This is cross-posted at the request of a few readers. The original is posted on AO3: /works/30692027/chapters/75734576.
It was fun.
Really, truly fun.
The times Momonga had shared with his comrades in Yggdrasil were his most cherished memories. The hours they'd grinded for levels, quests, and items – every minute was irreplaceable. Part of him wondered if those feelings were one-sided; after all, every one of his guild mates had moved on with their lives, leaving him the sole remaining guild member, and the current guild master. He mentally shook himself; these thoughts would intrude every so often, and they were becoming more and more frequent now that Yggdrasil was to be shut down.
He knew better. Many of his guild mates had sacrificed much, even incurring real world consequences for how much they had devoted to Ainz Ooal Gown. One of the top guilds in Yggdrasil, and rulers of the Great Tomb of Nazarick – a dungeon which no player nor guild had ever managed to clear. Ainz Ooal Gown…his shining everything. But with Yggdrasil's servers slated to be shut down tonight at midnight, he supposed that he too would finally be following in the others' footsteps, leaving this world behind for good.
Momonga sat at the round table on the 9th floor of Nazarick across from one of his friends, Herohero-san, an amorphous slime.
"Hey, there. It's been a really long time, Momonga-san," Herohero said.
"I wasn't sure you'd come, Herohero-san," Momonga responded. "It's been about two years, hasn't it?"
"It's been that long?" Herohero asked. "Man, this is bad. I've been doing so much overtime lately that my concept of time is messed up…"
"That's pretty rough," Momonga said with concern.
"My body is completely worn out," Herohero said. "Ah, sorry. I didn't come here just to complain…"
"Don't worry about it at all, Herohero-san," Momonga replied, shaking his head.
"I should probably log out. I really need to get some sleep," Herohero continued. "But still, I'm really surprised that the Great Tomb of Nazarick is still here. You must have been working hard as its new guild master."
"Well, Nazarick was a base that we created together," Momonga said.
"Momonga-san, you've done excellent work taking care of Nazarick," Herohero praised. "I hope we meet again somewhere."
And with that, he logged out, leaving Momonga alone. Today is the last day Yggdrasil's servers will be online! Why not stay until the end? Momonga thought, wishing he could have had the courage to say such a request out loud. Having company until the end would have been nice. But, no - he was happy that Herohero-san had even come. As he sat alone at the round table, Herohero-san's words echoed in his mind. I hope we meet again somewhere. Just where and when would that be, he wondered.
Again, the thoughts of being abandoned by his guild mates flooded his mind. And again, he pushed them back. His eyes drifted to the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown floating nearby, further driving the thoughts from his mind. The amount of trouble they went through to create this superb item…many of the guild members used their vacation time from work to grind for it, some fought with their wives to make the time for it.
Claiming the staff from its place, he left the room. As he exited, he encountered Sebas, the demon butler, and the combat maids of Pleiades. Sebas appeared as an older gentleman with a finely-trimmed silvery beard in an intricate suit. Beneath the suit was a body rippling with muscle. Each of the Pleiades was a beauty in their own right, dressed in their elegant maid outfits. When he drew near, they bowed deeply. They were tasked with guarding the throne room, but no player had ever made it this far into Nazarick.
"Follow," he commanded them.
Dutifully and wordlessly, they fell in line behind him. My guild mates would forgive me for moving them around one last time, right? He thought as he moved towards the entrance to the throne room. On its surface was depicted an angel and a demon in a fierce battle. The doors swung open before him and he slowly strode up to the dais, passing the flags representing each of his guild members.
Upon the raised dais, next to the throne, stood a breath-takingly beautiful woman. Clad in a white dress, with hair as dark as midnight, and black angel wings protruding from her lower back, she stood tall and proud with her hands clasped by her waist. Her long, flowing hair reached down to just below her butt, and white horns curled their way through her hair near the back of her head. The black hair and wings stood in stark contrast with her smooth, pale skin. Her immaculate figure could barely be contained by her dress; her large bosom and round hips stretched the material to its limits.
Momonga ascended the steps, and her yellow eyes were upon him, a small smile playing at her lips. "Stand by," he ordered, and Sebas and the Pleiades stood off to the side.
He took his seat upon the throne. What were her settings again? Momonga wondered as he looked over Albedo once more, his eyes raking over her luscious curves and lustrous, midnight-black hair. She was the highest ranking NPC (non-player character) in the Tomb of Nazarick and was dubbed the "overseer of the guardians." He opened her NPC settings page and was shocked to see a mountain of text. That's right, he remembered. Tabula-san was the one who created her.
