The Sorcerous Kingdom, Gates of E-Rantel
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When speaking of the Sorcerous Kingdom's capital many would expect a dark fog croaking around the walls as skeletons roamed slicing any human who had travelled through, there were even rumours that there were undead guards stationed near the gates and would flay humans who possessed dangerous items for the fun of it. But those were just rumours.
After riding through the dark fog near the borders of E-Rantel they could see the city seamlessly easily.
E-Rantel was a city that belonged to the Re-Estize Kingdom before being forcefully handed over to the Sorcerous kingdom after they entered the war with the Empire, during the times of war E-Rantel was stationed near the border of the Empire and Kingdom so naturally, it was being used as a military base or fort during the time. But now it was part of the Domain of the Sorcerous Kingdom, as the new capital.
It having lavish walls was expected, but what was in front slightly shocked them.
Three sets of staggering walls surrounded the city along with an imposing gate in front.
But that was the least of their worries as looking on forward they could slightly depict an undead creature, its skin rotted down to the bone and it wielded a staff which looked as if two snakes were suddenly frozen into wood after coiling between each other. The creature's trademark came from its hood it wore, anyone could tell what it was just by looking at it.
It was an Elder Lich.
Besides the gate were two huge statues like looking creatures standing straight, their height towered the walls of the gate as they kept their eyes forward.
Besides the Elder Lich were four Death Knights, two on each side, they emotionlessly looked on to the carriage that was trailing towards them, but they were much further from the gate standing at least five meters away, it seems as if they were waiting for the envoy to arrive.
It was only to be expected, the message sent by the Draconic Kingdom received by the Sorcerous Kingdom, unexpectedly they had accepted the meeting happily and would negotiate as soon as possible, the queen was suspicious but what else could she do?
To save her nation she would have to sign a deal with the devil.
The trip from the Draconic Kingdom to the Sorcerous Kingdom took a few days.
As any royalty would have, elite warriors were marching beside the carriages, but when standing toe to toe with a death knight, they looked nothing special. With the war exhaustion given to the Draconic Kingdom over the years, the quality of 'Elite' dropped low, the knight from the empire, more specifically Jircniv's guard and one of the Four Knights 'Nimble' could easily take on a group of the Draconic Kingdom's Elite troops and still triumph with minimal injuries.
But even so, having guards is only proper for a ruler when visiting another nation.
Sitting opposite of the Queen was her advisor, he looked like a charming old man with a long trimmed beard, as a trained actor he kept a welcoming smile at all times and never showed a face of exhaustion, he followed the value of, 'Silence is Golden, Speech is Silver' and spoke when the situation calls it, his persuasive tongue served him during his youth and lead him to where he was now. He was the main reason why there were ties between the Theocracy and the Empire.
His name was, Grandeur La Niguah.
In a sense, he could be considered the perfect entrepreneur.
Draudillon Oriculus sat quietly in the carriage, leaning towards the edge of her seat.
Even though the Queen was in a carriage there was still a window that allowed her to look out as she pleased, after all, sitting in a carriage for hours on end was extremely taxing. It was because of the window that she was able to see the eye-catching giants that stood head to head of the walls.
"What are those..?" The queen questioned, still in her child form.
Typically her child form was only to make her citizens happy and raise the morale of her soldiers but in this case, it was only to increase the chances of both nations to get closer to each other, that's if the undead possessed a desire towards women.
The advisor looked at her for a few moments and answered, "Perhaps they are giants?"
An obvious reply.
Giants were demi-human in the eyes of other humans but taking a wider look at them they seemed to resemble humans only enlarged to a major degree, primitive would be the first thing that would come into a normal person's mind, which was true.
They lived in small packs and did not increase their technology to the level of their counterparts, normal humans, but that did not change the fact that they had racial abilities, which also helped them survive in tough terrain and keep them alive against other species.
Looking aside their technology levels they were still a force to be reckoned, it was a huge surprise that the Sorcerous Kingdom took them on as vassals.
