Makings of an Overlord

by The Emerald Commander

Suzuki Satoru has no idea how to rule the Great Tomb of Nazarick, especially now that he has been transported to an entire new world as a human (kind of). However, he is going to give his all, no matter how much Albedo keeps trying to sleep with him, how much Demiurge wants to commit genocides and how much he wishes to date that cute peasant girl in the village nearby. Slight!AU

6. Chapter V: Ripples

Chapter IV: Ripples

Across the Re-Estize Kingdom, many struggled with the ways of the warrior. Be it how to wield the blade or master the famed Martial Arts of the land, every single warrior worth his salt required intensive training. For one Lakyus Alvein Dale Aindra, her struggle with her sword was an entirely different issue.

"I will not surrender to your tempting powers," stubbornly muttered Lakyus.

The sword, however, had other thoughts. It sent waves of warmth, ones that seemed to relieve Lakyus and fill her with a strange focus. Apparently, the blade was amused by Lakyus efforts.

"I'm telling you right now, no matter what incredible strength you wish to lend me, I will not fall to your darkness!" Lakyus hissed, gritting her teeth.

She ignored the luxurious room around her, all for the sake of the sword in her hands. Not even the comfortable queen-sized bed and its smooth sheets could distract her from the weapon. Said blade seemed rather amused by Lakyus words. The young woman squinted her pure sapphire eyes before angrily brushing back strands of her long golden hair behind her ear.

"I'm a holy woman and I shall wield you for the power of good!" Lakyus exclaimed.

By that point, the sword was just laughing at her, its power coming in ripples and conveying its thoughts on its wielder quite clearly. Lakyus jumped to her feet and proceeded to angrily shake the sword, as if strangling the weapon.

"Damn you, you cheeky stupid sword!" Lakyus shouted, frustrated.

"Eh… You alright over there?"

"Evil-Eye!" Squeaked Lakyus, wide-eyed.

There, sitting on the windowsill, was a small figure. Clad in a red hooded cape that completely covered her small frame, the tiny spell-caster blankly stared at Lakyus. Then again, the alleged holy woman could only assume that was the expression behind Evil-Eye' white blank mask. It seemed it wouldn't just be Kilineiram the Demonic Sword who would be entertained at her efforts.

"H-how good to see you, Evil-Eye!" Laughed an embarrassed Lakyus. "H-how is it going? Are you ready for today?"

Evil-Eye just stared at her, making Lakyus feel more embarrassed.

"I thought you promised you wouldn't go talking to your sword again," Evil-Eye blunted stated.

"W-well, it isn't my fault the sword keeps trying to corrupt me with its evil powers," muttered Lakyus, glaring at Kilineiram.

The sword made the best item-equivalent of an innocent look.

Oh, I'm onto you, you sassy piece of equipment, mentally growled Lakyus.

"You do know the Legendary Black Knight actually had a good relationship with his swords," Evil-Eye stated. "He never actually talked to them but he loved them dearly." Evil-Eye awkwardly cleared her throat before adding "At least that's what I heard..."

"W-well, yes, but he was a Cursed Knight," Lakyus blurted out. "I am a Holy woman and a pure maiden!"

"For now," said Evil-Eye with a hint of amusement. "At this pace, my money is on Kilineiram."

Lakyus might have been offended at such comment, but she actually chuckled. It actually felt nice to have Evil-Eye tease her like that. Merely a year back, Evil-Eye would mostly keep to herself and only talk when needed. Still, the petite spell-caster had her days.

"I will not be overwhelmed by some sword…" grumbled Lakyus, glaring at the blade.

The sword, on the other hand, was quite sure of itself.

Lakyus sighed. With a flick of a hand, the sword flew behind her, and floated on her back alongside her floating swords. Even when Lakyus wasn't touching the weapon, Kilineiram's presence remained in the back of her mind, always present and unyielding.

"Don't worry, Laykus," said Evil-Eye. "You have managed so far, haven't you?"

Lakyus, on her part, averted her eyes. Evil-Eye didn't know just how comforting and reassuring the sword's energy was. The way it filled her with power, making a warm feeling course through her very being, made her want to keep it with her at all times… but she had to resist! It was only lulling her to a false sense of security so it could take over her mind and do untold evil deeds!

Evil-Eye jumped out of the windowsill and approached Lakyus.

"You have my word that I will not allow the sword to corrupt you, Laykus," solemnly said Evil-Eye.

Lakyus smiled at that, appreciative of her friend.

"And if worst comes to happen, you can also trust on Gagaran to stop you… or maybe not," hummed Evil-Eye. "I bet she will love to see you finally let loose."

Lakyus chuckled at the mental image of their mutual friend just sitting back, tankard of ale on one hand and cheering on while a cursed Lakyus went around having fun by demonic standards.

"I suppose I'll have to count on you then. I can't rely on Tina and Tia," huffed good-naturedly Lakyus. "To them I'm already some sort of Evil Knight in denial."

The two girls shared a chuckle.

"I guess it is time, isn't it?" Lakyus said. "Let's go and search for Gagaran before she terrorizes the guards again."

"Too late," said Evil-Eyes. "Last I saw her, she was beating a couple of knights to a pulp."

Lakyus sighed and shook her head.

"And you didn't stop her." It wasn't a question.

"Nope," was all Evil-Eye said. "I did stay to watch a bit."

"You two are such children," Lakyus said with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, excuse me, Miss I-talk-to-my-sassy-sword for not being as mature as you," retorted Evil-Eye.

"Point taken," grunted Lakyus, cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Let just find Gagaran before she actually kills someone."

"Do we have to go see the Princess?" Evil-Eye petulantly grumbled.

With how young she sounded and how short she was, it was hard not to think of Evil-Eye as a child at times, and yet, Lakyus and Gagaran both suspected Evil-Eye probably was older than either of them.

"We are knights, and when our liege summons us, we answer the call," Lakyus said, only to add. "You don't have to come if you want…"

Evil-Eye remained quiet, staring at Lakyus as she silently considered her options.

"No," sighed a reluctant Evil-Eye. "I'll go. We can't let Kilineiram have all the fun if you do get loose…"

It was a few seconds later when the two left the guest room and marched down the long luxurious halls of the Ro-Lente Castle. Large glass windows allowed for enough sunlight to pour in, making the marble floor and walls glisten in a heavenly glow. Beautiful tapestries and painting decorated the hallways, depicting historical scenes like the battles that gave the Re-Estize Kingdom its independence from the Baharuth Empire. There were even paintings depicting some of the lost history before the Evil Deities and even the Eight Greed Kings.

Lakyus favorite paintings, though, were those relating to the heroes of the Old Ways, like Szaraha the Night Queen, Hadgar Mountain-Slayer and Kormud the Cannibal. They were admittedly gory depictions of a violent era in which humanity competed against powerful demi-humans and beast-men.

"It is crazy what we used to be before the gods," Lakyus commented.

"Is it really?" Evil-Eyed stoically said. "Humans were just another tribe in a world of monsters. The only difference was that the Four favored humans over others… except maybe the elves and dwarves."

"Even the Eight Greed Kings allowed humanity to flourish," said Lakyus. "Makes you wonder what those powerful entities see in humans, doesn't it?"

"I am more curious to know if the same can't happen to other tribes," Evil-Eye hummed.

Lakyus didn't say anything, immersed by the paintings.

We used to be monsters, Laykus thought, monsters capable of standing on even ground against physically superior monsters… She grimaced at a depiction of Kromund the Cannibal. We even used to eat the flesh of sentient beings like beast-men do today…

Then again, rumor had it that the paintings were exaggerations and falsehoods, some even spread by the Slane Theocracy, to cast a negative light on the Old Ways and a positive one on their Gods, which by themselves were a contested topic.

"You should be glad of what humans are now," Evil-Eye stated matter-of-factly. "No matter what, do never give away your humanity for power, Lakyus…"

Lakyus glanced at her petite friend and bit her lip. It wasn't the first time Evil-Eye had told Lakyus, and the rest of their comrades the same thing.

They left the guest wing and all the macabre pictures behind, before reaching the large central courtyard. Across a large vibrant green garden, separated by wide pathways of white stone, the two women could see the Valencia Palace on the far end, a small glistening gem in the center of a massive fortification.

"Hey you, finally up and about?"

Lakyus smiled as she spotted the massive woman that was the warrior Gagaran. Blond and with an extremely muscular physique that sometimes got her confused for a man, Gagaran sauntered towards them with a wide confident smirk and her war-pick on her shoulder.

"What's up, Shorty?" Gagaran laughed, patting Evil-Eye. "You didn't stay to watch me plummet those idiots."

"I am not that sadistic, Muscle Brain," Evil-Eye grunted, angrily trying – and failing – to stop the massive woman from patting her head.

"What's up, fearless leader?" Gagaran said.

"How are you doing, Gagaran?" Lakyus replied with a smile.

"Ah, you know me, popping cherries and busting heads," Gagaran said with a shrug.

"Yes… about that," Lakyus sighed. "What did I tell you about picking fights with the guards?"

"To always dispose of the evidence," Gagaran confidently said.

"That's- That's not what I said!" Huffed Lakyus.

Gagaran, on her part, smirked mischievously.

"Oh, I remember now: make it look like an accident, right?" she joked.

"I think she said to let Tia and Tina deal with them," Evil-Eye added.

Both humongous muscular woman and petite spell-caster snickered as Lakyus glared at them.

"That's – urgh, see what I mean by immature?" Lakyus said with a pout towards Evil-Eye.

Gagaran and Evil-Eye, though, found Lakyus frustration way too amusing.

"We are Knights of the Blue Rose," Lakyus grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We are meant to uphold standards in the name of our liege."

"Please, beating these assholes is doing a favor to the Kingdom. Heck, half the men here aren't even worthy the sole of my boot," harrumphed Gagaran.

"Regardless, our actions reflect on the Princess, so we need to behave," Lakyus insisted.

"Fine, I'll try to ignore those morons next time," reluctantly conceded Gagaran.

Lakyus sighed but smiled nonetheless. For all of her burliness and rather combative nature, she deeply liked Gagaran as a friend. In fact, she might sometimes be quite immature like Evil-Eye, but Gagaran had sometimes proven to be like the big mean mother of their band of misfits.

Lakyus turned around and stretched a hand.

"Tia, Tina," Lakyus imperiously called.

There were two blurs of movement and, just like that, two identical young slim blonde girls appeared kneeling in front of the holy knight. They had strange foreign attires with different colored highlights (one blue and the other red) probably to tell them apart. Differently from other knights, Tia and Tina were part of a long magical order known as the Shadow Clan, said to have been founded by a mysterious and powerful entity hundreds of years ago. Called Ninjas, Tia and Tina were some of the few humans alive that had mastered the powerful magics of Ninjitsu (whatever that was).

"Who do you wish for us to kill, Evil Boss?" The one on the right (with blue in her uniform), Tia, asked.

"Is it finally time to take over the kingdom, Evil Boss?" The one on the left (with red in her uniform), Tina, wondered.

Lakyus sighed, all while Gagaran and Evil-Eye snickered. It felt like she was leading a band of murderous children at times. Of course, they weren't really that bad. They all shared the same values, like defending the innocent no matter the species. The problem was that they just really loved teasing Lakyus. Then again, there were times when Lakyus worried that her comrades actually meant their words when they said they would support Lakyus if she were to start butchering certain nobles. Lakyus herself had considered such drastic measures herself, much to her chagrin… because of the sword, of course! It was all Kilineiram's fault.

Kilineiram, on its part, made the best sword equivalent of a deadpan behind Lakyus.

"Just… let's go, alright?" grunted Lakyus.

And thus without another word, Lakyus led her band of warriors to the palace across the courtyard. As they approached the area, they spotted more fellow warriors. There were the heavily plated royal knights, clad in silver armor and long red capes, as well as knights that served different lords. Some were in expensive civilian clothes while others kept their armors on.

In any case, as the Knights of the Blue Rose approached the Valencia Palace, Lakyus made it a point to ignore the looks her group received. There were nods of approval, leers and sneers, and even a few who just stared with desire. Once inside the palace, there were thankfully few people, and by then they were mostly servants. Still, Lakyus marched across the lavish hallways in a foul mood.

Sadly, things could never go easy in Lakyus life. No sooner did they enter the royal wing of the palace where the royal family lived, they came across a familiar face, or rather a certain despicable someone, followed by an entourage of heavily armored knights and a noble. Laykus forced a smile and stepped aside, urging her colleagues to follow suit. They did so reluctantly.

"My Prince," Lakyus said with practiced politeness.

"My, my, my, if isn't Sir Aindra and the rest of my sister's minions. Heading to get instructions from the monster?" mused one Prince Zanac.

Short, fat and far from handsome, the man carried an air of sleaziness rivalled only by the noble standing a step behind him. Lakyus wasn't sure what was the deal between the second Prince and Marquis Raeven, the snake-looking traitorous noble, but it couldn't be good.

"That's quite rude of you, my prince, to call your sister in such a way," Lakyus said, feeling the urge to punch the damnable jealous bastard.

"Oh my, was it I who assumed my sister is a monster, Marquis Reaven?" Smugly said Zanac.

The man next to the prince had a devious smirk of his own as he leaned forward with a bow.

"If I am correct, my prince, I believe you did not clarify who the monster was," the Marquis said. "You might have implied it, though."

"Oh, is that right?" Zanac mused. "My, why would I ever dare imply such a thing about my lovely sister in such a way? Everyone knows she is the Golden Princess…"

Laykus no longer felt the desire to punch the sarcastic prince. She wanted to smash her sword with the flat of the blade straight on Zanac's smug face. Of course, that was only Kilineiram whispering devious ideas in her head. Definitely not her… of course not!

"It is a pity you took a knee to my half-sister," sighed Zanac with mock sadness. "Such potential, wasted in her hands…"

"Some knights believe we should offer our blade to those who are worthy, my prince," retorted Lakyus.

"Oh, so your uncle made a mistake then?" said Zanac. "What do you think, Sir Azuth?"

Lakyus glared at the knights behind the prince, or rather a certain goofy looking one in particular that was grinning at Lakyus and who moved to stand in front of the young woman.

"Pay no mind, my liege. It's just little Lakyus being her usual adorable evil self!" Exclaimed an unashamed Azuth Aindra, Knight of the Red Drop and one of Zanac's sworn knights.

Lakyus pouted in annoyance, an eyebrow twitching. It was bad enough her own fellow liegemen treated her like some sort of future Dark Knight without her uncle teasing her like that. Sadly, Azuth would always tease Lakyus about how when she was a toddler, she would allegedly beg him to be her sworn knight and take over the country to make her queen. Truly, Azuth told quite a few exaggerated tales about Lakyus, none of which were true, of course!