He was deterred from that line of thought as he read the last line of Albedo's settings. "On the outside, she is a perfect beauty. But on the inside, she's a bitch."
What? A bitch? That's right… Tabula-san always did like the contradiction between looks and character. But that's too cruel. Normally you would need a tool to edit an NPC's settings, but with the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown at his side, he could dispense with such trivialities. He hefted the staff and accessed her settings with administrator privileges.
He deleted the last line defining her as a bitch. But how to change her? His immediate thought seemed too childish. To make her in love with him. He laughed inwardly at the thought, but part of him felt guilty adjusting her settings. He almost closed the window, but once more, the thoughts of being abandoned by his guild mates assaulted him. The crushing, suffocating loneliness they left him in. He was the guild master now. He could edit their settings as he pleased. Urged on by that thought, he made the following alterations:
Albedo is madly in love with Momonga.
Ahhh! So embarrassing! I'm so stupid! he thought, a slight blush starting to color his cheeks. Banishing the thought, he saved the alteration and swiped the window away, closing it. "Bow down," he commanded. The NPCs immediately kneeled before him, placing their right hands over their hearts. He cast one last, lonely gaze around the throne room. His gaze lingered over the flags bearing the crests of his former guild mates, remembering each of their names. As he reached the final one, he sighed and sat back in the throne.
Yes. It really was fun.
Glancing at the server clock, he noted that it was a mere ten seconds from midnight. And he recalled that he needed to be awake at 4:30 AM tomorrow for work. He should sleep as soon as the server shuts down or it would end up affecting his work…
He closed his eyes and waited for the forced logout. But…it didn't come. He opened his eyes again, and he was still within the throne room of Nazarick. Did they push back the server shutdown? He questioned inwardly. But as he cast his gaze around, he realized that the HUD of Yggdrasil was no longer visible. He tapped the air in front of him, attempting to open his player console window. The chat function was also gone, which meant the GM call function was out, too. He stood abruptly, starting to panic a little. He was startled out of his thoughts by a beautiful voice.
"What's wrong, Momonga-sama?"
He looked around, slightly bewildered, and noticed that Albedo was now looking at him with a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Momonga-sama?" She repeated.
"Momonga-sama? Momonga-sama!" she called, the urgency in her voice increasing with every utterance of his name. "Is everything alright?"
She stood and approached him, looking into his eyes with desperation. "Is there a problem?"
She clasped her hands in front of her chest, causing her breasts to squish together in an unintentionally erotic display. The pangs of lust assailed him, but he tried to steady himself. He dragged his eyes away from her breasts and forced himself to look into her eyes.
"The GM call function isn't working," he managed to say. And with much more stability than he expected to muster.
Albedo stepped back, bowing her head slightly as she sighed. "Forgive me," she pled. "An ignorant one such as myself has no answer to this 'GM call' you speak of."
As he listened to her speak, he noted that her mouth was moving…That was not something that was programmed into Yggdrasil…
"If you allow me to correct this grave mistake, I will be forever grateful!" she continued, oblivious to his internal struggle.
Talking with an NPC? What is happening? Is this some kind of error?
He sat back down on the throne, resting his chin upon his hand as he pondered. Thinking quickly, he released the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. It drifted a short distance away and floated in place. It functioned as it would have in the game, but Momonga couldn't access his console. He couldn't contact the administrators either. Trying desperately to figure out what he should do, he decided further rumination and speculation would be meaningless.
"Sebas," he intoned.
"Yes, my lord?" the demon butler responded.
He hesitated briefly, wondering if he should give them orders. But, pushing past that hesitation, he continued. "Sebas. Step out of the tomb and confirm the surroundings of Nazarick."
"As you command, my lord," Sebas swiftly answered, standing and bowing slightly.
"Pleiades – head to the 9th floor and guard it from possible intruders," Momonga continued.
The head maid, Yuri Alpha, responded immediately. "As you wish, Momonga-sama." She turned and exited the throne room, the other maids following her wordlessly.
The NPCs were recognizing orders that weren't specified as commands… Just what in the world was going on? Layer upon layer was added to this mystery. He looked up and noticed Albedo watching him with a smile. He once more briefly considered alternative options for contacting the administrators. If the GM call function wasn't operational, maybe the [message] skill would work? He doubted it. It was a magic skill intended to contact other players. It probably couldn't reach a GM. Could he even use magic without the HUD?
