Chapter IX: Deals and friends
Evil-Eye hated politics. In a world of wars, massacres and catastrophes, discussing and going as far as arguing over things that should be common sense were plain stupid. However, it was far worse to be stuck in the middle of gathering where it was all politics. It felt like being stuck back at the royal court with Lakyus and the others. In fact, the similarities were rather disturbing.
Lord Ainz sat on his throne, like the King, and everyone addressed him nearly as eminently as they would King Ramposa. Much like in court, though, things always devolved into shouting and arguing. Evil-Eye had to admit, though, she had yet to see the nobles start a brawl mid-session.
The people at the gathering had come from all corners of the King's lands and they had all brought different issues they wanted to discuss with everyone else, although most particularly Lord Ainz. There were those worried about the corrupt noblemen, the retainers that run amok terrorizing commoners, the expansion of Eight Fingers and, of course, the upcoming Annual War. Evil-Eye, and her companions, hadn't expected to hear mention of some sort of dark entity within the Great Forest of Tob, though, dubbed the "Great Shadow".
Still, it was a dull and boring affair, even with the fist-fights to liven up the mood. By the time the meeting had ended, Evil-Eye and her friends had the urge to flee. Tia and Tina disappeared, of course, and Gagaran marched off at the mention of mead somewhere. Lakyus, on the other hand, tried to speak to the chieftains and chiefs, if only to try to show that they weren't forgotten by the Golden Princess.
Hence, Evil-Eye was pretty much left to her own devices. She wandered out of the great hall of Carne Village and immediately flew off to its roof, unwilling to traverse the crowded village center on foot. Under the late evening sky, Evil-Eye watched the flock of people down below.
The meeting had ended for that day, but everyone had some reason to keep speaking. It would have been foolish to assume people had gathered just for Lord Ainz. People wanted to trade news, exchange information, confirm rumors they had heard and, perhaps, discuss trade. It was not uncommon for villages to seek each other out in times of need.
Evil-Eye, though, was more interested on Lord Ainz and his warrior-wives. Lady Albedo and Lady Shalltear were on a power scale of their own. Evil-Eye knew that if they so much wanted, those two could beat entire armies by themselves. The villager girl walking along with them, on the other hand, stood out like a sore thumb, especially with that attire of hers.
The petite mage studied Lord Ainz from afar. He smiled and talked with this human or that one, all with a happy tone and enthusiasm.
So far, he doesn't appear to be like the other evil-deities, thought Evil-Eye.
And just like she feared, Evil-Eye found herself reminiscing about a time long past, a time when she had a different group of travelling companions. This time, however, other, deeper memories she purposely repressed were summoned thanks to Lord Ainz. The shape of his eyes, his foreign looks, the language, even the green-skinned goblins… they all made Evil-Eye's long dead heart ache.
Lord Ainz must have come from the same lands as him, thought Evil-Eye.
The possibility made Evil-Eye eager to ask the evil deity. Of course, she knew better, but the desire remained.
Her gaze jumped over to a specific angel, noticeable with the two wings protruding from the crowd. Evil-Eye squinted at him. Something about that guy rubbed Evil-Eye the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that, like her, he was very secretive of his identity. The difference, and the thing that actually bothered Evil-Eye, was that she actually had a good reason to hide herself; she was a vampire amidst humans. Negan, on the other hand, was an undeniable angel… so why was he so secretive?
I don't know, but that angel reminds me of someone, mentally hummed Evil-Eye.
In any case, she watched as Lord Ainz departed, marching off towards the rear gate. Negan and Enri were left behind, while the dark lord left with Lady Albedo and Lady Shalltear. Evil-Eye leaned forward and zeroed on the angel and peasant-turned-warchief. Perhaps it was a good moment to sneak around and try to figure out what was the deal with the angel.
She paused, though, when she noticed that someone was also there at the roof. Evil-Eye casually glanced sideways, only to come across a smiling Lady Lupusregina. She waved at the petite vampire, who only scoffed and looked away.
I guess I'll spy on Negan when there are less people around here, thought Evil-Eye. But I will get to the bottom of this!
Ignoring the redhead near her, Evil-Eye jumped off and activated the flight spell. Once in the air, she searched for her companions outside the village. As she had expected, she was quick to spot them. A good distance away, at the center of a grass field, a small campfire was being lit.
Evil-Eye landed and ignored the way Lady CZ2128 stared at her. The warrior-wife looked like she wasn't even alive, and that was saying something coming from an undead. However, Evil-Eye walked past her straight to her new companions.
There, Lakyus was being teased by Gagaran, while Tia and Tina quietly smirked on each side of their leader. They all fell silent when they saw her. Then, as one, they smiled, clearly happy to see their favorite spell-caster. None was happier than Lakyus, who now had means to avoid Gagaran's attention.
Evil-Eye smiled at Lakyus, even if the blonde couldn't see it.
As she sat down next to Tina, Evil-Eye looked at the skies, thankful about her little reprieve from loneliness. And yet, a tiny terrifying thought lingered in her mind.
If Lord Ainz is like Riku… does that mean he has the same power growth? She pondered.
The thought made her shiver with dread.
Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself, also known as the Golden Princess, looked at the fighting warriors in the training courtyard below with a gentle smile. Alone in the balcony and clad in a pearl blue dress, she was a sight to behold. Many knights and warriors below were giving their best if only to catch a glance from the Princess. Her eyes, though, were on one person.
Climb was training against the Chief Warrior himself. The man had a smile as he parried and blocked, all while Climb kept that stern serious face Renner was used to, no matter how much he tried to land a blow on Stronoff.
Finally, the Chief Warrior went on the offensive. Renner could tell he held back considerably, but even then poor Climb could barely keep up, with Stronoff overwhelming him step by step. If the Chief Warrior was any less of a master of the sword, perhaps Renner would have looked forward to tending to a bruised Climb… but that would never happen.
Climb fell on his butt, scowling, while Stronoff stood over him, his blunt sword aimed at Climb's chest. The big man playfully poked Climb, much to the boy's annoyance. However, beneath that serious scowl of his, Renner could make a smile on Climb's face.
Renner's stared, unblinking, as her Climb gave Stronoff the look… that same look of admiration that belonged to her. Renner, though, merely tilted her head and placed a finger on her chin. Anyone looking at her would have assumed she was merely thinking, no doubt something about the state of the kingdom. They would, sadly, be quite mistaken…
Every day, my Climb strays further and further from his leash. You've already have a master, Climb, Renner thought.
She didn't blame Climb, though. No, the true culprit was the man helping Climb to his feet, the same man that laughed and clasped a hand on Climb's shoulder. Renner's eyes zeroed on the contact, only to scrutinize the way her Climb beamed at the Chief Warrior.
Her sharp gaze did not leave the two even after she made the sound of footsteps next to her.
"Hello, dear brother," she said.
She didn't need to even glance to know it was none other than Zanac who stood next to her. She also knew he was probably standing warily, even fearfully. If she pried her eyes from her Climb, she probably would see an apprehensive grimace on his face. Of course, Renner couldn't care less about her brother and instead kept staring at Climb.
"Sister," he begrudgingly said. "I see you are enjoying the view..."
"Much like any other lady or lord, wouldn't you say?" Renner casually added.
She absentmindedly gestured around them. Indeed, across the various balconies, young noblewomen and servants watched the men at the courtyard, some giggling and murmuring, others staring intently. There were also noblemen, betting on whose knight or warrior was superior or boasting about their son, cousin, second cousin or whatever being the better fighter.
"People do have a lot of time in their hands around here," grumbled Zanac with disapproval.
Zanac tried to stand tall, hands behind him like a serious leader would. Sadly, with his short stature, protruding belly and round face, he came off as a poor imitation of King Ramposa. Not that Renner cared. Her attention was solely on Climb, who was being teased by the members of the Warrior Troop.
By the way Zanac gave a step away from her, Renner's face might have morphed without her meaning to. She regained the beautiful smile and looked at Zanac. He wasn't convinced, though. He hadn't been since they had been very young.
"I've noticed your plaything has been hanging out a lot with the Warrior Troop as of late," stated Zanac.
"He has," nodded Renner.
"And Father has also increased his education," Zanac tentatively added.
"That's correct."
Zanac seemed unsure whether to carry on with the conversation.
"You should be happy then?" Zanac said, unsure. "They are trying to make your little toy worthy of the hand of the Third Princes."
"Perhaps," replied Renner.
Down below, Climb seemed to look comfortable among the warriors as he watched Stronoff spar with someone else. Too comfortable, in Renner's opinion. Even if he maintain the stern intense look he was known for, Renner could not ignore the way his eyes followed the duel with interest, and a hint of smile appeared at whatever the men around him shouted or murmured.
"While I did not mean to interrupt your… pastime... there was something I wished to discuss," Zanac said.
Climb laughed as one of the huscarls below wrapped an arm around him, and another no doubt teased the poor boy about something.
"I suspect you are finally making a proper move for the throne?" Mused Renner.
Zanac grimaced at that.
"Come now, dear brother, it isn't hard to tell what your next move is," Renner said. "You have acquired quite the powerful vassals with the Knights of the Red Drop and, from what I can tell, Marquis Raeven, one of the Great Nobles, is quite taken with you. I'm impressed big brother. In less than a year you have managed to establish yourself as quite a potential claimant for the throne."
Zanac scowled, but didn't say anything.
"And now, you seek my support," Renner mused.
"Do I even have to make an offer or do you know what I am willing to offer already?" Zanac said with a grimace.
"I suspect a much better offer than big brother, or our good brother-in-law," Renner said. "But that isn't saying much, is it?"
"Let me guess," said Zanac, with the first hint of amusement since he had shown up. "They both want you to marry some lord."
"Correct, my dear brother," said Renner. "You, on the other hand, are about to offer me complete freedom, are you not?"
Zanac struggled to keep a stoic even face.
"I was thinking more in the lines of either a quiet property somewhere isolated to do as you please or a place in court… maybe a minister of internal affairs, to carry on with your charities and social reforms," Zanac suggested.
"A place in court, for me? Why, dear brother, I didn't know you cared so much about me," said Renner.
Her smile never changed nor did her eyes shine with any actual joy. Zanac, in turn, averted his eyes, uncomfortable.
"I must admit, that's quite the offer," Renner said. "I am curious though, dear brother, what exactly are you seeking in exchange? I suspect it is not just my vocal and fervent declaration in support of your claim to the throne…"
Renner tilted her head.
"…could it be you want me to do something? Maybe gather a handful of allies to the cause…?"
Renner didn't react as Zanac kept staring off down below, uncomfortable by her soft tone.
"…or could it be you want me to help you gain the support of Lord Ainz Ooal Gown?"
Zanac deflated and tried to glare at her. It came off as a constipated fearful grimace. Poor Zanac had always been uncomfortable around her.
"Now I ask, why do you want the support of some fabled spell-caster? Many noblemen have already dismissed him in court. In fact, I don't remember hearing his name as of late, even as a gossip," said Renner.
"Most noblemen are fools," Zanac spat.
A bell rang and the courtyard started clearing. Spectators also departed, either exchanging gold or farewells. Only Climb and Stronoff remained, with the later talking about something that looked important, at least if Climb's intense and undivided attention was anything to go by.
Renner didn't need to be near what they were discuss. It was probably the same thing Renner had orchestrated Stronoff's assassination for.
As she watched, Renner wished Climb would look at her like that when she spoke. The intensity of his gaze, the respect in his posture, the adoration in his eyes… Renner craved it all. And yet, Stronoff received it instead. Of course he did. What was an adorable princess in comparison to the legendary Chief Warrior?
"This individual is already starting to be a headache, amassing a huge gathering with his mere presence," Zanac carried on, oblivious to his half-sister's thoughts. "However, the worst part is Stronoff."
"Indeed, Stronoff has been quite troublesome," absentmindedly hummed Renner.
Zanac was surprised by that, to the point he stared in shock for a few seconds before he could compose himself.
"Yes, well, with Stronoff whispering in Father's ears, Father is now interested in meeting Lord Ainz," Zanac said. "I'll admit, it would be wise to recruit an allegedly powerful spell-caster, but I would have preferred a far better response than just stand by and let Ainz Ooal Gown be so disruptive. For all we know, he is at this very moment igniting the sparks of rebellion. Sadly, Father is not the most pro-active of men…"
"And where do I come in, dear brother?" Asked Renner.
"I – ehm – yes, I have been told that you have sent your vassals to assess the situation," Zanac said, trying to act unperturbed by her presence. "Have they made contact?"
"They have," said Renner. "By the way, hasn't father told you? We are meeting Lord Ainz soon, actually."
"We're what?" Zanac blurted out. "But… he's miles away! Wasn't the gathering-?"
"That's right, dear brother, it would appear Lord Ainz Ooal Gown is, indeed, a talented magician," Renner interrupted, looking as a stranger approached Stronoff. "Actually, dear brother, I believe the meeting will be today."
Climb and the Chief Warrior frowned at the newcomer in the courtyard. Clad like a normal guardsman in leather armor and wielding a spear, the man approached them with strange indifference. Oh, Renner had to give the man some credit; he bowed and acted like a proper guardsman, but Renner's keen eye could tell the man was neither carrying an important message nor should such a lowly ranked soldier be so nonchalant within the palace. Zanac, always the oblivious type, appeared to ignore what was going on.
"Your vassals are quite efficient," remarked Zanac. "Did they attend the Gathering?"
"They did," said Renner. "You should have sent your own vassals instead of showing them off in court in the hopes of luring in potential allies."
"I- you see – I-I…" spluttered Zanac, only to sigh and nod. "Yes, you are correct. And here I was, berating father for lacking initiative." He frowned at her. "But back to the topic at hand, when is this meeting going to take place? Why didn't father inform me?"
