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Slane Theocracy, Kami Miyako, Gaultz Amphitheatre
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"That's some reflective armour you have there," Asher said as he looked at Zesshi.
"Oh? You took notice of the armour the god of light cherished?" Zesshi sneered as if attempting to mock Asher.
It was hard to tell if she hated Asher or was just joking. Either way, what she said did not invoke a reaction, rather it had no chance to invoke one.
Perhaps she wanted Asher to fight seriously by taunting him?
"Might you tell me the effects of your Scythe?" Asher questioned,
"This is one of the weapons of the God of Death, Surshana." Zesshi replied proudly as she lifted up the Scythe with both hands presenting it.
That lesser being inclined to call itself a God of Death? How distasteful
"Oho? Interesting."
The small crowd around the amphitheatre went quiet. Although it would be fine if they continued their conversation given the vast amount of area between them and the fighters they still kept their mouths shut. This was the beginning of a special moment.
Well... there weren't many people anyway due to the secrecy of Asher but there were a dozen or two sitting on the seats of the Amphitheatre.
According to Raymond that armour Zesshi was wearing came from the god of light, it was not specified whether or not the god used it as its main attire or not but even if he did it was an important note to remember.
A gloomy black aura snoozed out of the point black scythe Zesshi wielded over her shoulders, it was a cross-shaped War Scythe, it had razor shark silver outlining on the blade. It was easily told just from looking at it that when sliced there would be a poisoning effect of some type.
This fight set up by the Cardinals was only to collect information about the strength of Asher and to also satisfy the longing desire of Zesshi.
Knowing this Asher decided that he would have to decline his skills and abilities and use a little as possible but still triumph.
That would be cutting his magic use to eighth tier and hopefully rely solely on his physical strength than his magical strength.
[Sword Of Michael] was a blade given to Asher by Pandora's Actor through the treasury and is his main weapon but he did not want to use this, so he urged the Cardinals to give him a sword from their treasury. Which was graciously accepted.
Asher held an unremarkable sword, but from the looks of it it was not that bad, the blade was magically enchanted and testing a few swings it was light and suitable.
Of course, a being on par with a Floor Guardian fighting an unknown enemy was extremely dangerous so after messaging Shaltear on [Message] about the situation Nigredo who was experienced in information gathering kept a close eye on Asher.
Asher slightly shuddered as he felt that gaze.
Rather, he felt the gaze of the entirety of Nazarick, it would seem that Nigredo is streaming this live on [Crystal Monitor] for all of Nazarick to see.
It was a necessary act if a Nazarick denizen were to fight another suspicious being. If something went wrong and Asher could not ask for assistance through [Message] then with the powers of Nigredo Shaltear would effortlessly swoop in and deal with it along with any other guardians who were watching the match.
The Theocracy had set up precautions against foreign information magic but it was only strong enough for the Thousands League Astrologer to get a blurry glimpse at what was happening but to someone like Nigredo who was specialized in information magic, there was no trouble passing through that petty security.
The Cardinals were sitting expectantly on the balcony with their hands creased, they were leaned forward on their chairs touching the tables.
It was decided that the battle would be called by Raymond, but before Raymond could call it Zesshi begins,
"[Limit Breaker], [Boost], [Greater Boost], [Ability Enhance], [Luck], [Greater Luck], [Evasion], [Body Strengthening], [Enhanced Magic Resistance], [Flow Acceleration], [Full Throttle], [Gale Acceleration], [Grand Power Strike], [Instant Counter]!"
A thin dim light began to cover Zesshi's entire body.
Sensing minor tension Asher prepared himself, his wings sprout out and he went into a stance with his sword.
With four huge wings, Asher looked as if he was a cherry for picking.
Raymond saw this and called,
"Begin."
From the Cardinal's seats, a bright shining light appeared for a slight second before disappearing into dust.
This indicated the match to begin.
Zesshi's entire body disappeared into thin air leaving only the lasting of her Scythes Aura behind.
After disappearing Zesshi appeared behind Asher slashing her scythe towards Asher.
This broke the distance between the two.
"Oh? So fast." Asher said as he dashed forward dodging the attack.
Standing only a few meters away from each other Zesshi again lunged forward with her Scythe ready to swing.
This was parried by Asher's sword as he quickly turned around.
Sparkes ignited from the impact and the smell of grinded metal seeped into both of their noses.