"So, Momonga-sama," Albedo said, interrupting his thoughts. "What shall I do?"
"Hmm. Come here for a moment," he responded.
"Of course!" she answered. She excitedly stepped over to him with an adorable smile on her face.
Whoa! She smells so good… Momonga thought. Wait, smell?! As far as Momonga was aware, there was no such functionality programmed into Yggdrasil. She was mere inches from his face, and he could barely contain his blushing.
"Albedo. I'm going to touch you." He said.
"As you wish, Momonga-sama," came her instant reply.
He reached out and gripped her wrist, feeling for a pulse. To his surprise, she had one. As he looked her over, he could see that she was blushing and had a huge smile on her face. She was trembling slightly. None of this made sense. She's an NPC that only runs on an AI program…What was with these realistic reactions? She seemed alive. There was one last test to be absolutely sure.
"Albedo! Can I…touch your chest?" Momonga managed to stammer out. This is necessary! He told himself. That's right! Ask naturally. "You don't m-…mind, do you?" As if he could have managed that with as close as she was to him. Her beauty was distracting. Her scent intoxicating.
"Of course!" she said ecstatically. "Please, touch me as much as you wish!"
With absolutely zero hesitation, she stood up further, presenting Momonga with her considerable bust. He almost gasped, but managed to stop himself. With a trembling hand, he slowly reached out and grasped one of her breasts. Within the second that he grasped her, she arched her back and moaned slightly. The fact that he was able to perform an 18+ action like this meant that this couldn't be a new Yggdrasil game, and the chance of it being an alternate DMMO-RPG was also low. As Momonga's train of thought continued, he was vaguely aware of Albedo's moans increasing in volume and intensity.
There is the possibility that he was transported to some new reality, but…could such a thing even be possible? Conversing with the NPCs, their natural expressions, their scent… These were all things that could never be programmed within a game. Until now, perhaps. Looking up, he realized that Albedo was tossing her head back, moaning and trembling, blushing intensely with a blissful smile on her face. What's more, during that entire train of thought…he had continued to grope her! His hand was still on her breast! He released her.
"Albedo. I apologize." He said.
"You're going to take me for the first time here and now, right?" she asked, still blushing and with a slight sheen of sweat on her exposed shoulders.
Huh?!
"What shall I do about my clothes?" she inquired further, ignoring the shock plain on his face. "Should I remove them? Or would you like to remove them, Momonga-sama?"
"S-stop! Now is not the time…"
"But Momonga-sama…Taking care of you is our duty!" Albedo insisted. "I can see how badly you need this!"
Looking down, Momonga could also see that he was pitching a major tent in his robes, and Albedo's eyes were practically glued to it. That definitely was not something programmed into Yggdrasil. He was about to tell her that this wasn't right when he felt her hand grasp his cock through his robe. The instant her hand came into contact with his throbbing erection, he felt supreme bliss. If Momonga recalled correctly, she was a succubus…Was this an ability of hers?
"Momonga-sama…" she whispered, gently starting to stroke his cock as she got closer, pressing her breasts against him. "I'll do anything…Anything you want. We are your humble servants. We exist for you…Just tell me what to do, and whatever you desire shall be yours."
This triple-pronged assault was too much. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her words, laced with servitude, submission, and devotion. But most of all, her delicate hand was still gracefully stroking his ever-hardening rod. His will to resist and, truly, any thoughts other than his desire, his need for Albedo, were leaving his mind with each stroke.
"K-kneel," Momonga gasped out.
"At once, Momonga-sama." She immediately knelt before him, never ceasing her stimulation of his erection even for a second. She sat on her knees, stroking him with an expectant look on her face. "I believe I have read of this. You wish me to perform 'fellatio,' correct?"
"That is correct." He affirmed.
"I humbly beg for your forgiveness, Momonga-sama…" she said with trepidation, still stroking his cock, which was so hard he was concerned it would punch through his robes at any moment. "I have never performed such a service, so I am lacking in experience…But I'll learn! Please, let me pleasure you with my mouth! Just grab my horns and make me do it correctly," she said, trampling over his attempts to assuage her fears. "Use me as roughly as you like! I won't complain. I'll study your every reaction and learn how to pleasure you in ways you could never receive from any other woman!"
"A-albedo…It is fine," Momonga assured her. "As long as it's you who is doing it…I will be happy."
She looked up at him, her mouth parted into a small 'o.' Suddenly, her stroking sped up. "Oh, Momonga-sama…" Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Never have I been so blessed as I am today! Your generosity and your understanding are unmatched!"