Renner kept watching as Stronoff and Climb stared, dumbfounded, at the newcomer. Suddenly, they stiffened and stood up straight. Stronoff smirked and shook his head, while Climb dumbly stared off. Poor Climb, never the sharpest blade in the courtyard.
Even if the alleged guardsman acted friendly, Renner noticed that Stronoff kept a hand on his weapon, or rather the kingdom's weapon, Razor Edge. As the Chief Warrior and most trusted fighter for the king, Stronoff kept it with him at all times, even during training. Renner had never seen it unsheathed, though, nor Stronoff actually keep a hand on its hilt except when he felt a threat was nearby.
Finally, thought the Princess.
"Come, dear brother," Renner mused, turning around and walking off. "Or we might be late to the meeting."
"Huh?" Zanac mumbled ever so cleverly. "Wait, now?!"
She walked out of the balcony and into one of the palace corridors, past the knights of the Red Drop, including a squinting Sir Azuth. Zanac hurried to catch up to her, still confused.
"I do not understand," Zanac muttered, glancing at the servants and noblemen they came across. "Why wouldn't Father tell us anything?"
"First, because Father does not want to involve us with a potential threat," Renner said. "And secondly… because Father is yet to learn about his own meeting."
They took a turn and suddenly came across none other than the King, right in the middle of a wide corridor. With a cane in hand, he stood tall, even if the burden of his crown, which he had held for decades over his brow, had left a visible haggard look on him. Followed by secretaries and knights, he appeared to be on his way to an important meeting.
"Renner," King Ramposa said with a bright smile. His face dimmed ever so slightly as he spotted his second son. "Zanac…"
"Father," chorused the royal children.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" warmly said King Ramposa.
Just as he spoke, in marched Gazef Stronoff, next to Climb and the guardsman that had approached them at the courtyard.
"My King I-" Stronoff was saying, before noticing Renner and Zanac.
"Do not mind us, Chief Warrior," Renner said with her usual smile. "We are here to join your very important meeting."
"Meeting?" The King asked.
"Ehm, yes, my king," Stronoff awkwardly said, frowning at Renner. "The one about the – ehm – state of the Warrior Troop."
To his credit, King Ramposa masked his surprise and nodded. He studied the guardsman, before looking at Stronoff.
"This is not a meeting I intend for either of you, my children," Ramposa told Renner and Zanac.
"Truly father?" Renner said with a sad look on her face. "Zanac and I were looking forward to this meeting… there was so much we wished to share!"
Renner had been aware that had she shown up alone, the King might have found the strength to send her away. However, with her playing nice with Zanac, the King was forced to think it over.
"Shouldn't Zanac be present, at least?" Renner added.
And just as she knew it would happen, his father sighed and his shoulders slumped in defeat. Pathetic.
"Very well," the Monarch conceded, albeit with a proud smile.
He dismissed the people following him and led everyone else straight to a large and luxurious meeting room at the end of the palace.
Renner and Zanac found themselves seated on each side of the King, at the end of a long rectangular table, while Climb and Stronoff stood on each side of the guardsman, hands on their weapons. Climb kept glancing at Renner, looking guilty yet resolute in his current position. Renner, although she smiled, was greatly displeased.
"Now then," King Ramposa, with an admittedly imperious tone, said. "I believe you came earlier than what we had agreed…" He smiled without a hint of amusement or joy "…Lord Ainz Ooal Gown."
"My sincere apologies, your grace," said the guardsman.
The guardsmen smirked and raised a hand, from which he pulled out what looked like a bronze ring. No sooner had the ring slid out, the shape of the man blurred and changed. From the corner of her eyes, Renner saw Zanac's jaw go slack. King Ramposa's eyes only widened, but overall managed to keep a dignified demeanor. Renner, though, had a genuine smile at the being before her.
With expensive black robes, a majestic golden staff and glowing red eyes, Renner had to admit, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown was an impressive sight to behold.
"King Ramposa III," Lord Ainz said, bowing to the King. "Ah, you must be Prince Zanac…"
His nightmarish eyes turned to Renner, and a smirk stretched on his face.
"…and you must be the Golden Princess herself, Princess Renner," said Lord Ainz.
"Lord Ainz Ooal Gown," King Ramposa said. "A pleasure to meet you at long last."
"Likewise. As for my early arrival, I am afraid that unless I show up now, we would run out of time. I do have many chiefs and chieftains to continue speaking with at noon," said Lord Ainz with a smile. "Before I forget, allow me to introduce my companions."
He gestured at a side, and before anyone could react, two women materialized from thin air. Stronoff spun around, Razor Edge half way out its sheath. The women, both clad in what appeared to be some foreign maid attire, just remained as they were, by the window. One of them, the red-haired and dark-skinned one, actually smirked and waved playfully. The other one, with dark-hair and a bored expression, glared at Stronoff.
"These are Narberal Gamma and Lupusregina Beta," Lord Ainz said.
The two women masked their expressions and gave a respectful bow to King Ramposa. Renner didn't care how the other men reacted, but Climb's face was flushed and his eyes appeared to have a mind of their own, wandering up and down the women, particularly Lady Lupusregina.
Yes, Princess Renner was very displeased.
"By the way, what a lovely sword you have there, mein Freund," said Lord Ainz, eyes fixated on Razor Edge.
Lord Ainz sauntered over to the table and unceremoniously sat down, all while Stronoff hovered near him. Lord Ainz's warrior wives didn't move, but Renner didn't miss the way they scrutinized Stronoff's hold on his weapon.
"Shall we begin our meeting, your grace?" said Lord Ainz. "While I am not an impatient being, I do have other matters to attend and I rather not hold you for long with me."
"Yes, let us begin," King Ramposa harrumphed. "First, allow me to thank you for your actions in Carne Village. I will be eternally thankful for saving my people, as well as intervening to assist my Chief Warrior. You've done a great service to my Kingdom, one that I hope to one day return in kind."
Renner watched, unfazed, as King Ramposa stood up and bowed to Lord Ainz. Zanac and Climb stared in awe, all while Stronoff smiled.
"Second, I would like to express by thanks for taking your precious time to tend to the people," carried on King Ramposa as he returned to his seat. "The people of my country have had it rough, especially with the Annual Wars, and so I fear they probably had a lot to share with you. I appreciate you have avoided rising any tensions, given the expected displeasure of the people."
"That's quite alright, your grace," said Lord Ainz with a nod.
"It needed to be said and you have long been overdue some recognition," King Ramposa hummed.
Lord Ainz gave the king a respectful nod.
"So, with that out of the way, there were a few things you wished to discuss, weren't there?" said the King.
"Yes, your grace," Lord Ainz said. "Let us begin with the one great and recurrent problem your own people have told me about… repeatedly."
He took a dramatic pause, one that Renner recognized as to gather tension. She actually would have applaud at the expert theatrics. Lord Ainz sure was a fine actor.
"Eight Fingers."
The King and Zanac tensed.
"I would like to offer my services in order to deal with them," Lord Ainz proclaimed.
"Services, my Lord?" Zanac asked.
Lord Ainz's smile remained calm and calculative. Truly, if anyone could be described kingly in Renner's eyes, it was that being in front of her. The intelligence he radiated, the way she couldn't read him… it was like looking at an exciting puzzle, the first one she had faced in ages.
"Yes, Prince Zanac, my services and those of my people," said the dark lord. "Let us not beat around the bush: I am well aware your country is suffering from many problems. I am offering to make use of my powers, and servants, to get rid of Eight Finger footholds in your domain, your grace…"
While King Ramposa looked like he had swallowed something sour, Renner noticed her half-brother perking up with interest.
"That is quite an offer," said King Ramposa. "Although I do not doubt your intentions, or your abilities, I couldn't possibly ask you to take on such a monumental task."
Zanac, much to Renner's amusement, looked at King Ramposa like the old man had finally lost it. Renner just kept her smile.
"It will be far easier than you believe," said Lord Ainz. "My servants have already identified various outposts."
"Outposts?" King Rampos and Zanac asked in unison, confused.
Renner, had she been anyone else, would have rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. Lord Ainz, on the other hand, just nodded and pulled a piece of parchment from thin air. He handed it over to a dumbfounded Climb, who then hurried to give it to King Ramposa. As it so happened, it was a map.
Renner was sincerely impressed. The map itself seemed a rather detailed representation of the King's lands around E-Rantel. Across it, names and words were written in strange foreign scripture. However, the curious things were the crosses and symbols.
"See the crosses? Those are villages and outposts identified in the production of Black Dust. See the circles? That's where we have located hideouts for smuggling routes," Lord Ainz said. "From the looks of it, Eight Fingers uses different villages for the production and export of Black Dust to the Empire. Those routes and villages differ from those used for smuggling of goods, and the same could be said about the trafficking of what appear to be slaves."
"That matches our information on the organization," remarked Renner. "Eight Finger might be one organization, but it is divided in different branches, each of which compete with each other most of the time."
"H-how…?" Hoarsely asked a shocked King Ramposa. "How long have you been spying on my country?"
"Oh, not as much as you believe," said Lord Ainz. "However, I have more than capable underlings… and your problems are far bigger than you believe. Eight Fingers actually doesn't appear to bother hiding that much."
"What is your plan?" Asked Zanac, eyes never leaving the map.
"First, I want to launch surprise raids on the outposts," said Lord Ainz. "Secondly, all prisoners will be thoroughly interrogated to get names of any officials assisting these criminals. Thirdly, I would move onto said officials, capturing them and interrogating them for more names."
"And you intend to use your many servants for this," King Ramposa said.
He had an edge to his voice, and a steel in his eyes, Renner had rarely seen before.
"That's correct," said Lord Ainz. "However, I do not mean to unleash my servants against your problems. I actually hoped for more of a joint effort."
"That's understandable," hummed Zanac in approval. "I suppose you wish for vassals to work alongside your own servants, correct?"
"These are your lands, after all. If I am to do anything, I rather have your approval and supervision," Lord Ainz solemnly said.
That was way too good an offer and it actually baffled Renner. She blinked, dumbfounded, and tried, and failed, to understand the logic in Lord Ainz's plan. Could he be trying to foster better relationships with the Kingdom? Why? If Lord Ainz wanted a strong human ally, he would have chosen the Empire…
Renner, to her credit, quickly understood and her eyes widened. She glanced at her father only to stare at Lord Ainz in disbelief.
Either Lord Ainz truly wishes to respect the king's authority… or his plans are on a scope beyond anything I can understand, Renner thought, impressed. No… no creature who controls vampires and demons would be so kind and magnanimous. Lord Ainz is a being unlike anything I could ever hoped to be graced with…
A smile spread on her face, as opportunities and plans jumped at the forefront of her mind.
Yes, it is clear that Lord Ainz intends to take over this Kingdom but with a level of cunning unlike anything I could ever hope to comprehend, Renner realized.
The King shook his head.
"Then I am afraid I'll have to decline your offer of assistance," said the King.
"Father!" Zanac gasped. "Let us not be hasty-!"
"No," firmly said King Ramposa. He glared at Lord Ainz. "I do not mean to offend you, my Lord, and I do appreciate you offer, but I will not have monsters running amok, hunting my people."
Renner didn't need to be smart to know that had been a foolish thing to do. Sadly, it was much like she had expected of her progenitor. Instead of being offended, Renner noticed Lord Ainz's gave a nod of understanding. The King, though, wasn't done.
"You have to understand, my lord, if my noblemen ever heard that I have allowed demons and vampires and goblins and who knows what else to attack human countrymen – no matter how dastardly – within my lands, they would rally against me. Even my own supporters would never approve of such measures," sighed the King.
Renner, though, knew the truth: King Ramposa was too fearful of any drastic measures that could alter the balance within the kingdom too much. Admittedly, he had a point; there was no precedent in human history for what Lord Ainz offered and the tenuous peace within the Re-Estize Kingdom could easily break into widespread civil war if one wasn't careful.
"Father, we should accept Lord Ainz's aid," Renner said.
"I agree," Zanac joined in.
King Ramposa looked stricken at his children's defiance, and thus Renner pressed on.
"I am sorry, father," said Renner, pulling her best sad face. "But I cannot allow for the innocent to suffer! Eight Fingers is too powerful and influential to deal with through any other means… please, Father, I beg of you, allow me and Zanac to oversee this operation with Lord Ainz!"
Renner knew she had the foolish king where she wanted no sooner she gave him a pleading face. The monarch closed his eyes and leaned back, defeated.
"I can't, my dear. To have vampires, not to mention demons, hunting in the night… it would destroy us," said the King.
"You make it sound as if we weren't already headed to oblivion," Zanac grunted. "And, moreover, the noblemen are too foolish to act on what could very well be passed as rumors and hearsay. They have already dismissed his lordship, and he stands right in front of us!"
The King had no retort to that. Even if he was foolish and sentimental, King Ramposa was well aware that the state of the country wouldn't improve without any dramatic changes.
"I guarantee, father, that this shall be done right and proper," Zanac said. "We will pick proper knights to lead the raids and arrest these criminals."
"And I give my word that if you ever feel I am overstepping my authority, your grace, I will leave your country never to bother it again," said Lord Ainz.
The King still looked reluctant, so Renner decided to double her efforts. She took his hand and gave him a meaningful look.
"Please, Father," she begged. "For our people…"
King Ramposa took a deep breath, eyes closed, and squeezed her hand.
"Very well," he sighed. "Zanac, I will trust your judgement on this but I expect to be informed about everything."
Renner had expected the King to pick her brother over her; the King would do everything he could to keep her away from the alleged Charming Evil and protect the dainty pretty princess' virtue from his evil charms. What a pathetic man…
"I will not disappoint you, father," said Zanac.
