The main office of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick was very luxurious.
Every piece of furniture in the room was elegant in design, tasteful and exotic. The crimson red soft carpet on the floor doesn't make a sound when you walk on it. Flags of various designs were draped over the walls deep within the room.
An impressive black wooden desk was placed inside the room; the owner was sitting on the all-black leather chair, along with another...
"What is this?"
"Well, you see..."
Kyoko then began to explain the details of the paper she's holding while Minerva, in her child form, listened excitedly on her lap.
Who knew her children would be so interested in paperwork? It's sure as hell wasn't DNA because she abhors said chore. Or maybe it is and her husband secretly harbors a fetish towards this legal form of torture?
'That can't be it, otherwise, he would've been here in my place...'
"Tsk.." She unconsciously clicks her tongue.
'Why did I even agreed to this botched deal anyway!?'
"What's wrong mother?"
'Oh, right. That's why...'
"Nothing's wrong Minerva. Mommy's just thinking about father."
The small girl nodded somewhat sadly. "I miss him too. He's probably working hard."
Thank the gods she was in her Great Spirit form, had she'd been in her human account perhaps her blood vessel would have already ruptured from the hidden tension she's accumulating.
Rather, her blood would've literally boiled from her hidden anger and rage. How dare he uses her weakness towards their children! Even worse he also ditched her to do all the paperwork while he's off to god knows where doing god knows what!
'Oh, just you wait! When you get back here I'll...!'
"Mother is very smart..." Minerva whispered. It couldn't be more obvious that she sounded impressed.
Just like that her hatred evaporated and was replaced with joy. She really was a sucker for the little specter, Minerva and the boys being the main reason she accepted Momonga's proposal of 'splitting up'.
'Doesn't change the fact that I got the short end of the stick. Oh well...'
She'll just have to suck it up like always.
"By the way Minerva, today you're going out for the first time, right? To Carne village?" Kyoko brought the topic up to distract herself.
"Umu." Again the little specter nodded. "I'm leaving with Yuri-Alpha after lunch."
"AFTER LUNCH!?" The third occupant of the office shrieked in horror.
With shiny black hair was a direct contrast to her gown. Her black angelic wings coming out from her waist covered her legs. She was a flawless beauty in a pure white gown, her gentle smile just like a goddess
If it weren't for her distraught, borderline psychotic, expression that is.
"...That's right. We haven't told you yet, Albedo?"
She was the Overseer of Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, 'Albedo'. She was in charge of the 7 NPCs who were the Floor Guardians of Nazarick. When Momonga and his guildmates constructed the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick in the past, Albedo's setting was a servant NPC working here. But she has since gained sentience and swore fealty to the two of them.
This is a delightful situation, but also a heavy burden for Kyoko who was a mere section chief and even more for her husband who was only a salaryman.
Sure they have experience in maintaining peace over individuals that would murder one another. And although things are eerily similar to back then they still ended up grasping for straws when it comes to a couple of things.
"Do please forgive my impudence Kyoko-sama, but why would you send Minerva-sama to fraternize with those filthy and worthless humans!?"
Fortunately answering such abstract wasn't one of them.
Thanks to the discussion she had with her fellow 'stranded' (though honestly, everyone was happier to be here) Player they have already concoct a get out of jail free card for blunders or questions that they themselves honestly couldn't answer.
"It's something that you wouldn't understand Albedo."
"Guh!" Kyoko's simple reply was akin to a dagger piercing the Overseer's chest.
"...It's true that a mere trash like me would never be able to comprehend the action of the Supreme Ones..."
Okay, now she felt bad for saying that.
The good news is, it's definitely effective and can be used in any situation. On the other hand, said magic words exceeded the desired effects in a terrible way.
Despite being the one in charge of the Great Tomb in her husband's absence/escape Kyoko by no means fits the requirement of a great ruler. She only has textbook knowledge and barely any comprehension over the many matters provided (enough to impress her daughter at least).
Were Albedo to stop working due to her earlier words...
'Crap!? I gotta cheer her up or I'm going to end up having to do the paperwork myself!'
"D-don't be so down! Strictly speaking, this is something that only 'us' should know! T..that's right! Albedo is not a parent! So it's only natural that this particular case went over your head! It just couldn't be helped"
"I-I see... Something only a couple would understand..."
'She's distracted! Now to steer her away!'
"Even so there's no need to rush! Before considering something serious like having children you should focus on your career first.
Trust me on this, you'll have nothing but bad time unless you have a perfectly solid groundwork. That and also willing to stay exactly where you are for the rest of your life."
Kyoko was speaking from experience, of course, having seen a fair share of relationship and promising career shattered due to one night's acts of passion. Naturally, she wanted none of Nazarick denizens to experience that.
Albedo nodded vigorously.
"In other words, I should focus more on my work first! Is that what you're trying to say, Kyoko-sama!?"
"Yes, you definitely should do that."
Giving her an actual good advice, ensuring that she wouldn't make a rash decision, possibly increasing her work efficiency, and keeping her happy?
You can call her a manipulator for all you like, the great Spirit sees this as an absolute win.
"Then, the next report please."
"Here, Kyoko-sama."
She browsed through the words written in pen immediately after receiving the documents. This was a report submitted by the guardian of the 6th floor, Aura Bella Fiora.
It clearly states that they haven't met any YGGDRASIL players like her or found any sign of them.
As for the investigation of the large forest near Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, they have successfully mapped the area to the mountain range on the opposite side of the forest, and located a lake.
"Looks like we're all alone here. For now at least."
At the moment they have yet to locate other players, the most dangerous people to him here.
Combat was one of the reasons why she played the game, YGGDRASIL. But with how things are, especially since 'this isn't a game anymore', peaceful days such as this should be nothing less than a dream come true.
'Is it selfish and terrible of me to hope for a teeny bit of action?'
"Mother, should we give this to father?"
Kyoko already knew the answer to that, as well as the one that she asked herself.
"That's an excellent idea sweetie. Pass down my order, Aura and her team are to continue their task.
Also, prepare multiple copies and distribute them to the other Guild members. The same goes for the floor guardians, we should keep them updated just in case."
"By your command—"
A gentle knock came from the door. Albedo look at Kyoko for her reaction, bows and walked to the door. After confirming the identity of the visitor, Albedo announced:
"Shalltear is requesting for an audience." There was a somber note that barely went unnoticed.
"Shalltear? It's fine, let her in."
With permission from Kyoko, a young girl of about 14 wearing a fluffy black and velvet gown entered elegantly.
Her skin was white as wax and her facial features were pleasant, a true beauty of the world. Her long silver hair sways with each step she took, her large bosom which doesn't match her apparent age bounced along as well. She was the guardian for the 1st to 3rd floor, 'true vampire' Shalltear Bloodfallen.
"Good day Pallas Domina Gown Joou-sama, Minerva Ooal Gown Ojou-sama."
"A good day to you as well, Shalltear. There's no need to be uptight, you can just call me by my name you know."