She began pushing up his robe, exposing his briefs, which were unable to contain his member as it protruded slightly from the waistband. With barely any hesitation, she pulled them down, exposing his cock in all of its glory. She gasped, pressing it against her face, and she inhaled deeply.
"Momonga-sama's scent…" she moaned. "So strong…and manly…and huge…"
"Albedo…are you ready?" Momonga asked.
"Yes! I am always ready at any time, Momonga-sama!" she exclaimed. "It doesn't matter where, or when, or even if the other guardians are around! If you have need of me, just say the word! No, you don't even have to say anything! Just take me! It doesn't matter what I am doing. Nothing supersedes your need for me, my lord!"
Momonga gripped her horns and slowly pulled her downwards. Her soft, wet lips parted around his head and remained glued to his shaft as he pushed her down. He slowly, gradually pushed her further and further until his entire cock was buried in her mouth. To his surprise, she did not protest at any point, nor show any signs of a struggle. He held her at his base, and she looked up at him, blinking placidly as she blushed.
"Albedo…" he moaned.
"Yff, Mmgn-thmn?" came her reply.
He couldn't be sure, but based on the cadence, he assumed she said, 'Yes, Momonga-sama?', and so he continued. "U-use your tongue. Rub it against every inch that you can reach. The tip is sensitive, and just beneath the tip, on the underside, it feels very good there, too…"
He hadn't even finished his sentence before her tongue became a whirlwind around his cock. She continued looking up at him, with the same blissful, blushing expression as her tongue rapidly swirled around his cock, occasionally teasing the head with the tip of her tongue, and making sure to target the spot just beneath the base of the head. Momonga moaned, unable to restrain himself.
"Mm…" she moaned back, observing his reactions. Noticing that he was enjoying her work, she immediately redoubled her efforts.
If he let her continue, she would probably work him to ejaculation with just her tongue in mere minutes. "I'm going to start moving you now, Albedo…Pay attention to the movements. You'll need to learn them."
Instead of responding, a determined expression settled on her face. She did not cease her tongue work even for a moment. Taking that as an acknowledgement, he tightened his grip on her horns and started to slide her lips up and down his cock, stopping only when her lips reached the tip, and pushing back down until her lips touched his balls. Again, to Momonga's surprise, she did not resist. Nor did she show any signs of gagging or struggle. She kept her lips glued to his shaft, and even her tongue did not cease moving.
As she neared his tip, her tongue rapidly swirled around it, and as he pushed her back down, she wriggled her tongue side to side against the underside of his cock. "A-albedo…! I can't…Keep going. On your own!" Momonga gasped.
Without pause, she continued moving her lips up and down, sucking Momonga's cock with vigor. Even faster than Momonga had been making her. It didn't seem possible that this was her first time, but the NPCs should be unable to lie to him. He arched his back against the backside of his throne, panting out gasps and moans. When she said she would learn, she seriously meant it. Within minutes, she had seemingly deduced all of his pleasure centers, all without ceasing her stimulation of his cock.
He couldn't hold it back anymore. Her assault was too intense. She was too skillful. "Albedo! I'm going to…cum! Don't stop! This feels…incredible…!"
Her eyes were blissful, and she continued the intense pace with which she sucked his cock, repeatedly shoving it down her throat with reckless abandon. Just as Momonga was about to cum, a purple seal formed behind Albedo's head. He didn't have time to question it, however, as she quickly pushed him over the edge. He moaned as he orgasmed, his seed flooding her mouth. Despite the torrent exploding in her mouth, her motions did not cease.
Momonga arched his back and gripped the arm rests of his throne as she continued sucking. She diligently and rapidly moved her mouth up and down his cock, from tip to base, just as he had instructed her, and her tongue was still sliding back and forth against the underside of his member, made slick with the mixture of his cum and her saliva. He was just about to tell her she could stop when the seal behind her head glowed brighter, and his pleasure doubled. His seed continued to spew out of the tip of his cock like some kind of fire hose. And even still, Albedo didn't cease her motions.
For nearly three whole minutes she continued sucking from tip to base, and the exorbitant amount of seed erupting from him started to spill out the side of her lips. It dripped all over the floor before the throne, her dress, her breasts, and Momonga's robes. But this didn't deter her in the slightest. She continued with a single-minded intensity that bordered on ferocious.
When at last the pleasure subsided, Momonga collapsed back into his throne, utterly spent. He was panting and gasping. Albedo still sat on her knees, and as she pulled off of his cock, her mouth remained open with her tongue lolling slightly outside of it, and her eyes were slightly rolled back.