By the forced smile on King Ramposa's face, Renner suspected he was already disappointed in Zanac's eagerness to treat with Lord Ainz.
The King then looked sternly at the dark lord.
"I think we will consider your services… although if I am not mistaken you have yet to name a price."
For a brief moment, Renner allowed her mask to fall. It was quick, an instant really, but Lord Ainz saw it. No one else did. Renner felt elated when Lord's eyes borrowed into her, those deep nightmarish eyes igniting something in her, and his face looked more than amused.
Renner wasn't sure what to expect of the dark lord, but she knew right then and there, the following days, perhaps her next years, she had a lot to look forward to. In other words, Princess Renner was, at the moment, quite pleased.
The Great Forest of Tob was not a place for humans. It was filled with monsters, from devious goblins to disgusting trolls. As the first time venturing deep into the forest, Ninya should had been far more worried. However, given the size of their group, she felt rather safe. That and her attention, was on other things… like her many companions.
Mister Bareare had initially planned for the Swords of Darkness plus Brita to accompany him gather herbs but then Miss Emmot had insisted on joining. Nfirea, desperate to be with Enri, had been unable to refuse her. That meant they were joined by a small goblin troop and Negan the Arrogant Angel. Of course, if Enri went to the forest, one of Lord Ainz's warrior wives just had to insist on joining. However, no sooner had they set off, the Knights of the Blue Rose had showed up, curious about their destination, and then latched onto the group.
So there they were, a small army made of goblins, human warriors, an angel and a warrior-wife of one of the most powerful mages in the continent, in the middle of the Great Forest of Tob, picking herbs. Ninya was surprised by how unaffected she felt about such a thing.
"You really didn't have to come," Nfirea weakly said.
"But I wanted to, silly!" Enri said. "I really needed to do something. Sincerely, I was growing crazy back at the village."
She gave Nfirea a cute pout.
"Everyone is treating me like I am some kind of noblewoman… can you believe mother doesn't want me to do chores? No one in the village does!" Harrumphed Enri.
She stopped working and took Nfirea's hand, giving it a squeeze. Ninya, and her friends, paused working to watch on as Nfirea's face turned bright red and he started spluttering.
"Still, I am happy I am here with you," Enri said with a bright smile.
Maybe Nfirea stands a chance after all, Ninya thought with a smile of her own.
"I've needed a friend around," she said.
Nfirea visibly deflated, and the Swords of Darkness sighed.
And there goes his chances, thought Ninya.
"Y-yes, friend," meekly said Nfirea.
"I can't believe you are still that boy I remember!" Laughed Enri.
Ouch, winced the eavesdropping huscarls and knights.
"It- it hasn't been that long…" stammered Nfirea, blushing in embarrassment.
"Really? I feel like it has been ages. I mean, look at you, you are almost taller than me now," Enri said with a happy smile. She then frowned at him. "You look a bit malnourished, though…"
Poor Nfirea spluttered like a fish, red-faced. He got worse as Enri obliviously poked at him.
"You need to eat more, you know? You are so thin and scrawny," said Enri. She huffed and put her arms on her waist, looking at Nfirea much like a mother would her son. "You aren't taking care of yourself, are you?"
"Damn, I knew people who followed the Old Ways were brutal, but damn, someone cast a healing spell on that boy's heart," whispered Lukrut to his friends.
Peter nudged the ranger to keep quiet, but even the noble knight couldn't fight off a smile forming on his face.
They were interrupted by the sound of cheering and they all glanced to the odd group of goblins and humans standing at the center of the clearing. Caught in a muscle-flexing competition, Warrior Gagaran and Jugem were flexing their arms, trying to get their biceps to bulge as much as possible, all while the goblins cheered on. Warrior Gagaran comrades, on their part, stood at a side with looks embarrassment.
"Those goblins sure are something," Brita commented offhandedly.
She was closest to Nfirea and Enri, keeping watch while leaning lazily against a tree.
"How are you holding up about the whole goblin thing?" Nfirea asked, concerned. "It must be tough… to suddenly be a leader like that, like that."
"It's crazy," remarked Enri with a lopsided smile. "It does sound like something out right of a tale, one of those hopeful ones you tell in the cities. One moment I am a commoner, the next I am the general of a goblin army."
"With a cute warchief outfit and all," added Brita.
"Let's not talk about that, please," muttered Enri with a strained smile.
"If I may ask, Miss Emmot, what are you going to do now?" Peter asked. "I mean no disrespect, but such a thing as a goblin army sounds…"
"…a bit much," helpfully added Dayne.
"Yes," nodded Enri with a sigh. "I don't think I am neither deserving nor capable of managing such an army…"
She gave a bright smile.
"…but I am going to give my all and serve Lord Ainz as one of his vassals," Enri said. She clenched a fist and with a look of determination she added. "I will repay all of his kindness and be his best warchief."
"You- you – what?" Spluttered Nfirea.
"I know, it sounds so silly," giggled an embarrassed Enri.
She hid her face, flustered, all while a defeated Nfirea ducked his head. The Swords of Darkness, and Brita, exchanged looks, unsure how to react. It was not every day they hear a young peasant woman promising to become a warlord to a dark entity. It was, however, a bit amusing, enough for them to share a snicker.
Ninya, on her part, smiled despondently at the patch of herbs she had been picking. She wished some dark lord had given her an army to use. In fact, the more she thought about it, Ninya felt envious towards Enri. She was pretty, brave and now as close as a noblewoman a commoner could hope to be.
If only Lord Ainz had shown up at my village, thought Ninya. He could have fallen for my sister… maybe I could have been taken in as an apprentice…
She dismissed such thoughts. There was no point in dwelling in what-ifs. Instead, she glanced at Lady Shizu, who stood perched atop a large branch, high above them.
Could I become one of Lord Ainz's warrior wives? Ninya wondered. She immediately shook her head with a sad smile. No, they are all pretty and strong and feminine… and I can't abandon my friends…
Her eyes turned to the Knights of the Blue Rose. They seemed like a good alternative in her quest for more power, other than throwing herself to a dark lord, yet Ninya knew it was unlikely they would accept her. No, Ninya knew she would have to make do with the Swords of Darkness…
That did not mean Ninya would not try to see if she couldn't be taken as an apprentice by Lord Ainz.
Lady Shizu suddenly startled them all by dropping on the ground. Stoic, without a hint of emotion, she said something.
"What did she say?" Asked Enri asked Negan.
"Lord Ainz is coming!" Proclaimed the angel, wings flapping with excitement.
"He's coming?" Sir Lakyus said, walking away from the still going muscle-flexing contest.
As if to mark his arrival, birds all around shot off their branches up and something roared… something huge. Goblins and humans alike stood there, listening. Lukrut knelt down and pressed an ear on the ground.
"Eh… guys, something big is headed this way," Lukrut announced.
Lady Shizu and Negan just knelt down, heads bowed. After a few hesitant looks, Enri walked over next to them and followed their example, visibly embarrassed. Jugem and the goblins reluctantly did as their warchief did. The humans, on the other hand, remained standing.
Ninya turned to Peter, wondering if perhaps they shouldn't kneel themselves. Peter, though, was a proud knight of the Kingdom, and gave her a shake of his head. Sir Lakyus, like her comrades, stood firm, her midnight-black blade buried on the ground and her hands on its pommel. She looked quite amazing in that pose.
Lukrut had been right when he mentioned something big. Well before Ninya saw it, they all felt the ground trembled under their feet. Ninya and her comrades nervously exchanged faces, while the Knights of the Blue Rose held their ground. Should they flee? Could this be an attack?
Suddenly, a massive shadow shot off the darkness of the forest and landed in front of Lady Shizu. When Ninya finally got to see what was causing the commotion, her jaw dropped. She wasn't the only one. Even the Knights of the Blue Rose reacted to the creature's presence. With stunning fur, beady black eyes filled with wisdom and an air of power, there was only one way of describe the creature: absolutely majestic.
Four figures dropped from behind the majestic creature. Lord Ainz, in all of his glory, smiled with a gentle kindness to them all. He would have looked regal and imperious… were it not for the fact he looked a bit awkward with the way the woman next to him clutched his arm. In fact, if Ninya didn't know better, she would have said Lord Ainz looked worried. Ninya would have been concerned if anyone stared at her as hungrily as that female. Speaking of which…
Is that Lady Albedo?! Ninya thought, shocked.
It had to be her, clad in a fine dress and absolutely stunning.
Then there were the two children. Two elven children. Wait, Lord Ainz had children?
"Heya!" One of the elves, a young boy, said flashing a grin and V-signs.
The other one, a girl, timidly hid behind Lord Ainz. The Dark Lord chuckled and ruffled the young girl's head.
"Greetings, everyone," Lord Ainz said. "Please, raise, CZ, Nigun… Enri?"
"Ehm… g-greeting, my Lord," mumbled Enri, blushing. "It's good to see you… and you two, Lady Albedo…"
There was a long moment of silence in which Lord Ainz and Enri awkwardly averted their eyes like a pair of love-struck teenagers. It was weird to watch, especially with the majestic creature behind them.
"Greetings I give! Yes, my pleasure to meet inferior beings it is!" Said the creature.
"It speaks!" Squawked Lukrut.
"It's – so – cute!" Enri squealed, forgetting her previous embarrassment.
"Cute?!" Chorused the humans.
"It does look kind of… adorable…" reluctantly said Evil-Eye, earning disbelieving looks from her companions.
"Ah, yes, allow me to introduce the pet of these two," said Lord Ainz, ruffling the two elves. "Everyone, meet Hamsuke."
The majestic creature perked up, proud at its new name. To everyone's surprise, Lord Ainz proceeded to rub the creature behind the air, much to its pleasure.
"Ah yes, the right spot that is! It is!" Purred Hamsuke, delighted by Lord Ainz ministrations.
A shadow fell behind Lord AInz, only to reveal Lady Rubedo, the ever present bodyguard of the Dark Lord. It might have been her imagination, but Ninya thought she saw indignation in the strange lifeless bodyguard's posture. It was hard to tell.
"I do apologize for my speech today," Ainz said, walking over to the people gathered at the clearing. "I've decided to avoid employing magical means, since I wish to practice your language."
Wow, I had no idea there were such magic, thought an impressed Ninya.
There actually wasn't.
"And who might you be?" Enri softly said, sounding almost motherly, to the two elven twins.
Albedo stepped between the two elves, and placed a hand on their shoulder.
"These are Aura and Mare," Albedo said.
"It's nice to meet you," Enri said, bowing at the two. She tentatively looked at Lady Albedo. "Are they… ehm… Lord Ainz's children?"
"Oh no," said Lady Albedo. "Lord Ainz is taking care of them since their mother abandoned – I mean, is gone."
"No, Albedo, I have taken care of them long before that. One could say they have been my responsibility since their birth," said Lord Ainz with a melancholic look on his face.
"Wait, since their birth?" Evil-Eye suddenly asked. "But those elves look to be in their seventies..."
The humans all turned to Evil-Eye, surprised. They had forgotten elves ages much slower than humans. Still, Ninya could hardly believe such young looking children could be older than her late grandmother. Suddenly, everyone turn to Lord Ainz as the implications settled in.
Just hold old was Lord Ainz?
"Please, I have not come to talk about my age," Ainz said, clearing his throat. The fires on his eyes brightened as he spotted Nfirea. "Ah, yes, you are Enri's friend!"
"Right!" Enri happily said, rushing towards Nfirea and almost shoving the boy to the Dark Lord. "You didn't get to meet him! Lord Ainz, this is my friend Nfirea Bareare. Nfi, this is Lord Ainz."
"It's- it's a pleasure to meet you!" nervously exclaimed Bareare.
"The pleasure is all mine, young man," said Ainz with a smile.
"I have heard many great things about you, Nfirea Bareare. You know, I have been hoping to recruit people with your talents, especially now that Enri here has such large area of the forest of Tob under her rule," Lord Ainz said. "I would love for a specialist in the field of herbology to study all the herbs that have been long hidden in the area and their potential use in alchemy… although that is up to Enri, of course."
"Anything you wish, Ainz, I mean, my lord," Enri excitedly said. "Hear that, Nfirea? You could move in to live with the goblin army and me!"
"I admit, I would sincerely appreciate if Enri had a friend to help her adjust to her new life," added Lord Ainz.
"It- it isn't necessary, Ainz – eh – Lord Ainz," said an embarrassed Enri. "You've done more than enough as it is."
"I think that would be for the best," mused Lord Ainz. "I suppose, however, such a proposal is a bit sudden, isn't it?" He patted a shocked Nfirea on the shoulder. "Think it over, and discuss it with your grandmother. I am a patient ruler but I do expect a response eventually."
He then moved over to Sir Lakyus, who looked a bit flustered herself. She composed herself and greeted the lord. Ninya, and her friends, raised their eyebrows. Was Sir Lakyus trying to deepen her voice and sound serious? By the face-palm over Sir Lakyus' companions, it appeared to be the case.
Lord Ainz paused as he spotted Lady Shizu. She didn't really show any emotions, yet Lord Ainz smiled at the one-eyed woman and walked over to her. He asked something in his language, to which the young warrior-wife replied in her usual lifeless monotone. Lord Ainz patted Lady Shizu, and was about to return to Sir Lakyus, only to notice Lady Shizu leaning forward, eager for more head-pats. Lord Ainz chuckled and ruffled Lady Shizu's hair before he walked over to Sir Lakyus.
Ninya watched and tentatively touched her own head. She wasn't sure how it would feel to be patted affectionately in such a manner. In fact, the last person who ever did that had been her sister. The thought made Ninya smile sorrowfully at the ground and feel absolutely miserable.
