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Chapter 3

The world wasn't different as he thought. The many videos he saw and how the past looked played in his mind, and Momonga couldn't shake the feeling of wonderment as he stared at clean streets and blue sky. Still, while the world was obviously not the same as the one, he lived. Since it was the past or future-past? Or a world that was a different version of his world, but in the past? Or just the past, with magic on it? He couldn't say, and his head hurt to think about it. But the fact that he could breathe fresh air, look at the people just going into their business, without worrying about the nuclear winter, was unreal to him. Also, there was no need to evade the body of dead people on the street made Momonga happy.

So, a part of him just was not bothering into thinking about the whole prospect of a multiverse, or how he Nazarick was now there. There was no need to think about it. Momonga, however, was now discerning what was the next move for him now. What should he do?

Momonga, for the last weeks, has thought that, maybe. He could do something about the world he once called home, something good and worthwhile. He did not want such a beautiful place to end up like a barren waste, filled with dirt, and toxic waste. It was depressing, and just thinking about it annoyed him. So, he thought that, as his first goal. He would create a better world, built to his image. A world where he could be the supreme one. Egocentric, yes. But that was the idea. Still, sometimes he does get overwhelmed by such a thing.

Albedo and Demiurge keep on adding more and more plans and plots that I just don't know what is going on anymore! I just told them that I think world conquest was interesting! Momonga groaned internally.

Yet one idea from Demiurge lingered in his mind, and it was the prospect of using the magic of the so-called Wizarding World to their advantage. Maybe they could unite both worlds in a manner of speaking. Perhaps they could erase one and leave one behind. Momonga knows that humanity was going to kill itself one day. It may be a few hundred years too early, but he knows that it would eventually happen. So, if he allows to let humans do what they always had. Damnation would be their new home.

"Mm, I have truly changed, eh?" Momonga whispered.

"My lord?" Sebas asked him, as he was waiting for his lord's words. They were currently standing near a pub, just across the street from them, where the entrance to the Wizarding World was awaiting them.

"Ah, I apologize, Sebas, just lost in thought," Momonga said.

"We need to learn about the Wizarding World, and how they operate. So, please do remember how to act," Momonga said, and both Sebas and Yuri nodded at him.

"Yes, my lord Momonga," both said.

Momonga, Sebas, and Yuri crossed the street and approached the pub there. The citizens of Nazarick noticed how the sign changed, from a blackboard with nothing on it, to one with letters. The Leaky Cauldron, it says, and Momonga nodded to Sebas and Yuri to go forward, which they did. Momonga already has many backup plans in case something goes awry. He was paranoic by nature. So, in his mind, he wondered if there were other players like him around the world. The possibility, while minuscule, was there. At least in his mind. Yet, he felt as if that was the case. He would notice soon enough.

He wanted to move carefully around the world. But as his plans unfolded. He would slowly shake the world.

But first, Momonga would need to see what was installed for him in the Wizarding World. So Sebas and Yuri slowly opened the door of the pub and went inside. Momonga looked at his clothes. His fairly androgynous set of clothes sighed while steeping inside the place.

Thankfully, I look around fifteen or sixteen years old. Although, I could also look younger if I want. Mm, I do wonder if I could change my stature or something else? Just like my... um, private parts? I am not small, around 1.70. Not a giant, but, compared to my last height, is better... Yet, Albedo said, Succubus and Incubus could change my body parts. I wonder...? Momonga thought as he noticed a group of people looking at him, weirdly.

"Uh... welcome to The Leaky Cauldron," a man said, while mesmerized by the beauty of the people he was watching. They all looked incredibly outstanding, in their own right, and so thought the rest of the people there. It was said that magic could enhance appearance. They said that the more powerful a witch or wizard was, the more good-looking they become. It was just a theory, but for what they were witnessing. Those people may be incredibly powerful as well. Since their outward appearance by itself was beyond anything anyone has seen before.

The older man had a muscular chest, broad shoulders, and a stern look on his face. His tall and muscle body was visible even underneath his well-cared clothes. The ladies there blushed at him. The poor witches could feel the pure, raw power from him. Yet it was not all. Sebas looked at them and smiled. That was enough to make them all sigh dramatically.

"I thank you; we are new here. Would you kindly help us?" Sebas said, in a tender and gentle voice.