"The Sorcerous Kingdom took over the giants..? Perhaps a village of them?" The Queen stated. Aside from this, the advisor's face looked like he was musing about countless scenarios of ways that the undead king could have subjugated the giants.
He thought of various situations but set them aside and changed the topic.
"They say that dragons fly time to time across the skies of the Capital city of the Sorcerous Kingdom." The advisor said, the Minister of Intelligence had mentioned this a few months back, so it came across as common knowledge to the queen, but even so, how did the Sorcerer King get his hands on dragons?
That was another shocking factor.
"Oh? How do you think they've acquired dragons?" The queen questioned, "Most of them are extinct, yes?"
"That is certainly true... perhaps the undead got lucky and landed a hit on a nest of dragon eggs." The advisor replied, the chances of something like that was low but when questioning how an undead could be able to subjugate dragons, the case would be applicable in a realistic sense, "But gossip from dwarves tell us the undead king himself subjugated those dragons, although I find it unbelievable."
"Hah... you might be right." The queen replied, other than discussing diplomatic topics there was not much to say, besides, they were a few carvings of land away from the gates of the former city of E-Rantel.
She was surprised, there have been little to no cases of anyone being able to subjugate dragons more so use them for errands, this made her question the Sorcerer King's charisma.
The undead have no sense of human emotion yet it is able to lead a nation without causing it great fear, it would seem that talking with the undead would be more difficult.
"Do you think the soldiers at home are doing alright?" Draudillon asked, her tone was bitter.
"That..." The advisor dropped his head down, his national pride was slowly corroding.
After the Theocracy ordered their troops to return home most of the defences have been abandoned, those defences were a key factor in why the Draconic Kingdom were able to defend so well against the beastmen but with them idle and the lack of manpower that the Draconic Kingdom had, the beastmen easily rushed over the towns and cities, many humans tried to run but only a fraction managed to escape.
And when humans were captured by beastmen, it did not go so well for them. Especially for women.
It was hard to say, 'They are doing fine'. If anyone could say that then it would be proof that their heart was black.
Beastmen were more ferocious than demi-humans, they stood up to two-meters and had bulging muscles, a considered full version of the demi-humans who attacked the Kingdom and the Theocracy, if put into YGGDRASIL terms then they would be considered level ten or seven at lowest.
"Ah, your majesty," The advisor said as he slightly shook his head, he did not want to muse about the situation in the Draconic Kingdom, "We should send an envoy to those undead waiting at the gates and warn them of our advance."
The queen nodded and in turn, the advisor put his head out of the windows of the carriage and gave out the order.
After receiving the order the guards marched up towards the Elder Lich, after a few moments of speaking they turned and walked back.
"My lord, we have informed the... guards... of the Sorcerous Kingdom." The elite guard stated.
With that, the surrounding soldiers take a deep breath and they begin marching, the giants ahead of them creak open the huge gate creating surprisingly little noise.
Following this, the Carriage rolled in.
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After being inspected for any potential dangers the Draconic carriage was allowed to pass the streets.
Being an envoy from a neighbouring nation they did not have their swords taken away or any magical item taken off of them, the practice of allowing other nation's envoys to keep their weapons especially in presence of their ruler was only common sense, such a nation who would do such a thing to another nation's envoy would be considered crude and disgraceful.
Although before arriving they had expected it to happen to them because of the ruler being an undead, species such as ogres or any other racially superior species tend to act arrogant, while there are no other cases of intelligent undead it was assumed that the Sorcerer Kingdom would be as domineering just as demi-humans.
So the fact that the undead seemed to enforce human-like rule was beyond comprehension, especially when the Draconic Kingdom had come to essentially beg for help under the guise of establishing ties. But with the presence of Momon, it was only slightly expected.
More surprisingly, the streets of E-Rantel were clean and bright with humans walking around and hordes of children playing. She knew that E-Rantel was a peaceful place before arriving but could not bear to believe it.