Lord Ainz and Sir Lakyus spoke in hushed whispers before they walked over to a side, leaving everyone else to their own devices. Lady Albedo went over to Enri and the two appeared to chat. By the looks of it, Albedo was teaching Enri how to stand in a proper pose, much to Enri's embarrassment and much to Brita's amusement.
Aura and Mare, in turn, just stared at the Swords of Darkness, intrigued. Well, more like Aura grinned at Peter and Lukrut, amused about something, while Mare looked at Ninya. Elf and spell-caster stood there, awkwardly holding their staffs in much the same pose, looking just as shy and unsure what they could say. It wasn't like they could understand each other.
Hence, Ninya and Mare found themselves studying each other. Ninya found Mare's attire rather weird. Her skirt was too short, but it definitively made Mare look rather cute. Ninya knew, though, she would have looked awful in anything similar.
"What do you think Lord Ainz is speaking with the Blue Roses?" Peter whispered to Lukrut.
"I hear something about Eight Fingers," murmured Lukrut. He hummed, smiling. "I think Lord Ainz is trying to recruit the Blue Roses to raid one of their bases."
Ninya and Dayne exchanged amused faces. For someone who denied elven ancestry, Lukrut had long proven to have excellent senses. Then again, he was a ranger, and a talented one at that.
Speaking of being a ranger, Aura the elf boy suddenly had a bow in hand and taunted Lukrut, pointing at Lukrut's own bow. Lukrut being Lukrut, knew a challenge when he saw one and, before long, Aura and Lukrut started a friendly archery competition. To everyone's surprise (and Lukrut's eternal whining), Aura proved to be a far superior archer.
Dayne, in turn, calmly addressed Mare and patiently tried to communicate with the elf. To Ninya's surprise, they quickly discovered that Mare was a druid, much like Dayne. Mare timidly casted a simple root entangling spell, one that revealed her to be a far superior druid than Dayne. The large man, though, rather than whining about it like Lukrut, was impressed, and tried to communicate as much to Mare. The poor girl was all flustered at the praise. It made the elf girl looked absolutely adorable.
Ninya smiled at the interaction, somewhat jealous. Dayne sure would be a good father one day.
A shadow covered her and Ninya, startled, turned around, only to find herself staring up at Lord Ainz. The dark lord smiled at her.
"L-Lord Ainz!"
"Ninya, right?" Said the Dark Lord.
From the corner of her eyes, Ninya saw her friends too distracted by the elves. The Blue Roses were talking about something, or rather arguing. Albedo and Enri seemed to be chatting with the goblins. Brita and Nfirea were also involved, intrigued by whatever they were saying, with Negan as translator.
"Y-yes, m-m'lord," Ninya nodded. "How- how may I be of service?"
"Actually, I had been meaning to speak with you," said Lord Ainz.
"R-really? W-what about?" Squeaked Ninya.
Many scenarios flashed across her mind, one after another and each one making her blush more than the previous one.
"It's about your magical prowess," clarified Lord Ainz. "You are a talented spell-caster, aren't you?"
"Yes, although that's mostly due to my talent," Ninya confessed, ducking her head and blushing.
Why did I tell him that? That will make him more interested in me! She mentally cried.
However, a part of her could see the invaluable opportunity. Perhaps, just maybe, Ninya could get what she wanted.
"A talent you said?" Hummed Lord Ainz, intrigued.
Seeing her chance, Ninya explained how it worked. He looked quite impressed and, more importantly, interested.
"That's how you achieved such a level in magic at such a young age," Lord Ainz said with a kind smile. "Your parents must be proud."
Ninya faltered and grimaced at that. With a timid smile, she shook her head.
"They are dead, my lord," she said.
"I apologize for my thoughtlessness," he sighed, genuinely apologetic. "I did not mean to draw such painful memories. May I ask how…?"
"The Annual War claimed father," said Ninya. "And mother… she died from the famine that followed that year…"
There was a long awkward silence.
"I am not alone, though, my Lord. I have my comrades now," said Ninya with a small smile. "They have taken good care of me… and they are my family now."
"Yes… comrades," Lord Ainz softly said.
Ninya stared, surprised, as the Dark Lord's gaze seemed to wander off to a side, as if seeing something else. It took her longer to realize that Lord Ainz was actually melancholic about something. She suddenly recalled the elven children and their mother.
"You- you had your own comrades, didn't you, my Lord?" Ninya said, only to hastily add. "I-I apologize if that came off as- as rude, m'lord. I didn't mean to pry."
"It's alright," hummed Lord Ainz, his focus returned towards her. "Yes, young Ninya, I know what is like to find a family amidst comrades…"
"The elves' mother… she was one, wasn't she?" Ninya tentatively asked.
"She was," Lord Ainz admitted.
Many emotions coursed through Lord Ainz's face, emotions Ninya hadn't expected. There was sadness, resentment, and then resignation. It suddenly struck Ninya that Lord Ainz, above all, looked lonely.
"What did you want to speak with me about?" Ninya said, deciding it was best to break Lord Ainz from his thoughts.
As someone who still had her own moments longing for a time when she was with her family, Ninya knew what it felt like to be caught in those cycles. It was strange, though, to find such a powerful entity endure such things himself. It made him look… human.
"Ah yes, I apologize again," said Lord Ainz. "I was actually wondering if you couldn't, perhaps, show me some of the more basic spells you know. As a foreigner, I have been meaning to see whether there are spells here I am ignorant about."
Ninya's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that, yet the thought made her giddy. This was the opportunity she had been looking for.
"I am, of course, willing to reward your efforts," said Lord Ainz.
Ninya couldn't believe it. A part of her wanted to ask Lord Ainz to take her as his apprentice right then and there as a reward, to learn about his great elemental summoning. However, she held her tongue.
"It would be my pleasure, my lord!" Cheerfully said Ninya. "But I don't want anything now…" she said.
"A favor for the future then?" Said Lord Ainz.
"Yes, m'lord… if- if I may be so bold to ask for your assistance and that of your servants at a later date," Ninya meekly wondered.
Her heart raced and she looked down, ashamed. Had she asked for too much?
"It- it won't be anything like attacking someone!" Ninya quickly clarified. "I merely… merely hoped if- if I could later count on you to… to help me find someone."
Lord Ainz hummed, thoughtful.
"I could offer such a favor," Lord Ainz slowly said. "But that would depend on what you could offer me. Show me the spells you know, young Ninya, and let us see if you are worthy of the favor of Ainz Ooal Gown and its servants."
Ninya couldn't believe it. Excited, and nervous, she first went over to her friends to tell them that she would be nearby with Lord Ainz. After a quick explanation, which left them wide-eyed and surprised, Ninya rushed to Lord Ainz and, together, walked to a nearby glade, with Lady Rubedo sticking close behind.
Once alone, Ninya made an effort to put a good show for Lord Ainz, revealing all the spells she knew. Lord Ainz stood at a side, interested, as he quietly studied her. After her last spell, Lord Ainz walked over to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I am afraid I know all those spells of yours," said Lord Ainz, and Ninya felt a crushing sense of defeat.
Had she managed to get Lord Ainz's aid, she could have really had a real chance to find and rescue her sister. Now, though, what was she supposed to do?
"However…"
Ninya snapped her head up at Ainz, only to find him giving her a smile that promised to make her heart burst in joy.
"…I believe I could re-familiarize myself with them," Lord Ainz confessed. "It has been a long time since I have last cast [Magic Arrow], for example. How truly embarrassing, to forget such spells..."
Ninya remained speechless, unable to believe it.
"Remind me of all those spells I once used to cast, Ninya, how it was done," Lord Ainz said. "Do this for me, and I give you my solemn vow that I, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, will aid you in your quest to the full extent of my powers and abilities."
Needless to say, Ninya felt like crying. And, well, she did. Tears rolled down her face. Unbeknownst to him, Suzuki started panicking, looking around and horrified for making a young boy cry.
"I – it's- it's alright," awkwardly said Lord Ainz, patting Ninya. "There, there…"
Ninya, though, sniffed and sobbed. Thankfully, she was able to rein in her crying, and before long she was rubbing her eyes and composing herself.
"I'm… sorry, m'lord," Ninya said, regaining a more professional face. "Shall-shall we get started?"
"Yes, let us begin with [Magic Arrow]," asked Lord Ainz.
And that was what they did. It was weird trying to explain the basics to such great lord, but as Lord Ainz said, a true expert in any field tried to keep the basics fresh in their minds. In any case, magic was Ninya's life and one of her interests, so she was all smiles soon after and she really didn't mind talking about what she knew.
Lord Ainz listened and nodded. Ninya, though, knew Lord Ainz was probably just humoring her.
He probably already knows how to cast all my spells and is just trying to make up a reason to help me, thought Ninya.
Truly, Ninya could now understand why Enri had fallen for such a Lord. Perhaps that was why Lord Ainz had so many warrior wives.
Time passed and, after thoroughly explaining and showing how [Magic Arrow] was cast, Lord Ainz decided to give it a try. He stood next to Ninya, raised a hand towards a tree and then-
BOOM
Both Ninya and Ainz stared at the scorched hole in the tree. They slowly looked at each other.
"That… wasn't [Magic Arrow], was it?" Lord Ainz said.
Ninya shook her head, stupefied at the overpowered bolt of magic. The next time she looked at him, Ninya saw a feral smirk on Lord Ainz's face as he looked at his hand. It might have been her imagination, but Ninya could have sworn he saw Lord Ainz give his staff a conspiratorial look.
"Let me try again," Lord Ainz said.
He pointed a finger, closed his eyes and-
ZAP
Ninya found herself standing there with a dumb shocked look on her face, yet again. There, above the large hole on the tree, was a narrow hole. Ninya could actually see the other side. She looked at Lord Ainz, only for her eyes to notice something on his stomach.
Is Lord Ainz's stomach… glowing? Thought Ninya in confusion.
It was gone within the blink of an eye. However, Ninya was sure she had seen something shine through, unbeknownst to Lord Ainz.
"That… came off as a bit of a Magic Spear," mused Lord Ainz with a grin and snapping Ninya from her thoughts. "I suppose it is a matter of practice, isn't that right, master Ninya?"
"D-don't call me that, m'lord," mumbled an embarrassed Ninya.
"Now then…" Ainz placed a hand her shoulder.
She released a squeaky 'eep', and her face lit up. Lord Ainz, though, didn't notice, visibly excited.
"…shall we try another spell?"
In the shadows of the night, a kneeling Lakyus stared at the lights of the village ahead. She glanced around her. Warrior Gagaran knelt next to her, and behind Lakyus there was an odd group that consisted on savage-looking warriors from various villages, militias and a handful of Lord Rettenmeier's most trusted knights.
It's happening, Lakyus thought in disbelief. We are finally getting rid of the enemies of the Kingdom!
"Don't look so excited, fearless leader," murmured Gagaran.
"Sorry," whispered Lakyus.
"Hey, I get it," Gagaran mused. "It's finally here…" she smirked, clenching her war-pick "…we are finally attacking Eight Finges where it hurts."
Right ahead, about to be raided from all sides, was one of Eight Finger's trade outposts. It was actually an innocent village that had been taken over by the organization. They cultivated Black Dust and also stashed up the product for its distribution. There was no telling how much they could hurt Eight Finger by just setting the place ablaze.
"A pity it took some Charming Evil to get things moving, am I right?" snickered Gagaran, nudging Lakyus.
"Yeah," slowly said Lakyus.
Lord Ainz Ooal Gown… Lakyus still wasn't sure what to think about that entity. When they spoke, Lakyus found him strangely human, more so than at the gatherings with the chieftains. It actually felt like speaking to another person. In any case, when they talked, Lakyus was surprised by all he had to propose.
Never in a thousand years had Lakyus hoped for an evil deity to suggest a joint operation to take down Eight Fingers across the lands around E-Rantel. It had been shocking, but the prospect was undeniably tempting.
She glanced to a side. Even in the shadows, she could make the towering form of Lord Cocytus and the smirking silhouette of Lady Shalltear. There were more of Lord Ainz's servants, from a pair of his warrior-wives to female vampires.
Vampire Brides, Evil-Eye had called them.
There were, however, a couple of vampires that made Lakyus' skin crawl. It was not their horrifying gazes but rather just how human they appeared to be with their aristocratic features. That and they were powerful, stronger than any other vampire they had met. The fact Evil-Eye couldn't identify them made Lakyus and her companions more than nervous.
And this is only the tip of Lord Ainz's power, thought Lakyus. How many untold horrors does he have lying in wait?
She frowned.
Why is he holding back, though? She wondered.
Lakyus wanted to believe Lord Ainz was actually kind-hearted, that he wished to help. However, her duty kept her steadfast in her skepticism. Lord Ainz was planning something, and it was her responsibility to do so. To that end, Lakyus had expressed enthusiasm in their current operation.
First Lakyus agreed to work along Lord Ainz to assess the strength of his servants, and possibly their numbers. Secondly, Lakyus needed to gain Lord Ainz's trust. She wanted to get close to him, close enough to learn as much as possible. The fact he probably was trying to seduce her helped. She, of course, was resisting his devilish charms…
Kilineiram, on the other hand, disagreed on that last part. And so did Gagaran. And Evil-Eye… and Tina and Tia… Alright, according to everyone Lakyus had fallen head-over-heels over Lord Ainz.
But Lakyus wouldn't falter in her resolve! She was a holy warrior. She would resist to Lord Ainz's evil advances. Besides, Lakyus had no intentions on giving up her life as a knight. She loved the freedom to fight for what she believed, and Lakyus would have rather died than stop venturing out with her friends. Lakyus was not going to become a wife to any evil deity any day soon, not even for a fancy black armor and an army… although she might consider it if Lord Ainz included a dark castle in the mix.