"Oh, uh... of course!"

"May we know your name, good sir?" Yuri asked gently, as everyone stared at the woman wearing a maid outfit. She was gorgeous without doubt, and every single man could see the body figure she had under such refine a piece of clothing. Whoever was their lord, he was a lucky man indeed.

"Just Tom," the barkeeper stuttered.

Yuri smiled as then the rest saw a young girl, or was it a boy, or something else? They didn't know, since such a young teen looked utterly lovely. The face made out in heaven, and an incredibly well-shaped body left many questions about the true sex of that person. Wizards and witches alike could only feel attracted to it. The teen had one of the most beautiful shades of green eyes they have ever seen and added those long eyelashes, red lips, and round cheeks. Whatever that young teen was, the only thing they know was that. An angel of great beauty has appeared before them.

"Excuse me sir, but, is there a way for us to know more about the... Ministry of Magic?" Momonga asked, as his feminine voice sounded like music to everyone's ear. A pleasant melody of sorts.

"Well, the ministry is always open... Yo-You could arrive by Floo Powder. There are many other ways... of course!" Tom said, and it puzzled Momonga, who started to get the idea of his incubus traits and auras. Since it was the first time, he was outside of Nazarick. Momonga was witnessing how much his appearance and extremely attractive nature was making normal humans react. They may be wizards, but they were still humans in his eyes.

Uh, it seems, I must thank Bukubukuchagama for these looks. It makes everyone confuse since my androgynous appearance is playing with their mind. Men or women are just attracted to me. Interesting. Momonga thought as he used it to his advantage. He smiled at the aged man.

"Could you tell me if there is a bank or something like that?" Momonga asked.

"Of course, Gringotts!"

"Thank you," Momonga said, and feeling brave, he winked. But his bravery disappears the moment he did just that. He glances down, ashamed of it.

Ugh! God, what did I do that?! Momonga cringed.

Thankfully, it only brought some sighs from the rest. Tom took the back where a wall was standing there. It was old and rusty, yet Momonga felt something emanating from it. He could see some strange symbols in the wall, and from the looks of it. Sebas and Yuri could see it as well. Momonga wondered if their items, or abilities, were making it easier for them to see the magic of that world.

"One second please," Tom said and then. He tapped the wall and after a few seconds. The wall started to move aside.

"Uh, interesting."

Momonga whispered as he saw a street not big enough to be called like that. It looked more like a thin alley, with buildings and many stores. Yet, there was a rather amazing sense of conventionalism and fantasy in it.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

Momonga stared around the many stores and saw numerous things. It looked quiet, fantasy-like, and truly made him feel nostalgic. Then he recalled something else. Ah, I must get myself some of those antique video-game consoles! Well, they are not antique now. But, I always wanted to have one. Momonga thought.

"Lord Momonga, what should we do now?" Sebas asked as the group walked among the many people while ignoring the many stares.

"Mm, we to go to Gringotts. We can't just use Yggdrasil's gold here. We don't even know what is the prize or how valuable it is," Momonga said.

"As expected of Lord Momonga," Sebas said, and Yuri nodded enthusiastically.

"Mhm, also, we don't know if there is a Player around. So, we must be careful," Momonga added, although a small part of him thinks that. Maybe, just maybe, there weren't players around. Yet, him being the way he was, would not leave his guard down.

Then, after a few more moments walked, they reached a rather asymmetrical building. It looked tilted to one side and Momonga was quite worried it may fall over. Yet, no one paid attention to the falling building. Maybe magic kept it tied to the ground or something. Momonga then approached the door and suddenly he looked at the two small guards.

Uh, what type of creatures they are? Do they look like... gnomes? No, they don't look like ones. At least not like the ones in Yggdrasil. Momonga thought.

"Excuse me, I don't wish to be impolite... what specie are you?" Momonga asked, not hiding his own interest in learning from the strange magical world he was in. Those two sneered at him, but the moment they saw him and the ones next to him. They stiffed as magical creatures. They could feel, in their blood, in their core. That these people weren't human, and that wasn't the worst of it. They could feel a concealed power. It was like a dam holding a tide of power. They weren't wrong. Momonga, Sebas, and even Yuri were hiding their true self with rings. Yet, it was quite impressive for an inferior creature to feel it. Although, it could very well be more than a sixth sense of sorts. An animal sense of being before something dangerous.