Kilineiram, sadly, appeared to disagree, waves of power coursing through Lakyus and expressing its amusement.

Quiet back there! It is too early in the morning to deal with your sass, Lakyus admonished the sword.

"I believe we have wasted enough time," Zanac hummed. "Shall we continue, Marquis Reaven? There's still a lot to discuss regarding recent events."

"Quite right, my prince," the Marquis replied with a greedy glint in his eyes.

Lakyus frowned at the two as they departed without a farewell (she purposely ignored her annoying uncle).

"I wonder what events they meant," wondered Lakyus.

In any case, without the jealous prince to hamper their progress, the Knights of the Blue Rose carried on and, this time, they didn't meet any more unpleasant individuals. They took a turn and, before long, they made it to their destination. They came across another familiar face, a much more welcomed one.

"Sir Climb," called Lakyus.

"Hey, if it isn't my favorite virgin!" Laughed Gagaran.

The young man in question visibly winced at Gagaran's laugh but smiled nonetheless (albeit a bit uncomfortable). It was the only sign of amusement he allowed in his face before he stood up straight with the same intensity and severity he usually conducted himself. Seriously, the poor boy never took a break.

"Sirs of the Blue Rose," Climb greeted with a stiff bow. "Lady Renner is waiting for you."

"We are in no rush so how about it, virgin? You and me?" Gagaran teased.

"I-I'll have to decline, Sir Gagaran," Climb mumbled.

"Bah, it's just Gagaran, kid," scoffed the warrior woman.

"Don't tease him, Gagaran," giggled Lakyus. "You'll make our liege jealous."

"Ha, you hear that? You better be ready kid because any day now the little princess will pounce on you like a wolf and get her meat," Gagaran joked.

"Gagaran," Lakyus pleaded, embarrassed by her colleague. Why did the big woman have to be so bold and crass at times?

Climb, no longer the usual stern boy, spluttered with a head almost burning with embarrassment.

"It's always the shy cute ones who have the darkest sides, am I right?" Laughed Gagaran. "So if you need some stamina training, I'm always available."

By that point, poor Climb was unable to formulate any coherent words. He just stepped aside, averted his face and allowed for the Knights of the Blue Rose to walk inside the room he was guarding. Gagaran, being Gagaran, had to add a few extra colorful comments.

Once inside, Lakyus found herself surrounded by yet more luxuries. There were fine drapes across the various windows that allowed a lot of sunlight pour into the room, and the furniture was evidence of the person who owned it. Said person was already waiting for them, seated at a round table. She gave the incoming knights a wide smile and Lakyus responded with a warm grin.

"My good friend Lakyus, it is so nice to see you," the Princess said.

A young dainty girl, with long golden hair and a fine blue dress, Princess Renner was as bright and pretty as usual.

"You summoned us, my liege," Lakyus said with a bow.

"Come and sit before the tea gets cold, all of you," said the child.

The knights positioned themselves around the table, all while Renner served the tea with a kind smile. Lakyus gladly accepted hers with a smile, while Gagaran cautiously grabbed a cup for herself if only to sniff the tea. Tia and Tina, also seated with them, didn't accept the offered beverage, just like Evil-Eye. Neither of the three girls liked drinking with other people, for different reasons. Lakyus suspected Tia and Tina didn't trust any drink they didn't prepare themselves. Evil-Eye, on the other hand, would never remove her mask in anyone's presence, not even to eat or drink.

"So, Little Princess, why did you call us today?" Gagaran, ever the rude one, brashly began.

Lakyus kicked the giant woman under the table, but that only amused Gagaran. Then again, it was like kicking a rock.

"Ah, always straight to the point," mused Renner, eyeing her tea. "And here I wanted to begin with some gossip."

"Meh, you can tell our fearless leader after the rest of us leave," Gagaran said.

"Don't mind her, Princess," Lakyus intervened with a smile. "You said you wished to discuss something important?"

"Why yes, I did," Renner nodded. "You see, something interesting has happened recently. You might have already heard a few rumors going around. A pity you didn't show up to yesterday's court…"

Lakyus smile strained at that. Give her a quest and she would do so without much complaint. Ask of Lakyus to hang around a bunch of snobbish nobles and she would rather allow Kilineiram to take over. Perhaps that was a good way of improving the kingdom, now that she thought about it… no, she had to resist temptation! Bad Kilineiram!

"I'll- I'll try to attend next time," Lakyus politely said. "So what is this thing that was discussed?"

"Have you any of you heard about a certain…"

Renner paused, delicately taking a sip while looking at them with only one calculative eye open.

"…Ainz Ooal Gown?"

Lakyus turned to Evil-Eye, who had tilted her head at the name. She looked like the name had rang a bell of recognition. After a while, though, the petite spell-caster shrugged, clearly not remembering anyone called like that. Gagaran, on the other hand, frowned at Renner, scratching her head. Tia and Tina just sat there, with blank faces, uninterested thus far.

"Ainza-who?" Gagaran said after a moment of silence.

"Ainz – Ooal – Gown," slowly repeated Renner. "He is a mysterious magic caster who has appeared in a frontier village, near the Forest of Tob and not that far from E-Rantel. Apparently, he saved that village – Carne Village – from raiders before assisting the Chief Warrior."

"What's so interesting about this magic caster to be talked about in court?" Evil-Eye dryly asked.

"Not much, other than the fact he has allegedly single-handedly defeated the Slane Theocracy's Sunlight Scripture," Renner remarked, her smile unwavering.

Differently from Renner, who had the odd ability to maintain the same smile stuck in place, the rest of the Knights of Blue Rose stared at the Princess with gaping mouths (or at least, Lakyus assumed Evil-Eye was also slack-jawed).

"No way, that's – no way!" Lakyus exclaimed.

"We had a run in with those guys, and they were damn tough," Gagaran recalled. "What was their leader called? He was this arrogant prick that couldn't shut up and stop gloating…"

"Nigun Grid Luin," Evil-Eye stated.

Tia and Tina nodded in confirmation.

"Wait, are you certain it was them, Princess?" Lakyus asked.

"Yes, Lakyus," Renner kindly replied. "The Chief Warrior himself retold the story of how one man defeated the Sunlight Scripture. As to how it was done, the Chief Warrior claimed this Ainz Ooal Gown summoned four powerful creature made of the four divine elements. In his words, it looked as if the Four Gods had descended themselves to take vengeance on the Scripture's misdeeds."

"Elementals?" Gasped Evil-Eye. "Stronoff claims that person summoned elementals… from different elements… at once?"

"You'll have to ask the Chief Warrior for the details. I'm afraid when it comes to battles and spells it all confuses me," giggled Renner with an apologetic nod towards the petite spell-caster. "The truth is that a lot wasn't said in court. Gazef Stronoff was quite elusive when it came to the details of the encounter, and for good reason."

"What do you mean, Princess?" Lakyus asked.

"The Chief Warrior suspects that the Sunlight Scripture was sent to assassinate him," Renner answered. "And I actually believe him."

"Then it's a declaration of war by the Slane Theocracy!" Lakyus gasped.

"Oh yeah, so we are finally busting theocracy heads now," Gagaran said with a pleased smirk.

"Dear me, I rather we do not start a war," Renner said with a frown of concern. "The Kingdom can barely withstand any more conflicts against the Empire, much less against a nation like the Slane Theocracy."

"Then nothing will be done?" Lakyus asked, infuriated.

"What can be done?" Renner sighed with sadness.

Lakyus gritted her teeth, clenching her fists. She hated how her beloved country had fallen so low. Worse, it was the knowledge that the Kingdom's demise would happen out of the incompetence of nobles, the very same who should have defended the common people's interest.

Her fury, however, ebbed away as Kilineiram's power washed over Lakyus. She shook her head, pushing back the feeling of the sword's warm presence coursing through her body. She would not fall to the false comforts of the blade!

"To make matters worse, father suspects that the attempt on the Chief Warrior's life was enabled by noblemen," Renner explained.

"Just great, we do nothing and we let some squealing traitor scot free," growled Gagaran.

"Before that, how do we know this is the Sunlight Scripture? From what you told us, it is supposed to be a secret scripture, and it is generally focused on Demi-humans and beast-men," Lakyus remembered, surprised she hadn't brought it up before.

In fact, the one time the Knights of the Blue Rose had a run-in with the Scripture was when they defended a village of innocent demi-humans from the Scripture. It would be Renner who would later explain the details of what the Sunlight Scripture was, somehow aware of the secret scriptures of the Slane Theocracy. The Princess truly had a habit of being rather knowledgeable on many things.

"At court, the Chief Warrior explained he had four prisoners who confessed to quite a lot of information. Thing is, these prisoners all died under suspicious circumstances in E-Rantel before they could be brought here," said Renner.

"Suspicious circumstances my ass," scoffed Gagaran. "I bet whoever tried to get Stronoff killed wanted to cover his tracks."

"Or the Slane Theocracy itself assassinated the prisoners to avoid political complications," Lakyus countered.

"We might never know. What is curious is the origin of these prisoners," Renner carried on. "After all, what was left unsaid was that the Chief Warrior got the prisoners from Ainz Ooal Gown himself."

"Hold on, didn't you say that that guy killed them?" Gagaran pointed out.

"I said he defeated them, not killed them," giggled Renner.

"So this Ainz Ooal Gown got paid for each prisoner exchanged?" Lakyus asked. "Figures…"

"Oh, that's the curious thing," said Renner. "He didn't ask for gold."

"What did he ask for?" Evil-Eye wondered.

"Food," Renner stated.

The Knights of the Blue Roses stared at Renner.

"In exchange for each prisoner, Ainz Ooal Gown asked for carts full of food, be it grain, oats and even dried meat. He also delivered the prisoners broken and quite eager to talk," said Renner.

"He tortured them?" Lakyus asked with disgust.

"He didn't," Renner stated. "His servants did. Father didn't tell me much, and the Chief Warrior hid the fact from court, but apparently, Ainz Ooal Gown commands a group of servants… some of which aren't human. Ainz Ooal Gown himself is, from what I can infer, probably not human either."

"What species are we talking about here?" Gagaran asked. "Goblins? Trolls?"

"Well, as far as the Chief Warrior was able to tell, Ainz Ooal Gown commands a demon-kin and a vampire, both of which serve me with the utmost devotion and in full knight attire… allegedly," said Renner.

"A vampire?" asked Evil-Eye. "Gazef Stronoff made a deal with someone who has a vampire under his command?"

"I'm afraid the Chief Warrior is convinced Ainz Ooal Gown only means good for the Kingdom. He has, in fact, convinced father to try to keep this spell-caster's true nature hidden from court and the other nobles as long as possible and to continue trading with him," Renner said.

"But… y-you can't trust someone like that," Evil-Eye meekly said. "Vampires are dangerous… they can take control of people and feed on them like cattle."

"Not this vampire, apparently," Renner said. "At the same time, I am not sure what to believe. The Warrior Troop, for all of Gazef Stronoff's attempts, have slowly started to divulge different details about Ainz Ooal Gown… not many I can believe."

"Such as?" Lakyus wondered.

"Oh, there are some wild tales that Ainz Ooal Gown raised most of Carne village from the dead and that he commands a legion of demons as well as death personified, but that sounds like the exaggerations of drunken warriors," Renner said.

"Really? Revive the dead?" Huffed Lakyus with a good-natured smirk. "So this Ainz Ooal Gown can cast [Resurrection] like me and is magically more powerful than Evil-Eye?"

"According to the rumors that have been spreading, yes," nodded Renner with an amused smile. "There is actually another interesting tit bit the Chief Warrior told father…"

She giggled. The Knights of the Blue Rose exchanged confused faces. What else was there to be known about this mysterious spell-caster?

"Oh by the Four, tell me this doesn't get any more ridiculous," begged Gagaran.

"Oh, it does," giggled Renner before taking a sip of her tea. "You see, the Warrior Chief probably didn't believe it was worth mentioning that most of the servants of this Ainz Ooal Gown who fought for Carne Village were females. The Vampire Knight, and their compatriots, were described as beautiful, especially the Demon Knight. More interestingly, they have been described as foreign just like Ainz Ooal Gown himself."

The Knights of the Blue Rose blinked at each other.

"How do you know this, Princess?" Evil-Eye asked.

"I have my sources," Renner said with a giggle.

Evil-Eye made a throaty sound Lakyus had come to learn meant the petite girl didn't like the answer. Lakyus, on the other hand, fully trusted the Princess. She rested a hand on Evil-Eye's shoulder and smiled at the Princess.

"Let us focus on the important details," Lakyus said. "What do you mean by foreign?"

"Well, according to what I've heard, it would appear their eyes are narrowed, and they speak an unknown language. Even the vampire seemed to be a foreigner," Renner retold. "The fact they do not know our language is quite the curious matter. It means that this Ainz Ooal Gown person either has come from a faraway region without having any prior plans on opening friendly relations with our country, or he is faking ignorance to give the appearance that he is merely some random powerful entity who has just ended up strayed in our lands."

"Why would he fake that?" Evil-Eye curtly asked.

"I can imagine a few reasons, such as giving off the image he is cautious and open to learn about the Kingdom. Moreover, it does make Ainz Ooal Gown look as less of a threat, since he seemingly knows so little about the Kingdom and its people. At least, that's how he managed to come off to Gazef Stronoff," said the Princess.

"But you don't believe that," somberly pointed out Gagaran. "You believe this guy planned it all and is up to something big."

"That's right," Renner nodded. She sighed and put down her cup. "The timing is too perfect, as well as the location of all the events that transpired, for it all to be a coincidence. Ainz Ooal Gown's behavior is also definitively suspicious."

Lakyus chuckled. Leave it to Renner to show off her amazing mind. It was one of the reasons Lakyus trusted the Princess; she knew Renner was way too smart to fail her knights.

"Eh… I don't think I am following," Gagaran grumbled.

"Oh, it is quite simple!" Chirped Renner. "Our kingdom is close to the brink of collapse thanks to the Annual wars and inner corruption and incompetence. More importantly though, our commoners are close to rebelling, and above them are the chieftains. The only reason they haven't risen up in arms is because they are afraid their rebellion will not pick up. They lack, after all, a central figure…"

"Which is the one the Chief Warrior was supposed to be, some commoner warrior that upheld the Old Ways to appease the peasants," Gagaran summarized.

"That's correct. Sadly, that plan was unsuccessful, and with an upcoming harvest season and yet another Annual War on the horizon, I am sure the commoners are growing quite restless," Renner remarked.