No! Focus Lakyus! Kilineriam's influence is strongest now, so close to evil and in the darkest of nights! She told herself.
"Problems with your sword?"
Lakyus blushed and ducked her head as Gagaran sniggered.
"You know, fearless leader, if you decide to go all black-and-evil, y'know the rest of us will follow, right?" Gagaran said.
"Don't joke about that," scoffed Lakyus.
"I mean it," Gagaran said, nudging her. "We'll always have your back."
"That's not going to happen," said Lakyus. "I will always be a holy warrior fighting for justice and innocence."
She smiled nonetheless.
"But thank you," Lakyus whispered.
Gagaran smirked and nodded.
There was a blur of movement ahead and Evil-Eye appeared. She trotted over to Lakyus.
"We are ready," said the petite spell-caster.
Lakyus felt her heart leap with excitement. She turned to Lady Shalltear and Lord Cocytus and nodded. As the non-humans drew their weapons and rose, Lakyus stood up and turned to her fellow humans. With a flick of her wrist, Kilineiram flew to her grasp.
"Men of the Kingdom," she said. "Forward!"
Lakyus had never loved her job as she did that night.
The raid had been a rotund success, that one and the two that followed. In the span of three nights, Eight Fingers had lost a Black Dust plantation, a smuggling hideout and an outpost. Prince Zanac could not remember a time in which they had managed so much so quickly.
As he stared off at the street outside, he ignored the luxurious mansions under the evening sky in order to dwell on the current matter: Ainz Ooal Gown. It had all he could think of since his father had made him the unofficial link between the Kingdom and that mage.
"Being morose won't do you any good, dear brother."
Zanac grimaced and turned to his sister. Seated by the round table at the center of what looked like a study room, Princess Renner casually played cards with Sir Azuth. To the untrained eye, the knight and princess were have a simple game. Zanac, though, knew better. Sir Azuth used the card games to get a person's measure, and at the moment, Azuth really wanted to see the extent of Renner's cunning. That and Azuth loved playing those stupid games.
"Yeah, my Prince, come and join us with a round of Poker," mused Azuth.
"I'll pass," Zanac grumbled and focused on the window.
It wasn't that he disliked poker, he merely hated the way Azuth trounced him at it.
"She's not wrong, your highness," Marquis Raeven added from where he stood, flanked by two heavily armored knights. Emblazoned on their chest armor piece, Zanac could see the emerald snake of their order. "You should relax, lest your nerves trouble you in the upcoming meeting."
"Well, it is not every day I commit treason," humorously said Zanac.
"You are doing this for the kingdom, dear brother," said Renner.
"I suppose that's why you didn't ask your little plaything to come along?" Zanac shot back.
"Climb is a bit rigid in thought, I am afraid," Renner said, her smile unmoving, fixed like a mask. That was what it was, after all, a mummery, hiding the monster beneath.
"He is not the sharpest sword in the yard, that's for sure," Azuth mused with a smirk. "The kid could loosen up a bit… maybe visit a whorehouse could help him."
"Oh dear no," said Renner without missing a beat. "That's too uncouth for a knight, sir Azuth. You would never hear me suggest Sir Lakyus should take lovers…" Renner gave Sir Azuth a smile that was way too innocent "…although perhaps she would help me seduce lords to our cause."
"Lakyus? Seduce someone? Not my evil niece," laughed Azuth.
Azuth kept his laid-off attitude, but Zanac saw the telltale scratching on his chest he recognized whenever he felt threatened or he felt eager to attack. All it took was quick ripping motion from his hand, and Azuth would suddenly be equipped in his magical armor. Renner and Azuth stared off, and Zanac felt his gut tying in a knot as the merry smiles on their faces concealed the murderous intent behind their eyes.
"Stop that, both of you," Zanac said.
He walked over to them and sat down at the table.
"Now is not the time for squabbles," Zanac grunted.
"Quite right, your highness," said Raeven.
The Marquis sat next to Zanac, followed closely by his knights.
"This will be a momentous night, one that could decide the fate of this very kingdom," said the Marquis.
"It is a pity father would never approve of this," sighed Renner with mock concern.
No, he would not, thought Zanac, differently from my current company…
He glanced at Renner and the Marquis.
There was a knock on the door and one of Raeven's knight poked his head in to announce the guests had arrived. Zanac managed to act professional, yet his heart drummed painfully in his chest. All three noblemen stood up and, without a single word, they formed up to receive their guests. Azuth went to lean against a wall, arms folded.
The door opened again, and in strolled two individuals. Much to Zanac's surprise, they looked human. Elegant, poised and clad as some kind of butler and head maid from some foreign land, the two glanced at the room, before stepping aside and bowing. Only then did the dark entity himself step inside.
Clad in his expensive bellowing black robes and brandishing that incredible staff of his, Ainz Ooal Gown was everything Zanac wished he could be. He was powerful, tall, regal and imperious. His servants were devoted to him, to the point of zealousness, and he commanded an air that demanded respect. Zanac was a bit envious, but he couldn't deny he admired the entity. He made it look easy to be a ruler.
"Good evening, your highness, your lordship," said the dark entity with a bow to the princes and the Marquis. "I apologize if my language comes… stilted… today. I've decided to speak without any magical aid."
Zanac's attention, though, was taken by the woman accompanying Lord Ainz. She was a true beauty, the most beautiful female Zanac had ever laid eyes on, even if she was far from human. With her arm wrapped around Lord Ainz's, her golden eyes shone with something that reminded Zanac of his half-sister.
"Allow me to introduce my people," Lord Ainz said. "These are Sebas, Yuri and, last but not least, Albedo."
They all gave short bows.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all," Zanac said. He remained standing as proud and strong as he could muster. "Thank you for accepting this invitation. I apologize if it comes off as rather peculiar in nature."
"You mean shady," Lord Ainz said with a smile. He studied the room. "And indeed, your highness, it is odd to invite a seemingly evil entity within the capital in a private mansion."
"We must thank the Marquis for procuring this residence," said Zanac gesturing at Raeven, who bowed. "As for the nature of this meeting…" he took a deep breath and mustered his courage "…let us just say I rather not risk anyone overhearing it."
"Not even the king, my Lord?" Lady Albedo said.
"Especially not the king, my lady," said Renner.
Zanac stared as princess and warrior-wife appraised each other. The way their gazes locked onto each other and something passed between the two sent a shiver down Zanac's spine. This couldn't bode well.
"Come in, my lords," said Zanac, gesturing at the round table. "Let us make ourselves comfortable first, shall we?"
"Thank you for your hospitality, your highness," Lord Ainz said, before he noticed the cards in Azuth's hands.
He stared at the cards, wide-eyed, before he hummed, intrigued.
"May I see those cards?" Lord Ainz asked, surprised.
When he was given the deck, he studied the cards with amazement.
"Do you know how to play Poker, my Lord?" Azuth smugly asked.
Zanac found the urge to groan. Why did his retainer have to be like that?
"Poker?" Lord Ainz said, perplexed. "How curious. I did not believe such a game was played in these lands."
"It is said to have been introduced by the Eight Greed Kings, my lord," said Renner.
"Reason why it is illegal in the Theocracy," added the Marquis.
"Fascinating," Lord Ainz. "I'll admit, I do know about that game… Poker… but I have never played it."
"Do you wish to play? I am no expert, and from what I've learned, neither is the Marquis here," said Zanac. "Sir Azuth here has been trying to teach me."
Lord Ainz hummed. For a moment, he looked like he would refuse, until Lady Albedo whispered something. As she spoke, her eyes met Renner's and something passed between the two once again. Zanac wasn't sure whether to panic or just be terrified. He decided on both.
"We'll play," said Lord Ainz. "I suppose we could discuss business in the meantime."
And play they did. Never in all of his short life had Zanac expected to find himself in such a situation. Had someone told him a year prior he would be seated at a round table, playing Poker with his half-sister and the most infamous of the Six Great Nobles, he would have scoffed. Imagine his disbelief at the idea of being taught to play by his own retainer, who so happened to be a famous knight, alongside arguably one of the most powerful mages in the continent and his demon-kin wife.
Of course, Zanac was far more concerned on the topic of their conversation as they played.
"You want us to start hunting here, in the capital?" Summarized Lord Ainz.
"It should be something of a combined effort, but yes, that is the gist of it," sweetly said Renner. It had been mostly her plan, after all, one that the Marquis had approved and, finally, Zanac had agreed upon. "Your efforts around E-Rantel have been noted, my Lord, but if we are to deal a lasting blow to Eight Fingers, we must cut the head of the organization."
Lord Ainz hummed, before glancing at his cards.
"I am well acquaintanced with large corrupt organizations, your highness," he solemnly said. "And in my experience, corruption does not run like a poisonous snake…" he looked up at Zanac, and the Prince's breath hitched "…it runs as a weed."
"An apt comparison, my Lord," politely said the Marquis. He had a smirk of his own and a dangerous glint in his eyes that made Zanac think of the sigil of his knights. "If we are to deal with Eight Fingers, we will need to do more than target the heads."
"I see why his majesty would not appreciate this meeting," said Lord Ainz.
"My father is a good man, my lord, but he is too fearful of breaking the balance he has maintained for his entire rule," explained Zanac.
"His apprehension is understandable," remarked Lord Ainz. "I do not believe humans would appreciate the presence of my servants in the city."
"No, I do not believe anyone would. I will confess that it does make me nervous to allow such a thing," Zanac admitted. "I am opening our city to an unknown force, one that – and I mean no offense – could burrow itself and might be impossible to remove."
"But you are desperate, aren't you?" stated Lord Ainz. He raised an eyebrow at Renner and Raeven. "The kingdom is barely holding itself together, yet the nobility find themselves split between your brother and your brother-in-lord. The former is impulsive and arrogant, whereas the latter is idealistic and foolish. In the meantime, Eight Fingers runs unimpeded and complicate matters even further."
"And throughout it all, it is our people, my countrymen, who suffer," bitterly added Zanac.
Lord Ainz looked at him, and he held his gaze. He fought the urge to look away or grimace. After a while, Lord Ainz chuckled.
"You are not what I had expected, your highness," he said.
Zanac wasn't sure how to interpret the dark lord's smile.
"I see no reason not to assist you, Prince Zanac," Lord Ainz said.
"If that's the case, I would like to offer this very mansion to you, my Lord," said Zanac. "It would serve as our center of operations and hiding place if you need one. Of course, while I am willing to turn a blind eye to your… hunting… I do expect to be provided with reports and for us to maintain a transparent relationship."
"That's understandable," Lord Ainz said with approval. "We are guests in your city and we'll keep you informed with our progress. I give you my word, your highness, we will only direct our efforts on Eight Fingers and the targets you deem fit."
Zanac appreciated Lord Ainz's attitude. Truthfully, Zanac wasn't sure even if he could do anything if Lord Ainz decided to do anything he pleased. However, Renner had convinced him that such sacrifices were necessary. Zanac couldn't hope to sway more lords like the Marquis, and they needed to act, and fast. That didn't mean Zanac liked what he was doing… and he really felt like he should not allow Renner to talk him into such things… but sadly, he could think of no reasons not to follow her advice. As Lord Ainz was already aware, he was desperate.
"You rather we deliver a few prisoners?" Lord Ainz wondered.
"No," Zanac bluntly said.
After the failure to keep alive the vital prisoners from the theocracy, a foreign nation, Zanac knew he could not trust anyone with anyone with valuable information on Eight Fingers, an organization that pretty much controlled many people within the country. He sincerely rather Lord Ainz did the interrogations.
"Before I make any decisions, what else are you offering me, other than everything we seize from Eight Fingers and any corrupt lords we capture?" Lord Ainz asked.
Zanac glanced at the Marquis, who gave him a solemn nod in response.
Here goes nothing, thought the Prince.
"If you assist me get rid of Eight Fingers and any noblemen that have been conspiring against the integrity of this country, you will be rewarded with a domain and given the title of the Six Great Nobles," proclaimed Zanac.
Lord Ainz didn't look impressed. In fact, he looked like he had expected as much.
"I suppose such generous reward has nothing to do with any potential participation in the Annual War, now does it?" hummed Lord Ainz. "Or could it be that as one of your great nobles the Empire would reconsider their war efforts?"
Zanac grimaced. It had been a tad obvious what he had planned, hadn't it?
"You know, your highness," Lord Ainz said with a smile. "Why don't we focus on dealing with your political enemies, get you your crown and then we discuss a proper reward?"
Zanac perked up, eyes wide open.
"You'd support my claim?" Zanac asked in disbelief.
"For the time being," Lord Ainz said, before cautiously added. "Although my final verdict will depend on how you intend to run this country. As a ruler myself, I am curious about vision for your nation."
What Zanac didn't know was that Suzuki actually wanted to learn more on how a kingdom was run from a Prince.
Zanac, on his part, found himself unable to respond, heart drumming against his chest.
"Shall we discuss the plan then, my Lord?" Renner interceded.
"By all means," Lord Ainz graciously said.
The discussion was rather lengthy and throughout it all they kept playing. It was an odd thing, playing with such talented and powerful people. If anything, Zanac was surprised by how he actually enjoyed Lord Ainz's presence the most. The Marquis was friendly, but he was a guarded man, accustomed to being ruthless to any uppity noblemen within his domain. Renner… well… she was Renner. Lady Albedo, while smiling, seemed rather bored by the game. Lord Ainz, on the other hand, seemed genuinely likeable. There was only one problem…
"I must say, you are quite good at this game for a beginner, my lord," remarked Zanac with a lopsided smile.
