Elven Kingdom, Front Gate
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Two elven guards stood in front of a towering gate standing seven meters tall with the walls extending to ten, the guards wore light plate armour, leaving their joints exposed, to the side of the elves were watchtowers which had at least two archers on guard on each tower.
It was midday, the sun radiated into their eyes one of the guards shields the rays of the sun by setting his hand over his eyes, this clears his vision of the distance, he spots something vague, it was a carriage, a magnificent looking carriage waving a flag that was red with yellow as it's sigil colour. Surrounding it were humanoid looking beings wearing well-appointed plate armour and spears as weapons.
Albedo assigned the aetherborns as guards for Aura and Mare. Their lasering blue eyes sparkled out of their crusader like helmets as they elegantly marched with the carriage with an easy tempo like an elite unit, there were at least ten of them, each level ninety-five.
Their plate armour was pure black with dark blue in the edges of the armour, the helmet showed features of crusader details, but was also black, their spears were of average size and contained minor details concerning carvings and spikes on the bottom.
"Stop right there!" An elven archer shouts as he strains his bow. "Do not move!" He said in a loud threatening tone, these elves were educated and knew what the Sorcerous Kingdom was, but not to the extent that they would know the Sorcerous kingdom's flag.
It was unknown to them who they were stopping, but with the contemporary events, they could not afford anything and maintained aggression and hostility.
The Slane Theocracy has done this a few times, they would send carriages with flags originating from other nations which give the excuse of having a force surrounding the so-called 'Diplomat', they would attack the elven walls and grab the elven guards to sell them as slaves.
The Theocracy carriage attacks were done purely for economic reasons, to capture Elves, not for war, in fact, they used it as an excuse to raid every once in a while.
The elves were suspicious, but would still not attack immediately because of orders from higher up.
Right now every single guard on the walls was on high alert and ready to engage in combat if their commander willed it.
Suddenly and unexpectedly the carriage stops on its tracks, most likely from hearing the threat the elf shouted. They were surprised, two of the guards from the carriage march up with their spears pointing to the sky, signalling that they were not a threat. Still, the elves had their bows strained and their spears pointed.
An arrow shot from the watchtower hitting a few meters away from the guards that were approaching.
"That's enough! Take another step and we will engage!" One of the elven spearmen shouts, his eyes flame up with anger and determination as he steps forward.
From five meters away both of the aetherborns halt their approach.
"State your business!" An elven spearman shouted as he points his spear towards the two armoured men.
"The Sorcerous Kingdom sends its greetings to the elves of the Elven kingdom and wishes to converse with your king," The aetherborn guard calmly shouts as it pulls out an envelope containing the stamp with the sigil of the Sorcerous Kingdom. "Here is the paperwork."
The elf warrior hesitantly and slowly approaches the rich looking being and swiftly grabs the envelope opening it up, after reading it the elf lowers his guard and questions.
"Sorcerous kingdom? Is that the kingdom where the undead rules?" The elf questions, with a hint of curiosity and hostility.
"Precisely comrade, the all great Ainz Ooal Gown rules the Sorcerous kingdom." The being answered. The elf takes a peek at the carriage and spots out countless details and notices a lot more guards with the same look and details as the one that walked up.
It did not take a while for the Elf to peek inside the hole of the being's helmet to discern that it was not human or human-like.
It did not make sense to him that the Theocracy would send a beautiful aesthetic carriage for a raid and it is nearly impossible for the Theocracy to have such demi-human like soldiers wearing expensive plate armour.
This proved to the elf that this was indeed from the Sorcerous Kingdom.
The contents of the letter contained a persuasive request for an alliance and outlining the benefits for the elven kingdom, written by Albedo herself.
The elven guard runs back into the gates and passes this on to his superior explaining every single detail of what he saw.
After thoroughly reading it, the commander walks out with the elven spearman and speaks to the aetherborn guard.