"You possess great physical strength for someone of your age," Asher said as he pushed Zesshi's scythe down with a sword.
Attempting to push back Zesshi gruntingly responds.
"I may not look like it but I'm far surpassing the age of anyone in this arena." Zesshi then pulled back and hit Asher again, only to be blocked.
Jumping and leaping the two beings exchanged blows that vibrated across the Amphitheatre.
The crowd was silent, along with the Cardinals who had their hands on the table looking down.
Asher studied Zesshi's armour, it looked just like an item from YGGDRASIL, it's defensive capabilities looked solid and it looked fairly made. The question would be, was it a divine class item?
If its armour from a lesser being then it being a divine class item might be probable.
Asher sceptically glared at the armour as his thoughts travelled through his brain. In the end, he got tired of thinking and very secretly cast,
[Appraisal Magic Item]
He made sure not to have anyone notice the spell as he cast it, the results that bloomed was surprising,
It really is a divine class item! I have to tell this to Ainz-sama when I'm finished.
Divine class items were items that the guild Ainz Ooal Gown had, while they were less rare than World Items obtaining them was still far too difficult, some guild members were drenched in divine class items while others lacked it replacing it with high-class or legendary items so Zesshi, wearing divine class items in every nick of her body was beyond surprising.
But that did not determine the ending of the battle as Asher and Zesshi continued to slash weapons together.
Physical strength was expected to come from an angelic being who boasted great power from the gods but Zesshi noticed that Asher despite being an angel did not use any magical properties, so in slight anger, she shouts,
"What are you doing? Are you taking this seriously? Fight me with all you have!"
She was frowning as she gripped her scythe.
Hearing this statement Asher replies,
"What are you complaining about? This is just the beginning."
With that said, Asher did not give Zesshi time to react as he speedily marched towards Zesshi swinging his sword horizontally.
The sword hit her breastplate and the force made her fly back all the way to the edge of the arena.
Hitting the wall Zesshi coughed out blood. There were minor scratches on her armour but due to its magical properties, it fixed itself up only after a few seconds.
"Arghh!" She shouted, she then used her scythe to stand back up and charged towards Asher.
Asher silently cast, "[Fly]" and flew towards the rear on the opposite side of Zesshi. But he saw that she was pacing him on foot, she was fast, really fast and had already reached him by the time he flew to the edge of the arena.
Asher did not need to use [Fly] to fly because he had angel wings, a racial perk from being an angel but using [Fly] also increased flexibility in the air and speed so sacrificing a little bit of MP was a fair price.
Adjusting her grip she swings upwards creating a strong wind shockwave causing Asher to stumble as he flew somewhere else.
During this confusion, Zesshi also cast, "[Fly]" And chased after Asher from behind.
From the looks of how fast she was going, she intended to quickly bring Asher back to the ground. She did lack MP to do so and wasting it purely on [Fly] would only lessen her chances of winning.
Her scythe swung towards Asher's back hitting it, fortunately being an angel the poisoning effects were invalid to cause any poisoning effects, although there are poisons that could harm him the poison Zesshi used did not affect him.
But that did not mean he was immune to pain as he felt a sharp cut - Which was immediately suppressed.
He turned around and clocked Zesshi with the guard of his sword causing her to fall back to the ground creating a thud noise.
He tried his best not to critically injure her with that hit.
Asher looked down at Zesshi who was lying face planted on the ground until-
"Wha-!"
He felt someone kick him from behind, and before his body could react to that kicking force his mouth instinctively moved,
"[Greater Teleportation]!"
Casting [Greator Teleportation] Asher appeared next to Zesshi's body, whom he just kicked down, but taking a look close he jabs the sword into the body with that small amount of damage the body suddenly turns black and disappears into thin air.
It was a clone.
"You surprised me," Asher said as he looked up. The real body was still in the air standing and glaring at him.
Not giving him a reply Zesshi cuts off [Fly] and allowed gravity to possess her as she landed on the arena floor.
Asher skidded across the ground creating a distance between him and Zesshi as he cast, "[Angel Feather]". A fifth tier spell.
Rings of white lights extending two meters long and wide appeared in front of Asher and shot straight towards Zesshi.
All Asher had to do is exhaust Zesshi and make her use as many skills as possible in order to collect as much information as possible and decide how big of a threat she is.
With a slash of a Scythe, the circles of light disappear.