Loosening their guards the soldiers slowly marched next to the carriage, the destination would be the throne room of the Sorcerer King which resided a fair while from the gate.
"Are those... dwarves..?" Draudillon surprisingly questions leaning over to the window of the carriage. Such a sight was extraordinary. Since when did dwarves immigrate to the Sorcerous Kingdom? And why?
"Surprisingly so, your Majesty." The advisor replied in a slightly surprised tone.
Outside were two dwarves talking, from the way they were standing and gesturing their hands it looked like they were performing some sort of trade, even looking closely you could see that one of them was holding a batch of gold coins and another gripping a bag filled with materials.
"That is very interesting..."
As the carriage passed the streets it caught the eyes of many... unique eyes, borrowing deeper into the city of the capital of the Sorcerous Kingdom the variety of the different types of species grew in large quantities. There weren't many elves but dwarves were a common sight along with different types of undead.
Death knights nonchalantly walked across the streets seeming as it were the norm, the humans weren't so troubled at all. Perhaps the presence of Momon was a leading factor to the stability of E-Rantel.
The carriage the queen was sitting on looked very unique and different, as it should, a flag protruded from the utmost tip and silver lining covered the polished wood, even the rich nobles could barely buy this, with the country at ruins the queen was looking for the highest bidder to sell it too, but none wished to buy it, so it was left there, waiting to be used.
Still... this 'Ainz Ooal Gown' is interesting. He is able to control all this, a cunning fellow huh? Hmph, that doesn't matter, all that matters is my country's welfare.
Draudillon could not care less whether or not if anything happened outside her borders, even if the Sorcerous Kingdom took over the entire world she wouldn't turn an eye, she only cared for her kingdom, and her kingdom only.
Then a ringing voice shouts from outside.
"Your Majesty! We have arrived." A guard shouts.
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Tenth Floor, Throne Room
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"Ainz-sama, it seems that everything is going as planned," A woman states in a distinguished tone. She wore an exotic dress and had long radiating black hair. This was the world-class beauty succubus who led all the floor guardians, Albedo, "The Draconic Kingdom has arrived in E-Rantel."
In the large spacious room, there were only two beings that were present, the Overseer of the Floor Guardians, and the Supreme Being, Ainz Ooal Gown.
Mare and Aura were in the Elven Kingdom as the new leaders. The Elven King was a tyrant and ruled over his people through sheer arrogance thus his people were not happy about him ruling so they had gladly accepted Mare and Aura as their new rulers under the condition that they would not be treated horribly, which was graciously accepted.
Cocytus was another leading figure who went out of Nazarick, he is currently training the lizardmen in the village. On the other hand, the two remaining guardians Shaltear and Demiurge were the only ones who stayed in Nazarick.
Shaltear stayed in her floor, she barely left it. When asked she replied with, 'I'm playing with my 'pets'.'
'Pets' Huh? Ainz suspiciously mused about these 'Pets' and the hidden meaning of 'Playing'. Although after thinking about it further he did not want to dig deeper. It was better to not uncover the secret fetishes a person has, especially if it was set by Peroroncino.
Of course, if ordered Shaltear could leave her floor but what could she do? After the situation in the Dwarven Kingdom, she has not been assigned anything else to work with hence why she usually stayed on her floor.
Earlier Albedo had ordered Sebas who was in E-Rantel during the time to go to the Palace and greet the Draconic Envoys when they arrived.
In short, there were no available guardians other than Shaltear.
"Ah... right," Ainz replied as he adjusted his hip on the [Throne of Kings] before continuing, "Then I'll leave in a short while."
Uwah... she probably thinks I have everything memorised for the allied meeting... I'll just have to make sure that the discussions go well. They are suffering from beastmen invasions, right? We have the advantage here in terms of political power, then ther-
Then Ainz temporarily stopped his thinking on the subject of the meeting and divided his brainpower towards another topic, he recalled something, a while ago a report was submitted regarding the Draconic Kingdom, Wild Magic.