Moomonga was the one who came up with the whole 'guild identity thing', stating that it'll kill two birds with one stone should someone recognize them. Hence the reason she is known as Pallas Domina Gown to the outside world.
They have however made it absolutely clear that they would only be addressed as such when 'outside', thus hearing Shalltear calling her by that name inside was the equivalent of an employee calling his superior by his title outside of work.
Polite, yes. But it gave the impression that a rift existed between them.
"Oh, how your kindness knows no bound Pallas-sama! But alas I could not respond to your grace! This one hasn't yet risen up to the level of a worthy subordinate. For that reason, I do not merit the right to address your beautiful true name!"
Kyoko shrugged her shoulders, she knows well that there was no use in arguing with her. This was some sort of a self-imposed punishment after she had attacked Torihiki and his two NPCs.
The bookseller was kind enough to let bygones be bygones yet Shalltear refused the slack she was granted. Even now she works hard to repay her 'debt', fully intending to pay back their 'mercy' tenfold.
"Suit yourself. Then, can you tell what business do you have with me today?"
"I am here to bask in Pallas-sama's presence and to admire Minerva-sama's peerless visage."
"Umu-umu, I totally get it~."
If it weren't for this goddamn 'job' she too would devote most of her time observing Minerva's antics. Her daughter was the cutest in the entire universe and nobody can change her mind!
Sensing her good mood Shalltear cheered inwardly. It seems that her endeavor has finally paid off!
In an attempt to remedy her poor relationship with Momonga-sama's older brother, Torihiki-sama, she had spent most of her free time to assist him in whatever it is he's doing. It was during that time that she had learned something important.
He said that his sister-in-law, Kyoko-sama, was not someone who would like to have her features praised like any regular woman. The easiest way to please her would be to compliment Minerva instead.
'How's that you old hag!? This is the power of connection!'
'Kuh! That old Lamprey! To think that you'd be so clever! But you're not the only one with a special card to play!'
At this point, Albedo was glaring at Shalltear, while Shalltear's crimson eyes turned murky from excitement. Albedo's smile changes. Her face was still smiling, she was as beautiful as ever, but her face can no longer be described as smiling.
It was the face of a devil.
"You must be satisfied now, you may leave Shalltear. Kyoko-sama and I are discussing the future of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick right now, please don't disturb our important discussion."
'Guh! So you're willing to go as low to use the secretary play huh!? In that case!'
"... Greetings before going into the main topic is basic courtesy right... Old ladies past their prime are such a pain. Maybe they are anxious because their expiry date is over?"
"... Don't you feel that food with so many preservatives that it has no expiry date is no different than poison? Compared to that, food past their expiry date is safer right?"
"... Don't look down on food poisoning. Some bacteria are infectious."
"... More important will be what can be eaten huh? It might look like a full plate of food samples, but in actual fact... right?"
"...Food samples? I will kill you."
"... Who is past expiry date? Hmmm."
The two beauties bickered before the mother and her child with expressions that were hard to describe. It's an expression that could chill even a love over a billion years old.
Knowing very well that this will escalate into a fight Kyoko said before the devastating fight begun:
"Knock it off you two, do you really want Minerva to see you two in such sorry states?"
The two present their brilliant smile towards Kyoko instantly. Their complicated expressions were gone; they changed back into two cute and pure girls who are in love.
'It really did work, not really sure how to feel about that...'
They are incompatible because they were love rivals, vying for the affection of her firstborn. She has nothing against love between the same sex, however, it was the root of their love that made her unable to accept this wholeheartedly.
For Albedo it was because of the tweaking in her background. Their edits combined with Tabula Smaragdina's own original story resulted in a 'big sister that loved her younger sibling a little bit too much'.
As for Shalltear, words had it that it was Minerva's inhuman features that attracted her. Not criticizing her fetish but love based on looks alone is not one that she approved of.
She never considered herself as a romantic woman (excluding the fact that she married someone like Momonga) but here she was.
"I will ask again. Shalltear, do you have something for me?"
"Yes. By your command, I am planning to meet Cocytus later. I might not be able to return to Nazarick for a period of time, so I came to bid you farewell."
Momonga had told her about Shalltear's task, all that's left is to give her the green light
"I understand. Shalltear, be careful in your mission and return safely."
"Yes!"
Shalltear replied in a stern and solemn tone.
"Oh looks like it's time for lunch already. Sorry for dragging you along Minerva, you must be really bored."
The little specter instead shook her tiny head.
"I have fun. Learned a lot today."
"As expected of my daughter. Guess you'll be smarter than me in no time huh?"
Kyoko smiled and ruffled her hair, causing her daughter to pout.
"Oh, right. Why don't you two join us for lunch? Shalltear's about to go away for a while and Minerva is going outside after that. We should really do something before going our separate ways."
"O-outside?" Shalltear stuttered for the first time. "P-pardon my ignorance Pallas Domina Gown Joou-Sama, but why would you send Minerva Ooal Gown-Sama outside?"
For once, instead of rebuffing her, Albedo completed the query.
"And more importantly why?"
"Eh... it's a bit complicated, but I'm willing to talk about it over lunch. How does that sound?"
Still shook by the revelation the two guardians can do nothing but nod worriedly.
'Guess their love wasn't really fake after all...'
The way they went into shock, and the clear concern over Minerva's safety. Both of them had just earned a romantic point.
"So I take it you're both going?"
Shalltear wordlessly nods, but Albedo has one more question to ask.
"Does that mean Momonga-sama will also be present?"
Now it was Kyoko's turn to wince.
"...Yeah... that's the other thing that I wanted to talk about...Would you mind rounding up the rest of the floor guardians?"
XxX
The Kingdom's city of E-Rantel was situated at the border between the Baharuth Empire and the Slane Theocracy. Since it was protected by 3 layers of city walls, it was known as the Fortress City due to its appearance. The zones between each layer had its own unique characteristics.
The outermost walls were used by the Kingdom's military and had all the necessary military armaments. The innermost wall housed the administrative zone. This zone has its own warehouses for food and was heavily protected by soldiers.
The zone in between these two areas was the residential area for civilians. When you hear the word city, this was the zone that matched it.
Of the several plazas within this zone, the biggest one was called the central plaza. Lots of people set up shop there, laying out all sorts of vegetables, spices and other sorts of merchandise.
In the lively crowd, a shop owner shouted loudly in an attempt to attract customers. Elderly housewives and merchants haggled over the price of fresh ingredients, youths are being enticed by the fragrance of juicy, barbecued meat kebabs.
This plaza was incredibly lively in the day, the noisy and crowded atmosphere would carry on till sunset. But three figures leaving a five-story building put an end to the rowdy atmosphere.
Every eye in the plaza was drawn to the trio as they stood motionless.
One of them was a female between fifteen and twenty years old. The corners of her eyes were sharp and shone with the brilliance of obsidian. Her thick, shiny black hair was tied up in a ponytail and her snow-white skin glittered in the sun like pearls.
Her most prominent part was her elegant air and her exotic beauty that would make anybody look twice. The brown cloak she wore was plain, but on her, it looked like a lavish gown.