"Forgive us for our lack of manners." He stated as he bent to the side to look at the luxurious carriage with the sigil of the new Sorcerous Kingdom, he made sure to burn that image into his head.
After noticing the details of the carriage and speculating that the Slane Theocracy would not bring out such beautiful and expensive things along with the fact that the guards were not human, he again accepted the fact that this was an emissary from the Sorcerous Kingdom.
"The Sorcerous Kingdom is requesting an alliance?" The Commander questions.
"Yes, our King Ainz Ooal Gown has sent Aura Bello Fiore-sama and Mare Bello Fiore-sama as emissaries to establish friendly ties with the Elven kingdom." The aetherborn replied.
The rumours about the Katze plains spread all across the continent, reaching the city-state alliance and all down south to the Elven kingdom, many elves thought of this as a ruse created by the Slane Theocracy or an over-exaggeration from madmen but were never sure.
"I-is it true that your king is an u-undead?" The commander asks in a frightening tone.
"That is correct." The aetherborn answered.
"H-he slew tens of thousands with o-one spell?" He slightly stutters.
"That is correct." The aetherborn repeated.
The commander pretended to cough, he then fearfully welcomed.
"Welcome to the Elven Kingdom."
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Elven Kingdom, Foreign Meeting Area
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Aura gulped a cup of water and placed it back on the carefully shaped wooden table which was supplied by a servant elf maid, she walked into the room not long ago. The maid waited next to the majestic looking door as Aura and Mare sat on a couch waiting patiently for the Elf King to greet them.
Aura had her back leaned sitting at the corner of the couch, Mare was holding onto his staff placing it on his joined together thighs leaning down just parallel to the table in front of him.
They were waiting and eating for at least an hour, maids would come by and suggest few food choices which were all humbly accepted by Mare, an elven maid made sure to clean it all up.
Six aetherborn guards stood like steel wired sticks, three on each of the dark elve's sides. They emitted a professional and serious aura automatically gesturing to any being in the room that they are ready to defend their master at all times. It was as if smoke filled the room with vibes that shouted to the maid that they were the elite of the elite.
"Excuse me maid-san," Aura called out as she waved her arm, "When is the King gonna come?"
The maid shuddered slightly from surprise and quickly reassured Aura,
"Don't worry Aura-dono, if you could please wait for a little while longer, his majesty should be arriving shortly."
Shadow demons scoured the entire room, looking at one perspective at least ten could be spotted lurking around the ceiling.
"Okie!" Aura says as she takes another sip of water.
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The handle of the door turned, the tiny iron scratch edged on the doorknob moved with the motion of the turn, to where a reasonably tall man with golden reflective hair walked in, one of his eye pupils were white and the other black. The face of the king was of arrogance and disappointment as he walked in with squinted eyebrows.
"Move aside." He lowly growled at the maid, keeping his eye contact forward, he did not even glance at her as he walked towards the young-looking dark elves.
"Useless servants," He grumbles under his breath. "Leave the room."
The elven maids halted their cleaning and rushed out of the room with without hesitation, the door shut tightly, other than the shadow demons, the aetherborn guards, Aura, Mare and the King, the room would be considered empty due to the vastness.
The King looked over across the room and spotted two dark elves and six elite looking guards, other than their weird clothes he noticed the pure heteromorphic eyes and the power that was emitting from the elves.
The power that radiated from them was overwhelming, but he assumed that they were weaker.
Aura sits up, properly straightening her back as the King takes a seat in front of them.
"I have heard," The king says, "The Sorcerous kingdom wishes to construct an alliance with me?"
"That's right." Aura said,
'Me?' Shouldn't you be representing your nation? Aura thought.
The king took a cup of tea from the table and sipped it, he glared at the guards and mused about how expensive their body armour was before going back on topic.
"Have my useless servants disrespected you in any way?" The Elven king asks in a crude tone, the maids who were just about to leave the room tremor slightly, their facial expressions changed with a slight squint of fear.