Albedo was the one who submitted this, it referred to most of the articles about Wild Magic, unfortunately, the report was not extensive about the details about Wild Magic, just a vague description of what it was.
Their Queen can use wild magic? I certainly remember reading that... then, this is the perfect chance.
From the silence, Ainz quitely murmured, it seems that his thinking trailed towards his non-existent mouth.
"Is there something wrong, Ainz-sama?" Albedo asks as she takes a step towards Ainz, she lifted her eyebrows and looked at Ainz with pure worriedness.
"There is nothing wrong, in fact."
Ainz lifted his bony index finger.
"Yes, Ainz-sama?"
"What do we know about Wild magic in the New world? Is there any other information regarding its use in the Draconic Kingdom?"
Stepping back Albedo bows down, her face was painted in regret as she answered, "Forgive me Ainz-sama... there is no more information regarding Wild Magic other than from the information that useles- that Fluder had given us, if you wish for Nazarick to acquire more information through various methods of tor-"
"No no... it's fine... I will personally find out after the discussions with the Draconic envoys."
"Yes, Ainz-sama."
So not even Fluder lacks information regarding Wild magic? Then this must be investigated thoroughly... Wait, was she about to say... wahh... nevermind, let's go. Ainz could easily guess the word that Albedo was about to say along with the rest of her sentence, but it would be smarter not to mention anything about it.
Just as Ainz was about to stand up and prepare to teleport out of the throne room to the palace of E-Rantel he hears,
"Ainz-sama, in regards to 'that' who shall we send?"
It was Albedo who spoke,
Wait, what? That'? What are you talking about? The words were too sudden and caught Ainz off-guard, it was clear that Albedo expected him to know what she was talking about.
"Umu, who would you suggest?" Ainz calmly says as he leans back. His mind was furiously working, pushing anything that could be of memory which could relate to the subject at hand.
"My opinion cannot have worth-"
Ainz waved his hand,
"It is fine, tell me."
Adhering to Ainz's request Albedo put her hand on her chin and looked at the ceiling above her head, she focused her eyes on one of the chandeliers as she worked her brain.
Not a moments second later, she finally replied,
"Mare and Aura would be the first choices but they are occupied with the leading of the Elven Kingdom, it would seem that Demiurge would be the best option for the part of the plan."
Like I said - What part of the plan?!
"Umu, I see, very interesting... I look forward to the fruits of... that." Ainz did not dare to incline on the notion of the plan that Albedo and Demiurge were working on, it would be very dangerous to go, 'Mm, so why Demiurge?' so and so, without any knowledge of the situation at hand, jumping to suspicious questions could be his downfall of the title of the Wisest Supreme Being.
"Of course Ainz-sama. I shall contact Demiurge as soon as possible."
"...Anyway... it is time to head out."
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Sorcerous Kingdom, E-Rantel, Palace, Waiting Room
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The message of creating diplomatic ties was sent a few days prior before arriving, the main points regarding both military and economic alliance were written there, even so, it was much too early for the Sorcerous Kingdom to begin the meeting discussing the terms.
Draudillon would not complain about this, rather, it posed very much advantage to her, the quicker the alliance is created the faster the beastmen are repelled if not halted.
But the fear of being overrun by beastmen was led by the dreading angst of the undead not accepting her terms and sending her back home.
The devil could sway his hand and kill off an entire nation. Or, in this case, an undead.
The room they were escorted in was luxurious, but it wasn't that regal in a way that would fit a national leader's room. While it was very impressive compared to a noble's room it would be less expected for a national leader to own a waiting room that looked like this.
The guards began to inspect the room, not for safety purposes but just out of curiosity, and who could blame them? The Draconic Kingdom is nearly at ruins barely affording anything, it was no surprise that even the elite guards would find it awing to see luxury at this level.
Since walking into the palace many different types of undead were spotted, more commonly death knights and in some cases Elder liches, they had only seen a few elder liches walk in groups holding stacks of papers. But there were different types of undead, ones that even a thousand-year-old scholar could not recognize, so a guard was ordered to write down the features of any types of unusual undead for research purposes.