One of her partners was of an indeterminable gender since there were simply no visible signs to determine it.
Some people in the plaza mumbled: "Dark warrior."
That's right, that person was wearing an elegant full body armor decorated with purple and golden markings. The face couldn't be seen through the thin slit in the helmet. Under the red cape on his back, two large swords could be seen, complementing the style of dressing.
The other however was certainly a male, but one would only reach such conclusion after a second glance thanks to his androgynous build and his shoulder-length unkempt blond hair. Seemingly slightly older than the female he could be perfectly described as her polar opposite.
Attracting and kind was the vibe that he gave, accompanied by an alluring sway that follow his every little motion. He was dressed in a similar fashion to the woman minus the cloak, with what appears to be an acoustic guitar strapped on his back.
The warrior and the woman looked around while the third simply veers to the distance. It was the armored figure who took the first step.
The crowd started to murmur as they watched the back of the three figures fade into the distance. They were surprised by the rare sight they just saw and felt no fear or wariness towards the armed duo, ignoring the third who wields only a musical instrument.
The reason for that was that the trio exited from the building known as the 'Adventurer's Guild', an association for experts who hunted monsters. Other armed people also left the building as well after the three left. The observant people had also noticed small copper medals hanging on their necks.
Those three only attracted attention because of the lady's beauty, the man's aura, and the other's strikingly cool armor.
They walked silently on the narrow road.
The water pooled in the tracks of carriages reflected the sun. The road itself was made from sand and mud, thus meaning that it was not as good as those paved with stone and was hard to walk on. It was easy to slip and fall, but their balance was excellent and their walking speed was almost the same as if they were walking on a stone-paved road.
"Nii-san, why didn't you let me play?"
"Fu, we shouldn't speak so heedlessly when we're out in the open."
"There's no need to worry, no one is around." Fuitchi gently tapped his earlobe.
He knows that nobody was in close proximity to them thanks to his acute audio sense, which at this point can be compared to a sonar detector.
"I too am curious about that, Momonga-sama. Not that those crawling insects [cockroaches] deserve to behold Fuitchi-sama's music, but isn't it such a shame to deny him the chance to perform?"
"See? Even Naberal is curious. Hurry up and answer the question, Nii-san."
"Aren't you being too careless just now? Using both of your real name like that..."
"Now you're just avoiding the topic. I already told you, it's just the three of us here. Just answer the question and I'll promise to shut up. Are you worried that I'd end up rupturing some eardrums since I'm out of practice?"
Sighing in defeat Momonga spoke:
"It's the exact opposite. Your music is too good to be played in a place like that."
In the game, the bard job grants the ability to support others through musical means. Most of the time it involves the player partaking in a music rhythm game sequence when he or she casts a spell.
There's an extra boost when the player performed a certain score without any aid, hence the class is often picked by those with actual musical expertise and blacklisted by those without them.
Due to the difficulty of its utilization, the class was seldom to be picked, but the boost it provides made it the strongest of the buff and nerf oriented jobs. Most of the spells contain more than one enchantment each, usually sporting psyche related upshot due to the backstory of music being 'food for the soul'.
But after arriving in the new world, it became so much more.
Testing has shown that Fuitchi's own genius made what is supposedly a minor suggestion into a bonafide brainwash.
An upbeat song could cause anyone to forget even their sorrow; A sad melody would make any warrior cries until their tears run dry; And a rousing battle tune would turn whoever hears it into a raging Berserker, stoppable only by death itself.
Fuitchi's music is simply too powerful to be heard by the denizens of this world. And the worst part is he's either too aloof to notice it or is simply unconcerned by the entire thing.
"Hm... It's true that the acoustic of the guild was terrible. I'm surprised that you noticed."
"...That's not what I meant..."
It was only now had he realized what a folly it was to take Fuitchi, of all people, to accompany him in his 'mission'.
Kyoko had ranted to him more than once about how her brother from another mother cares only about the art of sound, enough to disregard even the likes of human lives. Passing her words as an exaggeration was a mistake for what she had given him was a perfect description.
To the man known as Daito Yiruma, the world consisted of only him, his family, and music. Everything else is irrelevant.
He hoped that maybe he acted that way because of the Great Spirit's passive skills, but that's unlikely. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever thought of meeting someone even more obsessed on one thing than his wife.
'They really are siblings after all... Ah, well. There's no use crying over spilled milk'
"Anyhow, we should really keep careful from now on. Both of you still remember our current identity, right?"
Fuitchi nodded. "My name is Fu, Nii-san is Momon, and Naberal is Nabe. By the way, if Nee-san was here she would laugh from the lack of creativity."
"...And you couldn't just leave that unsaid?"
"It's what she would've wanted. Can you really blame me?"
Knowing his wife, he couldn't.
"By the way, how's the head?"
"A bit wobbly at first, but now it fits like a glove... Or calling it a suit might be better?"
Fuitchi didn't have a secondary account like Momonga or Kyoko. Although he originally started with a human character his first account was abandoned and forgotten by him
So how was it that he was capable of posing as a human? The answer was because of an item in Momonga's possession named the [Body of the Deceased].
It was a limited-time item obtainable only during a Halloween event with the specific ability to change a spirit's race into that of a human, the story being 'a spirit returning to life by possessing a corpse'.
His older brother is also in possession of an item that turns 'skeleton-based race' into a human, the [Shed Off Skin]. And there are of course items that work the other way around, allowing human players to turn into species that bore resemblances to classic Halloween monsters.
"Is that so? That's a relief."
Originally Momonga seek the item with the intention of giving it to Kyoko, but it only changed the player's race and nothing else his wife flat out rejected his so-called gift.
Momonga didn't want to go the item to go to waste since he went quite the length to procure it, and ended up keeping the item in his inventory ever since.
Who would've thought that it'd come handy like this?
"Speaking of names, what about you Nii-san? Are you using Momonga or Momon right now?"
"Right now I'm using Momon, it's really convenient since I don't have to worry about sweating. Especially in this armor."
"Hm~, now that you mention, It is kind of humid around here…"
But they both knew better. Fuitchi was only playing along to Momonga's empty ruse.
Momonga and Kyoko have run tests on their Human account, learning that the term 'human' in this case is used very loosely. They never get tired, they don't need that much sleep, and hunger is a rarity seldom to be encountered.
All in all, there's little difference between their Regular heteromorphic characters and humanoid ones in terms of physical needs. Except, of course, the latter's inability to suppress an extreme burst of emotions, something he and his wife obviously wish to avoid and Fuitchi understood.
"Excuse me, Momon-sama-"
"Don't address me as -sama, Nabe. We are normal adventurers and comrades. It would be weird for you to add -sama."
"B-but! How could I be so impudent towards you, the supreme ruler?"
'This again?' Momonga inwardly sighed. He was getting really tired of the NPC's treatment towards him. It was really tedious, troublesome even. But the last thing he wanted would be to force his opinion on Naberal.
"If that's what's bothering you, then we need to come up with an explanation instead."
"Explanation?"