Up where the Cardinals were their hands were occupied as they were too busy jotting down words on their papers. They raised their heads momentarily in order to keep updated on the battle and kept writing, not one of them rested, Raymond went so far as to stare at the battle as he trusted his hands to write properly without looking down.
The Captain was sweating bullets as he saw, for the first time, Zesshi being challenged in a fight.
"With this, that undead will have no chance," The captain said as he turned his head over to the Cardinals.
As expected they did not reply, their hands did not stop moving and kept writing, but Raymond not looking over to the Captain replied,
"Yes, that undead king will be banished from the earth,"
The two beings charged towards each other with weapons ready to attack.
As Asher charged he heard the small conversation up in the Cardinal's seats and grit his teeth, but he ignored it.
A sharp metal clanging noise was created with the impact of both blades creating sparkes of light, with the force of two physically strong beings colliding they separated several meters apart.
"I have to give it to you, you really are strong," Asher said still in a fighting stance, his smile was still etched on his face. It looked too passive and calming that it made the bystanders question whether or not he was mocking Zesshi.
Sweating oceans Zesshi takes a few short breathes before replying,
"Of course... I am, I'm a godkin after... all.., a descendant of one of the Six Great Gods."
She was exhausted from all that, perhaps it was because she depleted half of her MP from using [Fly]. That just proved that she was a physical fighter but still possessed magical capabilities that of a strong magic caster. But it still looked as if she could continue fighting.
Asher raised his arm and pointed towards Zesshi, she tilted her head before noticing that Asher was repetitively curling his fingers beckoning her as if to say, 'Get up, continue fighting'.
"If the blood of the gods runs through your veins then prove it, come at me,"
He was taunting her. Asher deviously smirked at the breathless elf.
Zesshi did not respond but swung her spear from where she was, "[Solitary Wave]!"
She released a similar attack of that of Asher except the substance that flew out of her scythe was jet-black and an arched shape, it rapidly charged towards Asher who cast, [Greater Agility], [Fly]."
Using [Fly] Asher dodged the attack but Zesshi could not let that happen and shouted,
"Oh no you don't!"
Quickly adjusting her stance she jumps from the floor using impressive physical strength until she reached Asher face to face in the air, she then silently cast, [Fly] in order to keep herself up momentarily, with the state she is in now holding that spell was foolish, so she made sure to remind herself to decast the spell once she lands a hit.
Swinging her scythe down with all her strength she tries to slice Asher's head.
Except she hears a familiar clashing sound, Asher blocked her attack again.
Holding his sword with one hand above him he deflected her scythe, using his other vacant hand he lunges towards Zesshi placing his hand on her stomach,
"[Granviour Javelin]"
In an instant Zesshi's body, like a bullet, shoots back to the ground. She was shot down so fast that visible airwaves appeared almost like smoke. Confusion would surely set if someone were to blink at the wrong time while looking at this.
The entire amphitheatre trembled vigorously, no one would be surprised if it felt like an earthquake on the surface.
While Zesshi possessed great offensive capabilities that far surpasses a battle maid and possibly matched Demiurge's her defence and magical resistance was a joke, perhaps it was her divine-class armour that protected her from serious injuries when she was hammered to the ground.
From high up, as an angel should be Asher spread his arms and wings and spoke in a commanding tone,
"Zesshi Zetsumei, do you not see the disparity between our power? Why not give up? Your efforts are futile if you want to defeat me."
Zesshi struggled to get back up without the help of her Scythe began to cough out large amounts of blood, her magical armour healed instantly but her body was covered in scratches and dirt, she replied,
"As if Cough I'd give Cough up."
Blood splattered to the ground every few words. She had wiped the blood off her mouth as she strugglingly stood back up, she was breathing heavily, that last attack took a toll on her body.
What a stubborn elf
It was an eighth-tier touch spell, [Granviour Javelin] when touched by the offending player the victim would get immediately pushed back until another force stopped them, in this case, it was the amphitheatre grounds, it was a very effective spell if players wanted to troll with lower levelled players but its effects were drastically lowered when used against higher levelled beings.
That was because of the devs of YGGDRASIL nerfed it to only affect lower levelled players.
The fight was not long but Asher got all he needed and with the entirety of Nazarick watching over this fight this was enough.