Is this really the undead's living domain?
The queen suspectingly thought, right now she was sitting in the corner of the room waiting for the Sorcerer King to prepare for discussions. Sitting in front of her was the advisor who never left her side.
If the Sorcerer King has dwarves, can he not reform this place to look more fitting? Hm, then it only proves to serve that the undead king does not permanently reside here...
It is not that the room that the Queen was given bad, it is just when compared to a national leader's waiting room it looks cruder and rushed.
The very distinct looking double doors opened up creating creaking noises, with that an old study man walked out.
The old man elegantly walked towards the queen and rested his approach after a few steps. He, of course, wore a butler's outfit which signified his occupation to the people in the room. It did not take more than two seconds to realise that the old man held a significant amount of muscle underneath that outfit. His shoulders were broad and his arms were next to his thighs.
The bearded old man then slightly bowed and introduced himself,
"Good evening, your majesty. His Majesty, Ainz Ooal Gown bids you welcome to the Sorcerous Kingdom."
The guards quickly gathered together and saluted.
In turn, the advisor stood up, and with a professional smile, he spoke.
"Good evening, we thank you for allowing our presence here."
Leaders should speak with leaders and advisors should speak to advisors, that was why the advisor stood up instead of Draudillion.
"May I ask for your name?" Sebas asks.
"Ah, forgive me, my name is Grandeur La Niguah, you may call me Grandeur. I am the advisor of Her Majesty, Draudillon Oriculus, and you? "
"Sebas, I am the butler of the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown."
Sebas looked towards Draudillon and spoke, "His Majesty, Ainz Ooal Gown wishes to begin discussion, please follow me immediately, we must not keep His Majesty waiting."
"What about our weapons? Is there a need to confiscate them?"
"Ah... there is no need for such measures," Sebas replied, his voice was reinforced by his iron will, it was clear that even he was confident of what he was saying.
The face of the advisor almost dropped, why did they not cease our weapons? Such a thing was unthinkable. Typically when leaders of nations meet, arms would be taken away to ensure the safety of both leaders, or in some cases, only one side would have their weapons taken.
It was not natural for a nation to casually allow another nation to personally greet them without the ceasing of weapons. Even allied nations would do the same. Thus both the queen and advisor were completely shocked.
After gulping the advisor kept his composure as he questioned,
"But why?" The advisor questioned,
"His Majesty trusts that our honoured guests will not do anything as foolish as to spark war against a nation such as yourselves, especially when you are at a critical state."
That was true, there was no way that the Draconic Kingdom could incite a fight inside the throne room.
"Then our country shall accept His Majesty's goodwill." The advisor replied.
Is this arrogance..? No, if it was then the Sorcerer King would not be here today. It cannot be a sign of goodwill and trust... The advisor thought as he smiled on the outside.
"Now please, His majesty awaits, follow me," Sebas said as he turned around towards the already opened door.
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Slane Theocracy, Meeting Area
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The room was filled with mixed feelings, both of joyfulness and shame.
The Cardinals had allowed demi-humans to nonchalantly invade them, what's worse is that the Cathedral of Fire is in ruins and half of the citizens are either dead or missing. With the Holocaust Scripture completely wiped out along with missing members of the Black Scripture the Cardinals would have to be more careful.
No, they did not know about the invasion, it came out more as a surprise. Why didn't the Thousand Mile Astrologer sense this before? This was one of the bigger surprises, of course, she was questioned about this and she insisted that she did not know that the army was marching.
'Herematic' Truly a monster, perhaps stronger than that demon emperor, thank the gods that it is gone. Raymond thought.
If Raymond hadn't suggested bringing back the soldiers from the Draconic Kingdom back to the capital then the Theocracy would be forced to rule with an iron fist, in other words, the unrest would be too much to handle peacefully, not with the manpower they lost during the invasion. So at the risk of the fall of the Draconic Kingdom, they would have to send their soldiers back.