"Albedo…What was that? How…how did you make that last so long?" he asked.
"It was…the succubus skill, [devotion], Momonga-sama…" she said, a dreamy expression now taking over. "It allows me to continuously summon my target's semen until they possess no more. You have been completely drained, Momonga-sama…"
"Wow…" he breathed. "That was…intense. Incredible. I've never experienced anything like it."
"I am so happy that I was able to please you so, Momonga-sama," she said. "Also, [devotion] was not the only skill I used. I also used [submission], which…well, this skill has two effects. One, by ingesting the semen of the target of [devotion], I become bound to them. And two…" she started to giggle excitedly. "I will experience every ounce of pleasure I just gave you, two-fold…"
"Bound to me? What do you mean?" Momonga inquired.
"It means that I am yours, completely, Momonga-sama. And only yours. If any other being attempts to violate me sexually without your permission, or if I consider betraying you in any way, I will die. Of course, I was already yours to begin with," she added, looking at him seriously. "But this simply makes it official."
"Die?! Albedo!" Momonga exclaimed. He would have stood, but his legs didn't seem to respond to him at the moment. "How could you use such reckless magic?!"
"Momonga-sama…I would rather die than have anyone other than you touch me. Or have me," she said, still directly meeting his gaze. "I wish to belong to you fully. I have finally been able to act on these feelings I have for you, my Master…"
Before Momonga could reply, the purple seal behind Albedo now moved above her head and enlarged to encompass her entire body. "Momonga-sama, please, may I sit on your lap and be held by you while I experience the pleasure I was able to bring you?" she hurriedly asked.
"You may." He answered.
She dashed over to him and curled up against him as the purple seal descended over her. As it passed over her body, she nearly screamed in pleasure. "Oh! Momonga-sama!"
Momonga wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she thrashed in his grip. "Momonga-sama! I'm so glad! So glad that I was able to make you feel this good!" she screamed. "Please, let me serve you like this every day! I'll do anything! I exist for you! To be used by you! All I want is to make you feel good, and serve you in every way that I can! Please!" Her desperate moans increased in intensity with every word.
Suddenly, her back arched and she moaned even louder. "Ah! I came…I came from sucking my Master's massive cock!" She spasmed again, orgasming once more. "Mm, again…Momonga-sama, no, Master! I'll always use this skill when pleasuring you, so don't worry about my pleasure! Use me however you wish!"
After another minute or so, her thrashing ceased. But she still remained ensconced in Momonga's lap, holding onto him desperately. "Momonga-sama…that was the best. I am truly blessed to have such a kind and loving Master."
Momonga nodded. "I am glad you are satisfied."
Albedo gasped, turning to look up at him. "Are you dissatisfied, Momonga-sama? Have I displeased you in some way? I know that failing to assist you is unforgivable, but please, allow me to rectify this mistake!"
"No, Albedo," Momonga said. "You were perfect. Beyond my wildest imagination."
"Ahhh," Albedo moaned, blushing further, tears starting to form in her eyes. "To receive such praise from you, my Master and the greatest of the 41 supreme beings…I am unworthy…"
"You are more than worthy," Momonga gently corrected her. "You did well. However, this mess is unsightly. Call one of the maids and have them clean this mess immediately."
"No need, Momonga-sama," Albedo said. "Allow me."
She raised her hand, and likely via some kind of skill, all of the semen covering the floor, Momonga's legs and robes, Albedo's dress, and her body floated into the air and coalesced into two separate orbs. One orb comprised of his seed, and one comprised of hers. She flicked one finger forward, and Momonga's seed drifted closer to her, slowly siphoning itself into her mouth, which she blissfully swallowed.
"Momonga-sama, do you have a container of some kind?" she asked, looking up at him from her place on his lap.
"Yes, I believe I do." He opened his inventory and grabbed a large glass phial.
"Perfect," Albedo replied.
She unstoppered the phial, and, flicking her finger once more, her love juices flowed into the phial. Once it was full, she stoppered it once more and handed it to Momonga. What the hell?! He thought. What was he supposed to do with a phial of her…cum?
"Please, take this, Momonga-sama," she said. And, as if reading his thoughts, she continued. "It will certainly be useful to you. My love juices are an extremely potent aphrodisiac that works on nearly any manner of creature. It should prove useful to you should you wish to capture any women outside of Nazarick. Because I am bound to you, ingesting even a single drop will cause the creature to be utterly infatuated with you."
