continued.

"Looking back now, I can't argue with that. But, then again, no one knew she would die like that. Of all the ways a queen could have died, it had to be at the hands of some demon. Tsch! With Caspond declaring the Roble Holy Kingdom to be a vassal state under some undead magic caster, he'll be throwing away his family's legacy. I can't let my old friend's legacy be ruined by his weak leader of a son." Old Purple spoke with audible disappointment with Caspond.

Eventually, the southern nobles and their forces moved towards the famed City of Kalinsha. Even two kilometers from the walls of the restored City, the southern nobles' forces' march was stopped. This was due to numerous holes and varying sized trenches that were carefully covered, resulting in many of the soldiers and servants to fall into the holes; causing many injuries and sometimes even deaths. Old Purple ordered the soldiers to look for a safe path, especially meant for their huge constructs to go through.

If they were to take over Kalinsha, they would definitely need the siege towers and the trebuchets. However, they still have their ace in the form of Cardinal Dominic's forces. Since Duke Derwenze already sent a couple of missives to the cardinal, and they've already replied; they should be arriving in their camp no later than tonight. Though the most of the nobles were mainly waiting for the cardinal's assistance, Old Purple kept himself busy by trying to figure out a way to get their forces closer to the walled city.

By evening, a large group of white robed and hooded men approached the southern nobles' camp. Then, they introduced themselves as Cardinal Dominic's servants. The one that spoke identified himself as Quaiesse Hazia Quintia, unknown to them; he was the former fifth seat of the Black Scripture and elder brother of Clementine. He showed them a letter bearing the Cardinal's sigil; ensuring them of the authenticity of their group as well as their identity. Accompanying him were a few others clearly armed and armored, meaning they are well trained former soldiers from the Slane Theocracy.

Other than Quaiesse, two other individuals wore the same kind of clothes as him. One of them can be heard clearly having chains underneath his robes (9th seat Beaumarchais a.k.a. "Divine Chains"), the other wearing a strange kind of mask (12th seat a.k.a. "Heaven and Earth).

"Alright, Duke Derwenze has verified that you are the ones they are waiting for. You may enter our camp now. These soldiers will be guiding you gentlemen into the Duke's tent while the others prepare your quarters, have a good evening milord." One of the perimeter guards said to the leader of the incoming group.

"Thank you. Alright everyone, the three of us will meet with the Duke while the rest of you can follow their guide to set up our own camp." Quaiesse instructed his comrades after thanking the soldier.

"I really think we should make our own counter measures. If by any chance, the Sorcerer Kingdom has dispatched Team Darkness, we could really lose more than just our pride here." Beaumarchais whispered out to Quaiesse as they walked towards the Duke's tent.

"I agree with Beaumarchais. If the tenth seat's match against Momon taught us anything, it's that they're the real deal. Granted, that all of the matches during that event was practically fair; as no one was allowed to wear or use anything that can enhance them in any way. Still, we should be at our most alert and caution in this stage of the plan." The twelvth seat chimed in a quiet tone.

"Of course, Cardinal Yvon already thought about that possibility. Though, Cardinal Ginedine says that the possibility of the Sorcerer King sending Momon to the here would be very little. Well, who knows? We'll just have to face him and defeat him with the gift of the gods if it comes to that." Quaiesse replied with a bit of a snicker showing his contempt towards the hero of E-Rantel.

Upon entering the Duke's tent, the young Duke welcomed the three former Black Scripture members with an abundant feast prepared on the table before them. With the Duke is Old Purple, who would be their main tactician throughout this entire campaign.

Inside, they discussed many aspects of their conquest plans, as well as coming up with contingencies in case of unforeseen events. Though the three former scripture members were not truly convinced that Old Purple's plans have accounted for the possibility of the Sorcerer King or any of his followers interfering; this was due to the Southern Holy Kingdom's belief that Jaldabaoth was nothing more than an exaggerated story made to make excuses for the Paladin Order's failure to save the people especially Queen Calca herself. Still, they thought is best to keep quiet about the matter as nothing good will come out with arguing with your allies.

After all, the three Ex Cardinals only sees the Southern forces as nothing more than cannon fodder to flush out the Sorcerer King and his followers. As Dominic and the rest of his forces kept themselves hidden in their own camouflaged camp, not too far from Duke Derwenze's army.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both the South and Northern forces; a large group of Helicopters are heading for the Holy Kingdom. Leading these flying machines was none other than the bloody emperor himself; Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix. Wearing his custom pilot's suit made the most durable and comfortable materials that already cost it the same as a noble's mansion, adding the magical enchantments on it just made near the amount enough to buy a small town's equivalent of land.

Jircniv's pilot training came into fruition, as he could competently manoeuvre his own (customized) helicopter (Of course, with lots and lots of magic enchantments imbued to it) like he was a natural. His co-pilot was Nimble Arc Dale Anoch. Followed by the numerous graduates of one of the restructured military schools co-headed by Demiurge during his spare time, these pilots are comprised by Imperial Knight volunteers, Magic Casters, but mostly of the Aero-Space Research Division's top members.

They even played a war themed music through the unit's speaker system.

["Ride of the Valkyries" by Wagner. From the Apocalypse now OST]