He cursed the sight of any 'useless' elf in the kingdom, in recent events with the war against the Theocracy, the elves have been captured and defeated in many battles, this only served as fuel to hate his children even further, harshening the punishments and hardships the Elven King gave out.
"Uhh no, they have not disrespected us." Aura replies.
The Elven king twitches his head to Aura's left glaring at Mare.
"And you little girl?"
Mare flinched and stutteringly answered.
"N-no."
"I see," He pauses, "If I may ask, where do you come from?"
In the Elven kingdom, most of his citizens were heirs from him, the king did not recall giving birth to these children. If they were born in the Dark Elven Kingdom he would have already known of them by now and have them captured for purposes.
"I do not recall having you children in my kingdom, nor have heard about you in the Dark Elven Kingdom."
"We come from the Sorcerous Kingdom." Aura replied with her usual smile.
"Ah, suck a quirky Kingdom, are there more of you?" The Elven king replied.
"N-no," Mare replied.
"Ah, that is too bad."
The power radiating from these dark elves…. I cannot let them leave, they will be great assets to my kingdom. He thought as he changed his attitude, creating a welcoming aura.
"Now, I have another question for both of you." The King said as a fake warm smile crept naturally on his face, his earlier expression created an aura of slight disappointment and lack of emotion, but after finding out that these dark elven diplomats could be a great 'resource' for his kingdom the king changed his attitude right away.
I must take them, they are mine and will be mine forever.
Aura and Mare leaned forward as their ears twitched.
"Your undead master, is it true that he killed an entire army with one spell?"
"Of course! It's true!" Aura shouted happily, "Mare was there too!"
No that is impossible, I refuse to believe that. Their master should be weak like all undead and certainly not that strong, once I steal these elves I will take down their master, with the army of children I can create with these elves world domination is certain!
"Hm, I see now, very interesting. My humblest apologies for asking such questions in a professional setting,"
"Discussions about a diplomatic alliance should not be arranged in the first meeting, I will have my servants prepare a room for you, please do accept." The King said with a warm welcoming smile.
These children, their offsprings will be mine.
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Sorcerous Kingdom, Carne Village
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"W-we made it."
"So we did."
Two men stood adjacent to each other in front of a counter in which harboured two potions. One of the potions was an elegant golden ringed true minor healing potion or what Nfirea calls it 'God's blood'.
The one next to it was a roughly shaped potion similar to the shape of where purple potion liquid is kept in, examining both potions side by side can conclude many irregularities like the colour of both potions did not look exactly like each other, while both could be considered 'blood red' from the perspective of someone a few steps away, looking at it closely showed that the newly created potion was lighter than the other.
The suited man tilted his head and crouched down to analyze these differences, he raised a brow before straightening his back.
"What's wrong with it?" A man wearing a half apron spoke.
"There are some inconsistencies with our potion," Asher replied with a sceptical look on his face. "Well, it is to be expected. No potion like this can be created on a whim." He said as he heavily sighed flicking his hand showing his front palm.
Nfirea grabs the edge of the table behind him with both hands as his hair flicks from losing balance, showing his distressed eyes.
"Wh- Eh? Wha- W-why?" He desperately asks. "What did we do wrong?!"
Asher wavers his hand over the newly created potion and casts, [Detect].
Asher's crumbled face loosens up, his hand nobly returns to the lower part of his back.
"Nfirea," Asher suddenly said.
Nfiera jumps slightly at the call of his name.
"Y-yes?"
"Don't worry, we did not do anything wrong, in fact,"
"In fact?" He slowly replies.
"This potion is only as strong as a first-tier spell, you could say that it is a weaker version of the original."
The potion Asher had made was truly 'God's blood', but consequently, effects were weaker. Asher was not surprised by this conclusion, he expected a lot less by using mere magical herbs and a spell along with the ingredients used to make an actual potion in Yggdrasil to create a replica.