She seemed satisfied with that, but after a couple seconds of silence she immediately spoke up again. "Not to say that any other creature deserves your blessing, nor would I think that you would have the slightest trouble seducing any woman with your supreme form and power. I simply meant that I wished to support you in all ways!" She corrected herself in a hurried manner, looking towards Momonga to see if he was displeased or offended.
Uh…
"It is fine, Albedo. I forgive you completely." he managed. He opened his inventory again and placed the phial in storage. "I am not sure that I shall have need of it, but if the time comes, I shall be glad that I had it, I am sure.
"Moving forward," Momonga continued, "I have an order for you."
Albedo bowed her head slightly, demurely clasping her hands at her waist. "As always, I will do anything you wish."
"Except for the guardians of the fourth and eighth floors, gather everyone to the fighting arena on the sixth floor," Momonga said. "Have them gather there an hour from now."
Albedo bowed more deeply, presenting Momonga with an excellent view of her cleavage. Were he not utterly spent, he was sure the sight would have caused him to become hard again. "Understood," came her simple reply. And with that, she left Momonga sitting alone in the throne room.
Despite how good she had made him feel, and how happy she seemed, Momonga was still having second thoughts about what had just transpired. He felt as though he had defiled her somehow. That he had broken some kind of boundary that his friends had entrusted him with. He had warped those feelings into her, after all…who knows how she would actually feel about him if not for that?
Looking up, he held his hand out toward the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and it floated instantly into his grasp. He decided that more pressing matters needed his attention. He would sort through his guilt later. He used his ring to teleport to the sixth floor amphitheater. He wasn't sure if it would work, but it seemed the teleportation function had no issues. The items he had encountered thus far seemed to retain their original functionality.
Similarly, Albedo and the other denizens of Nazarick he had encountered thus far were loyal to him, true to their original settings. Would the other NPCs be loyal to him as well? As he brooded, he passed through a gate that had opened as he approached and was met with the sight of the arena. The night sky that surrounded the open-air arena was breath-taking. The glittering stars draped in a purple corona against the black back drop were dazzling.
He slowly strode into the center of the space, and recalled that the guardians of this floor were the twin dark elves made by Bukubuku Chagama-san. Just as he thought this, a figure leaped down from the viewing balcony across from him. It did multiple flips and spirals before hitting the ground many yards away. Sticking a perfect landing, the figure held up two Vs with its fingers and shouted, "Victory!" before dashing up to him.
"Aura," Momonga greeted her.
"Welcome, Momonga-sama!" Aura said, placing her hand over her heart as she bowed slightly, looking up at him with green and blue heterochromatic eyes. "Welcome to the floor which we guard!"
Aura was much shorter than him; she was barely past his elbow in height. She had short blonde hair and wore white pants, a red undershirt, with a white vest and brown gloves. Her skin was slightly tanned. Despite having the outward appearance of a child, she was much older than she looked. Even so, maturation-wise for her species, she was still barely beyond that of a child.
"I will intrude for awhile," Momonga said, looking down at her.
Aura smiled, looking up at him. "What are you saying? You are the Lord and Master of the Great Tomb of Nazarick! Its absolute ruler!" she said. "There is no one that would ever consider you to be intruding!"
"Mm," Momonga said, not committing to a full answer. "By the way," he began, looking around for Aura's twin.
Seeming to catch his drift, Aura turned, clenching her hands, and yelled, "Mare! You're being rude to Momonga-sama! Hurry up and get down here!"
"I- I can't, onee-chan…" came a timid response.
"Mare!" Aura insisted.
"F-fine!" Mare answered.
After a small shuffle, she jumped the edge and landed on the ground, nearly losing her balance. As she struggled to regain it, she also desperately tried to flatten out her skirt. She started to slowly run over towards Momonga and Aura.
"Hurry up!" Aura said with exasperation.
"S-sorry! I'm here!" Mare said, blushing.
She curtsied before Momonga, and he observed her. She was dressed similarly to her sister, with a few key differences. The skirt, for one. But also her under shirt was blue, she wore white gloves, and a small green shawl draped over her shoulders. She was several inches shorter than her sister, and also had short blonde hair and blue and green heterochromatic eyes, but the sides they were on were swapped. They both had slightly tanned skin and long ears that protruded through their hair.
"I- I'm sorry for making you wait, Momonga-sama!" she said timidly.
"It is fine," Momonga assured her. "I came today to have the two of you help me with something." As he said this, he gestured with the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
"U-um, i-is that the legendary item that only Momonga-sama can wield?" Mare asked with wonder.