"Yes, since I couldn't convince you to let it slide a backstory would be the only viable alternative."
"Um..."
"Hm~. What about something like a life-debt? That would be a valid explanation, wouldn't it? It should sound reasonable in a world like this, I think."
"Umu, the settings do fit. You're a lifesaver Nii-san."
"No-no, I'm the little brother here. Just a musician who's good at thinking on his feet. If you ask me, between the three of us, you're the most responsible one."
'And that's what scares me the most.'
"Then it's settled. Nabe, if anyone asks, I saved your life when you were younger. Are you fine with that?"
Naberal nodded almost immediately. "From the very start, my life was yours truly, Momonga-sama. This is nothing more than a roundabout way to vocalize that it is so."
Momonga sighed. Looks like this is the best he can get, and he better not push his luck.
"At any rate, you two must be careful in everything you say or do."
"Roger."
"Understood, Momon-sama. But is it really fine for me to accompany you?
Shouldn't it be Kyoko-sama by your side? Or maybe Albedo-sama who sported the strongest defense?"
"She has a point. Also, wouldn't your combat strength increases tenfold with Nee-san."
Believe it or not, he has an actual answer to that.
"It's too early to leave Nazarick unattended, that's why I leave her to manage it while I am away."
"Pardon my impudence, but you can leave the management of Nazarick to Cocytus-sama. All the guardians feel the same... Taking your safety into consideration, wouldn't the best Guardian, Albedo-sama, be the best choice?"
Momonga smiles awkwardly at Narberal's query.
He had kept the project of him going outside as secret as possible. In fact, none of the floor guardians should know of this before Kyoko declared the already ongoing venture.
As for the reason why he picked Fuitchi over his own wife.
"Unfortunately their personality made them the worst choice for this kind of operation."
Fuitchi nodded. "Sounds about right, Nee-san was never the reserved type."
"I didn't bring her along because there was no one I trust more than her also. I can leave Nazarick without worries because she is there. As for Albedo... Let's just say that it'd be for the best if she stays..."
After seeing her rage towards the sunlight scripture for ruining a moment he and Kyoko were sharing, Momonga knows that she must never be let out of sight. God knows what manner of hell-scape she will unleash should someone tick her off.
"Going by that logic it's a mistake to pick me though," Fuitchi mumbled, but was ignored.
"I am aware of the danger, but I need to do this personally.
Just giving commands from within Nazarick will lead to making mistakes in this unknown world. There is a need to go outside and experience this world myself...
Maybe there are better methods to accomplish this, but I feel uneasy with so many unknowns."
"Every knowledge is but an arms-chair theory until you practice it huh?"
Momonga nodded. "Perfectly summarized, Fu."
Narberal answered "I get it now." and made an enlightened expression.
"One more thing, I am not sure if humans will feel threatened... by our killing intent when we want to fight or are in the midst of battle. But it appears that we do emit such an aura. So don't act recklessly without my permission, understand?"
"Roger that~"
"Understood Momon-sama."
"Very good... the tavern that was scouted beforehand should be in the vicinity."
Momonga looked around him.
There were several shops open for business, with a handful of visiting customers. To the side were a few workmen in work aprons carrying goods.
They searched for the tavern in this shop-populated zone by matching the pattern of the drawing in Momonga's hand with the pattern of the signboard. Since none of them could read the language of this country they have to resort to this.
Shortly after, they found the target 'pattern'. Momonga sped up unconsciously, causing the other two to follow.
'Let's just hope we can end the day without any more problem.' The Overlord secretly prayed.
Dusting the dirt off his armored boots, Momonga walked up two steps, opened the double doors with both hands and entered.
XxX
Truth to be told Kaiki Shintaro never touched a bow, let alone an arrow, his entire life. He always knows that an expensive hobby such as archery would first warrant a stable- nay, an exorbitant amount of income, something hard to obtain considering his origin and social standing.
Even so, he remained entranced by archery. His love for the art losing only to his affection for the love of his life and his extended family. So Shintaro devoted his life to make sure that his flesh and blood and the woman he loves got what they richly deserved, putting his fixation on the backseat for his family's sake.
And then he managed to pull off what many could only dream off. Landing a stable job and slowly but surely climbing through the ranks without much problems, it certainly helps that his wife is the most supporting spouse he could ever hope for and that his sons were insightful intellectuals who strives for independence without wanting to sever away from their family tree.
By the time he entered his golden age, all was set with boredom as his sole foe. Archery should be the perfect remedy for said hindrance, but to balance out the good hand he was dealt with early on, life has the fullest intention to balance things out.
A minor neurological disease dubbed golfers' nightmare, he would have laughed at the name hadn't the doctor be frank and forward with the relatively new illness' name.
Long story short, his arms would lose the majority of their strength before their intended time. It wasn't that serious of course, and Shintaro is still capable of performing regular activities such as writing, eating, and driving without assistance.
Exercise involving intense arm usage, such as golf as per its namesake, was out of the question.
The list goes on beyond a single sport, and further deny him the chance to play basketball, baseball, soccer (specifically as a goalkeeper), and last but not least archery.
Yes, the one single thing that he wishes he could do, of which he now possesses the means to obtain the necessary kit and of which he has more than enough time to indulge and bury himself in, will forever be out of his reach. Slipped through his fingers if he were to be poetic.
If this is the due payment for the good fortune that he and his family seems to attract, then Shintaro is more than willing to call it a fair trade.
But he'd be lying to say it didn't sting, a lot.
Regardless, and because he didn't have much of a choice, Shintaro carried on and busy himself with other distractions, indulging in many things on a whim and without much of a care. Time seemed to blur after that, as he recalls nothing besides the daily routine Shintaro shares with his beloved wife.
And then come along YGGDRASIL.
It was their eldest grandchild who introduced them to virtual entertainment, having just purchased the latest in line of the paraphilia needed to play them, while deciding that throwing away its previous incarnation would be an act of profusion.
He went with the middle road instead, that is giving said material to a generation just as obsolete.
It wasn't an act of cruelty or anything, he was just that snarky when it comes to humor, thus knowing so, Shintaro gratefully accepted the gift... and immediately reduced the mentioned offspring's cut of his inheritance, knowing that he'll laugh about it in the future.
Anyway, the grandchild also offers to Shintaro access to one of his accounts. Explaining his shortage in the time department and his reluctance to let the first account he had ever made to gather dust. Said commodity's abundance on Shintaro's side and his piqued curiosity made it easy for the deal to fall through, granted few alterations was eventually made, one of them being the creation of an account for his wife.
Thus, Shintaro Kaiki and Shintaro Tsukiyo stepped into the realm of DMMORPG, utilizing the contrivable reality to realize the one dream out of his reach, even if only virtually. The rest of their story was as it goes. The couple got hooked on the game, never in a million years thinking that they'll be able to outlive it, only by a small margin if details were to be brought up.
That should have been their most strange not to mention the closest brush to impossibility itself.
Until all of THIS happened at least.
With an outstanding synchronization between mind and body, Ranmaru nock a single arrow into his bow. Even though the action itself was simple, the sheer focus and smoothness was more than enough to captivate any eyes.