If he continued then it would be a game of kicking and punching an undying powerless foe, if she was this persistent then hours would fly for no good reason. If she had no other magical skills then he might as well end it here.
Asher flew back to the ground to where Zesshi was struggling to stand up, she was using her scythe to assist her as she tried to stand.
Right now the scythe was her only source of balance and the only thing keeping her up on one knee.
Shaking she saw Asher who was descending and before she could react she felt a sudden course of gravity.
Asher kicked her scythe over, with that her entire body fell back to the ground.
With that earlier blast, there was no way she had the power to stand up.
"Garrgh..."
She reached out her hands and tried to grab Asher's feet.
"It is futile," Asher said with cold distant eyes, his expression was blank and jaded as if looking down at trash, "Give up" His voice was deeply condescending.
Before he could begin to break Zesshi's will to fight he hears a loud voice.
"That's enough! The fight is over, I thank you for your cooperation, Asher-sama.".
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Ninth Floor, Albedo's Room
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"It seems the information you sent is accurate," A black-haired beauty said as she crossed her legs leaning the paper down back on the table. The paper contained information regarding Zesshi's abilities and powers given by the captured Black Scripture members.
"My gracious thanks, Albedo-sama" Neuronist says as she bows.
"I should be thanking you for this, Neruonist." Albedo said in a formal tone, she then warmly smiled towards Neuronist, "You may return to your duties."
With that said Neuronist left the room.
The room Albedo was handed was equivalent to a Supreme Being's room, the bed beside her was well surpassing a meter extending at least three meters long, the entire room was spaciously expansive, the reflective black chandelier radiated blue magical light that filled the entire room.
Albedo sat on a couch in front of her bed, a wooden table was in front of her and Neuronist stood adjacent to her. On the opposite side was Demiurge, Mare, Aura and Sebas, they have been relieved off work for this occasion.
Every single Floor Guardian kept their faces forward, looking left at the entrance or looking at the table of where the Crystal Monitor is, they did not want to invoke an unwanted reaction from Albedo because... While the room was elegantly rich and luxurious there were features that disturbed the Floor Guardians.
Dolls made by bones shaped as Ainz were on shelves near the bed and on the bed were seven body pillows of Ainz without his robe in questionable positions.
The carpet below them was sewed to look as Ainz and figures of Ainz filled part of the room, specifically speaking, one half of the room was normal while the other was not.
During the entire time, Mare was sweating uncomfortably while the others pretended to be unfazed.
The flag of Ainz Ooal Gown hanged on the wall but seemed to have wrinkles, perhaps Albedo forgot to iron it? Or she did not have time.
By now someone would have scolded Albedo for leaving the guild flag of Ainz Ooal Gown tattered to that degree but since her workload just drastically increased they were surprised she was even holding this meeting.
After the battle ended Albedo shut off [Crystal Monitor]. Demiurge, Mare, Aura and Sebas were gathered to Albedo's room to watch the fight and observe.
For special reasons Cocytus stayed at the Lizardmen village, Aura questioned why but Demiurge seemed insistent that Cocytus stays there, so, in the end, Cocytus had to watch the battle unfold alone and analyse the battle from there.
"That was a pretty cool battle, as expected of Asher." Aura speaks,
"Y-Y...Yeah, Asher-sama was r-really strong."
"Indeed, it is only expected, he was created by Ainz-sama after all." Albedo proudly stated with a self-centred smirk, "Say, Demiurge, what do you think the armour this Zesshi Zetsumei wore during the fight?"
Demiurge who was quiet the entire time adjusted his glasses with his two fingers before replying,
"So you've noticed it as well? Yes, it really is interesting but we can not determine whether or not it is divine-class through a monitor - Rather, Asher should relay information about it once he returns."
The twins confusingly looked at Demiurge, Demiurge was sitting on the opposite end of the where Sebas sat, the twins were the barrier that kept them distant.
"Hm, that's true, then, let us commence, the Seventy Eighth Floor Guardian Meeting, it is a shame that Cocytus cannot be here with us today."
"It can't be helped, Cocytus is needed at the Lizardmen Village, it is necessary for Ainz-sama's plans," Demiurge replied.
"By the way, where is that flat-chested vampire?" Aura asked,
Looking around the room Shaltear was nowhere to be found, every floor guardian, besides Victim, Gargantua and Cocytus, were present. That was because Shaltear was sitting next to Nigredo in her room watching the live feed directly from Nigredo's screen in order to deal with any problems if something bad were to occur during the fight.