They might have had all the ingredients a Yggdrasil player would have used to create a typical potion, but they were still confused on how to process this, so using the formula of creating the purple potion was the only thing they could do.
Creating an item from Yggdrasil is not easy much less possible, he was more surprised than he was sceptical that the blood-red colour was created in the first place, such a simple recipe to create a potion from Yggdrasil was just too 'wrong'.
In a way, this could be considered an achievement.
"First-tier?!" Nfirea shouts.
"That's right."
"What do we need to make it as strong as the original?" He asks.
"Time," Asher replies, "We need more time to resea-" Suddenly a [Message] appeared.
"What's wrong?!" Nfirea shouts noticing the sudden stammer.
"Shh, wait Nfirea, it is fine," Asher whispered.
[Asher-sama, Ainz-sama requires your presence.] A woman's noble voice said, this was no doubt Albedo.
[Of course.]
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Draconic kingdom, Draudillion's Office
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In a room that could fit more than a few dozen, two people could be spotted inside. One of them was a little child sitting on a well-cushioned silver chair glancing at the man who kneeled before her on the red carpet leading to the door.
The child sitting on the chair was the Queen of the Draconic Kingdom, her true form was of a curvaceous attractive young woman but she decided to take this form as it 'can favourably impress people regardless of age or sex.', and to also raise the morale of her lolicon subjects.
The man who stood in front of her was the Minister of Intelligence, he had control over every single piece of information that came in and out of the Draconic Kingdom, along with foreign information that popped out there and then.
The beastman tribes to the east have been relentlessly raiding and destroying villages and forts on the border of the Draconic kingdom, the only thing stopping their advance is lack of leadership and/or bad leadership. If every beastmen tribe banded together and had a charismatic leader, then the Draconic Kingdom would of fell by the start of a few months.
The situation was dire, the beastmen had taken control over many forts and cities, taking harbour a few thousand humans. Only the gods would know how they were treating them. The queen felt her heart clench every time the subject was introduced to her.
"My queen, forgive me for the sudden arrival." The man said as he lowered his head.
"It is fine, what is it you have come to address?" The queen replied.
The man stood up and adjusted his collar before he began speaking,
"Your majesty, the Kingdom has been invaded by a very organised group of demi-humans." He says with a grave tone.
"What? And what is the Slane Theocracy doing about this?" The queen replies in a low tone, her brows raise and a tapping sound could be heard from the table.
"N-nothing my queen, they have not intervened in any way," He replies. "The chances of that army attacking the Draconic kingdom is very high. If they attack us anytime now or after, the Draconic Kingdom will collapse."
"I understand," The queen said as she nodded.
"Move a quarter of the Empire's legions to the northeastern border," The queen suggests before hearing a sudden voice.
"My deepest apologies your majesty, but that is impossible."
"Huh? Why is that?" The queen curiously asks as she tilts her head.
The Minister of Intelligence walks towards the queen and pulls out a paper from his pocket and passes it on to the queen, the paper was a letter with a seal from the Empire, she slightly tensed her feet, she did not see the contents of the envelope but sensed it was bad.
With her slightly sweaty palms she opens the already unsealed envelope and pulls out the paper.
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After a few seconds of reading, the spots the most disturbing part.
Huh, The empire is sending their legions back? Why, why would they do that?! They know how much our country relies on them!
The queen kept her usual face while screaming in the darkest depths of her mind, why would the empire do this. She continued reading, scathing every sentence before reaching the part explaining the reason why.
They are worried about the appearance of the demi-human army?
That was not true, in reality, the Emperor grasped the situation and knew full well that this was an act orchestrated by Ainz Ooal Gown, just a few days before the news reached the Empire, Demiurge paid a short visit as a representative of the Sorcerous Kingdom and persuaded the Emperor to remove the legions, with the core argument of 'You must protect your kingdom, the demi-humans will invade and devastate the Empire'.