He pulled the arrow backward, stretching the string and causing it to glint under the moonlight. Again the action was performed to perfection, the boy utilizing every muscle on his arms and back instead of relying on arm strength alone. His feet in addition to sense of balance deserve endless praise also, for despite being positioned on a branch of a tree he didn't budge in the slightest.
The target is in sight, the wind is accounted for, and so…
Letting the fletching to escape his fingers the arrow was sent flying by the force of the bowstring, cutting through the air and becoming one with the wind. Appearing as nothing more than a blur to the untrained eye, it breezed under other branches, above as well as bellow, not hitting anything…
"Guh!?"
But it's intended target.
A man guarding the entrance to what appeared to be a cave, he was dressed in a crude armor and is armed also with rudimentary ordnance, a billy club made out of oak. Scars littered his face cementing the image of a criminal, and while it might be sumptuous to suppose so from his appearance alone, the predatory visage made it obvious that he is anything but.
"(Gurgling noises)!?"
Submerged in pain he immediately moved his arms to the source of pain, the appendages trembling as the agony spreads further and further. Thoughts races across his mind. 'What the hell happened!? I was fine and now I wasn't!?'. Truly, he did not understand.
Guided by the growing ache his arms now hovers around his neck. No blood or the likes seems to come out from the 'source', if so then why he was in pain?
"U..u…"
The realization hits him as his fingers brushed against the unknown source, sending another wave of torment everywhere.
An arrow was lodged in his throat.
The answer was found too late as death tighten his grip around him. With the final thought of fear and denial, the man's soul left this world leaving behind a corpse embodying agony itself.
"W-what..!?"
Shock overcame another man, one who was previously sitting adjacent to the dead bandit. Hastily he stood up to inspect his fellow sentry, unable to register the demise of his partner despite its obviousness.
"O-oi! Glocke! This isn't funny!?"
The man whose demise came so suddenly was Glocke, a villager of a humble turned marauder, with said shift being the combined result of circumstances and a series of poor choices. As a young man, he was gifted with good instincts along with an innate talent for the sword as well as bow.
His family is blessed also with a farm larger than many, allowing his family to led a life with abundance even if it does not reach luxury which is in itself, an impressive feat considering the situations for farmers living in the Kingdom of Re-Estize. The required labor to maintain the said grange in addition to his position as the eldest led to Glocke developing an impressive physique by his coming of age, making him among their village's strongest.
It certainly helps that their village was located strategically, not too close to the kingdoms to fall under the rule of an avaricious monarch, but not too far away that it is neglected and left to be destroyed by monsters or neighboring kingdoms. They still have to fend for themselves, however, and it is usually Glocke who'd lead activities such as goblin hunting or the likes.
To be born into a family that grants him wealth without taking away his independence, and to have a save hometown yat accommodating him with the challenge to grow. The end result was a young man adored and respected by men and women alike. Even the lord in charge of the land once spoke good-naturedly of him.
Eventually, Glocke finally let it got into his head. He brashly decided the farming life to be inadequate, his desire for more gold, better women, and widespread glory, allowing him to turn deaf ears to his father's plea to stay. Glocke entered the Grand tournament, confident and sure that he'd be able to win and made his way to royalty after impressing the king.
Of course, reality differs greatly from expectations.
Glocke didn't even make it past the preliminary, and it wasn't Gazef Stornoff who would later then go on and become the Kingdom's greatest swordsman as well as the King's most trusted confidant that beat him, but a fighter from another village who had trained harder with a slightly better luck.
Everything went downhill from there.
The following he went on and wasted all of his money on drinks and prostitutes, leaving him barely any possession the morning after. Out of choice and with no support, Glocke's fall from grace was cemented by his decision to join a band of low-life mercenaries whose names are nothing more than a ruse.
Since then, Glocke had partaken in all sorts of debauchery fitting of a miscreant. And as he spends more and more time in vice, he grew lazier. His training forgotten, his body ruined by liquor and drugs. Eventually, he became nothing more than a man who does nothing but daydream of the past.
It was not a man down to his luck story, far from it. Had he gone back he could have succeeded his father farm after receiving only an earful, and with a bit of hard work would've been able to live comfortably from the harvest.
Or perhaps, he could have offered his service to the army. With enough guidance, he'll surely be able to develop his talent more and obtain a considerable standing. The prospect of adventuring is also there, and with enough luck, he could easily form a team that will help in reaching the fame he so greatly desires.
Every chance of redemption or self-betterment, Glocke would slap away for the sake of pride and vanity.
Those were the story of long ago. And now, the life of a man who makes nothing but wrong choices has come to an end.
"Hu...HUWAA..!?"
Unlike him, the second sentry, Tiber, never wanted any part in any of this. He was simply a conscript. A drafted soldier of The Kingdom of Re-Estize who after a series of unfortunate events was left with no choice but to live in humanity's dark side just to remain alive.
Perhaps it was fate or simply terrible luck, but his fate was sealed the moment Tiber decided to celebrate his survival after the periodical clash between the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire. With his fellow village conscript, he went ahead and spent what little money they have to enjoy themselves for the night.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to wake up with a bounty on his head the day after.
Apparently while out drinking he had gotten into a bar fight and accidentally killed another customer. The victim turned out to be an important figure and a close aide to one of the nobles, thus his death warrants an equal punishment to the ones responsible for his demise.
By the time Tiber came around, knights had already surrounded the place and rounded up most of the people involved. It was by sheer dumb luck that he managed to sneak out undetected, and nothing short of a miracle that he somehow managed to get out of the kingdom.
Unbeknownst to Tiber and many is that the tragedy itself was entirely fabricated, and is in fact, a cover-up from an influential underlord to get rid of a thorn on his side. Yet, his decision to escape was the most logical. There's no way anyone would ever believe him even if he somehow learned of the truth, and in case his words were to be valued, then the underlord would simply pull an extra string to end Tiber's life before he can do anything.
Hence, his fate was sealed at that point. He can no longer go home, even if there is a chance that the word of his crime didn't reach his birthplace, he simply couldn't bear the fear and possibility of capture leading to execution. Thus he became a bandit of the outskirts, dirtying his hand ever since holding onto his dear life no matter how pathetic and sad it is.
Tiber had killed, pillaged, and commit many atrocities to remain alive until this point. Even if he does not take pleasure like his comrades, his hands, by all means, is far from clean.
Fully knowing that his partner was beyond saving, he hastily he turned his back on the corpse and jerked himself into the cave, his form a tumbling mess uncaring of balance with his hand scraping against the ground akin to an animal.
Lie, cheat, steal, run away and abandon friends and lovers if it means survival. He didn't know when exactly he began to uphold it, but he knows very well that he had been living based on those values for a long time.
This time, however, it finally failed him.
"UGHA…!?"
On the exact spot, it hit his partner, differing only from its entry. The sharp blade cleanly stabs into the back of Tiber's neck, severing the nerves leading to his brain in addition to the muscle connecting each vertebra.