And they were right.

"Goblins."

One of them said, hissing.

"I see, I thank you. Sorry for disturbing both of you, with such a question."

Momonga said, noticing their angry faces. Good one, Momonga! You can't ask people what they are! Ugh! Momonga chastises himself for his offensive question. Yet, keep his face calm. Yet, he didn't notice how confused they looked at him. He treated them with respect. So, that interaction, they would remember.

Momonga entered the bank and the smell of paper, and the many people talking in hushing tones or counting was highly familiar. It seems no matter the world. Banks would always work the same.

"Excuse me... I would like to become a client," Momonga said, with a sultry tone of voice and the goblin sitting on the tall desk stared at him, frowning.

"Opening a vault requires the approval of an adult. A child cannot do it."

Uh...! I'm not a child! I may look a bit young! But defiantly not a child! Momonga wailed in his mind.

"Where are you, parent, eh, child?" The goblin said.

"I don't—I don't have them...?" Momonga muttered, taken aback. He was furiously thinking about what to say. He knew that opening a bank would take more than just saying he wanted one. So, a part of him cursed his inability to come up with a potential backstory. His form could be quite a hinder to him. Yet, he knew that his primary goal was to make Nazarick a form of family. Nobility was big there, so, if he wanted to go through his plans. He needed to make sure nobility searched for them.

"Mm, so an orphan?" the goblin pulled some papers and then gave Momonga a sheet.

"There, fill that. It will give you a trust fund of sorts. Since you're an orphan, the ministry of magic, and Gringotts, will open a custodial account. A saving fund, in which. The ministry of magic will provide you with the funds necessary for your school supplies, and small accommodation for food or clothes monthly."

"Really?"

"Yes, orphans are wards of the state. It's been like this for years. Since the last Wizarding War. Lots of children were raised without parents, so they push this law."

"I see," Momonga muttered.

Momonga stared at the sheet and his mind started to see the benefits of being seen as a child. He saw the interest rate, and how it would cost him 6% of his future salary. So, once he reached 18, he would have to pay it back to Gringotts. Sneaky bastards. Momonga mused. Yet, he also saw some other things that interested him greatly.

So, as a ward of the state, it forced the ministry of magic to provide for me until I am of age. Also, they had to cover my education and other endeavors, with interest, of course.

Momonga wanted to open an account in the bank to start the process of investing it somewhere. Slowly putting seeds in which they could grow. It was one of Demiurge's plans and a simple one. Infiltrate, divide and conquer. He also wanted to see if they could obtain more information about the world, be learning how they operate at an economical level.

"If I have guardians. Then, they could also open an account for the family that is currently taking me, right?" Momonga asked, and the goblin tilted his head.

"Yes," the goblin drawled, wondering where the young one was going.

"It would cause any problem of interest with my saving account? If they decide to open an account for me?" Momonga asked, intrigued.

"You could still keep your saving account. It's something given by law to orphans. Yet, I doubt you brought some papers that would help us to identify who you are, where you came from. Birth certificate, bills, whatever. So, we only ask for some things, like a little bit of blood, and some other minor rituals so we can see how old are you among other things."

"I understand. But I do not have birth certificates, or things like that," Momonga said.

"Oh, really?" The goblin hissed.

Momonga nodded, then he turned around to Sebas and Yuri and hummed.

"My family... eh, found me... many years ago. Would that be a problem? They are incredibly wealthy," Momonga added at the end. So far, he could see that those goblins and the bank were sharks. Then, they would never leave a wealthy family leave. It would make them find a way in which they could forge the documents necessary for him to use them in the Ministry of Magic. It would serve him well. A government has cracks, and Momonga would find them.

"Not at all," the goblin said, with a nasty smile. "Especially if they wish to invest in our assets!"

I knew it... human or not. If you work in a bank, is always the same. Momonga thought.

"Great! We'll look forward to it!" Momonga added with fake enthusiasm.

The goblin then snaps his finger and another of those creatures arrived.

"This is Steel claw. He'll help you with all the things you need."

Momonga smiled as they follow the goblin inside the building. They were walking, and Yuri asked what were really doing there. She couldn't understand.