Raymond had once again called the Cardinals for a meeting.
"Raymond... what happened? Did Zesshi go overboard?" Maximilian Oreio Lagier, the Cardinal of Darkness asked with a deep tone, his face stiffened.
The other Cardinals had a face of worry. There was nothing more important in this meeting than the chance of the gods raining their bows of fire down to the Theocracy, if Zesshi attacked the godsend then only praying could help.
"She did, but it's fine."
The air in the room tensed up.
"What do you mean by that?" Yvon Jasna Dracrowa in a low pitched tone, behind those words, were scratches of fear, if Zesshi did what he thought she did.
"She did indeed attack Asher-sama,"
The Cardinal's spines tremble as they struggled to form sentences, it was as if a lightning bolt struck right beside them. They kept a pale face and in the end, they did not say a word.
But confusion hugged their fear, why was Raymond so calm?
"But he miraculously forgave us,"
"You're saying that Asher-sama completely forgave us?" Dominic spoke, he was one of the Cardinals who kept composure, surprisingly.
The other Cardinals sighed in both relief and confusion, what did Raymond mean by Asher forgiving them? Such a sin is beyond punishable.
"That's right. We are lucky that Asher-sama is forgiving," Raymond responded,
The Cardinals nodded they did not know what to say but what Raymond said was true.
One brave soul sitting beside the other Cardinals opened his mouth and spoke,
"Regarding Zesshi and Asher... would it not be productive if we were to have them spar in a match?"
The other Cardinals slightly frown and turn their heads towards the voice that just spoke, the person who spoke creased her fingers and squeezed, it was Berenice Nagua Santini.
"What do you mean by that? Do you wish to anger the gods even further?" Dominic screeches. The other Cardinals were not angry about this but the only thing they had against it was whether or not she lacked faith.
"Wait, Dominic, this is interesting, let her justify her statement," Raymond spoke as he stroked his beard.
Berenice opened her mouth and spoke,
"I feel if we are to pit Asher against the Undead King which is Ainz Ooal Gown we need to understand the extent of his power, more importantly, his skills."
The Cardinals widened their eyes and went, 'Oh' in understanding, her logic was fruitful.
"Ah, I see your point, 'if we are to fight our enemy we must know our allies'," Raymond spoke, what he just said was a scripture reading from the holy book, he must have thought that Berenice was referring to that scripture verse, Raymond continued,
"Is anyone against this?"
"No." They all chanted in unison.
"Then it will be arranged if Asher-sama agrees to it of course."
The Cardinals nodded.
"Anyway, that is not the main topic of this meet-" Raymond speaks until he was interrupted by a loud knocking sound coming from the door. The Cardinals turned their heads towards the noise.
It was a messenger, he swiftly walked in and stood a few steps away from the door, there was no way he could stand in front of the Cardinals, they were sitting in a rounded table.
"My deepest apologies for interrupting an important meeting but there is something that needs to be announced." He speaks,
"What is it?" Maximilian, the Cardinal of darkness calmly asked in a superior tone fitting of a leader. The other cardinals looked at the messenger.
"It is the Elven Kingdom..."
Question marks popped on top of the Cardinal's heads, their expressions showed that they were curious or confused.
"They are losing the war, what is it about?" Raymond calmly inclined. He was slightly angry at the fact that a messenger had to barge in at the most important part of the meeting.
The messenger silently gulped, he also coughed with his hand in front of his mouth before speaking,
"They have... forged an alliance with the Sorcerous Kingdom."
The changes in the expressions of the people in the room were instantaneous, the Cardinal's back stiffened and their throats went dry, this was added to the confusion that once again swirled up into their minds.
The first thing that came into their heads was, 'Now that the Sorcerous Kingdom is allied with the Elven Kingdom they have the justification to attack the Theocracy."
They were not scared of the Elven Kingdom, they were frightened at the dragon that roared behind it.
The Sorcerous Kingdom could pull themselves into the war by saying, 'Seeing as though our allied nation is in trouble we find it justifiable to help them in straits of need."