"Indeed," Momonga answered. "This is the strongest guild weapon that we created together. The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. Each stone in the mouths of the seven crowning snakes is a god artifact," he explained. "On top of that, the power within the staff itself transcends god level. It is on par with any world item. Its automatic attack system is especially…" he stopped himself there. He was about to wax eloquent about its many features and abilities, but decided it best to cut his rant short. "Well, anyways. It is quite the impressive item."
"A-amazing!" Mare exclaimed.
"That's so amazing, Momonga-sama!" Aura echoed.
"But I would like to run some tests with it," he said.
"Of course!" Aura responded. "We will prepare immediately!"
"Also, Aura," Momonga continued, "I have called all of the guardians here. They will gather here within the hour."
"Ehh? Is Shalltear coming as well?" she asked.
Momonga nodded, but otherwise remained silent. She did not seem pleased with this, but voiced no further protests.
In Yggdrasil, you simply had to click the icon on your HUD to conjure magic. But now, with the HUD gone, that icon no longer existed. However, focusing within himself, Momonga could tell the attack range of his magic, its cool down rate, and how much MP he had.
"Summon! Primal Fire Elemental!" Momonga intoned, raising the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
The red gem on the staff glowed vibrantly, and a withering inferno swirled a short distance away from him. It gradually shaped itself into a massive horned beast with rippling muscles and a hardened exoskeleton. Instead of legs, it was supported by the swirling vortex of flames that Momonga had summoned.
"The primal fire elemental…its level is in the upper eighties," Momonga commented as he observed it. "Aura, would you like to try fighting it?"
"Huh?! C-can I?" she asked excitedly, already taking a few steps forward.
"U-um, I just remembered something I need to do…" Mare said, starting to slink away even as her sister stepped forward.
Aura immediately turned around and grabbed her shoulder. "Mare!" she chided.
"No!" Mare whined.
The dark elf twins trotted over to the fire elemental and took out their weapons. Aura held a whip while Mare held a staff. One of them clearly seemed more confident than the other…
"Primal Fire Elemental. Attack the twins!" Momonga commanded.
It instantly shot a jet of flame from its mouth, scorching the ground. Aura dodged to the side and ran in, intending to play the aggressor, while Mare retreated slightly to play support. Aura viciously swung her whip at the fire elemental and cleaved it in two, but it instantly healed itself as if the attack had never even happened. It began its counterattack, and were it not for Mare casting [magic shield], Aura may have been in for some damage.
As expected, this is a piece of cake for them. Momonga thought. It looks like magic skills wouldn't be a problem. However… He decided to try activating [message] to test what would happen. But, to his dismay, nothing happened. It seemed he couldn't use it to contact the GM or any of his former guild mates.
To his surprise, he heard a voice a moment later.
Yes. What is it, Momonga-sama? Came Sebas's voice.
The message skill somehow connected him to Sebas? He swallowed his shock and responded as naturally as he could.
Sebas? How do things look on the outside? Momonga asked.
Well, there is a slight problem… he said.
I see, Momonga responded. I have called all of the guardians to gather. Come to the amphitheater on the sixth floor and immediately report what you've seen.
Understood.
And with that, their contact was severed. Looking up, he noticed that Aura and Mare had defeated the fire elemental and were running over to him.
"You two did well," he praised.
"Thank you very much!" Aura responded with a big grin. "I haven't exercised this much in a while!"
"Yes. The two of you must be thirsty," Momonga noted.
He opened his inventory and withdrew a pitcher of water and two cups. He handed the cups to the twins and proceeded to fill them with water. After a brief look of surprise, they happily gulped down the water. He placed the pitcher back into his inventory.
"I thought you would be a scarier person, Momonga-sama," Aura said.
"Hm? Is that so?" Momonga asked. "I can be scarier if you'd like me to."
"How you are now is better!" Aura hurriedly said. "It's definitely the best!" Mare nodded along.
Momonga stepped up onto a raised platform to the side as a portal opened up nearby.
"Oh? Am I the first?" a female voice called.
A small, yet very beautiful girl stepped through the portal. She was very slender aside from her hips and bosom, and was deathly pale. She had red eyes, and long silvery purple hair tied back into a pony tail. She was dressed in a predominantly black dress with red frills and carried a matching parasol. With the short distance between them, she had visible fangs. This was Shalltear Bloodfallen. A true vampire.