Of course, the surrounding people understood dearly and agreed with Demiurge's proposition, but Jirvniv knew exactly what was going on behind those diabolical words, he understood why this toadman was 'asking' him to move back the legions, but he did not care anymore and agreed, but naturally offered very little opposition like, 'I understand this but your master conceives a strong military, would he not protect us?' Of course, that opposition was stomped down viciously by Demiurge.
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"What about the Slane Theocracy, are they able to send more aid?" The queen asks.
In response, the man straightened his back and cleared his throat before replying.
"My apologies Your Majesty, the Slane Theocracy are refusing to send more of their armies to aid us in the war."
The queen clenched her jaw as small sparkes of anger grew on her face.
"What? Why!?" The queen stopped and took a deep breath before heavily sighing. She changes the subject by introducing something else.
The Slane Theocracy cannot risk the loss of their army or any military-related subjects. While they have multiple armies out east defending the Draconic kingdom, they are declining to send more troops because they have their sights set on the Sorcerous Kingdom and must preserve as much manpower as possible.
The Draconic Kingdom being a neutral country did not dare to intervene with any business regarding the Sorcerous Kingdom for the hopes that the Theocracy sends more aid to the Draconic Kingdom, but now that the Theocracy has declined any attempts of negotiations. Considering to ask the Sorcerous Kingdom for aid could be a consideration.
"Ahem, where are the base of operations of the demi-humans?"
"I am sorry Your Majesty, that piece of information is unknown, all we know is that the Theocracy along with every other nation is frantically searching everywhere."
"I see.."
Should I use wild magic..? No, that's too risky, the price to pay contradicts my values as queen… Only in the worst-case scenarios...
"What are the nobles doing about this?" The queen asked.
"The nobles nearing the beastman's border are donating as much as they can do the treasury to ensure the kingdom's safety, but unfortunately the major nobles that reside further away are not spending even a gold coin in defence."
After the words sailed out of the lips of the Minister, the queen clenched her fist in anger, Why aren't the nobles helping out their kingdom? Do they want to die?
"I see, then increase the taxing of the nobles." She elegantly commanded.
"At once, Your Majesty."
"Is there anything else that I need to be informed about?" She asks.
"There is a strong magic caster in the ranks of the demi-human army, it is assumed that he along with another unnamed strong being on par with an adamantite warrior lead the charge into the Kingdom. The goatman magic caster can rival the adamantite warrior Momon of Darkness and the other being devastated one of the Blue Rose's warriors Gargan."
After hearing that, the last remaining hint hope in the Queen's heart had died and her heart dropped. Unlike the beastmen, the demi-humans would have excellent leadership, considering that it would take an extreme intellect demi-human to cast spells on par with the strength of Momon of Darkness,
The Draconic kingdom without the Empire's legions could not afford to spread out their army to fight on two opposite fronts. It would be much easier to fit a ten-meter wide and tall wooden block in a human's mouth than fight on two major fronts with the resources they have at the current time.
The queen sighs heavily before lowly speaking.
"What can we do?"
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Ninth Floor, Cafeteria
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In a vast filled room, the sounds of slight insignificant clinking on tables filled the room along with incomprehensible chatter from the beings that populated the area. The walls mostly consisted of white.
"Hey hey!" A maid with bright yellow hair shouted as she elegantly walked towards two maids sitting adjacent to each other.
One of those maids were Foire, a bright person with a bright personality, next to her was Lumière, her long mysterious darker golden hair could reflect light from the very sun, just like the rest of the homunculus maids, she wears very dark blue maid outfit. Under her glasses were elegant eyes that looked on to Cixous who was approaching her.
"Hi hi!" Foire responds as she waves her hand holding the fork with a cheerful smile.
"Good evening," Lumière says as she puts a piece of bacon in her mouth.
After a few seconds of pacing Cixous finally makes it towards the table the maids were sitting on, she sat opposed to the other side of Lumière and Foire, placing her tray with mountains of meat, vegetables and other types of food.