Of course, if that happened the Cardinals could depend on Asher but Asher was the biggest trump card and only be used to attack the Undead king himself. But there was no time.
Another problem was with the major losses of the Scriptures, without the scriptures the army of death knights the Sorcerous Kingdom commands will effortlessly ravage their city. How many people will die before the death knights are defeated?
Of course, the Cardinals were certain that they would win the war but the losses would be too great, this truly caught them off-guard.
"What? Impossible! There is no way that arrogant Elf King would forge an alliance with the Sorcerous Kingdom, it must be a trick." Dominic scorchingly shouted.
"That's..." Ginedine struggled to speak.
"That would mean..."
"Yes..."
"The Sorcerous Kingdom will have a justifiable reason to attack us..." Raymond spoke.
The room went silent.
"Dammit," Raymond lightly slams his fist on the table, he squinted his brows with his eyes closed as he worked his brain to try and figure a way out of this.
After a while, he breathes in and out collecting his thoughts.
Then a few seconds pass and Raymond's eyes sprout open, this gestured to the Cardinals that he had thought of something.
By this point, the messenger had already left the room.
"The Sorcerous Kingdom has taken its stage, if they declare war on us, then we must be prepared."
The Cardinals nodded with cold sweats dripping from their foreheads, it was hard to believe but there was that high chance.
"But I find it highly unlikely."
Those words shattered the cold air that was seeping through the skin of the Cardinals, they intently looked at Raymond and one of them spoke,
"Can you tell us what you mean by that?" It was Maximilian Oreio Lagier who spoke, he sounded slightly relieved but not convinced.
"Do you really think the undead will show it's true colours just like that?" Raymond replied, "This Ainz Ooal Gown is a devil in disguise of an undead, he would not do anything as foolish as to ruin his image as a peaceful ruler, even with allied justification he would not do anything as foolish as to make itself look bad."
There was a brief pause. Raymond leaned back and shrugged his shoulders and with a slight grin he continued,
"That is why there is no need to worry, the only thing we should be focusing on is how to approach that undead king without provoking its army."
Ainz Ooal Gown's army was truly formidable, from reports it stated that he commanded five hundred death knights and countless of death cavaliers, trying to approach the undead king without touching its army is the smartest thing anyone could do if they wanted to defeat the magic caster Ainz Ooal Gown.
But with the loss of a quarter of the Black Scripture and the entirety of the Holocaust Scripture who could take on death knights such a feat was not going to be put on the test.
The Cardinals sighed in relief as they too leaned back, the tension in the room lowered, their faces looked as though they were saying, 'That's true'.
The matter was solved instantly, although they would still have to be wary about the Elven Kingdom.
"But we are far off-topic of the main subject of this meeting." Raymond once again spoke.
"Then what is it we are here for? Is it about the loss of the Holocaust Scripture?" Dominic asked
"There is no point in grieving over spilled milk, the Sorcerer King is most likely taking advantage of our confusion and preparing something, we must not let our losses pull us down and blind us." Raymond replied.
The Cardinals placed their hands on the table and nodded, sensing this Raymond began to introduce the main topic,
"What I said about the Sorcerous King taking advantage of our confusion is already taking place."
Their brows lifted,
"What do you mean by that?" Berenice asks,
"Moments ago a letter came in." Raymond pauses, sensing the suspense faint drops of sweat start forming between the palms of the Cardinals. They slowly nodded telling Raymond to continue,
"A letter from the Sorcerous Kingdom..."
"What did it say?" Yvon Jasna Dracrowa, the Cardinal of Light asked.
From the way Raymond was speaking it was not that bad but it couldn't be good. The same question swam across the minds of the other beings in the room.
"Just throw it away," Dominic commented.
"No, I want to hear this." Berenice responded to Dominic.
Raymond took a deep breath and took his time exhaling people speaking,
"The Sorcerous Kingdom is requesting for permission to send an envoy to the Theocracy."
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