"Mm, from what Demiurge told us, the Wizarding World system follows one of nobility. It is an aristocracy. So, if a new family appears out of nowhere, richer than the rest. It would surely bring attention to us. It's going to work as a bait, and as a catapult to push us forward."

Momonga muttered.

"A catapult?" Yuri asked.

"Yes... if we want to rule over people. We must learn how they behave and their culture. The Wizarding World seems to be on its own for hundreds of years. Their separations from the normal human world. Or as they called it. The muggle world has made them blind to what is going on. And in a few decades, they'll surely be surprised by the advancement of human technology. Something we must deal with in time."

Momonga whispered, and while his plan was still half-baked and there were many things he wanted to add or fix. There was a thing he wanted to know. If he had to choose one of two worlds. He would like to see if the Wizarding World would be worth it. The normal world. He knows it well enough to say that it would end up in self-destruction. So, with that in mind. He only wanted to accelerate the process and make sure that what was left was good enough for him to rebuild. Although, creating a new world could be amazing too. Yet, he doesn't have what he needed to do that. Not yet, at least.

So, for now. Momonga would use his fake history and slowly make his way into the nobility of the Wizarding World to devour what was around him. And of course. He'll do it in the normal human world as well. But not with nobles, no. Momonga knows which company, corporations would be powerful enough to rule the world. Kings, queens, presidents, dictators. All of them were nothing to be compared to the power of those mega-corporations. So, he would make sure to make them his before they grow big. And thankfully, Albedo was on the case.

It's a good thing this is a familiar world, where I can move knowing what will happen to an extent. Otherwise, I'll be incredibly lost.

"Now, please sit," the goblin, Steel claw, said.

Momonga sat down and looked around, taking mental notes about how strange the building was inside.

"First, let's discuss your... guardian state. What is the name of their family? Is their first-time setting foot here? Are they from noble birth?" The goblin asked, with keen interest.

Momonga thought for a while. Then stared at the goblin.

"The family that took me in is called... the Nazarick family, and my name is Ainz Nazarick."

It should be enough. Momonga thought. Using the name Nazarick as a family name was good. And him changing his name would allow for any other player, or perhaps his friends if they were there, to locate him. If that ever happens, which he deeply thought would never take place. But he would like to believe. Nevertheless, the name was also bait of sorts. Surely, someone would remember that name, right? Momonga pondered. Yet, he also was bad at naming things. So, he could only think of the first name that came to his mind.

"The Nazarick family, eh? I haven't heard from them," the goblin asked, frowning.

"We are a secluded type of family," Sebas added, which Momonga, now Ainz, nodded. Nice one, Sebas! You catch on quickly!

"Secluded? Mm, we goblins are good at smelling falsehood, especially when it comes to our interest. So, please tell me, Ainz Nazarick, what are you exactly?" Steel Claw asked and Ainz panicked.

"Just normal people," he said with a cool voice. Not showing his anxiousness.

"We are magical creatures... we know you're not human... even though we can't see it. The magic around all of you is... strange and powerful."

Mm, can they feel magic? Could wizards or witches do it as well, or only goblins? Ainz wondered. Yet, he realized that maybe he could use the whole, not the human part.

"I guess there is no point in hiding it if we want to make business, right?" Ainz said and slowly took his ring off the moment he did. The goblin fell backward. The power surrounded the room, and the goblin had a hard time trying to breathe properly. It was heavy and painful. Still, as a magical creature, he couldn't help but feel in awe at the sheer amount of power, he was witnessing.

"Would it be all?" Ainz said, as his green emerald eyes were glowing, and the room was shaking because of his power.

"What... what are you?" Steel claw whispered on his knees. He felt magic, power like he has never felt before. Not once. Dumbledore, Voldemort, no of them had what the boy before him has. The pure power that brought him to his knees.

"That is a complicated question. But one you should not concern yourself with. Yet, the question remains. Would that be all?" Ainz said, and Steel Claw gulped.

"Yes...!" Steel Claw muttered, as Ainz put his ring on once again, and his horns and incubus features, like small wings, disappeared. He liked his little cute wings, although they could get in the way. Albedo taught him how to make them appear or disappear. So, it was not a problem for him.

"I want privacy in this. Could you do that? Or should we do it another way...?" Ainz said, not hiding his intentions. Steel Claw, while afraid and stunned by the shock of meeting a being capable of holding that much power, was still a goblin. He knew that such a person, with that amount of strength, could also have a large treasure. So, he knew, no, he had! To make sure to keep those clients happy. No matter the cost.

