Hello Scrolls and Followers of Justice, Mr.Bones brings an interlude before the adventures continue, they almost always come after an arc, they are short and they are released in the middle of the week, I hope you like it.
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The one who came back
Interlude
After everyone left, Ainz headed to his office. There was a lot of work to be done and even though Albedo did most of it, he still needed to sign everything, so there were stacks of forms waiting for his stamp. Ainz sighed, thinking about how he needed a vacation.
Albedo remained in the throne room. She imagined her "secret hit squad" would find players before they could show themselves, as she found them arrogant and flashy, thus making them easy to spot. However, if it was some supreme being that had returned, he would have come directly to E-Rantel and sought out Momonga after hearing the name of Ainz Ooal Gown, strangely this is not what happened, someone is gathering information about the tomb, they show no higher power, nor draws attention, and the worst of it, managed to stay off the radar for all this time. Albedo was worried.
Demiurge was already formulating his twentieth plan on how to punish anyone who dared to mention the Great Tomb of Nazarick in a children's story. Despite not using the guardians' names, everyone knew what it was about, their greatest shame, the time they were defeated and allowed invaders to set foot on sacred ground – "never again"- thought the archdemon – "never again!"
Cocytus was at the ready on his floor. After the news that a possible player or one of his descendants was looking for Nazarick, he began to compulsively sharpen one of his swords, one that already had an edge capable of cutting through atoms, yet he continued to sharpen it without saying a word.
Aura and Mare didn't say anything to each other. The elves had strange feelings about the news and worried about possible changes, as they didn't like them very much. The last time something changed, they were abandoned by their creator. Nothing should change, everything should remain the same in the Great Tomb.
Shalltear was in her bed drinking something red from a richly ornate crystal goblet. Her thoughts were turbulent, she was between the anxiety of the hunt and the indefinite wait, the protection of Nazarick and the search for her enemies. Last time, her recklessness won her a disastrous and humiliating defeat – "I need to control myself" – thought the vampire while crushing her cup.
In the treasure room, Pandora's Actor was off duty from Momon's service, oblivious to everything that was going on as he was not called to the emergency meeting. He only had one thought: " Clean, clean, clean, shine, shine, shine aaaaaaaand catalog, tu ruru ruru ruru".