But she had been notified to return to Albedo's room once the fight was over.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
"Oya? Did I hear pipsqueak talk? Oh~? Perhaps your range of sound is below that of my ears that I couldn't hear properly, shorty."
"Shut up fake tits,"
"Huh?! What did you say?!"
Mare looked at his feet not wanting to get pulled into the situation and Sebas blatantly looked on as a bystander. Demiurge smirked as he watched them both quarrel.
"I said you have fake tits, you fake tits." Aura sneered back as she crossed her arms.
"You..."
"Alright, that's enough," Albedo says as she claps her hands, "Take a seat Shaltear,"
Gritting her teeth Shaltear stomps towards the couch, Demiurge shifted over, the couch was spacious he did not need to but he did it anyway, only to lower the chances of an already angry Shaltear lashing out at him.
Mare acted as a buffer zone as Aura and Shaltear glared at each other. Small tears welled up in Mare's eyes as the tension besides him grew suffocating.
"Then, the first topic of the Floor Guardian meeting."
Every being in the room leaned forward and opened their ears in anticipation.
"It would seem as if that Demiurge's predictions were correct,"
"You flatter me, Albedo, but I am certain that it was a stroke of luck." Demiurge humbly stated as he smiled.
"Come on Demiurge! Praise your self more, you should act happy!" Aura shouted childishly from the other side of the couch. She raised her arm and clenched her fist waving it around cutely in protest.
"That's right~arinsu, it's not every day you successfully calculate Ainz-sama's actions."
"Ugh"
The sound came from Aura.
"What is it shorty?"
"It's disgusting how you're agreeing with me."
"Shut u-"
Before another argument could ignite Demiurge interrupts,
"Thank you for your recognition but it was only because of Ainz-sama's will that my predictions were correct. Otherwise, he would not let me sneer into his wonderous plans."
"That aside what Supreme Being should we talk about today?" Sebas asked. He too was silent this entire time, other than greeting the floor guardians this was the first time he spoke ever since walking into the room.
"Today it would be Peroroncino-sama."
Shaltear's eyes lit up, learning things about her creator was a heavenly thing.
With that everyone's eyes turned to Shaltear.
"First off, a maid reported that while cleaning Peroroncino-sama's room she had found a thick book with the title of, 'Hentai'."
Everyone in the room said, "Ooh?" in unison.
"This word, 'Hentai', does anyone have an idea of what it is?"
The Floor Guardians shook their heads signalling that they had no clue and looked at Shaltear.
Under pressure Shaltear stumblingly replies,
"Me? Eh? Well... I heard Peroroncino-sama talk about it with the other Supreme Beings but I do not have a clue about what it is."
"Talk about it with the other Supreme Beings..?"
"Perhaps it is some sort of magical property or a specialized race from YGGDRASIL," Demiurge suggested,
"Well, I've never heard of that in my life," Aura replied, "But if it is a book from Peroroncino-sama's room can you ask Ainz-sama for permission to take it?"
Albedo scratched her face and looked down,
"Well... Um... The thing is... What happened was..."
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"But Ainz-sam-"
"No Albedo! You must not! Do not open that book! Where did you find it?!" Ainz shouted,
"It was in a closet in Peroroncino-sama's room, Ainz-sama."
"Order the maids the retrieve it immediately, no, it's better to burn it right there. Actually, order them to hand it over immediately and order them to NOT open the book under any circumstances!"
"Yes, Ainz-sama!" Albedo replied as she ran out of the room.
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"That's what happened..."
"Hm, then we can assume that it is an extremely dangerous magical item," Demiurge states as he puts his hand on his chin.
"Most likely." Albedo replied.
"If it can make Ainz-sama flustered then... a world item of sorts?"
"If it is a world item that Peroroncino-sama talked about a lot..."
"But I've only heard of eleven world items that the supreme beings managed to gather, there has never been news of a twelfth." Albedo states, "Hm... it will be faster if we contact Pandora's Actor about this."
"You're right~arinsu." Shaltear replies with her hand on her chin.
"Then, on to the next topic..."
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"Arrrgghh, my head hurts, I want to go to sleep!" Aura complained as she leaned on Sebas's shoulder. Hours passed as Demiurge and Albedo were discussing various topics related to the Supreme beings.