"Of course, Lord Ainz!" Steel Claw said as Ainz smirked at the way the goblin was referring to him now.

"For us, at Gringotts, our client's privacy is everything!"

"Mm, the Ministry of Magic has any say on what you do?" Ainz asked.

"No, we are an independent nation, and so, Gringotts operates outside most of their rules and regulations."

"Interesting," Ainz said.

"So please, do not worry, your status and private information are safely protected here! I swear it."

"Good to hear... now, please. Could we do some business?" Ainz asked with a smile, and Steel Claw only smiled back.

"Of course, milord. Gringotts is listening...! To all your needs!"

Ainz walked from Gringotts with a rather big smug on his face. He wasn't sure if showing his true nature was a good idea at first. But, after the meeting. Ainz could say that it was all worth it in the end. Now, Nazarick has a vault in Gringotts, and they could move some assets there, so they could slowly evolve. There was also the fact that Gringotts was overjoyed to serve him, since he was not a human in their eyes. A rather weird thing to be happy but, it serves him well.

"Now, we need to get a seat in the Wizengamot... Mm, I wonder how we can do it? The goblin said something about taking titles from old houses. Interesting." Momonga wondered.

"Should we call you, lord Ainz Nazarick, now, milord?" Yuri asked.

"Yes, I've been thinking about it. I need to create a name for myself here, and I intend to use the name of my comrades as an honor. The name of our home, and the name of our guild. This world would learn to fear and respect the name. So please do."

"Understood, my lord."

Sebas and Yuri looked at him with awe as he blushed a bit. Yet, then he remembered since he was there. He better buys some books about the world. It would help.

"Mm, Sebas, do you have the bag those Goblins gave us?" He asked.

"Yes, milord."

"Good, we need to get more information, not only about the world but also about the Ministry. So, let's do just that. I saw a bookstore of sorts on our way in. It should be close."

Rose Potter sighed as she was getting her books for a new year at Hogwarts. Soon, she'll be back at the grand castle where, hopefully, nothing strange would happen again. But while she thought of that. Rose felt that the fourth year was going to be more insane than the last one.

"Peter Pettigrew is out-there... he escaped Azkaban. That rat is somewhere," Rose hissed.

"Rose, did you get what you need?"

"I did, Hermione," Rose said while smiling at her friend.

"Please, Hermione, we are Ravenclaw. We always have our books ready," Rose said, smiling, making Hermione chuckle.

"That we do," Hermione said.

Both girls were on the second floor of the bookstore and kept on talking, not paying too much attention to anything else. They never do. Since bookworms weren't the most open to starting conversations with people, they don't know anything about. But that day was different from the rest.

"So, are you excited about the Quidditch world cup?" Hermione said with a teasing smile.

"Please, Hermione... don't be like that. You know, I don't like Quidditch," Rose groaned, making Hermione giggle.

"Well, I'll be there with you, so, but of us would suffer together," Hermione whispered softly.

Rose only stared at her, worried about her friend. The red-haired girl saw her bushy friend's face. There was worry written all over it, and Rose only tightened her hand in frustration. Hermione's relationship with Rose began when the bushy girl was in Gryffindor's house. It was clear that Hermione belong to Ravenclaw, everyone could see it. Yet, she ended up there. So, adding the fact that Hermione was quite the bossy girl and quite annoying to be around at first. The house of the lions didn't seem to like her all that much. They bullied her constantly, and one of the main villains during that time was Charles, Rose's brother.

Charles and Ron, with a few others, would say and do terrible pranks to her. They'll hide her clothes, push her around, throw her books away. One day, they even locked her in a broom closet for hours. It was horrible, and Rose had to put her foot down. Yet, it didn't stop. And on Halloween day, after a horrible and cruel joke, Hermione simply locked herself in the girl's bathroom and weep. Yet, that wasn't all. A troll sneak past Hogwarts defenses and, by pure luck, ended up in the girl's lavatory. Rose, Charles, and Ron saved her, but Hermione suffered some injuries and trauma. The girl wanted to leave Hogwarts and Rose couldn't blame her.