"Trust me," said Lord Ainz. "I have no idea why I have won four hands in a row."
If Zanac didn't know better, he would say the dark Lord was genuinely shocked by his own ability at Poker. However, no one was that lucky. No, Lord Ainz was making it clear he was a master schemer.
Perhaps he is telling me that he is the true player in the kingdom, or perhaps it is a warning, telling me he is four if not more steps ahead of me and that I should reconsider any thoughts of treachery, reasoned Zanac.
"Beginner's luck, perhaps?" Guessed the Marquis.
"Yes, I am sure it is that," Renner added, with an innocent tone that suggested the opposite of what she meant.
"As if you lesser beings could ever hope to compete against the Supreme One," gloated a smug Albedo.
Suzuki, in part, whined deep inside. He wished he had such luck when he had used the Gatcha system back in Yggdrassil.
"Going back to our discussion," Lord Ainz said, clearing his throat.
He tried to act embarrassed, but Zanac (and everyone) knew just how good an actor he truly was. Zanac had to concede, Lord Ainz could give Renner a run for her gold when it came to appearing human. They all, of course, knew better than to suspect Lord Ainz of being anything other than the grand dark lord he was.
"How many targets do you have in mind?"
"There are seven we've identified," said Zanac.
Although it was mostly Renner and the Marquis who actually found the targets, he mentally added.
"If we do not include Madam Cygnaeus' mansion, dear brother," Renner daintily added.
"Madam Cygnaeus?" Asked Lord Ainz.
"She's a high-grade prostitute that lures foolish young nobles to her mansion, in which she throws grand and, some may say, degenerate, parties in order to later blackmail said youths," Renner stated.
"I suspect you only have rumors and no hard evidence, then," said Lord Ainz.
"Not enough to arrest her, no," said Renner. "At the same time, I fear she might be involved in more unsavory business, such as drug trade."
"And you wouldn't mind if I were to… deal… with her and her little mansion?" Lord Ainz tentatively asked.
"Madam Cygnaeus is yours to do as you see fit, my Lord," grunted Zanac, feeling a pang of guilt and shame. There he was, condemning who-know-how many people, innocents included, to a dark lord who controlled untold horrors. "The other targets, which are deep within the city, would better suited for the more… human… of your servants."
He looked at Sebas and Yuri, who had remained impassive and stoic throughout the entire meeting. Zanac would have betted on them being anything but human.
"We must make sure no word of your participation comes out, your lordship," the Marquis added. "Some of my men will make sure to cover your tracks. If possible, I would suggest you make the raids look like a hostile takeover, or the actions of a vigilante group. For Madam Cygneaus' mansion, burning it down will do just fine."
Lord Ainz nodded, before humming, thinking about something.
"What about innocent witnesses or bystanders?" Lord Ainz asked.
Now this was a part that Renner had to really work to convince Zanac. It was the Marquis who finally helped him see reason, but Zanac still didn't like having to become so ruthless. Sadly, if he wanted to improve his country, sacrifices would have to be made.
To think it will only get worse if I ever do get the crown, Zanac gloomily thought.
"Like the Marquis said, no one can know about your involvement," Zanac somberly said.
"I understand," slowly nodded Lord Ainz.
Zanac sighed, already feeling the burden of his actions.
Here I am, selling innocent countrymen for the sake of an alliance that could very well come back to bite me in the rear, Zanac grumpily thought. But… of all evils to come across the Kingdom, Lord Ainz has proven to be the most benign, if what I've heard about him is anywhere true.
"Very well, I will begin making preparations right away," nodded Lord Ainz.
"How soon do you expect to begin the raids?" asked Zanac, trying to rein in his impatience.
"If possible… perhaps tonight," Ainz hummed.
"Tonight?" Zanac and Raeven chorused in shock.
"I have excellent servants," Lord Ainz admitted with a smirk. "In fact, I have just the two in mind for what we must accomplish…"
"That is wonderful, is it not dear brother?" Renner happily said.
No need to be so happy about it, Zanac mentally grunted.
However, he couldn't deny he was a bit excited himself at the idea of finally seeing some real change in his beloved country, to finally get rid of the issues plaguing his people.
"I suppose," said Zanac.
Perhaps there was reason to be hopeful after all…
Sebas Tian, like all members of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, had an inherent dislike to leaving the tomb. As he walked across the human streets, clad in a simple coat, mask and hood, he found himself both fascinated and displeased. He partly didn't like walking around in some kind of costume yet he was rather intrigued by the human dwellings, even if he had rather be back at the Ninth Floor.
His five equally cloaked and hooded companions were just as displeased, if not more.
"This place reeks," commented a disgusted Lupusregina Beta.
The three cloaked vampires (two aristocrats kindly provided by Shalltear and Elion) didn't say anything, but one could almost feel their sneers of agreement behind their masks.
"Silence, sister," admonished Yuri.
Sebas stopped walking as he noticed a man waving at them outside an alleyway. The head butler looked around and, once he was sure no one was following, he followed the human into the alleyway. There, he was greeted by the sight of knights. All of them carried the emerald snake sigil of Lord Marquis vassals.
The man who had signaled Sebas approached him with a solemn face, and leaned across the corner to stare down the narrow street. He spoke in whisper, and glanced back at the other humans, making sure he wasn't being overheard. One of Sebas' companion, Elion, translated for him.
"See the metal door? That's the main entrance. Customers come and go from there, so I am sure it will be the most heavily defended," the man said. "There's a secondary entrance, perhaps a hidden exit."
He pointed at said entrances and Sebas nodded.
"We will keep lookout and enter once you give the signal," said the man. "Do try to keep it clean… we can't do miracles, you know?"
"Thank you, good sir," Sebas said, allowing for Elion to translate.
Sebas turned around and was about to leave, before the human spoke again.
"Good luck, Sir," said the man. "Expect heavy resistance, by the way. There are many important people who allegedly use these places…"
Again, Sebas nodded and walked out towards the indicated doors. There, the non-humans stood, studied the metal door. It was far from inconspicuous, after all.
"Yuri, would you take care of the alternative exit? It will probably be less guarded. #2499, could you accompany her?"
"Yes, my Lord," replied Yuri and one of the Vampire Aristocrats accompanying them.
"Remember everyone," said Sebas. "Lord Momonga has asked us to be extremely cautious. There is no telling when we might face a hidden Player or someone with a surprisingly potent item. Be swift and leave no room to failure. Additionally, remember it would be preferable to capture the humans alive."
"Yes, my Lord," the group chorused before splitting up.
As Yuri and her assigned backup went to the other door, Sebas took a stance. From the corner of his eyes he noticed blurs of movement on the rooftops. There were red glowing eyes and three yellow orbs, well hidden behind chimneys and gaps. If there were any players or surprises, then Sebas counted with enough forces to do quick work of them. He even carried a World Class Item as a precaution.
Once Yuri was in a similar stance as his, Sebas gave her a nod and the operation began.
Sebas had to admit, the door was impressively made, and quite durable. It took him three good hits to pry it open, but then again, he didn't want to outright cave it in. It would otherwise look too suspicious and Sebas suspected the Knights of the Emerald Snake would be able to come up with means to make the attack look as if perpetrated by humans.
Shouted someone inside, something Sebas sadly could not understand. He made a mental note to ask Demiurge to organize some means to learn the language, perhaps have all other servants of the Supreme One learn.
At the moment, Sebas found himself facing ten filthy and smelly humans. Dumbfounded, they looked quite surprised by his sudden entrance. Such was their shock, they did not reach for their weapons… not that it changed much.
Sebas, and his companions, were on their targets within the blink of an eye. Sebas had to resist the urge to just destroy the humans. His instincts (or rather his programming) urge him to deal with the enemies of the Great Tomb without hesitation or mercy. However, Lord Momonga wanted them captured, and captured they would be.
He broke legs, disarmed foes with bone-crushing punches and sometimes kicked humans straight to the wall. Once the humans were dealt with, they stepped deeper inside.
The next room was more of a central hall, found down a stairway and through more doors. There was what looked like a bar, comfortable sofas and what appeared a platform, perhaps to reveal slaves or prostitutes. In any case, whoever had been enjoying the show had quickly departed, leaving only brigands and fighters. Sebas did raise an eyebrow when he saw fully plated knights in their mix, carrying the sigil of fists on their chest.
These humans were well-prepared in case anyone did try to barge in, Sebas hummed.
"Who the fuck are you?!" One of the knights shouted, not that Sebas or any of his companions could understand.
Sebas was quite tempted on offering a polite greeting, as he felt any proper butler would do, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he rushed at them. The humans were all too shocked.
From makeshift barricades and the bar counters, brigands with crossbows shot at them, to no avail. Any bolt lucky enough to come even close to Sebas were easily grabbed mid-air and thrown back at their owner, but even then, the humans were too frightened to aim true. Human after human, Sebas disarmed, maimed and incapacitated his foes.
Twenty six humans had been waiting for Sebas and his companions, and twenty six humans were left on the ground, either sobbing, crying in pain or lifeless. Seeing as there were no more targets, Sebas and the others took a moment to assess their surroundings. So far, Yuri and the other aristocratic vampire had to meet up with them.
Still, so far, so good. Noticing the many side doors, it looked like it was time to move deeper into the base.
"Man, this place is bigger than I thought," whistled Lupusregina in amazement.
She sniffed the air and smiled at Sebas.
"I think this is a human mating house, Lord Sebas," she said.
"How curious," said Sebas. "Our allies suggested this could be a slave market… not that that changes anything. Contact Shalltear and let us continue with the plan."
Sebas didn't stay to hear Lupusregina speak with Shalltear through the [Message] spell and instead picked a door, followed by one of the vampires.
The corridor Sebas took was empty, six doors on each side. His eyes, though, went to the dirt everywhere, and the horrible stench. As a butler who served the Supreme One, he felt affronted at the lack of cleanness around him. Without further hesitation, he went to the first door and carried out his task.
In each room, one of two things happened: he either found it with a terrified female inside, or a male doing something to a female. Whilst all patrons were humans, some of the female prisoners were not. There was an elf, a female of some unknown species (Leshy, he would later find out), a female goblin and, to his own shock, a lizardwoman. Far more shocking, though, was the female zombie that Sebas actually found in the process of tending to one of the patrons.
In all cases, however, the females had been badly mistreated. They carried bruises, were visibly malnourished and some even have their backs covered in scars. The patrons of that place were, without a doubt, deviants. Sebas saw no other explanation to the harm inflicted on such weak females.
In any case, Sebas carried on with his work, calmly walking into a room, delivering a few good slaps to the patrons until they were rendered immobile and walked out, onto the next room. Behind him, Vampire Brides made their appearance, no doubt to drag males and females alike to one of Shalltear's portals.
As he worked, Sebas felt an odd sense of indignation bubbling in his chest. Perhaps it was the thought that his creator, Lord Touch Me, would never approve of what the humans were doing. Perhaps, Sebas saw the abused human females and actually found himself imagining one of the homunculi maids in their place, mistreated by filthy humans who sought to satisfy themselves in some strange violent manner.
Why did the Supreme Beings create the homunculi maids to closely resemble human females? Wondered Sebas.
He felt troubled at the unbidden and inappropriate comparison, especially with the way his imagination was making him come up with ridiculous scenarios… such as the terrible scenario of one of the homunculi maids caught up in a situation like those very humans Sebas was rescuing.
No, Sebas couldn't bring himself the thought of harm ever befalling his subordinates. They were his responsibility as Floor Guardian, and much like Lord Momonga showed great concern to each and everyone one of his servants, openly worrying about their safety and their happiness, even personally asking how they were faring, so did Sebas tried to care for those under his command.
Perhaps I will ask Lord Momonga to teach the maids how to fight, Sebas thought. We have yet to figure out what can be done during the 'free time' the Supreme One has asked of us… hmmm… maybe he wanted the maids and other servants trained all along. Maybe that was the purpose of having time for ourselves in which we did not work. It must be… I will consult with the other Floor Guardians and the Overseer.
His thoughts were broken by the cackling coming from inside the room. Curious, Sebas walked in, only to find a pig trying to mate with a human. No, not a pig. He was a human… or maybe a beast-man? Sebas didn't believe humans could hold that much fat in them, though. Perhaps Demiurge would be allowed to investigate the matter further.
The human-pig was quick to notice Sebas. He, apparently, fell in the indignant category of patrons caught red-handed. Differently from the others, however, Sebas noticed this patron had been far harsher than the others. The female beneath the swine was barely recognizable. In fact, Sebas couldn't tell if she was even human.
Unceremoniously, Sebas walked over to the bed and delivered a powerful slap, stronger than he had delivered to the other patrons. The pig-man went spinning in the air only to roll around the floor. When he managed to recover and kneel up, Sebas was already working down on him, unceremoniously injuring the man to the point of non-mobility.
With his job done, Sebas studied the female. Unsure whether she would live, Sebas strolled out and took out a handkerchief, disgusted at the filthy swine he had to deal with. That's how he was found by Yuri and Lupusregina.
"We have finished exploring this place, my lord," Yuri said.
"Any problems?" Sebas casually asked.
"None my Lord. I did come across a lord that may be in charge here, but I am not sure," Yuri said.
"Did you manage to catch a name, by any chance?"
"I think it was Cocco Doll," Yuri replied, unsure. "But I am not sure."
Lupusregina burst out laughing.
"Cocco what? Ha! That sounds like a chicken's name," cackled the werewolf.
Sebas allowed Lupusregina to have her fun and focused on Yuri.
"What about valuables?" Sebas asked.