"And in comes Ainz Ooal Gown, who protects some random village taking care of all their enemies, befriends the Chief Warrior, allegedly raises their dead like some magnanimous god and even appears to be all kind and diplomatic, a lost peaceful foreigner worried about his own people," Lakyus sighed. "Not only that, but he is really powerful, and if he were to back a rebellion, most villagers wouldn't need much more encouragement to join in."

"Ainz Ooal Gown no doubts plans to use our very own people against us," Renner said. "I have confirmation that Carne Village's chieftain is already trying to spark the flames of rebellion. The Chief Warrior and the King didn't wish to alarm the nobles, but from what I've heard, chieftains and village chiefs of nearby villages are already gathering."

"I get it. Carne Village being in such a distant place makes it even better to start a rebellion. It is isolated and far enough for the chieftains to do as they please without the lords being able to do anything," Gagaran groaned.

"Quite right," Renner nodded. "Thankfully, one of Stronoff's men who is keeping an eye on the situation in Carne Village believes the chieftains don't wish to swear themselves to Ainz Ooal Gown… yet. However, he probably will manage to gather all the followers of the Old Ways if the Kingdom doesn't act now."

Renner's eyes widened and a playful smile stretched on her face.

"Oh yes, I have to tell you the best part!" Giggled the Princess.

"Oh great!" Gagaran groaned. "It only gets better and better!"

"I am afraid that's the case," nodded Renner. "The thing is, some of the villagers have started to call Ainz Ooal Gown… well…" she giggled "…the Charming Evil."

Lakyus spewed her tea.

"The what now?" She said.

"The Charming Evil," repeated Renner with a giggle. "According to the Warrior Troop, Ainz Ooal Gown appears to be quite the gallant knight. Word is it that during the attack he first rescued a young pretty peasant and then moved to assist the village. Ever since then, Ainz Ooal Gown has visited the village and mostly talked to this peasant girl under the excuse to learn the language."

"Well, at least this Evil Deity isn't into kidnapping pretty girls," Gagaran grunted. "Yet."

"Considering the harem of warrior wives that fights for him, I do believe he makes it a hobby to collect pretty girls one way or another," said Renner.

"Harem of – of warrior wives?" blinked Lakyus, baffled.

"Warrior wives," repeated Renner. "Stronoff said that Ainz Ooal Gown apparently commands a small band of beautiful young and powerful women who seem deeply devoted to him. Even the Vampire and demon-kin are said to be madly in love with him, desperate for his attention and even his touch. It is even said one of Ainz Ooal Gown's warrior-wives has even showed to enjoy the simple act of getting scratched on the head by Ainz Ooal Goal and the rest would do any kind of touch, even head pats."

"By the Four that's- that's weird," Lakyus mumbled.

What freakish charm does that Evil Deity have? Lakyus wondered.

She blushed at the thought of such a powerful entity trying to corrupt her with smooth words and an exotic smile. Why did she find the prospect so enticing? She pointedly ignored the way Kilineiram acted amused.

Oh God of Water, give this faithful servant the strength to resist temptation! Lakyus prayed. It is bad enough with my sword trying to corrupt me without some Charming Evil joining in!

"In- in love?" Spluttered Evil-Eye. "How- how did he charm a vampire?"

"Yes, isn't it the other way round, as in the Vampire uses her powers to get the pretty guy?" Gagaran mused.

"That's why some call him the Charming Evil," giggled Renner. "Admittedly, it is said he is soft-spoken, gentle and quite approachable, even for someone with his power. I've heard he can even be described as awkward. Stronoff even told my father he tries to act strong but there are times he stammers and looks quite odd, like – and I quote – a reclusive hermit just discovering fellow humans."

"So he is a great actor," Lakyus muttered with a blush.

Tia and Tina exchanged looks before smirking at Lakyus.

"Evil Boss is interested," Tia teased.

"Evil Boss has finally found someone slightly more evil than her," Tina added.

"Perfect husband material for Evil Boss," chorused the two ninjas.

"Oh, Lakyus promise me you'll resist his evil charms," said Renner.

Lakyus' face exploded with a blush at just how concerned Renner sounded. Of course, Gagaran couldn't let it down. She burst out laughing, slapping the table unable to contain her roaring guffaws. Even Evil-Eye couldn't help but giggle at Lakyus expense.

"I am a holy woman, defender of all that's good!" Lakyus harrumphed. "I will not fall to this evil's charms, no matter what."

"That's great to hear," Renner said. "But the same goes for all of you. You could all be targets of his evil intentions."

"Hear that, Shorty? Maybe you can get a man after all!" Gagaran laughed. "Who knows? Maybe he even accepts basilisk-girls!"

"I am NOT part basilisk, you stupid She-Ogre!" Angrily retorted Evil-Eye.

She proceeded to angrily flail her arms against Gagaran, to no avail. The warrior just laughed at her puny punches.

"That's what a basilisk-girl would say!" Laughed Gagaran.

Regardless the situation, Lakyus found herself smiling at the interaction. It was nice to have a moment of levity, especially after all that they had learned.

"What do you want us to do, Princess?" Lakyus asked.

Evil-Eye and Gagaran focused back on the golden princess.

"I rather not ask much of you, my knights, but the Forest of Tob has recently been stirred and many monsters may pour out and threaten innocent villagers," said Renner. "The people must be protected… and they need to see that the Royal Family haven't forgotten about them, lest they fall to the charms of Ainz Ooal Gown."

"All while learning more about that guy, right?" Lakyus asked.

"For the time being, I rather not risk Ainz Ooal Gown trying to use his evil charms on any of you," said Renner.

Lakyus' blush returned in full force while Evil-Eye just snorted.

"Yeah, right…" muttered Evil-Eye.

"Hey, I'm all for being charmed by this guy," Gagaran joked.

Tia and Tina just smirked at Lakyus, making their leader feel even more embarrassed.

"Go to E-Rantel and assist mayor Rettenmaier. Something tells me he is going to need of powerful warriors at his disposal," said Renner. "And if you believe you can handle Ainz Ooal Gown's charms…"

"I- we will, Princess!" Lakyus vehemently exclaimed. "I am a holy warrior! My will shall not falter against this spell-weaver!"

"She really wants to meet this guy, huh?" Teased Gagaran.

"My duty is to the Kingdom," harrumphed Lakyus.

"Evil Boss just wants to get laid," chorused Tia and Tina.

Gagaran once again couldn't hold back; she burst out laughing like crazy. She sure was enjoying the news. Lakyus scowled at the two ninjas, who smirked at their leader. Evil-Eye, on her part, remained silent, staring at the table with a pensive demeanor. She looked troubled about something. They all missed the glint in the Princess' eyes as she studied each of one of them, all before her smiled stretched ever so slightly.

"I can trust you to protect the people of our beloved country, can't I?" Renner kindly said.

"Yes, Princess," said the knights in unison.

"Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you," said Renner with a quivering voice. "If you do meet this Ainz Ooal Gown, please, do try to be diplomatic and, if possible, convey my desire to speak with him."

"Is that a good idea?" Lakyus wondered.

"Oh, I am sure my strong knight Climb can manage," giggled Renner. "I, however, wish to assess this threat myself."

Lakyus nodded. It made sense, and she trusted Renner knew what she was doing. In fact, now that she thought about it, perhaps there was no one better to learn about the true threat of Ainz Ooal Gown.

Lakyus glanced at the black blade floating behind her. She needed to master the demon sword. It was rumored that when its full potential was unlocked, its wielder could reach the level of Heroes. Sadly, it was a blade meant for a Cursed knight, maybe unholy or demon-aligned knights, but definitely not a pure maiden like Lakyus.

It doesn't matter, I will conquer you, Kilireiram, and with your power I shall defeat this wretched evil before it can charm me to be one of his warrior wives! Lakyus mentally promised.

She would need help, unfortunately.

If only I knew someone who shared this accursed connection with her weapon to help me reach my full potential, she thought.

---

ACHOO!

"My Lord!"

Suzuki raised his hands before the Guardians dragged him to Pestonya for a medical check-up.

"I'm fine," grumbled the Overlord. "It was just a sneeze. That's all."

The Guardians, though, stared at him like he was ready to collapse. He couldn't blame them; his restlessness was only getting worse and sleep-deprivation was starting to get to him. However, Suzuki took a deep breath and, with a sigh, looked at the real issue at hand.

"Alright, Mare, Aura, could you explain to me where you found THAT?" Suzuki impatiently asked.

It wasn't every day, after all, that Suzuki was summoned to the Sixth Floor coliseum, alongside his Floor Guardians. Especially to deal with the current problem.

"Stay back, my Lord. It looks quite dangerous and ready to strike, Supreme One," Cocytus warned.

"Its appearance is definitely intimidating, even if it is kind of weak," Shalltear remarked.

"And it is definitely intelligent, Lord Momonga," Demiurge added cautiously. "Its gaze radiates an unimaginable wisdom…"

"Perhaps we should kill it before it becomes a threat, my love," hissed Albedo.

"I am not sure what to say, Supreme One, but there is something most unsettling about it," Sebas remarked.

"I reminds me to the traitors of my floor," Victim added.

Suzuki felt an eyebrow twitch in annoyance. What the hell was the deal with his guardians? That thing was neither intimidating nor smart! It actually looked too damn stupid and the entire situation was absolutely ridiculous!

"It's a god-damn freaking oversized Djungurian Hamster, not a dragon!" Exclaimed an exasperated Suzuki.

And indeed, there was what appeared to be a massive specimen of a Hamster staring at the Guardians with large beady eyes. The Guardians looked at Suzuki, amazed and eyes shining in their NPC-programmed awe. Suzuki couldn't help it: he just face-palmed. There they were, his fearsome Guardians, treating a stupid oversized rodent like some kind of special thing.

"Is it some sort of unique and extra rare creature, my Lord?" Cocytus asked.

Suzuki could feel a migraine forming.

"I've never heard of this- this Heimstir type creature," Shalltear said.

"Oh, does it possess some unique feature, Supreme One?" An excited Demiurge wondered. "I would like to run tests to understand its potential!"

Suzuki opened his mouth but words failed him. He looked at the creature in question. Alright, it was not your average elephant-sized hamster (which in hindsight was impressive enough). No, that creature was covered in strange runes, its fur was as hard as steel and it possessed a very dangerous long tail that had quite a punch. Still, as it trembled there, eyeing the Guardians with utmost fear in its eyes, Suzuki could only see a cute fluffy rodent.

"Can we keep it, my Lord?" Aura pleaded, standing in front of the stupid hamster.

"Why?" Asked Suzuki, only to groan and pinch the bridge of his nose. "What in the world drove you drag that thing to the Tomb?"

Of all the things to find in this new world… how did they managed to come across a freaking Hamster? What's next? A Guinea Pig? A weary Suzuki thought.

"Ehm… you see, Supreme One, it's been a bit lonely down here so we thought we could use a bit of company," Aura mumbled.

She was actually behaving like she had just found a stray dog she wished to keep. Heck, Suzuki felt like the uncomfortable father who would have to tell her against it. Unfortunately, Suzuki knew he was too much of a pushover to deny his servants that much.

"I promise we'll take care of it! I swear!" Aura pleaded.

Mare, who was trying to calm down the ridiculous creature, vehemently nodded.

Of all the ridiculous crap I have to contend with, this was certainly not one I need at the moment, a frustrated Suzuki thought. That's it! Some stupid entity wants to make my freaking life impossible!

"Fine," sighed Suzuki, slumping in defeat.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to believe he was really going to allow a freaking oversized hamster into Nazarick. First New World creature to join the Tomb and it was probably the only fluffy massive rodent in the area.

"You can keep the hamster, but it is your responsibility to feed it and, above all, protect it from the other beings of the Tomb, understood?" Suzuki grumpily said.

"Yay! Thank you, Supreme One!" Laughed Aura, jumping with glee. "Hear that, Haimstir, your now a member of the Sixth Floor!"

The creature snapped its head to Cocytus and then at Victim, before it squeaked something. Suzuki's mind shut down when he recognized words coming out of the hamster's mouth.

"It speaks," Suzuki said. An eyebrow twitched. "Of course it fucking bloody does!"

The Guardians awkwardly glanced at him while trading worried expressions. Aura and Mare, who looked happy just a few moments before, looked down at their feet, guilty and ashamed. None of them, however, knew what to do. They had never seen their Lord lose his patience like that. To their surprise, their Overlord raised his hands in defeat and exasperation, turned around and marched away.

After all the restless nights unable to sleep out of stress, after all the work that had mounted in his shoulders and after all the things he spent every waking moment troubling him, something inevitable happened: Suzuki snapped.

"You know what, I can't deal with this ridiculous crap right now," Suzuki muttered. "Do as you please!"

The Guardians traded uncomfortable looks once again.

"Lord Momonga," Albedo tentatively called, unsure.

"Not now," muttered Suzuki.

He snapped his head to the metal angel following him.

"Stay here, Rubedo," he commanded.

"My Lord," Rubedo said, her usually stoic voice shifting with concern.

"That's an order," Suzuki muttered, unable to meet her eyes.

Rubedo froze, only to slowly bow at the Overlord. Meanwhile, the Overlord stormed off, before vanishing, leaving a whole group of saddened and worried Guardians. That and a talking hamster scared out of its wits.

Meanwhile, Suzuki made his way to the [Throne of Kings], across the Throne Room. He cursed and hissed, eyes closed and smacking his head. All in all, he didn't feel that well. On the contrary, Suzuki felt ready to collapse.

Suzuki stopped at the feet of his throne, the World Item he needed to study. Sadly, his mind was overwhelmed with so much already, he couldn't focus on anything.

"I can't- I can't do this anymore," Suzuki said, close to tears.

He sat down at the step of the Throne, hiding his face behind his palms. The Staff flew out of his embrace and floated next to him. Suzuki was at the brink of a panic attack, and he really wanted to cry…

"But these damnable eyes – I can't let it out!" Suzuki shouted. He smacked his face, angered at his inability to release one single tear. "What did I do to deserve this?!"

The Staff tried to reassure him as it always did, offering a wave of power. Sadly, this time, it couldn't do the trick.

"I am not prepared for this! I-I can't do this," Suzuki said. He looked at the Staff. "I spend every moment just- just studying, training, working, running from here to there, making sure everyone has their needs fulfilled… and then there are NPCs making my life impossible!"

The Staff just hovered there, as if feeling too awkward to do anything else.

"Albedo has redoubled its efforts to sleep with me… and I've caught Demiurge discussing freaking biological warfare with Pulcinella! Biological warfare!" Suzuki screamed. "The moment I tell him I don't want him attacking villagers, he figures out I mean I want a subtler way of committing mass genocide! What do I have to do? Force him to read and follow the Genova Protocol?!"