Compared to Glocke who choked on his own blood Tiber's death is relatively painless, but the amount of horror the latter spent his last moment in is gargantuan juxtapose to the former's obliviousness.
Silence returned as if it had never left, the death of two people being nothing more than another mundane occurrence in the night.
"It's over." Ranmaru declared as he jumped off the tree, looking no worse for wear and not at all bothered.
"Hai, Otsukare," Itsuki replied, exhibiting the same amount of concern over the deaths of two men. "Think the rest of them are still asleep?"
"Since we're dealing with bandits from the outskirts the probability is rather high, but it's better not to take any chances."
"What's the plan then?"
"[Icy Breath]. If we're lucky, the cave isn't that big and that'll be enough to wipe out the rest of those lot."
"Sounds like a plan, calling it a night after this then?"
"That's up to you, aren't you the one doing the heavy lifting? Map in hand and all."
As per Momonga's direction, the rest of Ainz Ooal Gown's players are given tasks and commission according to their skill set, both in-game and real-life ones. For Ranmaru and Itsuki, it is the task of procuring a reliable as well as an accurate source of terrain information. In other words, the duty of creating a map of the unknown world from scratch.
Seemingly a heavy burden on their part, but all things considered it's actually the opposite.
"If that's the case then can we continue a bit after this? I want to at least finish this area before tucking in for the night."
"Always the workaholic, you."
Itsuki only sticks her tongue out whilst continuing to scribble down the supposed map.
In real life, she once worked as a professional cartographer. The occupation being an often sought off one due to extreme disasters altering a large portion of the world prior to her birth. Danger is a natural occurrence in the line of work, between natural hazards and the many insurgencies around the globe, seeing her husband sniping two people with arrows isn't the weirdest thing she had ever seen.
Ranmaru, on the other hand, had a more hands-on experience when it comes to termination. Of course, that is only to be expected since he's a former military contractor, the other half of the job consisting of personally protecting the structure he built, oftentimes with extreme prejudice.
Excluding their age and the change in scenery, nothing else is new for the couple, while whether the invariable itself is positive or negative is purposely left unsaid. But they're old people, and for them, who managed to reach the true peak of age especially, the concept of permanence and constant would never rub them the wrong way.
They're completely fine with this. All things considered, they get the lightest chunk of the whole work.
"Even now I still feel bad for those two. Raising three kids is already a thing on its own, but to take care of their guildmates' also?" Ranmaru followed by shaking his head. "I just can't see things turning out well in the long run."
The children in question are none other than the many NPC of Nazarick who have gained sentience plus individuality. While they exhibit intellectual capabilities easily exceeding all of the players in the previous world, their grasp of reality plus their definition of common sense left much to be desired.
The concept of restraint, as well as subtlety, eludes them, and when combined with their unquestioning faith in addition to their insistence to follow every direction to the letter while paradoxically being prone to misconception and assumption, good intentions aside, calling them a handful would be the understatement of the century.
"Which me we'll have to pull our own weight, that's what you're saying? And if we can, try to relieve them of theirs to some extent."
"It's more complicated than that. We're not their real 'parents' after all, so overstepping is something we want to avoid."
Ranmaru snorted, he begs the differ.
"Not when the rest of em are deadbeats it's not."
"That's unfair...You know it's not like that…" Itsuki weakly denied. Even so, anyone is sure to discern the hesitation in their voice.
In the face of the new reality, all players present agree to do whatever they can to ensure their own as well as Nazarick and the NPC's. Said goal was unanimously set, plus agreed, by all of them. Not surprising since the entire company is of the same guild, but that doesn't mean they will be uniform in regarding everything.
That is, how to deal with the absence of the rest of Ainz Ooal Gown, and how to address the matter in front of their 'children'.
It is unknown whether or not one must be logged in to arrive in the new world, and while their group is more than pleased by this turnout others could react much more differently.
Knowing the background of the other members, Itsuki can safely assume they would opt to find a way back to the old world. Problem is, that would run counter against the responsibility they owe to their creation.
Thus they are splintered based on their personal feelings, even if they never let it show or let it hampers their endeavors as well as collaboration.
Although he never voice it out loud, Momonga clings to the semblance of hope that the remainder of the guild are also here. Most likely at loss and are scattered in the new world without knowing that they are not alone.
Kyoko and Ranmaru are much more skeptical and make little attempt to hide their gall except when in the presence of the children, wishing to keep their good graces in the eyes of their offspring which the two believe they don't deserve.
On the other hand, Fuitchi and Torihiki is shows nothing but apathy regarding the case. Maneuvering similarly to the previous faction without holding any ill will in contrast. 'We're only here because of a series of fortunate events, so we don't really have any rights (or the excess energy) to wield any contempt', so they say.
Itsuki's location was exactly between the first and the third. While she doesn't want to point fingers, she's more than realistic enough not to place her hopes on a scenario too far-fetched to even be called a possibility.
"...Well whatever, it's not like we can waste a breath muttering bout useless things."
Kyoko might have pushed on with her stance, but Ranmaru isn't one to get into a petty argument with his wife.
Which raises the question for the other couple. Are they actively making attempts to steer away from the possible clash? If so, how long would they be able to keep it that way? And what'll happen to the rest of them should they get caught in the fallout?
Nah, that isn't any of his business.
"Ya almost done? Or should I just collapse the cave myself?"
"Hold yer horses for a bit will ya! This kind of thing shouldn't be rushed!" Itsuki snapped back, her timidness from earlier vaporizing into thin air.
"Alright-alright. No need to go roarin Sheesh…"
His riposte was met with a 'humph' followed by a comfortable silence. The two resumed to focus their own thing, both chuckling due to their familiarity with this setup.
This is how it's always been with the two of them. And in another world, even in another body, some things remained the same.
Ranmaru loves Itsuki just as Kaiki loves Tsukiyo, and Itsuki loves Ranmaru just as Tsukiyo loves Kaiki.
"And… done! Man was that forest thick! Now I get why those old-timers have a hard time dealin with trees!"
"Must've been easier to cut them down if you say it like that. Let's get this over with then…"
"Right behind ya! Man, I Can't wait to get back and take a nice long bath~."
"Threw in some of Kabuto's food while you're at it. Today's been a long day after all…":
That's all there is to it, and that's how it's always going to be. Plain and simple.
XxX
"That's it! Time Out!"
Despite being spared of a humiliating and ensured defeat, he is well aware that the pardon will be followed by humiliation of the same stature. One delivered by his own mother to boot.
With the acceptance of the inevitable, albeit one that is tinged with fear, Cranium broke his stance as well as his guard, his spear and shield lowered also to fully confirm his submission. Kyoko followed suit, but unlike her son, her action was imbued with something else.
Disappointment maybe? It wouldn't be surprising considering how poorly he had performed. Unlike his elder brother and sister, he was deemed not prepared nor capable enough to go to the outside world after all.
Located in the sixth underground level, the mother and son are currently utilizing Nazarick's Amphitheater for the purpose of combat practice, said activity being one among the many educational exercises prepared to gauge their current capability in addition to honing their skill as well as capability.