"We have found supplies and coffers with abundant coins, my Lord. They are being taken away as we speak," reported Yuri. "We are now conducting a second sweep of the complex."
"Very good," Sebas nodded approvingly.
"Geez, what's up with these humans?" Wondered Lupusregina. "Like seriously, was that lizardwoman back there really for mating purposes?"
"I believe that is the case," said Yuri.
"Disgusting," thought Lupusregina, gagging. She suddenly paused, thoughtful. "Huh… do you think Lord Momonga would desire a lizardwoman for the harem?"
Sebas, Yuri and Lupusregina hummed in unison, equally contemplative.
"I will discuss the matter with the Overseer and Floor Guardians," Sebas decided. "However, we should finish here."
Sebas hummed and looked around him. Hopefully, Lord Momonga would be pleased with their performance… and hopefully he would never walk in such a please. Seriously, the base required a good maid to clean it up. Disgusting.
Hilma Cygneous had be trapped in a nightmare. It couldn't be real. No, it couldn't.
She looked around, shivering in the cold, damp place. The only source of light came from above, and only revealed the area she was sitting. Dressed only in her night clothes, she tried to comfort herself with the thought she would wake up at any moment, away from that metal chair and back in her bed and mansion.
Hilma looked down at her arms and gulped. She remembered the pain, the torture, the many things those things had done… and yet there were no injuries. She would have dismissed most of her horrible memories as some delusion brought by intoxication, but one fact remained: Hilma no longer had her viper tattoo.
Hungry, cold and terrified, Hilma was reminded of her time before she had a mansion, before she had money and all she could have dreamed about.
Is it all gone? She thought. What… what had happened exactly?
It had happened so fast, and she had managed to see so little… but no, Hilma remembered more than enough.
Hilma hugged herself as she remembered waking up. She had been alone, in peace, in her room. However, no sooner she had been awake she knew things had gone to hell. There were screams and yelling and hollering and cackling…
The high class prostitute had run to her window and looked down at the garden below. Under the moonlight, she had barely managed to see people running. There had been humans, trying to escape twisted silhouettes. Hilma hadn't managed to see that much, not before something landed on the window and scared the hell out of her.
A demon.
Yes, that had been what had taunted her across the window. Leather wings, glowing yellow eyes, sharp-teeth and sadistic evil oozing from every pore. Hilma had, of course, run. She had screamed too, and she felt no shame to admit it.
However, the horrors playing outside were nothing to those taking place inside the mansion. Hilma had quickly discovered demons had been everywhere. They had calmly chased down people, sadistically taking their time, and those they caught they had proceeded to toy with, poking at them with their weapons, inflicting small injuries at a time, and cackling in their agony.
Then Hilma had been caught and suffered the same fate as everyone else at her mansion. At some point, the demons had stopped their torture and she had been dragged into the darkness…
The darkness! Now Hilma remembered. There had been a dark void, the one that led straight to actual hell. Yes, she remembered being dragged to a cold cell… and then there was that thing, smelly, bloated and disgusting, that had tortured her with all manner of devices, demanding every single detail of information out of her.
What happened after that? Hilma wondered, confused.
Abruptly, the world in front of her lit up and Hilma, momentarily blinded, covered her face. When her eyes adjusted, she found herself horrified at what she saw… and confused. Very confused, actually.
Not far from her, beneath a halo of light much like hers, was a table. It was simple and unassuming, with no decorations or anything recognizable. There were two chairs opposite each other. Sitting on one of them, facing Hilma, was someone. No, something.
Memories flashed across Hilma and her breath caught. She remembered him. He was the demon that was leading the others, smirking down as the torture and screamed played out.
"Ah, Miss Hilma, or should I address you as Madam Hilma?" The creature said.
He gestured at the chair in front, before adjusting his glasses. Hilma started shaking violently, feeling the urge to vomit, flee and just roll over and cry, all at the same time.
"Please, do take a seat," said the monster. He tilted his head, sounding suddenly concerned. "Oh, if you do not feel up to a little chat, I could return you to the others…"
"No!" Screamed Hilma.
Hilma almost jumped out of the chair and rushed to the other one. Trembling, she plopped down the chair opposite the demon.
"That- that won't be necessary… ehm… sir… m-my lord?" Hilma said. She averted her eyes, shaking.
"Right, let us start with introductions, shall we?" The demon purred. "I am Lord Demiurge, loyal servant to the Supreme One."
"H-Hilma, m-my Lord," meekly said Hilma. "Miss Hilma will do."
"Excellent," nodded Demiurge.
He looked down at the papers in front of him and he hummed, interested about something.
"Let me start by saying, Miss Hilma, my organization is searching for people with certain… talents. You see, I manage quite many departments, and each of them are quite busy with many, many projects," explained Demiurge.
He put down the papers and smirked at Hilma, sending a shudder across her very soul.
"And you, Miss HIlma, are one of those people I believe could benefit my organization," said Demiurge.
Hilma blinked.
"You… you want to recruit me?" She asked in disbelief.
"I believe I have just said that," patiently said Demiurge. He intertwined his fingers and looked at her, scrutinizing her with those eyes of his. "Yes, Miss Hilma, you have prior experience in running large secret organizations, don't you? And I am quite fascinated by the particular branch you run so efficiently. From what we have learned, thanks to your dedicated co-workers we have captured, you were very proficient in your job. Indeed, you have the sets of skills I have been looking for."
He casually glanced at his papers. The motions were so deliberate that Hilma could recognize they were unnecessary. This demon was playing with her, revealing just how unnecessary it all was yet having her play along, perhaps for his own amusement.
"You used to work for Eight Fingers in the Drug department," said Demiurge. "You admitted to blackmailing and controlling more than a few pharmacists, didn't you? That's excellent. My organization will require as many alchemists as we can muster, especially for our long-term goals."
Hilma just nodded, yet she just didn't understand what was happening. What organization did a demon run?
"I will be frank, Miss Hilma," said Demiurge. "As of right now, you are my prime candidate to become my assistant. I had thought I had found someone else, but the Overseer believes she will make for a better assistant in ruling the kingdom instead."
"Assistant?" Hilma repeated, confused.
"Yes, Miss Hilma," Demiurge purred. "My assistant. Prove yourself to me, prove your worth to the Supreme Being, and you will become part of my organization, particularly when it comes to the New Blood project outside the Tomb…" he smirked. "I hope you are not too attached to your humanity."
Hilma's eyes widened. Did that mean she would get to live? No, not just live… a smile crawled on her face. Perhaps, she would thrive and become something superior to a human. Could it be real? Could the demon actually give her one of the things she had wanted most in her life?
"I am glad you are interested in the position," purred Demiurge. "Shall we begin with this Interrogation for initial acquisition?"
Or as Suzuki would later call it: job interview.
The day had finally come. After four days, Nfirea and his escort were ready to leave. It had been admittedly quite a few exciting days for them all, but now they were all prepared to return to E-Rantel. The cart was full with barrels, crates and bags of herbs, the horses were impatiently waiting for their riders and everyone was gathered at the front gate of the village. There was only one thing left to do: bid farewells.
"Promise me you'll consider Lord Ainz's proposal," Enri asked Nfirea.
"I will," said Nfirea, smiling and hiding the way his heart ached. "You focus on becoming the best warchief around, alright?"
Enri just giggled and gave him a friendly punch. Nfirea moved to the rest of the Emmot family that had showed up to bid their own farewells.
"It was nice having you around," said Enri's mother.
"I hope you do decide to join Lord Ainz," said Enri's father. "He's quite a gracious lord."
"Yeah, don't be a lesser being," said little Nemu.
"Nemu!" Enri and her mother gasped.
On his part, Negan snickered next to Jugem and the goblin troop, standing a fair distance away from the front gate.
"We are all set, Mister Bareare," said Peter. He looked at Brita, who stood next to Enri. "You sure you want to stay?"
"Yeah," Brita nodded. "This huscarl here could do with a little time back on her roots."
"If you say so…" mused Peter, before addressing Enri. "Take care of her, Miss Emmot."
"Hey!" Squawked an indignant Brita.
"I will, Sir Peter," giggled Enri.
Nfirea looked around. Other than the Emmots, no one else had been there to bid their farewells. Lord Ainz had shown up earlier but it had been a brief meeting, having to deal with a lot of other things, and the Knights of the Blue Rose were just as busy.
"I do hope you come back soon," Enri said, giving Nfirea another friendly punch. "I will miss you, you know?"
"Me too," Nfirea mumbled. "A lot will have happened next time I show up. You'll have your own goblin fortress and- and you'll be a proper chieftain… Enri Emmot, ruler of the Forest of Tob and the Goblin Army."
"Yeah," sighed Enri with a small smile. "That and I'll officially be a Lady-in-waiting. I will have sworn myself and my goblins to Lord Ainz and…" she looked up at the sky, smiling "…I guess we'll see from there."
Enri was obviously nervous. Now that the Gathering was officially ending and chieftains were leaving the village, Lady Albedo would focus more on Enri and the demon-kin had made it clear Enri would spend a lot of time with her. That, in turn, also meant spending time in Lord Ainz's realm and his court. In the meantime, Enri had been receiving lessons to learn some of their foreign speech under the strict tutelage of Negan, and Lady Yuri Alpha.
"Until next time then," Enri said.
Nfirea smiled and nodded, before climbing on his cart.
"Yeah… till next time!" Nfirea said.
As the small group rolled out of the village, Nfirea turned around and shouted.
"Try not to summon more armies!"
"I make no promises!" Enri shouted back. "Safe travels and send my regards to Lizzie!"
Nfirea kept waving at Enri, and so did Enri. For a while, they watched the other even as they each further grew apart. Then, they both dropped their arms and went back to their duties. Enri would no doubt go to her lands and spend time with her goblins, alongside Nemu, where she would also be forced to sit through her lessons on God-speech. Nfirea, on the other hand, had a long trip ahead of him.
Truth to be told, Nfirea felt quite good. He wasn't nervous and, admittedly, he was rather relieved. Enri was safe and sound, and she was happy.
She doesn't want to admit it, but being a warchief really suits her, especially around those goblins, Nfirea thought.
He had managed to get to know the goblin troop stationed at Carne Village, including Jugem, and he was surprised to discover he kind of came to like them. They were a strangely unruly bunch, something akin to children, and Enri was fantastic at dealing with youngsters. She was already acting both as General and mother to the goblins.
Nfirea glanced at the back of his cart and smiled.
Grandmother will be more than pleased with all the new herbs I've found, thought Nfirea.
Yes, all things considered, things had gone rather well. His heart was in tatters, but it would mend.
The way back to E-Rantel was a lot easier than the way to Carne Village. The Swords of Darkness were in high spirits, unable to stop speaking about all they had experienced. Lukrut was teased at being beaten by Aura the elf while Dayne expressed his admiration for Mare's druidic abilities. Peter was far more shocked by the fact Sir Lakyus actually possessed one of the fabled Swords of Darkness their party of warriors had sworn themselves to one day find and Ninya… Ninya was the happiest of the bunch, a new necklace hanging from his neck. Allegedly, it was given personally by Lord Ainz for when time Ninya was in a time of need.
Truly, the experience in Carne Village would be remembered for the rest of their lives.
Their stop in the village between E-Rantel and Carne Village was strangely eventful. The villagers were in extremely high spirits themselves. There was a lot of optimism in the air, after all, and that meant a lot of mead and beer flowing. Rumors floated about Lord Ainz hunting down brigands in the dark and fending off goblins and monsters from the Forest of Tob led by the Great Shadow. Some even boasted about how the Kingdom was destined to a new direction.
Not everyone, however, was pleased or optimistic about their chances. Whispering and far quieter than the cheerful villagers, Nfirea didn't fail to notice those who suspected Lord Ainz of foul play, and how everyone was a fool to trust a non-human. It was hard to tell who thought what, or even if most people even cared. Villagers tended to care mostly about their crops and daily lives, after all.
When Nfirea saw E-Rantel, he truly felt as if he had been gone weeks. By dusk, they had made it across the gates and into the streets of the city. The Swords of Darkness offered to help Nfirea and, by nightfall, Nfirea was back to the shop.
The city was just as Nfirea had remembered. Even when the last rays of the sun had yet to vanish, prostitutes were already out on the streets, men were getting drunk and louds brawls echoed across the city. Merchants and vendors were already closed and now the people of the night were out to waste their silver and copper.
He smiled as he saw the entrance to his family shop, feeling a tug in his heart. In a way, Nfirea had some optimism himself. He had decided he would turn a new leaf. Enri was safe and happy, and the least he could do for her was to try and be happy himself. Perhaps he could do as his grandmother suggested and, maybe, court one of the many females that seemed to try and garner his attention… after he had experimented with the new herbs he had discovered, of course.
Into the back entrance they went, straight into the storage room. Everything was dark, and Nfirea was a bit surprised his grandmother had yet to greet them. However, there was much to do, and Nfirea did feel comfortable about working in the night. So, with the aid of the Swords of Darkness, they started unloading crates, barrels and bags.
At some point, the door on the far end opened and Nfirea turned, surprised. The Swords of Darkness paused, suddenly worried. There was a blinding flash of light and then-
"What took you so damn long?!"
Nfirea smiled sheepishly as his grandmother grumpily walked over to him and the nearby warriors sighed.
"Hello, grandmother," Nfirea said.
"Don't just say stand there. Finish unloading!" Lizzie said with a huff.
Nfirea chuckled. He hadn't missed the greedy glint in Lizzie's eyes as she studied his bounty. She probably was dying to see what Nfirea had managed to secure. She clearly had expected a lot less herbs, and rightfully so.
"You will not believe the sort of plants I've found," said Nfirea.