The Staff tilted to a side, sharing its confusion. Suzuki took a few calming breaths, shaking his head.

"And then there are all those stupid mistakes I did because I am an absolute moron!" Suzuki sobbed.

Hey, it isn't that bad, he could imagine Peroronchino saying. You have been doing fine… for the most part, I guess.

You just had to give our name to the entire freaking world, you idiot! Punitto Moe roared within his head.

"I know, damn it, it was stupid," moaned Suzuki.

Even I know that was foolish, and I'm supposed to be the hothead here, Warrior Takemizuchi guffawed.

And just why did you do it? To impress a girl? You are better than this, Big Brother Momonga, Bukubukuchagama's voice echoed across his mind.

"I- I wasn't thinking, alright? It- it was the power high and…" Suzuki grumbled, eyes scrunched shut.

He tried to block his imaginary voices with his hands against his ears, but it didn't work. The staff patted itself against his shoulder, but Suzuki was too immersed in his own invented demons to notice.

Of all the names to have picked, it just had to be the Guild's name, Ulbert sighed.

"Don't bloody judge me! I can't come up with freaking names on the fly," Suzuki muttered.

Admit it, you just wanted to impress that peasant girl, Yamaiko said in her admonishing teacher's voice.

"I said I'm sorry, damn it!" Shouted Suzuki.

"Eh… Mein Schöpfer?"

Suzuki opened his eyes, only to blink straight ahead.

"Huh, since when do I imagine Pandora's Actor in my head?" Wondered Suzuki.

As if in response, Pandora shyly waved from where he stood a few feet away. Suzuki stared at the doppelganger, the doppelganger stared back. The two just remained like that. Then Suzuki groaned and buried his face on his hands. Just what he needed.

"Are you alright, Mein Schöpfer?" Tentatively asked Suzuki's creation.

"Yes, just- just a bit tired," said Suzuki. "Don't tell the other guardians, alright? They'll freak out and tuck me in my bed for life!"

"A bit tired?" The doppelganger moved to stand in front of his creator. "I am no expert when it comes to rest, but even I can tell that something is amiss, Supreme One."

"What gave it away? Maybe hearing me talk to myself?" Sarcastically snorted Suzuki. He shook his head and frowned at Pandora's Actor. "What are you even doing here, Pandora?"

"Albedo requested I came here to assist you in any way possible," Pandora's Actor reported. "I am afraid to say, Mein Schöpfer, she sounded quite distressed."

That made Suzuki feel worse, with guilt bubbling in his gut. He summoned and then held onto the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, desperate for any comfort. Sadly, the power of the item could only do so much…

"Please, Mein Schöpfer, tell me what you need and I – your magnificent creation – shall endeavor to achieve it!" Exclaimed Pandora's Actor with his usual flair.

Suzuki sighed, another migraine forming as he looked at his creation's goofy antics. This sure wasn't helping him.

"Just… just sit down, alright?" grunted Suzuki.

Pandora's Actor nearly jumped to the floor with both knees, and remained there, like an admonished child. It was not how Suzuki wanted his creation to sit, but at the moment, he couldn't care less.

"What ails you, Supreme One? You do know I will forever guard your secrets and serve as confidant if required, Mein Schöpfer…" he trailed off, looking sad "…I apologize if I have failed you in such a way that you've stopped confiding in me…"

"It isn't you, Pandora," said Suzuki with a strained smile. "I am just too overworked at the moment." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "There's all the studying I'm doing, running the tomb, learning the human language…"

"Well, Mein Schöpfer, you could allow for the Lady Overseer to take on more responsibilities around the Tomb," said Pandora's Actor.

And let her release Demiurge and the other NPCs to the world? Oh hell no, Suzuki muttered.

"I can't," was all Suzuki said instead.

"Why not? Has she proven herself incompetent?" Pandora's Actor asked.

"Of course not. It's just that…" Suzuki found himself at an impasse.

How could he explain to Pandora that he was afraid of what would happen if he stepped back for a single moment? How could he tell his creation about the many things haunting him?

"You do not trust her judgement," Pandora's Actor hummed.

"Kind of?" Suzuki guiltily admitted. He looked around, afraid Albedo was somewhere hidden, eavesdropping. "She is smart, and capable, the problem is that she and I don't really see eye-to-eye when it comes to the outside world."

"Does this relate to establishing relations with the humans, Mein Schöpfter?" Innocently inquired the doppelganger. "You wish to avoid a repetition of what happened at the forest, Supreme One?"

And just like that he's right on the money, Suzuki mentally grumbled. That's to be expected; I did create him after all… and spent quite some time talking to him.

"Yes," Suzuki said.

"Then why not just say so? We live to serve, after all, and none shall dare stand in your way or go against your commands, Mein Führer," Pandora said.

"It's not so simple. I just…" Suzuki sighed.

He tried to search for the right answer. Thing was, Suzuki wasn't sure that there was one reason but rather many. For starters, Suzuki wasn't going to deny he was afraid of disappointing the Guardians. It was a weak excuse, but Suzuki couldn't help feeling that way. There were expectations he wanted to meet, even if the Guardians would no doubt serve him regardless. He wanted to be the Overlord they imagined him to be… even if it mean disregarding certain human values.

Then there was the fact that Suzuki himself wasn't sure if ordering his guardians to go against their programmed behavior was a good idea. He could be imposing a living torture on the NPCs, to act and behave out of his whims and against their programming. Just thinking about it made Suzuki feel guilty already.

"It is complicated, Pandora. I don't think I could explain myself to the Guardians," Suzuki decided to say.

"And why, mein Schöpfer, must you explain yourself?" Pandora dramatically said rising a fist. "You are our Supreme Master, the one who rules us! It is etched into our very beings to serve, no matter our feelings on the issue."

By that point, Pandora was back on his feet, posing theatrically.

"That's not me, Pandora," Suzuki blurted out.

Pandora stared at him, stuck mid flamboyant pose.

The real issue, as far as Suzuki had managed to understand it, was that Suzuki, even if he wanted to the Overlord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, couldn't bring himself to impose his will. He was, sadly, too much of a pushover.

"Pandora…" softly said Suzuki, emotionally exhausted. He patted the ground next to him. "Sit here and- and do try to sit still, please."

The doppelganger nearly head-dived to sit next to his creator, and sat on his hands, as if to force himself from flailing his arms. Once seated, Suzuki released the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and intertwined his fingers, all while looking at the many banners across the Throne Room.

"Do you know what my purpose as a Guild Leader was with my friends?" Suzuki asked.

"You ruled over them?" Pandora guessed. It was the Doppelganger's turn to sigh despondently and for his shoulders to slump down in defeat. "Although I'll boldly presume you are going to state otherwise, Mein Schöpfer."

"That's right," mused Suzuki with a tired smile towards the Doppelganger. "I was the leader but I was by no means the ruler of my friends. If anything, I was more of a mediator. My friends…"

He once again looked at the banners, remembering each and every one of his fellow Guildmates.

"…They were a bit rowdy, especially when put together. You have no idea just how stubborn they could be, arguing and shouting at each other for the pettiest of things. Those that didn't yell or raise their voice would ignore whatever issue was discussed, or maybe propose their own thing," Suzuki retold.

He could remember all those hours spent discussing dungeon raids or strategizing different Player Kills. With the wide-range of personalities that made the Guild, coming to an agreement had been almost impossible. Now that he thought about it, they did spend a lot of time planning Player Kills and Guild invasions, especially if said players or guilds allegedly had World Items. Ainz Ooal Gown hadn't gotten so many World Items by raiding dungeons alone, after all. To them PKing was an art and quite a fun activity.

"So how did you decide on any course of action?" A confused Pandora asked.

"Most of the time, by vote," sheepishly said Suzuki. "Just when my friends were starting to get annoying, or anyone threatened to storm off, I would summarize all arguments in favor and against, and then put it for everyone else to vote."

"That's… not what I had expected," remarked Pandora.

Suzuki could only imagine what the NPCs all thought happened within the conference room. He could picture Demiurge claiming that the Supreme Beings dedicated themselves to weaving plans that spanned decades of detailed actions with clever argumentation, and Albedo no doubt would believe that he, Lord Momonga, handled his friends like some kind of king, with his friends serving as close advisors and ministers in his rule.

"I know," said Suzuki with a grimace. "So you can understand I am not that used to coming up with decisions alone as some kind of absolute ruler. Moreover, I always made it a point to be the middleman between everyone in the guild. My time as Guild Leader was mostly spent trying to keep my friends from fighting each other… too much at least. I rarely liked stepping between two friends either."

In other words, I was a pathetic spineless wimp that tried to please everyone, mentally grumbled Suzuki.

"I understand now," Pandora hummed. "You are conflicted in your decisions for you are unused to taking the initiative, holding responsibility for the final decision and leading by yourself."

Suzuki squinted at the doppelganger. He didn't need to put it so bluntly. In the end, he just sighed and nodded. Sadly, Pandora's actor was correct.

"Trying to figure out what the Tomb needs is easy," Suzuki said. "Deciding what we are going to do from here on out…"

And that was something that gnawed at Suzuki. Perhaps food wasn't going to be an issue on the short run, but what was Suzuki supposed to do now? He no longer had an excuse of ignorance to delay any actions on the human nations. In fact, he knew he had to act due to his most recent and blatant mistake. He needed to gather more information, prepare the tomb for any potential enemy Players, and deepen his efforts with the Kingdom. Sadly, politics and economic matters only fueled his stress.

"Pandora, I acted like an idiot in Carne Village," Suzuki said. "I rushed in, made a huge spectacle out of it… and I didn't consider the consequences!" He slapped his face. "I even went around calling myself Ainz Ooal Gown!"

"That is powerful and awe-inspiring name to wield and worthy of you, mein Herr Momonga," politely commented Pandora.

"No, no, don't you get it? It was an awful mistake!" Suzuki exclaimed, the previous dread of his realizations returning to him. "Ainz Ooal Gown – we spent a lot of time hunting down other Players, Pandora. Many Players hated our guts! For heaven's sake, our Guild was once besieged by the biggest alliance of Players in all of Yggdrasil!"

"Well, the weak do despise the almighty and supreme..."

"Damn it, Pandora, don't you see? We've found evidence that other Players have, in fact, transferred to this world! What do you think will happen when they hear the same Guild that went around gathering World Items and was made of wannabe villains transferred with them?"

"Tremble in fear?" Pandora tentatively said, before bowing his head in shame. "Es tut mir leid, Mein Schöpfer, but I assume you mean that the Tomb is now at risk, is it not?"

"The Tomb withstood the entire Player Alliance, so it isn't the tomb itself I'm worried about," said Suzuki. "It is our relationship with the people of this New World. Pandora, I don't want to start wars or conflicts, but we need the outside world."

"Because of the food."

"Food and many other supplies to make clothing, housing and many, many other things we will need if the denizens of the Tomb are to live relatively comfortable lives here," Suzuki exclaimed. "And I've just jeopardized that because- because…"

I saw a pretty face and I screwed it up, Suzuki thought in shame.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen, mein oberster Führer!" Exclaimed Pandora's Actor, jumping to feet and waving an angry fist to the ceiling in the most dramatic fashion. "If anyone dares to stand in your way, I – and every soul of this Tomb – will crush it and-"

"And that - that thing right now - is why I can't let you NPCs out of my sight," Suzuki interrupted the doppelganger, who once again froze mid-pose to stare at his creator. "You can't just jump straight to killing anything you consider an enemy. I leave you to go scouting to a forest and you return telling me you razed a tribe!"

"On our defense, Mein Schöpfer, we were created to fight and kill the enemies of the Tomb with extreme prejudice and no hesitation," said Pandora, twiddling his thumbs like a child.

"And to you anything that isn't part of the Tomb or doesn't have my explicit approval is deemed an enemy to crush immediately," muttered Suzuki.

"To our credit, we have learned to hesitate," boasted Pandora, only to falter. "Sometimes, at least… but we are definitely getting better at holding back, mein Schöpfer!"

"Yeah, that really helps me sleep at night," grunted Suzuki.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. What was he going to do? He was perhaps the only thing holding back the New World's apocalypse and that was assuming his servants weren't sneaking out and causing atrocities while he wasn't looking all in order to further some non-existent agenda.

"Mein Schöpfer, perhaps what we need are clear guidelines and ultimate goal to work towards," Pandora said.

"You think I haven't thought about that?" Suzuki replied. "But what could possibly be our goal…?"

"It doesn't need to be anything grand, Mein Schöpfer, at least for now," said Pandora, sitting next to his creator. "Perhaps our goal is merely to establish a lasting peace with our neighbors so that you can spend your days ruling over us at your leisure. You could dedicate your precious time on matters that entertain your fancy, such regaining your glorious form, or maybe some other interest you may discover in time."

"That's kind of what I've been working towards already," sighed Suzuki.

"And do the Guardians know that, mein Schöpfer?" Pandora inquired.

Suzuki blinked repeatedly in surprise before frowning and stroking his chin. He had told them, hadn't he? He wasn't sure, and that bothered him.

"Then, mein Schöpfer, if I may be so bold, I suggest you gather all Guardians and make certain we all understand your magnanimous will!" Pandora proclaimed. "After that, you could set out guidelines and rules! Zum beispiel, like how we are supposed to proceed with the human nations, and communicate your fears and concerns."

Pandora is right, I need to be clear and concise. A good leader of any organization needs to communicate the goals and expectations as clearly as possible, Suzuki thought. Still…

"Do you think the Guardians will approve? Make peace with humans… even if maybe it is just for the sake of peace alone?" Wondered a worried Suzuki.

"Ja, and if they don't, zum Teufel mit ihnen!" Pandora's Actor exclaimed. "You are our Supreme Ruler, Mein Schöpfer!"

Suzuki had no idea what his creation said, but by the angry tone, he got the gist of it.

"I think you are onto something," Suzuki conceded. "Sadly, at the moment I am more concerned about this."

He gestured at the [Throne of Kings].

"What's the issue with your throne, Supreme One?" Pandora asked, intrigued.

"After I used the [Tolling Bells of Fate] in Carne Village, I realized that, I've never seen the [Throne of Kings] activate like other World Items," Suzuki explained.

"You never tried to activate it with the other Supreme Beings?" Pandora wondered.

"We tried, but we didn't really think it was like other world items. I mean, it's the only World Item I know that can't be equipped and is a piece of furniture. We thought it was some sort of lesser item, thrown in as some random reward for a surprising victory here, in this very Tomb," Suzuki explain. "And now… I may be wrong, but I have a very strong feeling – and so does my Staff - that this throne has yet to be activated properly…"

"And that it may be key when it comes to creating or modifying NPCs," Pandora summarized.