With their session finished the two combatants proceed to empty the arena, exiting the vicinity by jumping into the auditorium above. Height was not a problem for people with their physical capability, so it only took them a single leap despite the height.
Normally the Supreme Beings would only occupy the VIP box, but under Kyoko's own commands she opted to settle on the auditorium. After much back and forth with the guardians on how occupying such a space is beneath her, Kyoko relents on having a location to be prepared beforehand.
Thus, a small section of the seating spot above has been completely morphed. Tidied and prepared personally by Yuri-Alpha into a neat break spot that perfectly embodies the phrase out of place.
First off, a rug has been set to cover some of the spots. Not only that, but a pair of sitting pillows have also been. To wrap it all up, an assortment of light snacks ranging from baked goods to bite-sized food was spread over the table, clearly served to act as companions for the tea.
Flanking the site was two homonculus maids, no doubt stationed to serve both of them separately, each standing almost motionless next to an ornate smaller table hosting an equally ornate cup and teapot apiece.
Kyoko arrived first and promptly sat down, a small light ran through her body the moment her bottom touched the pillow. Although nothing seemed to happen she had, in fact, undergone a transformation into her human account, the lack of change caused by her specific taste of wardrobe resulting in a mirror appearance between her avatars.
Her transition complete, the metal surrounding her head began to deform. Morphing like ones in the sci-fi movies into an ornate hairpiece holding her luxurious golden hair into a neat bun, and revealing a most beautiful face for all to see.
Unlike Momonga, Kyoko based her human avatar's physical features based on her real-life one, that of a mixed-race between a Japanese and an American. A rarity among rarities, she had somehow gained the attributes both sides consider to be beautiful and mixed them into a fashion where her visage is both eye-catching beside attractive.
Though they tried to keep their infatuation hidden, their master's glamour easily bypassed their mental fortitude and charmed them into true stillness. Their gaze locked into her face as if in a trance.
"Brrr~, much chillier than I thought," Kyoko shriveled as her sensation returned, the biting cold as the first thing her skin percept thanks to her choice of clothing.
"I'd like that tea a bit early if you please."
In response, one of the maids rigidly broke her static and poured tea into one of the two awaiting cups, her action delayed due to her fixation. The slight holdup missed only by the great spirit herself.
"Much appreciated, Foss. Uwah… it looks hot…" Kyoko thanked the maid by name before beginning to blow into her tea.
Her gratitude naturally puzzles the two maids. They have performed an offense after all, but not only did their mistress compliment them, she also seems to recognize both of them by names. Truly they were blessed by a ruler so benevolent who would pursue something as minuscule as their identity.
Both could only stand silently and pray that their gratefulness will reach their creator, not knowing that the player in question is interpreting their reaction very differently.
'Was I being overly-friendly? Well, whatever. It's always like this with people I've barely interact with, I'll just have to try and spend more time with them…'
And it wouldn't be a justification to excuse herself from work, no sir, absolutely not. Neither does this outing with her youngest child, speaking of which...
Cranium arrives a tad later, his steps slowed down no doubt thanks to the dread for what comes next. With a heavy final sigh, he left his fate to the winds and sat down next to his mother, soon to be the judge of his inadequacy.
"...Seriously?" She asked out loud, obviously sounding annoyed.
Cranium non-existed breath was caught in his own throat. Had he yet made another mistake?
"The girls here worked hard to get all of this set-up, and you're just going to stay like that!?"
"Ah."
"Ah, my ass… Hurry up and change!"
The coarse language she utilized rattled all persons present, the two maids could only swallow the irregularity and do their best to pretend ignorance while Cranium hastily did as told.
In this case, to equip on a special item that grants him the capability to turn himself into a human granted by his uncle. Just like the one In Momonga's possession, this too is an item obtainable only through participating in a limited-time event during Halloween, it's function mimicking the one in his father's possession.
Immediately his form morphed from that of a fully armed warrior into a neatly dressed young man in his early twenties. One would brand him with the word unremarkable in every sense beside his above-average stature, but the overall all rounded-ness and lack of unfavorable aesthetic would be considered as pleasing by those who prefer it.
"That's more like it, geez…"
"I'm sorry…." Was all he could say before sitting down.
Mimicking her counterpart's previous action, the maid next to him poured some tea into his cup. Cranium nodded in acknowledgment, and with that the scion brought the now filled container towards his lips, gulping the content despite its heat.
"...Really? Two in a row?"
This time it was tea that threatens to cut obstruct his newly formed windpipe. Somehow he managed to clear his throat just in time to avoid choking, but Cranium knows that that alternative would be preferable to what will happen next.
"Not even a thank you or the sorts? You just sip it as if you made it yourself?"
"...Sor-"
"Nope! Don't you dare finish that sentence! I'm sick of it!"
"...!?"
"If you have the gall to say you're sorry then at least say it to the one who deserves it!"
Kyoko then points at the maid who served him the refreshment, the girl looking as surprised as the youngest spawn.
On Cranium's side, it wouldn't be a complete fault for a person of his standing to reply with brusque action he had displayed, whereas the maids consider the brief recognition as more than enough, feeling nothing but gratefulness that their creator's own descendant spares even a fraction of their attention towards them.
Kyoko was the only one who thinks it wasn't enough.
"Well, what are you waiting for!? Hurry up and do it!"
"Y-yes." Cranium then sloppily turn towards the so-called side that had been wronged, delivering an apols slipshod at best. "My apologies…"
In the receiving end of such a grand amende honorable, she clearly does not deserve, the maid in question couldn't respond properly, and ended up only nodding her head in an obvious irony.
'This really is as bad as it gets' the scion inwardly lamented.
His mother is right, even if his standing was above that didn't give him any right to make little of the effort made by others. It might sound akin to self-depreciation, but bluntly speaking, his contributions remain smaller compared to that made by even a single maid.
To think that all this time he was letting himself out easy….
"And to who you're apologizing?"
"Eh?"
"Dear lord it's like meeting your father for the first time again… I said…! Who are you apologizing to!?"
Kyoko gestured towards the maid, plainly considering Cranium's apols as insufficient.
Problem is, the scion does not know in what sense was his delivery lacking in, perhaps the quality? Or maybe even the quantity? Whatever it was that he missed, he wasn't able to figure out the missing piece in time.
"..."
"You gotta be joking…" Kyoko rubbed her temples. "Alright… let's try this one, more, time...What's her name?"
Oh, so that was it.
Simple and straightforward. What Cranium missed is yet another aspect further blurring the lines between the ruler and the ruled
Yes, with such a hint he can easily make up for his shortcomings and aims to better himself from now on.
"...You don't know her name do you?"
"...I'm sorry…"
Instead of letting another word to escape her mouth, Kyoko's next action was to inhale a considerable amount of air, before releasing it in an exhale that embodies the very concept of frustration.
Cranium had always found his mother's original face (that of a golden war helmet) to be intimidating, to say the least, which is why he considers her easy access to her alternate account to be a benison. After all, it's easier to face a front that shows unconcealed emotion compared to an eternally still visage where voice is the only indicator.