Without a word, all three maids begin gobbling up the masses of food, Crums and stains surround the lips of Cixous and Foire, their mouths were rounded as continuous food was forced into their mouths. On the other hand, Lumière elegantly and speedily paced the small pieces of contents into her mouth using the fork.
A sudden male voice appears from the side of the table, the maids swallow the food in one go beating their chest to get it in.
"Hello ladies, would you like any water or refreshments?"
"Of course,"
"Me me! I want!"
"Sure!"
The manservant elegantly seizes the cups from the artistic looking food tray server and placed it next to the half-eaten plates of the maids.
"There you go." He said as he bows.
"Thank you." All three maids said as the manservant walks away.
The maids began to gulp the entire cup of water down their throats,
"Hey hey, when do you have your shift with Ainz-sama?" Foire nags.
Almost instantly both maids answered with precision and pride.
"Thirty-seven days, seven hours and thirty-four seconds."
"Thirteen days, nine hours and eighteen seconds."
"Right right, we have twenty minutes until we go back to work, let's talk about something! Anything you want to share?" Foire asks playfully as she glared at both of the maids with wide sparkling eyes.
"I have something!" Cixous answered readily.
"Come on! Tell us, don't wait."
Cixous puts her fist over her mouth and makes a grunting sound as she clears her throat.
"One time was cleaning one of the Supreme Beings room it, of course, looked very beautiful. The Supreme Beings' style their rooms in special ways."
The maids nodded and looked on.
"I found a thick book, it was just about as thick as my fist in one of the counters,"
To any denizen in Nazarick, it did not matter which Supreme Being it was, all knowledge about the Supreme Beings was of interest.
Both of the maids' gasps before Foire questions happily.
"What did it say? What was it about!?"
"I think it said 'h-en-ta-i' and 'Vanilla is for n-ormi-es'."
"H-en-ta-i?" Foire cucked her head to the side and raised a brow.
"It must be something the Supreme Being was studying about, of course, their intelligence surpasses us lowly beings, I'm sure the Supreme Being finished it on a whim and threw it away," Lumière replies as she tilts her head flicking her hand over to the palm towards Cixous.
"Indeed, only Demiurge-sama, Albedo-sama and the Supreme Beings can concept such information," Cixous responds.
Foire nodded frivolously as a small and cute smile grew on her face.
"Did you check what was inside?" Foire asks, her eyes beaming with excitement.
"Of course not, how can I be so rude as to open such a holy book that a Supreme being laid both his eyes and hands on, I do not deserve such a reward."
"Aww, whos room was it?" Foire asks.
"It was Peroroncino-sama's room," Cixous responds.
"Oh, has Ainz-sama read this 'h-en-ta-i'? And what is an n-ormi-e?" Foire questions.
"I don't know..," Cixous says with a glim of despair in her voice.
"Well, the fact remains that this 'h-en-ta-i' is something of interest, should we go ask Albedo about what it is?" Lumière says.
"Yeah, next time I see her, I'll ask her about what it is," Cixous responds.
"Great!" Foire responds. "Anyway, I have something else to tell!"
The two other maids leaned forward looking attentively,
Sensing the attention Foire starts speaking.
"You guys heard about Asher-sama right?"
"Of course." They responded.
"He's Ainz-sama's son," Cixous says.
"He's Ainz-sama's creation," Lumière says.
"What?"
"What?"
"Ainz-sama's son?" Lumière responds.
"That's right. Ainz-sama created him after his own likeness. Wise and elegant." Cixous says.
"Then wouldn't that mean Pandora's actor is Ainz's son as well?" Lumière responds.
"Nevermind, forget what I said," Cixous bluntly replies. "Forgive us Foire, continue."
Right after the announcement of Asher's existant came to light, the news spread like wildfire, starting from the Tenth Floor news rushed down to the Ninth Floor and so on. Other than the mindless entities of Nazarick, there was no sentient being in Nazarick that did not know of his existence.