"Exactly," nodded Suzuki. "Although the throne's true power might be something else entirely."

"What makes you so certain it will have an activation, mein Schöpfer?" Pandora wondered.

"Easy, the Shitty Devs were a bunch of idiots that loved adding secret features to everything, and I don't just mean the [Tolling Bells of Fate] tolling sequence. The Devs prioritized adventure and exploration, and they wanted to encourage us, Players, to try and test everything. Some of such secret functions were logical, others are just designs meant to screw with the Players," muttered Suzuki.

"And you think that will apply to the [Throne of Kings]?" Pandora hummed.

"It could, and if it does, it will be a great boon for the Tomb of Nazarick, especially now more than ever," Suzuki said. "Sadly, I am nowhere close to figuring out how to activate this thing… if there is an activated mode, that is. Generally, the clues were on the names, like in the case of the [Tolling Bells of Fate] each bell possess a name of an angel. This thing, on the other hand, doesn't give us the faintest clue!"

Maybe the god-damn devs wanted to mess up with us, thought Suzuki.

"Would you mind if I try to figure this interesting puzzle? I have catalogued and run through thousands of your treasures, Supreme One, World Items included," Pandora proposed.

"Give it a try," sighed Suzuki.

While Pandora's Actor moved over to the throne in order to study it, Suzuki pondered on what Pandora had said. Admittedly, he had considered just being straight with his guardians and bluntly tell them he merely wanted to live without troubling anyone outside the tomb. The problem was, Suzuki wasn't sure how to justify his actions or explain a course of action to give the Guardians.

He glanced at Pandora, who was stroking his non-existing chin. The NPC's advice was sound in Suzuki's mind.

I need rest… and that means making sure Albedo and the others don't do anything stupid, Suzuki said. Maybe… maybe I could trust them more if I am absolutely clear of what I want? Pandora is right, I don't need to justify myself just yet. I could come up with something later… after a good night's sleep and a day off.

And so, Suzuki slowly thought what he would tell the Guardians. He was surprised by how easy it all came together in his mind. More importantly, he grew excited at the prospect of finally being able to slow down a bit.

I am the Overlord of this place; I can't allow myself to fall apart, he reminded himself. If something happens to me…

He glanced at Pandora once again, who had decided to start spewing German words at the Throne. Suzuki sweatdropped and shook his head.

…it would crush them if I just die from overwork, he told himself.

An image of his mother made him wince.

No, I can't die like that, he said. I will make sure Albedo and the others don't step out of line and I will sit back and rest. I'll do it for them. Maybe I can finally start enjoying some of the luxuries of the Tomb I haven't tried yet…

The irony of the situation wasn't lost to Suzuki. Ever since the transfer, he had been chasing after the NPCs to get them to eat, sleep and rest properly, all while at the same time running himself ragged.

I can be a stupid hypocrite at times, Suzuki conceded. I need to be better than that, hold myself to what I preach, if I want to be a good Overlord for the Tomb and its people.

With a plan in mind, Suzuki was surprised (and pleased) when, half an hour later, he summoned the Guardians to the Throne Room. He sat at the feet of the Throne, allowing a dedicated and stubborn Pandora's Actor to keep examining the World Item.

The Floor Guardians all knelt in one line, with Albedo kneeling in front of them. Something about their demeanor made Suzuki grimace. They all looked solemn and grave. Aura and Mare were at the brink of tears, actually, while Demiurge's tail was stiff and unmoving.

What happened now? Suzuki wondered.

"Supreme One, we wish to apologize for failing you," Albedo said.

Suzuki stared at them, confused. Sadly, they were refusing to meet his eyes, keeping their heads bowed in complete submission.

"I – we have all noticed your growing frustrations with our failures to serve you, Supreme One, and yet we've done nothing to remedy the situation," Albedo explained. "As the Lady Overseer, I beg forgiveness for our transgressions…"

"I'm so sorry, Supreme One," said a tearful Aura.

"I – what?" Suzuki spluttered, blinking at them.

"W-we didn't mean to-to annoy you with- with our request," sobbed Mare.

Oh no, they are blaming themselves because of my little outburst at the coliseum, cringed Suzuki, guilt-ridden.

"We have failed you, Supreme One," Demiurge said. "We were unable to meet up your expectations as your servants."

"Please, punish us as you see fit, my Lord," begged Cocytus.

Suzuki sighed and rested a hand over his weary face. From the corner of his eyes he noticed Pandora give him a knowing look before focusing on the [Throne of Kings] and cast a Ninth-tier Identify spell over the World Item for the umpteenth time.

"Enough," Suzuki said.

The guardians all froze, only to bow lower, chastised. Suzuki took a moment to study them individually, his heart wrenched at their saddened and pained demeanor.

I wonder how long they've noticed I have been stressed, Suzuki thought only to grimace. Probably right from the start. They literally live to serve me, after all. Still, I could be misreading the situation…

"Please, Albedo, what are you asking forgiveness for?" Suzuki asked.

"My Lord, as your Overseer and second-in-command, I should have made sure you didn't have to wield all the laborious duties by yourself. I should have taken greater care on your welfare, now that you have lost your powers," Albedo said with a sniff and a quivering voice.

Oh no, please, no crying, Suzuki mentally begged. He knew he would be a wreck if people started wailing near him.

"We underestimated the effects of the Transfer, my Lord, and the impact on your health," Demiurge said. "We beg of you to allow us to assist in any capacity!"

Suzuki felt like he had been punched in the gut with how much guilt he felt. There they were, blaming themselves for his restless nights and stressful situation.

"My Guardians, please, rise," Suzuki said. "Do not blame yourself for my situation. I understand I may have lost my patience today, and I have had better days, but I am not at the brink of collapse."

Although I'm very close, he mentally added.

"But my lord, muttering to yourself can't be a sign of good health," Shalltear said.

Suzuki winced.

"Muttering to myself?" He squawked.

"We mean no disrespect, Supreme One, but we have heard you addressing… ehm… no one in particular sometimes," Cocytus said.

"You also look so exhausted, Supreme One!" Aura added, with Mare nodding next to her.

"You have been eating less as well, my Lord," Sebas added.

Suzuki couldn't help it: he laughed. There was something he found humorous about the entire situation. Maybe the fact he was the one who should be fretting over their health rather than the other way round, or that maybe, some of his stress was because of their willingness to help. Laughing, sadly, only made the Guardians look more worried.

They probably think I'm losing it, he thought, only to frown. Which isn't far from the truth. It's nice they finally noticed… They must have only now been driven to the point of concern overriding their desire to just follow orders. Damn, I must look worse than I think!

"My guardians, if anyone should apologize, it is me," said Suzuki.

The Guardians, of course, protested. Suzuki silenced them with a tired wave of his hand.

"The current situation of the Tomb, and certain actions I've taken, have done little favors to my current form," Suzuki admitted. "To be honest, there is little you can do to abate my worries. So far, you've all excelled in everything I'd hoped for."

"But… but my Lord, you can't go on like this," Albedo said, tear-eyed. To Suzuki, it was a heart-wrenching sight.

"No, I can't," sighed Suzuki.

He glanced at Pandora, who in turn glanced at him and gave a nod of encouragement, all before the doppelganger focused back on the Throne of Kings.

"I believe I am due some rest," Suzuki confessed. "My body…" and mind "…needs to recuperate. Thus, I believe it is time I delegate some more responsibilities to you regarding our next steps forward and share some of my fears and concerns… if you believe you can manage, that is."

The Guardians perked up, looking eager and ready to start burning cities and pillaging in his name. Demiurge's tail was already swaying with excitement at the thought of committing more war crimes.

Or deploy biological warfare, Suzuki reminded himself with a twitch in his eye.

He took a deep breath and, mustering his inner Overlord (the same one he enjoyed playing as), he sat up straight and spoke.

"Let me begin that our situation is still ridden with uncertainties. I am afraid that we still know too little about this world for my liking," Suzuki confessed. "But from what we've learned, there are a few things I want to make clear moving forward."

He felt somewhat intimidated by the way the Guardians stared at him, itching to get right to it.

"For starters, our main goal, the one thing you will all work towards, hasn't changed: I want you all to ensure a comfortable lifestyle for every member of our Tomb. Every one of my servants, no matter how weak he or she may be, must have proper housing, food and rest. I want no one to be overworked or driven to exhaustion…"

Like me, he mentally added.

"To that end, I need to make one thing absolutely clear: we shall neither underestimate nor conquer the human nations," Suzuki said.

That surprised the Guardians, but Suzuki was too damn tired to falter.

"There is evidence that other Players have made it to this World. In fact, because humans use the same spells and even summons from the Old World we can infer that there is a chance Players have already been Transferred to the New World some time before us. Moreover, from where we stand, it would be foolish to assume I was the only Player transferred," Suzuki explained. "My biggest concern is how little we know about the Transfer."

"My Lord, if I may…" Demiurge asked with concern "what is your hypothesis on the Transfer? Do you believe many Players have been brought to the world?"

Suzuki leaned back and looked at the banners of his friends. His heart clenched as he came to terms with a sad reality.

"I am not sure, and thus, until we know more about the Transfer, we shall assume that every single player that had been Online – I mean, weren't IRL – at the time of the Shutdown… eh… the end of the Old World, may have been transferred," Suzuki sighed.

"But doesn't that mean…" Aura gasped, pale and horrified. Mare, though, looked much worse.

"Yes," Suzuki nodded, looking down. "I have a feeling that none of my friends – your creators – made it to the New World and… and until we understand this Transfer, we'll assume they didn't."

He clenched his fists, just as Suzuki's voice wavered at the end. His heart clenched painfully… but he held himself upright and unwavering. The NPCs would be devastated as much if not more than him, and he needed to remain strong for them.

As Suzuki looked at the Guardians stare back in horror and distress, Suzuki felt deep in his heart that he didn't have the strength to send them out and risk themselves for the sake of what Suzuki knew, deep down, was just a cope.

"But my Lord, if they did come to the New World, won't that leave them exposed to our foes?" Asked Shalltear.

"There are so many things we don't know. I believe other players were transferred, but for all we know, we didn't all arrive at the same time. For all we know, Players are arriving in waves across different days, weeks… even decades. Clearly some already arrived before us, but we have yet to determine when," said Suzuki. "Moreover, it would be foolish to offer assistance when we have yet to properly settle ourselves. The Tomb of Nazarick, for the time being, shall come first."

The Guardians begrudgingly nodded.

"That being said, we shall assume there are many Players across the world, and some are extremely dangerous – or possess powerful items. More importantly, odds are most will be strongly sympathetic to human nations with most being humans or human-friendly species themselves," Suzuki said. "Thus, we must play nice with the human countries and their denizens. Am I clear?"

"Yes, my Lord!" The Guardians chorused. Even Demiurge fervently joined in.

Suzuki glanced at Pandora, who was giving him a rather cheeky look as if to say "I told you so, Mein Schöpfer." Suzuki couldn't help but smile at that.

"I have no interest in ruling over the world, not even a single other nation other than our own," Suzuki stated. "However, it will sure help us finally settle in the New World if we could establish profitable relationships with the humans. It is my hope we can start trading with them at some point and obtain a steady supply of goods that we so desperately need.

"So…" Suzuki cleared his throat. "I do not want any innocent humans kidnapped or maimed if it can be helped. However, I am certain we could always garner some favor if we targeted certain humans, like brigands and raiders. We still need to gather information about this world and we could do with more prisoners. In such primitive societies as theirs, I wouldn't be surprised there are plenty of such humans to be captured."

"Shall we focus on them in our hunts then, my Lord?" Sweetly asked Shalltear.

Truth to be told, Suzuki wished he didn't have to order Shalltear to leave, but as Punitto Moe had taught the guild, when it came to PKing, sitting idle was a death sentence. Attack was the best defense, and Suzuki would make use of all the advantages held by heteromorphs like Shalltear during nighttime to capture or kill any threats to the tomb. If Players ever sent scouts to gather information, Suzuki was going to make them regret it.

"Yes, Shalltear. For the time being, I will only allow night hunts with extreme care. Search across dense forests, secluded hills and any areas where humans may lay in wait. Aura, Mare, you will keep working in the forest during daytime. You must contain any New World goblins, trolls or other forest creature from harassing innocent human settlements. It wouldn't do if the Kingdom blamed us for such things now that I intend to trade with them. In both cases, I prefer if you weren't seen, am I clear?" Suzuki said.

"Yes, my Lord!" The guardians replied.

Aura and Mare looked a lot happier, something that definitely warmed Suzuki's heart.

If I confirm I can create NPCs, maybe I should add more Dark Elves to live with them, Suzuki thought. They had been quite lonely if they had asked for a pet. That or they were somewhat envious that they didn't have troops at their disposal like the other Floor Guardians.

"Regarding the hunts themselves, Shalltear," Suzuki addressed the vampire. "I want you to have Solution, Lupusregina and Entoma with you and at least four Vampire Aristocrats and six Brides. Do not play with any prey you find, understand? At the slightest indication of danger, portal back. Be swift and efficient and, more importantly, return safely…" he steeled his nerves "…to me."

"As- as you command," stammered a flustered Shalltear.

"I mean it, Shalltear," said Suzuki. "I understand the current level of the average humans is well below what's expected, but you never know when you are facing a Player, and when it comes to PKing, deceit is key."

"Understood, my lord," Shalltear with a bow. "I will make sure to return to you no matter how pathetic the prey!"

"Good," sighed Suzuki. "Perhaps you'll manage to catch a Player in the process."

He really worried about his NPCs. The last days (or years) of Yggdrassil had been peaceful enough, but Suzuki could recall a time when Players went crazy with PKing. The NPCs hadn't lived those days, stuck in the tomb and all, and probably had no idea what it was like to always keep an eye on your back, no matter how powerful you thought you were.

"In order to improve relations with humans, we must focus on learning as much as we can about them, and I mean more than their language. I wish to know about their history, their myths… perhaps Players have been arriving through the millennia… maybe the humans we see today are descendants of the first Players that arrived. Such knowledge will aid us understand the Transfer," Suzuki said.

"My Lord, what is to be done with the nearby human village?" Demiurge wondered. "We have a few invested interests in that settlement, don't we, Supreme One?"

Suzuki did not like the way he had a knowing smirk on his face. Just what was the Archdevil scheming?

"Keep an eye on the village but do not interfere in their affairs. I intend to keep visiting the village and grow familiar with the humans," Suzuki said. "Gazef Stronoff promised that he would speak to his King about maintaining an open dialogue and trade more goods and Carne Village will be our link with the Re-Estize Kingdom. We shall see if Stronoff keeps his promise."

"Do you have any commands for us, my Lord?" Cocytus asked.