During the time Sebas did not say a word, he was intelligent but not smart enough to comprehend or offer opinions between the two highest intellects of Nazarick. He looked at Aura and allowed her to rest her head on him.
"Thank you Sebas..." Aura's muffled voice was heard as her face was planted on his arm. Sebas made a reminder to clean his clothes right after.
Next to Aura was Mare, he was sleeping on Shaltear's lap quietly snoring, he was curled up into almost a ball as his face was planted in Shaltear's stomach, her huge [Fake] breasts covered Mare's head.
The scene before them looked nostalgic and heartwarming.
"Then, the Floor Guardian meeting is over, my apologies Demiurge, I think I hurt your scheduled time for work."
"It's fine Albedo. Then I shall begin preparations for my visit to the Slane Theocracy." Demiurge replies.
With that Shaltear woke up Mare and one by one the Floor Guardians began to leave the room.
Until Albedo was the only one left.
With everyone gone Albedo stands up and walks over to the corner of the room, she looks at the flag of Ainz Ooal Gown that was quickly hanged on the wall.
She grabbed it and threw it down. With the flag on the floor, she began to repeatedly stomp on it, with gritted teeth she grabbed it and crumbled it into a ball and threw it back down.
"Worthless" She quietly mumbled.
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Sorcerous Kingdom, E-Rantel, Shining Golden Pavilion
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Pandora's Actor took a sip from an elegant looking cup. He was in the form of Narberal.
After entering the high-class hotel the nobles caught glances at Ainz and Pandora's Actor as they were escorted to their temporary waiting rooms.
Ainz and Pandora's Actor sat adjacent to each other on a red cushioned couch decorated with gold and jewels. Ainz felt mildly uncomfortable sitting next to Pandora's Actor. Normally denizens of Nazarick would sit on the opposite side or kneel but this was Pandora's Actor, he was a special egg.
The Overlord leaned back as he rested his arm on the armrest he took a well practised regal position, right now he wasn't wearing his helmet so his skull was open for anyone to see.
Looking around the room was very luxurious with expensive decorations, looking further there were paintings, rare plants and exotic furniture, it seems as if the founders of this hotel designed this room for a king than a noble, but nonetheless compared to the Ninth Floor of Nazarick such a room could be compared to the janitor's closet.
In front of them was a polished wooden table holding one fancy-looking cup and an equally astonishing jar next to Ainz's helmet, Ainz did not bother to take a drink, he couldn't.
When arriving at the opulent waiting room reserved for mainly higher nobles Ainz had ordered the waiter to not enter the room for an hour and had Pandora's Actor request permission to meet with the Queen, if Ainz wanted to speed up the process and knock on the door and begin discussions immediately he would have done so, but there was something much more important.
Nigredo streamed the battle of Asher fighting Zesshi live and Ainz along with the entirety of Nazarick was watching.
Ainz watched it with Pandora's Actor on his [Cyrstal Monitor]. The fight was interesting, the ace of the Theocracy stood up against Asher, but the armour she wore, it looked as if it was an item of YGGDRASIL, that'll be one thing to question Asher once he gets back.
Of course, he made sure to tell Nigredo to record the battle and have Cocytus and Demiurge closely analyse Zesshi.
By now Neruonist would have finished collecting information from the Slane Theocracy scripture members, Ainz made sure to remember to ask Neuronist that too.
"Pandora's Actor, what do you think of about this Zesshi Zetsumei," Ainz questioned.
While he sounded ignorant of his surroundings by asking something as suggestive as that, such a thing was not true.
Ainz had cast dozens of anti-detection spells along and security spells to make sure no one could hear or go in into the room.
"To a fraction of the denizens of Nazarick, she is a formidable opponent and even if she cannot defeat a Floor guardian the threat still remains. She is dangerous." Pandora's Actor replied in the form of Narberal.
"Hm, that is true, we cannot underestimate our enemy - Then until Neuronist returns with faithful information we shall commence the beginning of that phase of the plan."
"Of course Ainz-sama," Pandora's Actor replied.
"Hm, then, let go."
Pandora's Actor nodded as he stood up, this was followed by Ainz as he walked towards the door and opened it.
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Footsteps of three men were heard as they walked down a narrow hallway, one, in particular, created metal clanging noises each step.
The person leading the charge was the manager, who was informed of Ainz's arrival.