"I saw him running towards Ainz's office, I kind of bumped into him on the way."
"Really? What did he look like?" Cixous asks.
"He wore really cool styled uniform, almost like Pandoras Actors'."
"Woah really? What do you mean by cool? Do you think he's hot?" Cixous smuggling shrugs as she stands up to sit next to Foire.
"Come on, tell us, do you like him?" She continued with a smug like smile on her face.
"E-eh, I-I mean h-he is a b-bit. Eeek!" Foire said as she blushed into her arms.
"Haha, well, he is very attractive, no more than Ainz-sama of course."
"Of course, Ainz-sama is the pinnacle of beauty," Lumière responds.
"Oh! Look its twenty minutes!" Foire nervously shouts as she points to the huge clock in the cafeteria. "We better go now!"
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Ninth Floor, Ainz's Office
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A tall majestic door slowly opens, a man in a black military suit with angel wings walks in. In front of Asher was Albedo and the spectre of death, Ainz Ooal Gown. Asher's arrival the Overlord leaned back on his glamorous cushioned chair.
Asher, like every other NPC, begins to kneel with his head down to the ground.
"I hear and obey your call, Ainz-sama."
"Umu, Rise," Ainz said in a exquisite tone.
Ashe rose from where he was and looked on to Ainz Ooal Gown, he ignored how Albedo was blushing at Ainz, most likely about how cool he acted. Ainz seemed to be ignoring that too.
"Ainz-sama, if this servant may ask, why is it that you have summoned me?" Asher asks.
"Ah about that, Asher, how goes your research on the potion that I have tasked you?." Ainz inquires.
Asher slightly flinched before answering swiftly, "Ainz-sama, we have created the Minor Healing Potion, but there were some problems.
Ainz leaned forward in interest as he cracked his neck.
"Oho? Go on, tell me."
"The potion is not of the same tier level as an original Minor Healing Potion, it is as strong as a first-tier spell. Ainz-sama, please punish this one for his failure of reaching your expectations." Asher said as he kneeled back down.
Ainz secretly sighed before asking him to stand up again.
"Do not jump to conclusions, it is fine, may I take a took at this newly created potion?" Ainz asks.
"Of course Ainz-sama."
Asher pulls out a blood-red potion from in the insides of his cape, unlike a normal Minor Healing Potion this one looked more crudely made with a brown pluck as the only source of a cap stopping the liquid from flowing out.
Albedo was reluctant to pass this on to Ainz, but she quickly shook her head before walking towards Asher to grab the potion, Albedo then walked back beside Ainz and passed it on to Ainz, who turned his entire body to face her.
Ainz inspects the potion from all sides, even removing the pluck to take a small peek inside,
"Umu, hm, I see." Ainz places the potion back on his desk. "You have done a magnificent job, Asher, it may not be a complete replica, but it is good enough considering the circumstances."
"Your servant is not worthy of praise," Asher said as he lowered his head.
H-how did he make this, what did he use? Is it possible to create a higher-tiered potion? What else would we need? Ainz mused before snapping back looking at Asher.
"Ahem," Ainz fake coughs. "Anyway, this is not what I called you here for, a discussion about this potion will be covered on a later time," Ainz said before shifting his glance towards Albedo,
Asher, in turn, looked at Albedo.
After feeling the daunting pressure of two strong beings glaring at her she started speaking.
"Asher-sama, Demiurge is due to attack the Slane Theocracy with his demi-human force along with a few summoned evil lords, do you understand what needs to be done?"
"Of course Albedo-san," He replies.
"Good."
"Umu, good. Albedo, I'll leave you in charge of Asher until the phase is over." Ainz smugly says.
"Of course Ainz-sama." Albedo replied as she bowed.
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Hey again,
There is not much known about the Draconic kingdom, so I had and will fill the gaps.
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Bye