Yes, Suzuki had quite a few clear instructions for all of them. To Demiurge, he allowed the Archdevil to continue working on their prisoners. The same went to Cocytus, who still had a handful of human warriors he was trying different things on at the coliseum to test their strength. He made it clear just how far they could go with the captured humans. To Sebas, he didn't have much to say other than keep the Ninth Floor operational and the maids working as usual. Victim already had a lot to do with his floor, with the terrifying Old Ones still lurking freely.

Sadly, just when Suzuki thought things were moving smoothly, Albedo had to be herself and bring an uncomfortable topic Suzuki had been kicking forward for some time.

"My Lord, if I may be so imprudent…" Albedo mumbled.

Suzuki sighed.

"You may ask anything you want, Albedo," Suzuki said with a smile. "You are my right hand, second in authority to me."

"Have you put any thought in heirs, my love?" Albedo asked with a blush.

Alright, I take that back; there are some things I rather you didn't ask, muttered Suzuki only to realize something. Damn it, I still have to finish our conversation!

"Wha- I – I mean, what brought that question?" Suzuki asked.

"I apologize for my boldness, my Lord," Albedo said (Suzuki did not believe she felt any remorse regarding the topic). "I merely wish to know if- if you intentions at the human village extended to taking a human mate…"

Suzuki nearly choked. An image of Enri jumped on his mind and Suzuki felt ready to cry again. Great, now what was he supposed to say?

Oh yeah, I have a crush on this girl… yeah, no, I rather not go that way, he thought.

"Should I order the maids to prepare a guest room, my Lord?" Sebas wondered.

"Perhaps you will desire more than one, Supreme One?" Demiurge asked.

"I – ehm – no, don't do anything like that, Sebas and- and no, Demiurge," Suzuki muttered, clearing his throat to conceal his discomfort and shock at the questions. "As for heirs…" he sighed. "I haven't actually taken into consideration such things for the time being. Do I intend to marry someone?"

His mind went to poor Albedo who would forever covet him and then Shalltear, tied to Suzuki out of Peroronchino's ill-fated last joke to Suzuki. He knew that, no matter how much he delayed the decision, Suzuki's desire to help the two females and make them happy led to one course of action. In fact, he knew it was going to be inevitable hooking up with both of them and delaying it could only cause untold psychological damage to Shalltear and Albedo. Suzuki didn't feel comfortable with messing up with Bios either, even if he could. One time cursing a NPC to a selfish fate was enough times already.

Suzuki was not going to deny, however, that he was still a single man with a libido, and the ideas of having a wife – or two… if not three – were appealing, especially Albedo.

"Y-yes," Suzuki slowly said. "BUT!"

He quickly raised a hand to stop Albedo and Shalltear from acting out.

"Not any time soon," Suzuki said. "I need to regain my power and focus on the Tomb."

"But my love, if you were to take wives and concubines, I'm sure that that will help with your health," seductively said Albedo, sending shivers down Suzuki's spine.

"Yes, my Lord, allow me to help you relax," giggled a blushing Shalltear.

Damn it! Come on, come up with something, Suzuki! Thought a desperate Overlord.

"I-I'm flattered, you two, and- and I do intend to-to take you as wives but-"

Silence.

It was as those words rolled out of his tongue, Suzuki knew he had screwed up.

Et tu, brain? Suzuki thought.

He really needed to stop running his mouth. Sadly, the damage was done. Shalltear and Albedo both squealed in delight, eyes shining with joy. The other Guardians all perked up.

Suzuki felt the urge to smack his head against the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. He had really done it! And just when he was about to try and relax! He just had to promise the two of them that they would be his wives.

"Enough, both of you!"

To everyone's surprise, it was Pandora's Actor.

"Mein Schöpfer isn't done speaking!" He said.

Suzuki sent a thankful smile to his creation (he needed to reward the doppelganger somehow), and addressed the two excited females.

"Thank you, Pandora," Suzuki said, clearing his throat. "As I was saying, I do have the intention to- to…"

Don't you dare say it! Suzuki mentally heard in Tabula's voice.

Oh yeah, you can do it, Momonga! Peroronchino's voice chimed in

"…wed you both…" Suzuki managed to choke out "but at the time I can't currently do that because…"

Alright, you can do this! Activate Bullshitting skills, Super-tier! Suzuki thought.

"…my current form might not be strong enough for- for any – ehm – marital duties," Suzuki choked out. "Secondly, you two also need to grow."

Suzuki had to pause. What the heck had he meant by that last thing? His eyes widened as ideas flooded his mind. Actually, he might have come with a perfect reason to hold Albedo and Shalltear away from his bed and his ever-threatened virginity.

"You all, not just Shalltear and Albedo, have a lot of growing and self-improvement to do. After all, this world Transfer has also affected you in more ways than one," said Suzuki.

Suzuki patted himself in the back. He was impressed at himself for coming with such a genuine reason so quickly. Maybe he could still become a great Overlord.

"You mean our Flaws, Supreme One?" Shalltear asked with a pout.

Huh? I didn't know they were so self-aware, Suzuki thought.

"Ehm, yes, your flaws," Suzuki sagely said with a nod. "You must all discover your weaknesses and improve on them and, more importantly, mature mentally and emotionally."

In Shalltear's case, I could do if she could mature physically, shuddered Suzuki. Damn you Peroronchino and your stupid lolis!

In any case, Suzuki had no idea how the NPCs would achieve maturity, or even if they could. He wasn't so sure they could even overcome their initially programming. Oh well, problem for Future Suzuki. Unfortunately for him, he failed to notice how a dangerous glint caught in Demiurge's eyes and a devious smirk stretched on the archdevil's face.

"Ich habe es!" Exclaimed Pandora's Actor, drawing everyone attention.

Suzuki frowned at his creation, who in turn looked extremely giddy with himself.

"Mein schöpfer, the clue is in the name! Throne of kings, correct? And what do all kings have in common?" Pandora's smugly said.

Many more things than you probably believe, thought Suzuki.

"A crown!" Pandora laughed, making a pose.

Suzuki pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated.

"That's the most stupid way of activating a World Item that I had heard of…" stated Suzuki.

His eyes widened in shock.

"…and definitively something the shitty devs would come up with," grinned an excited Suzuki.

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Far away, within a massive marble palace, a certain Emperor met with an important and close advisor of his. The room was filled with luxuries, but none compared to the Emperor himself. Young, charismatic and definitely far from ugly, the man laid across a couch, looking relaxed and poised. He exuded a bright confidence that almost shone from his being. However, at the moment, no matter what his body language suggested, he was utterly dumbfounded.

"A tomb?" Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix asked, confused.

"That's the only way we can describe as," Fluder Paradyne, the most powerful magician in the whole Baharuth Empire, said with a nod of understanding.

Differently from Jircniv, Fluder was a wrinkled old man with a long beard and elegant robes that screamed "wizard". He might have passed for Merlin back on Earth, actually.

"You are telling me that a tomb suddenly appeared alongside hills, right in between the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire?" The Emperor asked, still in disbelief.

When he had first been informed by Fluder that his group of Diviners dedicated to overseeing the frontier with the Kingdom had claimed hills had suddenly popped up amidst the flatlands, Jircniv had expected many different scenarios. The current one, though, wasn't between them.

"That would appear to be the case," nodded Fluder. "There is more. You might not be aware of this, your highness, but it would appear that a new powerful spell caster has apparently made quite an appearance not far from said tomb."

Jircniv found the entire situation too ridiculous to take it seriously. However, he forced himself to keep calm and take everything in. He was an Emperor, and thus couldn't allow himself for weird things to baffle him.

"Truly?" Jircniv said.

"Yes," nodded Fluder with a hint of excitement. "His name is Ainz Ooal Gown. Allegedly, he fought and defeated a band of raiders that attempted to attack a small frontier village. Ever since then, however, there have been quite a few wild rumors circulating in E-Rantel…"

"I am not interested in rumors, Gramps," chuckled Jircniv. "And what does this Ainz Ooal Gown have to do with our mystery tomb?"

"Your highness, I do not think their sudden appearance is a coincidence. Both spell-caster and tomb appeared too closely in time and geography to discard the possibility of a link between the two," Fluder said. "However, one can only guess said connection."

"And are your sources accurate regarding this mage?" Jircniv lazily wondered.

"I trust them fully and I have invested quite a lot of my attention in this topic," Fluder proudly admitted.

"Of course you have, gramps," snickered the Emperor. "I bet when you heard about a powerful spell-caster you went flying straight to gathering intelligence."

Fluder merely nodded with gentle smile.

"And what do our sources say about this man?" Jircniv wondered.

"Quite a lot, most of which is, in my opinion, hearsay," Fluder said. He started stroking his long silver beard. "It has been claimed by our spy's in the Kingdom's court that this Ainz Ooal Gown has the power to create elementals unlike anything we've seen in recent history."

"Elementals?" Asked Jircniv.

"Creatures made entirely of the elements. There aren't any left, but they used to be quite frequent long ago, during the time of the Thirteen Heroes and the Evil Deities," said Fluder.

"So this is allegedly a powerful mage," Jircniv said. "Anything else he can do?"

"I'm afraid the rest is too ludicrous to believe, and I will require more time to confirm, such as this Ainz Ooal Gown being capable of reviving the dead and commanding armies of demons," Fluder replied.

Jircniv felt like he was listening to some stupid poet's drunk fantasy.

"And you believe this Ainz Ooal Gown truly is real?" Jircniv asked, dumbfounded. "Maybe age is getting to you, Gramps."

"Hopefully not," chuckled the old man. "However, it has come to my attention some interesting things that have given credence to some of the claims. For example, I have been informed that none other than the Sunlight Scripture has been wiped out… and everything leads me to believe by Gazef Stronoff and Ainz Ooal Gown of all people."

That made Jircniv sit up and stare at Fluder in disbelief.

"The Sunlight Scripture… that's the special supposedly secret extermination unit the Theocracy sends to the Draconic Kingdom to fight beast-men," Jircniv recalled.

"The very same," said Fluder.

"And they have been exterminated themselves?" Jircniv asked in disbelief.

A part of him actually enjoyed imagining the look on the deceptive hag that ruled the Draconic Kingdom once she received the news.

"What were they doing in the Kingdom in the first place?" He said instead.

"If what they say about Ainz Ooal Gown is true… then maybe the Theocracy targeted him," Fluder remarked. "If half the rumors are to be believed, then Ainz Ooal Gown may come off as an Evil Deity. The Theocracy might have wanted to eradicate him before he grew into an issue."

That made Jircniv scowl. Of all the things he needed was an Evil Deity to pop up near his Empire. However, he quickly regained his composure.

"An Evil Deity could emerge from a tomb, could he not?" Jircniv slowly said.

"I would suggest learning more of this Ainz Ooal Gown before we ascribe motives or designations, your highness," Fluder said.

Ha, he is so desperate to meet the guy. I bet he is praying to the Four Great Gods for this Ainz Ooal Gown to be just as powerful as rumored, mused Jircniv.

"I have to admit, you have a point. The timing of everything, and location of this sudden commotions could be more than just coincidental," he realized. "This… tomb…" he still couldn't believe that of all things to suddenly materialize in the middle of nowhere, it was some kind of tomb. "It appeared between the Kingdom and the Empire, just when the Annual Wars were finally taking their toll on the Kingdom. The Chieftains were finally close to rebelling, the lords were pushing the kingdom to collapse… and this Ainz Ooal Gown shows up out of nowhere as the savior of the peasants?"

Jircniv smiled all while deep down he seethed.

Could this Ainz Ooal Gown be using all of my efforts to weaken the Kingdom to gain power? Or is this all just a case of bad timing? Thought Jircniv.

However, he couldn't help but worry. If there was indeed a link between Ainz Ooal Gown and the Tomb, then things would only get more complicated. The ability to create hills were definitely too advanced, even for Fluder, and the Sunlight Scripture was no pushover. Whoever that Ainz Ooal Gown was, he could very well too powerful an entity to ignore.

I just how hope he isn't an actual Evil Deity and the kingdom's peasants are just exaggerating out of desperation, Jircniv muttered. As much as I hate to admit it, Gramps wouldn't bring Ainz Ooal Gown up unless he wasn't convinced he was a powerful mage himself.

"I believe the main problem we face, Gramps, is that we know too little about both tomb and Ainz Ooal Gown. I still have my reservations on such a powerful mage just appearing out of nowhere," Jircniv remarked. "And there is something suspicious about a tomb just showing up like that, isn't there?"

"I have to agree, your highness. My Diviners have been unable to map the area and even I have detected powerful magics. There have been sightings of terrifying – and powerful - creatures," Fluder said.

Jircniv stroke his chin, only to sigh. He was liking the situation less and less.

"For the sake of my beloved Empire, I'll assume the worst case scenario," Jircniv turned to Fluder with a grimace. "Let's assume, Gramps, that this Ainz Ooal Gown is an Evil Deity and this tomb is the creature's residence."

"Then how should we proceed in such scenario?" Fluder asked.

"In our imaginary scenario, Ainz Ooal Gown clearly expected me to send someone to investigate. Rising hills so blatantly for us to notice, and place the tomb in such an open area can only be some sort of invitation," hummed Jircniv.

Jircniv was going to teach this Ainz Ooal Gown not to underestimate him, the Emperor of the Baharuth Empire.

"Then perhaps we should focus on an agreeable approach?" Fluder hummed. "If we assume the tomb relates to Ainz Ooal Gown, perhaps we should send some manner of representative to either find this mage or approach the tomb and assess the danger. This Ainz Ooal Gown could very well be quite open to negotiations and talking. He could very well be testing our response. He has been nothing but diplomatic with the Kingdom, if my sources are to be believed."

If people with power and influence had been agreeable and open, I would have had a far better childhood, somberly thought Jircniv. No, he knew what nobles were like, as well as most people who craved power. This Ainz Ooal Gown probably was no different…

"Please, Gramps, don't tell me you wish for me to play nice so that you can make friends with a fellow spell-caster," he playfully said.

"You know me too well, your grace," chuckled the old man. "However, my suggestion stands. An informal delegation, maybe a small group of knights led by one of the Four Imperial Knights, would suffice. I suggest avoiding the tomb until we have more information, regardless if this allegedly powerful mage does have something to do with it."

Jircniv smirked. Fluder would never change in his pursuit of magical knowledge. The old man was obsessed with it.

"Your highness, I agree with Grand Master Paradyne," Loune Vermillion, the emperor's secretary, said.

Jircniv rolled his eyes yet kept his smile. He didn't mind the caution, but they made it sound as if Jircniv was proposing to send an army and declare war on the mystery mage. Quite the contrary, Jircniv hoped to play his cards with the utmost discretion and, perhaps, gain a new powerful pawn.