As she saw him, she blushed and called, "My lord! The one beloved man I cannot rule above!" she dashed toward him and pressed herself up against him, gently cupping his face as she looked up at him lovingly.
She fawned over him for another minute or so before Aura spoke up. "Shalltear, why don't you give it a rest?"
"Oh, shorty. You were here?" Shalltear called, looking toward Aura with a derisive grin. "It must be difficult to have such a crazy older sister, Mare."
"Fake boobs," Aura muttered.
"What?!" Shalltear gasped, clutching at her chest.
"Looks like I was right," Aura said smugly. "That's why you went through the trouble of using a gate to get here. You were in a hurry, but since you overstuffed your breasts, they would shift if you ran."
"Shut your mouth!" Shalltear yelped. "You have nothing yourself!"
"I'm still only 76 years-old," Aura said, shaking her head, "but you're an undead. It must be tough having no more chance to grow. Why don't you just accept what you have now?"
"You bitch!" Shalltear raged, running over to where Aura stood to continue their squabble. "You should think carefully about what you say!"
How nostalgic, Momonga thought. Peroroncino-san, who created Shalltear, and Bukubuku Chagama-san, who created Aura and Mare, used to always fight like this.
As Momonga was reminiscing, a deep, feminine voice said "What a ruckus. You two are playing around too much in front of our Master."
Cocytus, guardian of the fifth floor. She was a pale girl with silver hair and matching ice-blue armor, with a large bust and four arms, holding a massive axe in one of them. Her personality and abilities were created with the word "warrior" in mind.
"This shorty slandered me!" Shalltear fumed, summoning fire in both her hands while Aura held her whip at the ready.
"I only told the truth!" Aura insisted.
Cocytus placed the tip of her axe against the floor and ice began to spread toward the two troublemakers. Sensing that he should intervene, Momonga spoke up. "That's enough!" he called, making sure to pour as much of his power into his words as possible. The air vibrated with power, and a dark aura emanated from him. "Shalltear. Aura. That is enough playing around."
The two girls ceased their fighting immediately. They bowed, saying in unison, "I apologize!"
"You came, Cocytus," Momonga said, looking towards the girl still approaching him.
"I shall always respond immediately to your summons, Momonga-sama," Cocytus said flatly.
"Yes. Good work," Momonga replied.
"Everyone, I apologize for making you wait," called another voice. Yet another girl stepped forward. She wore a red pin-striped business suit-jacket with a matching skirt, a white undershirt, and a red tie. She had long black hair tied into a pony tail, pale skin, and glasses. Despite being smaller than her fellow guardians other than Aura and Mare, she still had a fairly sizeable bust. This was Demiurge, guardian of the seventh floor, approaching with Albedo. She was a demon, designated as the NPC leader when Nazarick needed to take defensive actions.
Momonga didn't fully understand this new "world" yet, but this was further confirmation that the NPCs were loyal to him. Which meant he needed to act like a proper superior in front of them… Collecting information was also of paramount importance. In Yggdrasil, he was a max level player. How strong did that make him in this world? And if this even was another world, should he try to return to his old one? He had no friends or family. Just working and coming home to sleep every day – what worth was a life like that?
Momonga was shaken from his meandering thoughts by Albedo. She smiled at him, and he could see love and adoration in her eyes. "Now, everyone," she said, commanding the attention of all the present guardians. "To our supreme leader, the ritual of fidelity."
"The guardian of the first, second, and third floors, Shalltear Bloodfallen," the pale beauty from earlier said, "I bow before the supreme one." She knelt, placing her hand over her heart and bowing her head.
Cocytus stepped forward. "Guardian of the fifth floor, Cocytus," she said with her deep voice. "I bow before the supreme one." Just as Shalltear had done before her, she knelt, placed one of her hands over her heart, and bowed her head.
"The guardian of the sixth floor, Aura Bella Fiora," Aura said.
"A-also the guardian of the sixth floor, Mare Bella Fiora," Mare said.
Together, they knelt, placing a hand over their hearts. "We bow before the supreme one."
"The guardian of the seventh floor, Demiurge," she said, pushing up her glasses. "I bow before the supreme one." She knelt, placing a hand over her heart.
"The leader of the guardians, Albedo," the black-haired beauty said, still looking lovingly at Momonga. "I bow before the supreme one." She knelt, placing a hand over her heart. "Other than the guardian of the fourth floor, Gargantua, and the guardian of the eighth floor, Victim, All of the guardians have gathered to bow before you. Please, bestow your orders upon us, Supreme One. We offer our complete loyalty to you."