Many of the teachers did next to nothing to stop the bullying. So, she was not surprised by Hermione's pleads. Hermione's parents were not only furious but incredibly heartbroken. They demanded answers and when the great Albus Dumbledore tried to shrug it off; they threaten to change school. They could go to France with no problem. Rose knew little about what took place between Hermione's parents and the school board at Hogwarts. But it got serious. However, it was resolved, Hermione asked to be changed to Ravenclaw, so they could be together. And of course, many were punished by the constant bullying.

Rose remembers the look of Ron when his parents arrived at school. Molly Weasley's shouting was legendary, but nothing was more satisfying than James and Lily's furious look. James had already warned Charles about his behavior since pranks were one thing. Bullying was another thing entirely. Charles was grounded and punished. James and Lily met with Hermione's parents and apologized profusely to them, and force Charles to do the same.

Rose remembers how Charles and Ron worked to fix the fence on the Granger's property as a punishment for an entire summer. It truly helps both kids to realize what they were doing. Charles apologized to Hermione and so did Ron, but it was clear they would never be friends. Hermione could get incredibly anxious around them, so she avoids them. That's why Rose did not want to force her friend to do something she didn't want.

"You don't have to come if you don't want," Rose whispered.

Hermione shook her head and smiled.

"No, you're my friend. I want to be with you."

Rose smiled and took Hermione's hand. "I'll pay you with ice cream."

"Cookie ice cream please," Hermione added as both girls chuckled.

"You're such a pig!" Rose teased, earning a small nudge from the bushy girl who replied with a huff.

Hermione and Rose walked down and continue their giggling as they proceed to pay for their books. However, as they were about to reach the counter, Rose and Hermione halted when their eyes saw someone standing before them.

"Mm, Nobility and Wizarding costumes, interesting."

Rose and Hermione heard the voice of a girl, or what they believed was a girl, standing there, just reading. However, both girls just froze since the beauty of such a person was just incredible.

"Whoa," Hermione whispered. "She is... beautiful."

Rose only nodded slowly. "She doesn't look from around here," Rose said.

"Yeah... c-should we say hi...?" Hermione stuttered and Rose has to admit it was one of the first times. Her shy and really nervous friend dared to do something like that. But, Rose has to admit, that there was something about that girl, an appeal that force her to know more about her. It was magical.

"Ye-Yeah! Maybe she is lost...? Or want to find something... specific? We could help her," Rose said, and Hermione nodded. Both Ravenclaw's girls took a deep breath and approached the young girl with the bravery of a Gryffindor.

"Uh... Hello?" Rose stuttered, but soon her embarrassment and genuine excitement at meeting someone new were shadowed by those eyes. Rose simply lost all thought and was held down by those eyes. Those eyes were just like hers and her mother's. Those beautiful emerald green eyes shine brightly even in the darkness of night. Hermione gasped as well.

"Um, hello?"

"Harry...?" Rose muttered, in shock.

"Harry? Who is Harry?" Ainz replied, quite confused. But he noticed how similar their eyes were. Still, maybe the cute red-haired girl confused him with someone else.

"Sorry, are you talking to me?" Ainz said, trying to sound polite. Rose shook her head, trying to regain control.

"Yes, sorry... I thought you were someone else... we have the same eyes you know. I mistook you, that's all. Sorry, to disturb you."

"Ah, don't worry about it."

Rose blushed at the sight of such a beautiful girl. Yet, she noticed a few things. It took her quite a lot of time inspecting, but she realized that the girl was not a girl.

"Um... are you a girl?" Rose asked, and Hermione hissed at her friend.

"Rose! You can't ask people things like that!"

"It's just that... I don't know! She looks so perfect! So gorgeous, but at the same time, she looks like a beautiful boy! I am confused!"

Ainz stared at the girls with a quite amused face. But he chuckled.

"Yes... I am a boy."

"Whoah," both Hermione and Rose whispered back.

"Whoah?" Ainz asked back, a bit confused about their reaction.

"You're beautiful..." the girls then realized what they say and blushed deeply.

"Sorry!" they said at the same time. "We are not trying to gawk at you as if you were an animal of sorts!" Hermione said.

"An animal?"

Alright now, this is getting offensive! Ainz thought.

"No offense taken... I admit, my appearance is quite feminine for a man. Androgynous, but is the way I... was born."

Ainz whispered, remembering the last words of his pink slime friend.