"What about you, my great Imperial Knights?" Jircniv asked his four bodyguards.

Clad in plated dark heavy plated armor, the three men and one woman standing behind their Emperor all exchanged faces.

"Eh, I don't know, Boss- I mean, your highness," said the muscular and bulky Baziwood Peshmel.

His blue eyes gleamed with mischief, clearly not taking the situation that seriously.

"This Ainz guy could be way less clever than you think. I mean, what's the big deal about sending someone expendable to meet the guy? You could even get rid of a bootlicker in the process at worst and maybe you could recruit a powerful spell-weaver at best."

Jircniv allowed himself a gentle chuckle at that. He did like Baziwood's bluntness, even if he was the most uncouth of the four Imperial Knights. His commoner background always managed to slip through but he sure could offer sound advice.

"Caution is always recommended, sire," said the ever-graceful Nimble Arc Dale Anoch. "But perhaps the Grand Master is correct."

All eyes turned to the third man of the knights, Nazami Enec. The grey-haired man, always stoic and stiff, looked somewhat annoyed at being made to speak.

"I do not know what to say, your highness," bluntly grunted Nazami.

"And what about you, Leinas?" Said Jircniv, making sure he acted relaxed, without giving away his wariness.

"I share Nazami's opinion, your grace," said Leinas Rockbruise with a tone of complete boredom.

Jircniv, though, wasn't convinced. Of all four, Leinas was most likely the most interested. Oh, she hid it well, always with that aloofness on her one visible green eye. However, Jircniv was well aware that of all four Knights, she was likely the one who would no doubt want to learn the most of Ainz Ooal Gown, especially if the outlandish rumors about his magical prowess were correct. Then again, she had her fair share of disappointments.

"So you wouldn't mind being my representative to this Ainz Ooal Gown, would you?" said Jircniv.

"If that is your command, your grace," said Leinas.

"You know, Leinas, you have been loyal and true," Jircniv said, trying to sound as emotional as possible without losing his confident persona. "If this Ainz Ooal Gown actually does have miraculous powers, then I will not hesitate to pay for his abilities in order to heal you, no matter the cost."

Leinas' bored face shifted ever so slightly that anyone might have missed it. Jircniv wasn't just anyone.

"I did promise, didn't I?" Said Jircniv.

Leinas nodded, failing to maintain her stoic bravado.

"In any case, I rather not waste money and effort on what could possibly a situation unlike anything we initially suspected," Jircniv sighed, sounding tired.

It was time to put the topic of Ainz Ooal Gown to a close and move on to more pressing matters, after all.

"What is your decision, your highness?" Vermillion asked.

"We shall address the two problems as separate, even if there could very well be a connection. Speculating what Ainz Ooal Gown is or isn't at this point is a waste of breath. What we need is information," said Jircniv.

A smirk stretched into place as a devious plan came to mind.

"For Ainz Ooal Gown, are there any means of contacting him, Gramps?" Jircniv asked.

"He apparently frequents the village he allegedly saved, your highness," said the old man. "Do you want me to send some of my apprentices to meet with this mysterious spell-caster?"

"No, for all their talents, I doubt your apprentices could pull an infiltration mission," Jircniv huffed. He eyed his four bodyguards, schemes growing in his mind. "I think I'll send someone actually capable… maybe two."

He turned to the old man.

"As for the tomb… if a tomb is what was raised, then we shall treat it like that! However, I plan to have one of those stupid nobles do the job for me," mused Jircniv with a smirk. "Tell me, are there any moronic noble family desperate enough to hire mercenaries to send to this tomb?"

The people around Jircniv all frowned, confused.

"I will see if there are right away, your highness," Fluder replied, a bit too quickly.

"Actually, your highness, I do know of one family, but they are no longer nobles," Vermillion, ever the efficient secretary, said. "The Furt family, your grace."

Jircniv was truly curious when he saw Fluder wince. He had a good guess as to why.

"Furt? My, why does it sound so familiar?" Hummed Jircniv. "Ah, yes, don't you have an apprentice from that family, Gramps?"

"Why, yes, young Arche," slowly said Fluder.

Jircniv was surprised. He didn't usually see Fluder pick his words so carefully. That meant one thing: that Arche person had some interesting magical prowess. Fluder, after all, obsessed with anything that could further his research.

"She was quite a most promising student," said the old man.

"Was?"

"She was forced to abandon the Academy, unfortunately," said Fluder with a heavy voice. "Quite a pity, especially with that Talent of hers. You see, she actually shares my own Talent, and while lacking my immense power – if I might be so arrogant to say so – she was a promising Apprentice nonetheless."

He gave Jircniv a grandfatherly smile. He might have as well been begging to the Emperor to reconsider using her family.

"And what has she done with that Talent and promise?" Jircniv said, trying to hold back a sneer. He probably already knew the answer.

"I do not know, your highness," lied Fluder.

"She has become a mercenary, your highness," Vermillion immediately said.

Fluder closed his eyes, looking pained at that. Jircniv, on his part, hummed all while deep down he fought the urge to show his disgust. He despised all those who used his many institutions, like the magical academy, to further their own goals. While he understood such motivations, Jircniv was trying to build an Empire that would last the test of time.

Perhaps this Ainz Ooal Gown will get rid of the parasites for me, maybe even discourage others to follow the same route, thought Jircniv. However, ever the pragmatist, the Emperor pushed down his feelings and reconsidered his plans. Maybe I could spare this promising apprentice for Gramps… if she has Fluder's talent, then she could be perfect to assess Ainz Ooal Gown's true power…

Jircniv didn't like to brag, but sometimes he loved his own genius. Hopefully it wouldn't fail him.

"Perhaps she just needs the money," Fluder said, trying to salvage the situation.

"What is the situation with the Furt family, Vermillion?" Asked Jircniv with a smirk.

"Although allegedly loyal to the Empire, the Furt family seems to wait for your downfall, your highness. In the meantime, they are under heavy debt due to irresponsible spending, your highness," the secretary responded. "Our secret police has been keeping tabs on Mister Furt in hopes he could lure potential enemies of the Empire out of shadows. Unfortunately, he has been unable to find any sympathizers and has only kept wasting money in frivolities…"

And here I was hoping the damn nobles would fall for such an obvious moronic trap, mentally sighed Jircniv.

"So if whispers were to reach them of a certain tomb filled with potential riches, particularly from – say – some noble that is desperate to fall in my good graces, would the Furt try to convince their daughter to risk her neck out there?" Jircniv said with a smirk.

The people around him all stared at him, impressed and in awe.

"Your highness, you wouldn't send robbers to gather information, would you? It will only garner the wrath of potential asset for the empire and there is a strong chance they won't even return!" Fluder said.

"What do you mean? I am not sending anyone," mused Jircniv. "But if any person were to send such robbers – like say the Furt family – and said robbers were to get caught, I would gladly deliver the ones responsible to this Ainz Ooal Gown. Who knows, perhaps that mysterious spell caster would be more than thankful. And if they do manage to return… well, it is only a matter of arresting the ones responsible and extract whatever they have learned, by force if needed. Who knows? Maybe they might bring back souvenirs and valuable items for the Empire."

"While I believe it is an exceptional plan, your highness, there is a lot of room for failure," said Vermillion. "There are monsters that prowl the area and they would be too close to the Kingdom's frontier. Moreover, the Forest of Tob has been quite restless… perhaps due to Ainz Ooal Gown's presence."

"All the more reason not to send official representatives, especially when we know so little," sighed Jircniv. "If our would-be robbers fail at their job, then that is a pity, but it won't be a loss for me."

Jircniv glanced at the old man.

"Still, you make a good point. Perhaps we should select a noble family that would hire a proper mercenary group rather than send their only daughter. I would prefer if some of those mercenaries could make it back with information."

"Actually," Vermillion hummed, thoughtful. "If I am not mistaken, this Arche Furt is part of quite the mercenary band. I do not have all the details, but I believe they do have a high chance of success…"

"I will decide after we have proper information. Loune, gather a list of nobles desperate and stupid enough to risk sending people to rob a tomb, be it to gather resources against me or for their own greed. I'll decide from there how we'll proceed," yawned Jircniv, signaling he was tired of the topic. "In the meantime, I think this Arche Furt could be used for something else… what do you think Gramps?"

"I would be forever in your debt if you could spare her," Fluder said.

"If we play our pieces right, perhaps she might even be able to rejoin the Academy and sever her ties with her pathetic family," hummed Jircniv.

"You sure about doing this, boss – I mean, your highness?" Baziwood wondered, scratching his beard. "This could return to bite us in the ass. Maybe we should wait and see, yah'know?"

"Don't worry. I am confident we will come on top," mused Jircniv.

If only he had known the truth…

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Unbeknownst to the Emperor of the Baharuth Empire, the Golden Princess of the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Supreme Master of the Tomb of Nazarick, certain forces were gathering in what would later define the fate of the world. Said forces so happened to be the Floor Guardians, and their meeting place of choice so happened to be the Ninth Floor bar. Sitting at one of the round tables, the Floor Guardians, and their Overseer, all waited, a tea or a soft drink in hand, for one particular colleague of theirs to start speaking.

"Our creator has finally gifted us with a glimpse of his glorious mind!" Demiurge exclaimed.

The guardians traded unsure expressions.

"Are you sure you aren't overthinking things again?" Cocytus asked.

"You tend to do that a lot," remarked Aura.

"Y-yes and L-Lord Momonga said he isn't what he used to, right?" Mare timidly added.

"He's still a Supreme Being," Demiurge dismissively said. "Even a tiny percent of his original intellect far surpasses anything we, his puny servants, could hope to understand."

The Guardians, though, weren't so sure. Their Supreme Master had, after all, pretty much told them he relied on them. Still, they weren't going to deny they liked the idea of their lord being so smart.

"And do pray tell, Demiurge, what do you think our Master's grand plan is?" Sebas asked.

"Quite simple!" Demiurge smirked. "Firstly, he wants us to ascend!"

That left the other Guardians confused. They traded frowns and confused expressions.

"Ascend?" Victim asked.

"Yes! Don't you see? Our Lord almost went as far as spell it out for us!" Demiurge said with glee. "Look at us, gathered here, in the very same place only the Supreme Ones used to enjoy, talking and discussing strategies as only the Supreme Ones could… all at the behest of our master. And now, our most magnanimous leader has asked – no, demanded – that we overcome the inherent flaws instilled into us by our own creators."

"Wait, wait, wait," Aura chuckled, shaking her head. "You can't possibly think Lord Momonga want us to…" she traded amused faces with Mare "…become Supreme Beings, right?"

"Of course not," said Demiurge, adjusting his glasses. "That's a realm well beyond anything we could hope to achieve."

On that, all Guardians could agree.

"But can't you understand? It must be that the very same reason he has thus far rejected procreating with Shalltear and even Albedo," Demiurge explained.

Aura and Mare pulled faces of disgust as the mention of procreation, all while Shalltear giggled with a blush.

"Perhaps you are getting ahead of yourself, Demiurge," Sebas somberly said. "Our Lord has been working too hard on our survival and wellbeing to distract himself with anything else."

"Wait, maybe Demiurge is onto something," Albedo said with wide eyes. "The same day we saved that pathetic human village, Lord Momonga told me that he couldn't reciprocate my love towards him because he felt ashamed, guilty and afraid." She looked at Demiurge. "Do you think…?"

"I believe that is only evidence that he has far stronger feelings for you than I had first assumed," hummed Demiurge, his smirk only stretching wider. "And it makes sense!"

"How does it makes sense?" Angrily growled Shalltear.

"Our creators all created us with unique personalities based upon their own tastes. However, it is my belief they all added flaws to us, flaws that we need to overcome if we are to ascend to a higher state of being," Demiurge explained. "However, such was Lord Momonga's affection towards our Lady Overseer-"

"-that he removed one of her flaws, going as far as undoing the will of another Supreme Being," Sebas hummed, stroking his chin. "That does strike me as something our kind master would do in his immense mercy."

"He does fret a lot about us, doesn't he?" Shyly said Mare, although with a happy timid smile.

"Indeed, and we are not worthy of such devotion toward us," Demiurge said with a sigh. "But as I was saying, our Lord probably feels guilt for undoing the work of another Supreme Being, ashamed even, and he probably fears that without that flaw, Lady Albedo might not be able to ascend."

"I will do anything I must to be with my love," hissed Albedo to no one in particular.

"Then what do we have to do, Demiurge?" Cocytus asked. "I am not aware of my own flaws… I am not sure where I can even begin in such a quest… we are as different as our Supreme Beings were to each other, and our Creators did not see eye to eye on many things. The flaws for one probably were strengths for another Supreme Being."

"That's true," Sebas hummed, hand stroking his chin, only to raise an eyebrow at Demiurge. "Didn't our creators constantly argue with each other, Demiurge?"

"I believe they did, and quite frequently at that, or at least that's what I've been informed by the maids," Demiurge hummed, also stroking his chin.

"Those maids have seen and heard more about our creators than any of us," whined Shalltear, slumping on her seat.

"It couldn't be helped," sighed Cocytus. "Our Creators did frequent the Ninth Floor above all others."

"They could have visited more often, you know?" Pouted Shalltear, before giving a wistful sigh and looking at the ceiling with a dreamy eye. "Lord Peroronchino used to visit me all the time and work on my Bio… I still remember his magnificent laughter."

"What did he find so amusing, if you don't me asking of course?" Demiurge wondered.

"Actually, it wasn't a laughter most of the time. He preferred to snicker, perhaps even… ehm…" Shalltear blushed at the memory.

"Lord Peroronchino giggled like a pervert, didn't he?" Aura taunted.

"Blasphemy!" Shalltear hissed.

"Ha! Lady Bukubukuchama was right! She once claimed Lord Peroronchino kept adding all kinds of perverted stuff in your Bio, when she was with Lady Yamaiko and Lady Ankoro Mocchi Mochi," Aura smirked at the vampire.

"Oh, and what were the three Supreme Beings doing, huh?" Shalltear retorted. "Using you like dressing dolls, weren't they? Like the two little children you are meant to be!"

Shalltear laughed at the two Twin Elves, who in turn glared at the vampire.

"It was an honor to serve our Creator in any way she saw fit," harrumphed Aura.

"Y-yeah," nodded Mare. "And we liked it too!"

"Yeah, that's right!" Aura angrily said.

"To be babied by your Lady Creator?" Teased Shalltear. "My Lord at least saw that I should be fit to understand R-Rated content."

"R-Rated content?" Chorused the confused guardians.

Shalltear shrugged.