"Ah, yes, the herbs, that's what you went there for," Lizzie said with a knowing look on her eyes. "So, lad, did you find what you wanted?"
Nfirea smiled at his grandmother.
"Yes," he said. He had found a happy and healthy Enri, and that was enough for him.
"Really? Did you really manage to finally get the girl?" Asked Lizzie.
"W-well, no," Nfirea mumbled.
"Urgh, what am I going to do with you?" Lizzie said with a disappointed grunt.
The group finished unloading and then came even more farewells. Truthfully, Nfirea felt he had made friends with the warriors, and that the feeling was mutual. They shook hands, made promises to one day meet at a mead-hall and they all teased Lukrut some more about his impossible loves. At the moment, Lukrut had developed obsession with one of Lord AInz's warrior-wives, Lady Naberal. She was extremely pretty, but everyone knew Lukrut was just asking to be killed, and violently so.
Once they were alone, grandmother and grandchild locked their shop and went to the workshop, to have a nice chat. Lizzie brought bread and water and Nfirea quickly ate, feeling ravenous.
"So, are the rumors true, thick-headed grandson of mine?" Lizzie asked.
"About Lord Ainz? Yes," Nfirea nodded. "More than true. You won't believe it, not unless you see him in person. Those herbs I brought? They are from deep inside the Forest of Tob."
"They are?" Lizzie said, wide-eyed. "Ainz Ooal Gown lives in there?"
"No… Enri does," Nfirea chuckled as Lizzie stared at him like he had grown a second head. "Yeah, I know. You have yet to hear about Enri's goblin army."
Lizzie folded her arms and looked skeptically at him.
"You pull my leg further, Nfirea, and I will box your head straight to the Four," Lizzie said. She raised a teasing eyebrow.
"I promise, grandmother, it is all the truth," Nfirea said.
Lizzie, surprised, raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to ask something, when the door to the room opened. The Bareare's immediately gasped and stepped away. Shocked, a figure slipped in.
It was a woman, and one that held an air of danger around her. Scantily clad, twirling stilettos in her hands and with a cat-like smile on her eyes, Nfirea looked around for means of escape. Lizzie squinted at the woman, poised for a fight.
"Oh my, am I interrupting?" Said Clementine. "Please, do go on… we have all night for ourselves!"
"Who are you?" Lizzie asked. "Leave at this instant, miss, or I promise you, I will turn you to potion ingredients."
"Oh how violent," purred Clementine. "Don't you think so, Harvey?"
A chill run down Lizzie and Nfirea as something moved in the shadow behind them. There, the Bareare's witnessed a creature of darkness walk out from the shadows, burning red eyes zeroing in them. All Nfirea could think about was how they resembled those of Lord Ainz.
Next to the dark entity came a bald smirking man, one that looked just as cruel and evil as the first intruder. It was clear, from their eyes, these were no mere thieves, and what they wanted was far more sinister than coin or potions.
"Yes, quite violent indeed," said the dark figure.
"W-what do you want, fiends?" Spat Lizzie.
The dark figure tilted its head, looking intrigued.
"For now, tell me all you know about Ainz Ooal Gown," a dark aura, one that gripped Nfirea and Lizze with paralyzing fear, stretched across the room. "I want to know everything."
Evil-Eye had never liked mead-halls. They were loud, smelly and the humans there were plain obnoxious. And yet that's where their fearless leader wanted to celebrate their latest successful raid… or rather, where Warrior Gagaran and the twins conspired to get Lakyus dead drunk, and boy was that a sight.
"Death to Eight Fingers!" yelled Lakyus, standing on one of the two long tables that run the length of the hall.
The knight wobbled from side to side and swung Kilineiram without a care in the world with one hand, before chugging more mead onto her face from a tankard on the other. On each side, Gagaran and the twins watched with happy grins, casually filling Lakyus' tankard without her noticing.
The worst part were the other humans, who were just as drunk as Lakyus, and perhaps just as loud.
"Yeah!" Chorused the crowd of burly red-faced warriors. "Death to Eight Fingers!"
"You know how we should celebrate?" Drunk-Lakyus slurred.
A hand went to her chest, grabbing something. Evil-Eye's stared, shocked. Was Lakyus going to do something lewd? No way. However, everyone else appeared to think so, especially with how they leaned forward, wide-eyed. The twins in particular looked quite expectant and excited while Gagaran was fighting off the desire to boisterously break out in laughter. Oh, if Lakyus did go that far they would intervene… and boy would they tease Lakyus until the end of times.
"You – hic - ready?" Mumbled Lakyus.
"Yeah!" Cried the men (and twins) ready to see Lakyus do something utterly embarrassing.
"You sure?" Asked Lakyus.
The gathered audience cheered again.
"Then lets…" Lakyus said, before pulling something out of her chest "…give a prayer to the Water God!"
There was a moment of silence in which everyone realized all Lakyus had done was pull out a small booklet, no doubt with many holy verses and quotes.
"Awwww," chorused the disappointed crowd, dispersing and walking away.
"Don't give me that – hic- you heathens!" Slurred Lakyus, swinging her sword. "Now, everyone, first verse of-"
"I think you had enough to drink, fearless leader," said Gagaran, grabbing Lakyus.
"No, no," protested the drunken warrior.
Lakyus, much to Evil-Eye's amusement, was way too drunk to fight Gagaran as the large woman picked her up and placed on the long bench. Then, Gagaran keep the tankard away from Lakyus. It took its effort, especially with how attached Lakyus was to her tankard.
"Hey, give me that," protested Lakyus, reaching to her distant mead.
"Oh no, any more of this and you'll start giving sermons," said Gagaran, terrified by that prospect, trying to keep the tankard as far away as possible while she held Lakyus at bay.
Tia and Tina grumpily folded their arms, frustrated by Lakyus pious drunkenness. Evil-Eye shook her head at the two. Seriously, those two really had to come clean with Lakyus.
"I… must… fight the darkness in me," mumbled Lakyus, as her eyes slowly closed, still trying to reach her drink.
"Yeah, yeah, you do that, fearless leader," Gagaran hummed, patting Lakyus.
Slowly, Lakyus's head bobbed and her eyes closed. She hiccupped once again, but she was unable to fend off her tiredness.
"…darkness… defeat… awesome dark evil fortress…"
And then Lakyus was snoring. Her hands, though, were still reaching towards the tankard. For a moment, the Blue Roses did nothing. Finally, Lakyus' arms dropped and everyone smiled, having averted a catastrophe.
"Well, I guess that means we are calling it a night," said Gagaran.
She wrapped an arm around Lakyus and joisted her like a sack of potatoes over her shoulder.
"We can take the Evil Boss to her bed," said Tina.
"We'll keep an eye on Evil Boss," added Tia.
"Yeah, that's not happening," Countered Gagaran. "I'm on leader-watch tonight."
She patted the snoring Lakyus while the assassins glared at Gagaran.
"Man, fearless leader, you need to learn to hold your drink," boisterously laughed Gagaran as she walked off, followed by a pair of grumpy assassins.
"…and the light will wash over the darkness and then…" mumbled Lakyus in her sleep, chanting one of the many holy prayers to the Four Gods.
The Blue Roses paused, fearful that Lakyus had woken up and started going on some religious prayer. However, it looked like she was still asleep and, thus, sighed with relief. Even Evil-Eye couldn't stand when Lakyus went all religious.
"Are you coming?" Tia asked Evil-Eye, who remained seated.
"You go ahead. I have something to do," said the vampire.
The assassins traded stoic faces before they shrugged in unison. The pair then hurried after Gagaran, probably to pester her to be allowed to take Lakyus. Once they were gone, Evil-Eye looked around and then sneaked out.
She ignored the cold chilly night air of the countryside. As an undead, it didn't trouble her. However, she was apprehensive of what she wanted to do. Making her way to the nearby stables, across the village center, she made sure no one was watching, and then casted [Teleportation].
A bright blue circle of magic formed at her feet. After a few seconds, there was a flash of light and, in an instant, Evil-Eye found herself in another stable. This one, though, was from a different village. In fact, it was Carne Village's.
Quietly, Evil-Eye checked the village outside. It was all quiet, except for a handful of villagers on patrol. The only lights were those at the walls and on lanterns held by sentinels. After waiting for what felt like an eternity, making sure no one had saw the flash of blue light, Evil-Eye then used [Invisibility] and hurried outside.
Tonight was the night Evil-Eye would finally confirm her suspicions. Was it foolish of her? No, Evil-Eye was certain it was the correct thing to do. She needed to know if the angel known Negan wasn't, in fact, Nigun Grid Luid.
It all made sense to her. No matter what Lakyus and the others thought of her speculations (going as far as calling it childish), Evil-Eye was certain she was right.
For starters, the Black Scripture had faced off Ainz, and some of them got captured. From what the vampire recalled, Nigun was a religious nutter, and quite obsessed with angels and what not. Secondly, Evil-Eye could have sworn no one could match Nigun's arrogance, except Negan.
Being undead meant she had far better memory than her comrades, and Evil-Eye was certain the voices matched. The fact Lord Ainz and others sometimes called the angel Nigun, and the angel was quite nervous around the Blue Roses, rather than anyone else, fed to her suspicions. If Evil-Eye was right, then it only meant Lord Ainz's powers were even greater than anyone had suspected, and far more dangerous.
A man who could promise immortality, after all, was no mere individual. There would be no telling how many warriors and noblemen could be enticed to betray the country. Lakyus and the other knights of the Blue Rose had to know…
There was another reason behind her desire to know about Nigun's true fate. If he had actually been turned into an angel, perhaps in exchange of the Theocracy's secrets… was it possible Lord Ainz was capable of the reverse? In other words, could Lord Ainz have the power to change someone's species? If that was the case, then Evil-Eye just had to know. The mere possibility gnawed on her very soul.
Another thought that crossed Evil-Eye's mind was that maybe, it could also mean she could actually have a way of making her friends immortal, like her. It was a horrible thought, one she pushed down deep in her heart, but Evil-Eye knew that it would haunt her. Regardless, Evil-Eye found herself driven to confirm Nigun's transformation.
Her destination was easy to spot, and Evil-Eye counted her lucky stars at the fact the village had lost their Cú during their first attack. Had there been any of those hounds, she would have been caught long ago. In any case, she reached the house and, carefully, tried to peak her head through the window.
Inside, much to Evil-Eye's relief, was Enri and Negan. However, to Evil-Eye's disappointment, so was Enri's father.
"-I can't take it," Evil-Eye heard Enri say.
"Please, it would mean a lot if you were to take the axe of our family," softly said Enri's father.
"But it's yours," said the young woman.
"Enri, you are a chieftain now, a warrior queen of sorts. I would sleep a lot easier knowing you have my weapon, and so would your mother," Enri's father said.
There was a long moment of silence. Evil-Eye, curious, listened, all while trying to see if she could make Nigun's face. She mentally cursed at the fact all she saw was the angel's back.
"I don't know how to wield it, father," Enri mumbled.
"Lady Albedo will no doubt teach you if you ask," chuckled the man. "She carries a similar weapon, after all."
More silence.
"Alright, but I don't promise I will ever manage to properly use it," said Enri.
"That's my girl," chuckled the man. "And as to wielding it… it doesn't matter, Enri. You just need to look the part."
Father and daughter shared a soft laugh at that.
"Did you talk to Lord Ainz about Nemu?"
"Yes," Enri said. "He has agreed to give her just as good an education as me."
"That's… good," sighed the man with clear relief. "The gods, we are truly blessed. My girls, getting a noble's education!"
Regardless the circumstances, Evil-Eye found herself smiling at that. It felt nice to hear that both Enri and her little sister would have a better future. It was a pity it took a dark lord to achieve that.
However, her ruminations were cut short as hands were wrapped around her.
Evil-Eye tried to cry for help, to do something, only to find her body sink into something liquid. No, it was viscous rather than liquid, and for some reason, it seemed capable of retaining anything that sank in, including her arms. As she tried to scream, she suddenly realized she had been magically silenced. She thrashed and fought, just as she was slowly taken away from the Emmot's residence.
She tried to reach out, flail and wrench herself out of whatever she found herself caught in… to no avail. There was a giggle behind her, but Evil-Eye was buried too deep in the viscous trap to move her head and see who it was. To her dismay, she was then flying up and away from the village.
High into the air, she stopped, only to find herself staring at the glowing eyes of Lupusregina Beta. The redhead's smirk was feral and sadistic. Slowly, taking her good time, Lupusregina cackled as she reached towards Evil-Eye's mask. Evil-Eye, though, couldn't do anything. Her arms were held behind her, embedded in the disgusting liquid that so happened to be none other than Solution Epsilon.
Frantically, Evil-Eye looked around, only to find the other warrior-wives of Lord Ainz flying in air, and staring at her. They all watched with curious faces or no expressions at all.
This can't be happening, thought Evil-Eye.
Tears rolled down her face, helpless. She felt like a child once again, vulnerable. Why had she been so foolish? Why hadn't she been more careful? What were they going to do with her? All those thoughts crossed her mind as she struggled. Sadly, it was futile.
Lupusregina's hand reached her mask and pulled it away… and Evil-Eye felt the soft breeze against her exposed face.
Author Notes: And BANG, another chapter...
I sincerely feel I dropped the ball on this chapter, like it come off wrong. Maybe it was the lack of Suzuki's perspective? I don't know. What do you guys think?
Anyway, what are your thoughts on Renner? Do you think I wrote her well? And worry not, Hilma won't be joining the harem... she'll just be Demiurge's secretary. I'll admit, I can't remove the mental image of secretary-Hilma. Sorry about that.
Anyway, next chapter is sure going to be interesting... I hope.
Cheers, and until next time,
The Emerald Commander