"Still, I kind of enjoy looking like this."

Rose kept on staring at the attractive boy. Still feeling strange. Those eyes were not only unique but similar to her own. Rose has seen people with green eyes before and no one has the same shade as hers or her mother. Not a single one. So, when a boy who looks around her age as the same shade of green, truly made her wonder.

No, that can't be... no, you're imagining things. That's all, Rose! Harry died years ago! Rose thought, yet a part of her was furiously trying to believe.

"Do you have your family around?" Rose asked in a low voice and Hermione stared at her, confused by the sudden change in her friend's behavior.

"My guardians," Ainz said, already comfortable with his own backstory. If the government sees me as a ward of the state. It would allow me to use it to my advantage. And now that Gringotts is proceeding with the paperwork. Nazarick will reap the fruits of this plan! Ainz thought.

Ainz learned during his small talks with the goblins. That noble houses were important, and that many ancient ones had no descendants. The goblins kept those accounts practically frozen with the hope that one day, one successor of the lineage could reclaim a title, allowing more flux of gold for them. Yet, that rarely happens. So, Ainz saw a tremendous opportunity there. If he claims to be an orphanage, with no attachment to the Nazarick family. He could use his mysterious background in order to claim those ancient noble titles, while at the same time, making Nazarick another noble family. He could then use that power in order to take seats at the Wizarding world parliament and start growing from there. It was a genius move. Ainz was a genius.

The more titles, the more seats, and more power to him.

The goblins said if I wanted to see if I could claim a title, I only need to pass some trials and a bit of heritage test of sorts, and the house and magic would do the rest. Well, let's see, how well does the Wizarding World magic fare against Yggdrasil magic? Ainz thought with a smile.

Besides, he wanted to collect ancient artifacts from those houses. Who knows what could he find there?

"Guardians?" Rose asked.

"I... I remember little about my childhood. Barely anything. My current guardians found me... uh, almost... eh, dying...?" Ainz stuttered. Ah, dying? Why did I say dying? Well, it makes it more dramatic, right? I mean, it doesn't matter, right...? Ainz thought, not noticing the complete look of tremor from the red-haired girl.

Rose's mind was overworking those lines. Her mind was going at full speed, just trying to put things together.

"Sorry to hear that," Hermione said softly.

"Is alright, that was years ago," Ainz added gently.

"Years... ago," Rose muttered.

"Milord, have you finished?"

"Milord?" Rose muttered as she saw a beautiful woman and a rather old man arriving at the store.

"Yes, this will be enough for now."

"I would like to speak more with both of you, but I have things to do," Ainz said with a charming smile.

"It's okay!" Rose replied.

Ainz tilted his head and pondered what should he do now.

"Oh, I forgot. My name is... Ainz Nazarick."

"Hermione Granger!" Hermione said as Ainz and the bushy girl shook hands, but the moment Hermione touched the skin of the feminine boy. Strange images came across her mind. Lewd images. Hermione saw herself on top of Ainz, riding him with everything she had, screaming, moaning, and lusting for him. Hermione quickly took her hands back in, holding them on her chest while her face turned red. What was that?! Hermione thought, as she felt incredibly pleasant shivering in her body.

Rose only looks confused at Hermione and the strange reaction. "My name is Rose Lily Potter, from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter."

Rose presented herself as a lady. They called him "milord" Then, he had a certain level of nobility, and while she wasn't a fan of the whole thing. It was something she knew could be important in the long run. Yet, all of those thoughts ended when Rose, just like Hermione, took Ainz's hand. Suddenly, her mind was filled with naughty images, intimate images of her laying on the bed, slowly spreading her legs. Softly calling for her brother. Harry, we can't do this. I'm your sister. Rose's voice was filled with lust, and it was clear that she wanted it. And on top of her, Ainz was looking her down as he slowly penetrated her.

Rose squealed and like Hermione. She blushed intensely.

"Pleased to meet the both of you," Ainz said. "Hopefully, we can meet later."

Ainz then smiled and left the store, while wondering what was wrong with those girls. They were weird. Yet, he didn't notice how Rose was looking at him. Her mind while feeling with those lewd thoughts. She was still thinking deeply about the boy who had the same eye color as her.

"Could it be...? Can it be?" Rose muttered, knowing there was a lot she needs to think.