"Apparently, the Shitty Devs had long imposed some sort of curse to whoever attempted to perform anything explicitly sexual or violent, also known as the forbidden R-Rated Content. In any case, my beloved Creator truly regretted such curse," said the vampire. "Lord Peroronchino once discussed it with Lord Ulbert and Lord Momonga when he tried to get them to read my Bio, that and to play something called H-Games."

"Oh, Lady Bukubukuchagama once mentioned those," said Aura. "I think she actually helped create some of them."

"What do these… H-Games… involve exactly?" Wondered Cocytus.

"Apparently, R-Rated content," giggled Shalltear with a blush and a perverted glint in her eyes. "From what I've gathered, Lord Peroronchino enjoyed conquering and mating with multiple females from many species in those games… although he had a strange fixation with Cat-girls."

The Vampire then pouted.

"I wonder why Lord Ulbert and Lord Momonga refused to read my Bio that day," Shalltear mumbled. "My creator really wanted them to read it…"

"And what did Lady Bukubukuchagama do in such games?" Sebas asked the elf twins, stroking his chin. "Did she create females to please Lord Peroronchino?"

"Something like that?" Aura frowned. "Our creator made it sound as if she was the females of those H-Games (whatever they are)."

"L-Lady Yamaiko found her job a bit… weird and disturbing," admitted Mare. "I don't understand how, though."

None did. When it came to the Supreme Beings, they felt out of their depths, as if they lived in an entirely different plane of existence than their own.

"Oh, she was what Supreme Beings called a Voice Actor, basically giving life to each creature of the H-Games," nodded Shalltear. "And no, Sebas, my creator disliked mating with the creations of his sister."

"It is strange to believe that Lord Peroronchino and Lady Bukubukuchagama were actually siblings," Demiurge remarked. "It does make me wonder how Supreme Beings actually come to existence…"

"Do you think there is like a Super-Supreme Being that creates Supreme Beings?" Aura wondered.

"Like a Grand-Supreme Being?" Shalltear wondered.

"That would definitely be a strange concept, to be sure," Demiurge nodded.

Albedo cut in by clearing her throat.

"I believe we have gotten carried away," Albedo interrupted.

"You are correct, Lady Overseer," Demiurge nodded. "However, I believe that to further Lord Momonga's grand plan and for us to learn our weaknesses and strengths, we must do pretty much what we were doing: gather as much information on our creators as we can."

"Why though? I mean, I would love to learn as much as I can about them, but how can that help?" Aura asked.

"Simple," Demiurge said with a smirk. "To improve ourselves, we first need to understand the values our Creators upheld. That way we can identify our weaknesses and strengths, or at least the ones our Creators gave us."

"Or maybe, there's a better alternative," said Albedo.

The Guardians all looked at the Overseer, who had a smirk of her own.

"Perhaps instead of focusing on our Creators, who are all absent, we should try to understand the One Supreme Being that remains," Albedo slowly offered. "If we are to serve him better, and ascend… perhaps it should be done to his standards?"

"But that might go against what our Creators intended!" Cocytus said, scandalized.

"Yeah, I don't think I want to change in any way that goes against what Lady Bukubukuchagama wanted for us," Aura added.

The guardians exchanged unsure looks. The idea that they might go against what their Creators had decided for them troubled them to no end. Given their circumstances, however, they all felt Albedo was right.

"You do forget Lord Momonga explicitly told us to assume our Creators might never come to us," Albedo said.

The Guardians immediately looked down, shoulders slumping and looking utterly crushed by that. They had all secretly hoped to one day meet their Creators again, to finally speak to them. And yet, they had known deep down only Lord Momonga remained.

"Do I believe we might never see them again? Maybe not, but we can't wallow in possibilities. We should focus on what we have at present," Albedo said. "So, we must learn our Master's values, and try to grow based on his whims and desires."

"Yes, that would be much more efficient," reluctantly conceded Demiurge. "Still, when it comes to identifying our flaws I suggest this."

He reached into his inventory and pulled out notebooks, which he handed over to his fellow guardians.

"Instead of each of us attempting to find their own flaw, we shall try to figure out the flaws of each other and then discuss them in a manner similar to how we have conducted ourselves tonight," Demiurge explained.

"Why don't we try to figure our flaws ourselves?" Shalltear wondered.

"It is not so simple or easy," Demiurge admitted with clear disappointment. "In our eyes, I'm afraid, our Creators did no wrong, even when we understand they purposely added flaws for us to overcome. More importantly, while I would normally suggest against aiding each other, our Lord needs of us to ascend as quickly as possible. He has asked of us to ascend, and thus we must."

They all looked at their empty notebooks with fierce determination. They would no fail Lord Momonga, who they so desperately wanted to please and see regain his strength.

"Once we have identified our Original Flaw, we shall attempt to gather information to correct said Flaw. To that end, Lord Momonga has already given us hints on how to proceed," Demiurge said with a smirk.

"Truly?" Sebas wondered with wide-eyes.

"Why of course! Hasn't he overtly shown himself reading and studying? He clearly is trying to clue us in to how to proceed!" Demiurge remarked. "Moreover, I have been informed some books our Lord reads are denoted as 'self-assistance', reading material far more befitting for us, his servants, isn't that correct?"

"You mean 'self-help' actually," replied Sebas. He frowned at the Archdevil. "You believe our Lord doesn't genuinely read those books? I'll admit, I have seen him ignore the books if he can and it doesn't look like an activity he is openly fond of… but I would have never assumed he was trying to hint at anything."

"Why of course he wouldn't openly tell us. The point of the ascension is for us to figure out the process ourselves," Demiurge said with a smirk.

"But our Lord, in his eternal kindness, is trying to aid us where he can," wistfully sighed Albedo.

"I feel sad Lord Momonga cares for us so much," Aura sighed.

"So it is decided; I will attempt to procure some literature based on what we discover," Demiurge explained.

The Guardians all nodded in agreement. It was a sound plan, and part of them were admittedly excited about the prospect of ascending.

"And now comes the next part of Lord Momonga's grand plan," Demiruge stated. He addressed Albedo and Shalltear with a simple apologetic smirk. "The one part I'm afraid the ladies present will be displeased about." He gave a nod at Aura. "No offense."

"None taken," Aura replied.

"What's this about?" Shalltear asked with squinted eyes.

"It's about our Lord mating with humans, isn't it?" Spat Albedo, glaring at the table and clenching her fists.

"That's correct," Demiurge nodded.

"Huh? What? Our Lord mating with humans? But why?!" Shalltear demanded to know, horrified.

The rest of the Guardians were far more confused, exchanging baffled expressions.

"Allow me to explain what little I understand of our Master's grand design," Demiurge said. "As he has stated, at present he wishes to dedicate himself solely on regaining his powers and improving the tomb for us, his servants. More importantly, he must be interested in dedicating all of his energies and incredible otherworldy intelligence on the matter of the world Transfer, a subject only a Supreme Being could ever hope to comprehend. At the same time, he wants to guarantee a constant inflow of supplies for the tomb."

"I don't see what this has to do with our Lord taking human mates," Sebas remarked.

"Oh, but it is quite simple," smirked Demiurge. "He clearly sees the New World as worthless yet momentarily risky given what little we have learned so far. Thus, our Lord has already started working on creating a buffer zone around the Tomb to both protect the Tomb as well as attain the needed supplies."

"You mean the Human Village," realized Aura.

"Precisely," Demiurge nodded. "It was no coincidence he decided to intervene and employ grand treasures, going as far as using a World Item on some pathetic settlement. Thing is, our Lord has no intention on ruling over the humans (as he mentioned himself), and I believe he has no interest on assigning any of us to the task."

"Who would want to leave the Tomb to spend time ruling over pathetic lifeforms?" Spat Shalltear.

Although not everyone deemed humans as pathetic (like Cocytus and Sebas), none of the Guardians thought they were worth taking care of either, especially at the expense of leaving the Tomb and their master. Deep down, their sole desire was to stay in the Tomb, rule over what they had been assigned and serve their Lord Momonga for eternity.

"Exactly!" Nodded Demiurge. "However, he does want to maintain a certain level of control in the outside world, does he not? So it is my belief he has decided to use the human themselves. To that end, I believe he will attempt to create a large sphere of influence and place humans of his choice to rule in his stead."

"So they can serve as meat-shields against Players," mused Shalltear.

"And an early-warning area for the Tomb to prepare," Cocytus added, amazed.

"All while securing a large enough area with resources and a workforce that can sustain the tomb," remarked Albedo.

Demiurge nodded.

"As we know, and as our magnanimous Master has already considered, human lifespans are rather short, and they are very fragile. So, instead of wasting time and effort selecting new humans to replace the one that dies every time, Lord Momonga will give human females the honor to carry his child and give birth to their replacement. Thus, he will start bloodlines of rulers loyal to the Supreme One, who will no doubt inherit enough of his power and wisdom to serve their purpose," Demiurge explained.

"Urgh, I think I get it," muttered Shalltear.

"How can you be so sure, Demiurge?" Aura asked.

"Because Lord Momonga has already set his plan in motion, and the human village is his testing ground. Right now, Lord Momonga is grooming one of the human females to take over and then carry his child," Demiurge pointed out.

"He does seem fond of that human… what was she called?" Aura asked.

"I-I don't remember," mumbled Mare, despondent.

"Isn't it a bit of a stretch, though?" Shalltear asked with a huff. "The Supreme One might want to groom that stupid bint to be some kind of puppet for us, but that doesn't mean he wants to have children with her."

"Then why select a weak human female at the height of her fertility?" Countered Demiurge.

"That human did show valor and dedication to keep her – what was it? – sister alive, going as far as shielding the child," Sebas recalled.

"Correct, that action must have told our Master that she would no doubt serve as an ideal mother: fertile, young and clearly with strong maternal instincts," Demiurge said. "We are certain she now holds enough favor with the Supreme One. He has, after all, marked his favor over her with an item," Demiurge said.

"He has?" Cocytus asked, surprised.

"Yes, the [Horn of the Goblin General]," said Demiurge with a smirk. "Absolutely pathetic for any of us, and extremely low in value according to Pandora's Actor, yet probably enough for the human female to take over her puny village and rule under the Supreme One's command."

"Lord Momonga did also take her hand that one time," growled Albedo.

Needless to say, none of the Floor Guardians understood human courting and relationships.

"Then what must we do?" Cocytus eagerly asked. "Our Lord commanded us against taking innocent humans… whatever that means…"

"Oh, we should not concern ourselves that much in regards to the taking," Demiurge assured them. "Our Lord will probably mark them somehow for us to know who he intends to mate with, and they won't be only meant to serve as rulers."

"Oh? He intends to take human mates for other purposes?" Sebas inquired, intrigued.

"Quite right," nodded Demiurge. "Considering our Lord has no interest in ruling, he probably doesn't want to constantly assist the pathetic lifeforms if they ever require assistance, especially at the risk of engaging Players. Thus, it is safe to assume he will probably select amongst the human their most powerful warriors."

"And he'll want to make children with them too?" A confused Aura asked.

"Of course, in order to create a warrior caste with his divine essence to keep his conquered realms safe from external forces, or at least serve as deterrents against or delay Players. You don't actually believe he will want to risk any of us when he can throw puny humans at enemy Players or any minor scuffle that might arise, do you?" Demiurge said all too sure of himself.

"Lord Momonga does fret about our safety when we leave the Tomb," hummed Sebas.

"Going back to your question, Cocytus. If we must do anything, it should be to facilitate the selection for our master," Demiurge said. "That means making sure to find humans that stand out, who aren't as pathetic as the rest of their kin, maybe even groom them ourselves for our Supreme Master and their purpose."

"How do you – eh – groom women exactly?" Aura asked, looking at Mare.

Poor Mare just shrugged. Shalltear, on her part, released an evil chuckle, filled with perverted thoughts and desires, making both elf children look disgusted at her. Cocytus, Victim and Sebas all traded unsure looks.

"Yes, if they are to be used by my love, then we must make sure they are somewhat worthy," muttered Albedo.

"Exactly," Demiurge nodded. "Our Lord will no doubt appreciate it if we could help in the selection."

"Ehm… y-you want to go through this, Lady Overseer?" Tentatively asked Aura.

"Of course," sighed a dejected Albedo. "I rather my love did not have to sully himself with filthy vermin, and I would have loved if I were the first to carry his child…" she looked down and patted her stomach. "But at present, it might be impossible – dangerous even - and if it is what my love wants, who am I to deny him?"

A smile stretched on her face.

"And he did promise he would make me his wife," squealed Albedo. "Oh, I am certain he'll ask for me to join him in his chambers any night now… probably before he lowers himself to taking human mates…"

"He promised to take both of us," Shalltear added with a smirk.

"Yes, of course," Albedo grunted. "Now, why don't we discuss a proper course of action?"

And that's how the Floor Guardians of the Tomb of Nazarick secretly organized a harem of humans for their master all while trying to figure out their innate flaws. Needless to say, there was a long night ahead of them and way too many restless nights ahead of their Lord Momonga.

If only Suzuki knew what was in store for him…

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It was far away, on a different land, where a certain dark-clad figure leaned over a marble table. He was robed in fine pitch-black tunic, with its face shadowed beneath a hood. The enigmatic figure loomed over an old decrepit tome, staring at a certain image. It was the depiction of a creature of alleged immense power, one that had been said to have surpassed the strength of the gods of the land.

"Yes… This shall be the instrument of your downfall…" the figure hissed, a robed hand caressing the picture.

The hooded creature looked at the ceiling.

"You'll pay for your crimes…" hissed the cloaked figure "…for the suffering you wrought…"

He screamed one name, a promise of retribution etched with the desire of vengeance. It was the very same name that had filled him with rage ever since he remembered its origin:

"AINZ OOAL GOWN!"

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Author Notes:

I apologize for such a long chapter! Like I said, Overlord-madness has taken over me! Make it stop!

As for the story, allow me to repeat that in this world there are no adventurers. I should have also clarified a couple of changes in that subject: in the Kingdom, instead of adventurers, there is a social class known as the "vassals" or "retainers", and instead of workers there are mercenaries. There is also a fourth social class in the Kingdom known as "freemen". It will be explained to Momonga later on. I apologize if I complicated the world of Overlord, but the commoner-noble dichotomy of cannon (and most fantasy/medieval anime) gives me an aneurism.

Thanks for reading and reaching this far. I hope I haven't disappointed you by now.

Please, leave any thoughts you had. Is the world-building clear enough? Is there anything you wish to see? Likes? Dislikes? Anything said will be welcomed and considered for the next chapter... which I can't promise will come out next week, nor the following one.

Cheers,

The Emerald Commander