Silver chandeliers powered by magic lined the widened hallway as the three beings walked down, each footstep was mildly muffled because of the red carpet that laid there.
The manager stayed quiet and did not say a word, and rightfully so, having adventurers of the highest tier that served a nation go to another nation's leader to speak was a frightening concept.
"What are you looking at? Disgusting worm, remove your gaze before I gouge your eyes out," Pandora's Actor snapped at the manager.
"My deepest apologies!" The manager jumped as he lowered his gaze to his feet.
Uwah... too harsh.
"Nabe, we are almost there, calm down."
"Of course, Momon-sa-an."
With that the mood turned awkward, no one dared to speak.
A few minutes passed and the manager, still keeping his head down, speaks,
"Momon-sama, we have arrived,"
"Thank you, we'll take it from here now," Ainz said as he waved the manager goodbye.
With that, the manager quickly left Ainz and Pandora's Actor.
There were two guards stations outside the door talking to each other, they had fairly pricey armour and silver guard swords, but when they saw Momon walking towards them their talking ceased, both from his presence and envy on how luxurious his armour was.
"Good day, Momon-dono, we have been expecting you." The guard greeted.
"Good afternoon gentlemen," Ainz replied,
One of the guards walked into the room, presumably to inform the advisor and the queen that the adventurers arrived. It took less than a few minutes before Ainz and Pandora's Actor to be allowed in.
The room was considerably spacious, a few more than ten guards stood inside the room and stared at Ainz as they walked in.
The furniture of the room looked just as luxurious as the waiting room Ainz was waiting in, Ainz and Pandora's Actor were lead into a room to a high-class looking couch, they sat down waiting for the advisor or the queen to arrive.
The guards quickly left the room leaving only Ainz and Pandora's Actor alone in the soundless room.
After waiting for a while the door creaked open, a man wearing a fairly noble outfit walked into the room, with his long trimmed beard and professional smile it created a business type of air as he walked in. It seemed as if he was trained for settings like this.
But aside from his professional-looking smile, he seemed to be in a rush and a slight panic.
The Draconic advisor, Granduer La Niguah walked into the room.
"Good afternoon, Momon-dono, Narberal-dono," He said as he took a seat on the couch on the opposite side of the room.
He than unwinded his arm and went for a handshake.
Ainz too reached out and shook his hand. Even though Ainz was an undead wearing plated gloves he still felt the sweat coming from the advisor's palms.
"It is a pleasure to meet you," Ainz greeted back.
"I'd say the same thing, you may call me Granduer, now," The advisor put his hands on his thighs and questions, "You understand why you are here, correct?"
"Of course, the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown ordered us to come here, to deal with the beastmen I presume," Ainz replied.
There was a slight expression of dissatisfaction on the Advisor's face when he heard those words, but he replied,
"That is correct, our nation has been put under pressure due to the actions of the beastmen, that is why we, the Draconic Kingdom, request your assistance in dealing with this issue,"
Ainz laced his hands together and spoke,
"Of course, we are most inclined to help,"
"If that is the case, then my deepest appreciations,"
"May I ask about the details regarding the beastmen?" Ainz asked.
"Ah, of course, Momon-dono, but my abstrusest apologies, I can only offer a slim summary of the situation here - You will be informed of the intensity of the situation once we return to the Draconic Kingdom,"
"Is that so? Then can you inform me of the brief summary?"
The advisor took a deep breath before speaking,
"Currently the border towns have been occupied by the beastmen and there have been reports of beastmen scouts in the capital, they are on their feet running towards the inner cities as we speak. We lack the manpower to defend the country, that is why we are asking you for your full assistance."
The advisor continued,
"We must hurry and return to our Kingdom, do not worry about your travel expenses, we have paid all in full for the carriages along with food and water, there is not a second to waste,"
He seemed very stressed and tired, the exchange between him and Ainz was very short, that proved how dire the situation was in the Draconic Kingdom.
"Of course, Nabe and I are ready to leave at any time,"
"Perfect, once again, I deeply thank you for your assistance,"
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Hey hey, review please?
There are some problems such as the virus, COVID-19, because of this my writing time has halted to a drastic degree, my internet shut down every hour so it was difficult to write.
*** It's not like I stressfully wrote 6000 words in three days pfft***
Other than that the reviews I have been getting makes me genuinely happy and is the source of motivation and why I continue writing this fic.
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