Only now did he see how ignorant he was.
Dissatisfaction, irritation, vexation. No matter how meandering it was, what adores his mother's countenance could only be the result of him failing to fulfill her hopes and expectations.
"It's Seven! Seven! Now hurry up and go with it!"
"Y..yes." As ordered he stood up and bowed to the now named maid. "I beg of you to overlook my rudeness, Seven."
"Ah...Um...Cranium-sama… No…."
"What's the matter? " Kyoko interjected. "If a sorry is not enough then just say so. My son was being a total jerk so I understand."
"B..but, for someone like me to have Cranium-sama lowering his head…"
"...So it's like that huh…"
Frankly, this whole different level thing is getting on her nerves. Kyoko never really paid it any heed her previous life, accepting it simply as another byproduct of society. Here, however, was different.
In her opinion, every single denizen of Nazarick is her family, personal creation or not. Thus, no matter how trivial their task is, she views and treats everyone equally without any exception.
Sadly, her ideals run counter to how the NPCs view her status, and by extension, their own. It wouldn't have been a problem had they view Kyoko and her associates as their superior, sure, it'll be a chore to crack the ice, but considering her expertise in that area it shouldn't be much of a hassle
At least that would've been the case, they just have to view them as gods of all things!
It was as if they can't do any wrong in their eyes, and whatever mistakes from their part are interpreted as intended actions. Kyoko wishes she was exaggerating, but no matter how ridiculous and out of context any of the players' suggestions are, the NPCs somehow managed to link it back to Nazarick grand plan of world domination.
Speaking of which.
'Even in this world, a night of irresponsible drinking would still lead to trouble huh?'
The main reason behind their guild's massive mobilization, involving both players and NPCs alike, was none other than the endgame of securing total control over the entirety of the new world.
It was hard to believe that it all began with a night of star-gazing combined, of course, with the presence of alcohol. Coming from a world where such activities are impossible they eagerly carried out the event, and in the hopes of closing the gap between them and the floor guardian, invited them also.
Anyway, at one point Demiurge stating how the stars in this world exists to adorn their esteemed creators, followed by a half intoxicated Momonga cornily claiming that he'll offer the box of jewelry to his wife, finishing off with an equally tipped Kyoko replying that she'll graciously accept the tribute.
Their status of 'pseudo-godhood' might sound good on paper, but when combined with their incapability to manage Nazarick personally made it a complete nightmare. In fact, they are convinced that the Great Tomb would have already collapsed on itself had it not for Albedo and other guardians' own independent control of their domains.
Without check and balance of any sort, they face the worst-case scenario of driving themselves into the muck. As for the whole typical evil organization situation, it is weirdly enough amongst the best course of action they can take, as consolidation of power along with influence is a must, even more so after they learned of Slaine's theocracy's existence.
Coexistence with a religious cult preaching human supremacy above all races is neigh impossible, and while Kyoko would love nothing more than to charge in and wipe the establishment off the map, she was smart enough not to risk everything they have against an enemy they knew nothing of, even if the lack of information goes both ways.
So right now, the great tomb of Nazarick is in the stage of getting everything in order.
Momonga and Fuitchi would pose as adventurers, discreetly gathering intelligence concerning their foe. Torihiki is setting off alone, using his knowledge to install himself to the new world's business vein and infiltrate the many kingdoms around also. Ranmaru and Itsuki are in charge of procuring knowledge of their surrounding, as they know full well how unreliable the charting of this era is based on the setting.
Lastly, Kyoko's objective is to keep Nazarick orderly while the rest of the players are away together with the hidden objective of synchronizing their manpower with their brand of logic. Oh, and what progress has she made on that front as this interaction has proven.
"Well enough of that for now, sit down Cranium."
"Yes." The youngest child nodded stiffly, obediently doing as told.
"Hear me, from now on all of you are to expect, at the very least, a 'thank you' after completing a task. No matter how small your service is and no matter who asked for it, even if they are floor guardians, they must show their gratitude for your hard work.
Of course, us players are no exception, so if any of us happen to be an ungrateful piece of work just report it to me immediately. I'll personally kick them off their high horse and trample them underfoot…"
Kyoko cracked her knuckles to further add emphasis and meant every word she had just said. Truthfully she knew that none of her guildmates would ever go as far as dehumanizing the maids even if they are not human anymore, she did the gesture simply to show that she was serious.
"B-but Kyoko-sama-!"
"No buts! This is a direct order, one that I am sure every supreme being would agree on…"
That seemed to silence the maids into submission, although she can easily see that they still have something to say. The notion of a company president personally thanking a janitor is indeed an absurd one despite being utopic, adding to the fact that most of them have the mindset of merit equals recognition, thus it is only natural for them whose main purpose is performing humdrum chores to escape their busy ruler's sight.
"If you're still not convinced then just wait until after tonight's dinner. Again, I'm completely convinced that the rest of us would be on board with this."
Going through the 'completely official' route seems to be that best way if they want to get anything through into those who consider themselves to be Nazarick lower echelons, but she doesn't want to over-rely on that method, as it would create to a stiff system lacking in adaptability. Not something you really want when facing the unknown.
Hence she must busy herself with the development of those unofficial lines from the ground up. Kyoko personally knows the importance of flexibility when it comes to chain of commands, and any entity that moved only by orders from the very top wouldn't last for long, it's just common sense.
"Ah~ I thought I'd be having it easy since I only have to hold down the fort, turns out my errand is the heaviest of all~"
"Isn't it only fitting?" Cranium chipped in, finally breaking his silence.
"Hm? What is?"
"Ah, well… How to put it… I think that father had known of this beforehand, so he entrusted the responsibility to mother whom ability he holds at the highest of regards as well as trusted the most. At least, I see it that way."
"...You're thinking too highly… he couldn't have possibly seen this coming… probably…"
Her husband couldn't possibly
"I-is that so, then I apologize for speaking out of turn."
" certainly beats you saying sorry all the time."
"T-then, I thank you for imparting your wisdom."
"Anytime, I'm your mother after all remember?"
"... Yes…"
"And of course it also works the other way around."
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"You really think I wouldn't notice? You've been down ever since this whole thing started. Don't take this the wrong way but your way of skulking is exactly like your father, and you said it yourself, I knew him better than anyone else… Unfortunately."
And just like with him, Kyoko knew that beating around the bush isn't enough. Against people with extra thick skull (the expression now being a literal one) like him, nothing short of a full declaration can get through, A surprising reversal considering that literally everything else easily gets under his skin.
"...Truth to be told, I've lost a bit of my confidence. Compared to Minerva nee-san or Laufeyson-nii, my participation in our cause just seems so small."
"So it's about that huh, go figures…"
Whereas Cranium is to remain in Nazarick under Kyoko's watch his siblings were much more involved in the matters of their grand plan. For Minerva, her duty is to watch and learn as much as possible from her stay in Carne village. The mission no doubt related to her standing as the one most suited to become their parent's successor.
Laufeyson, on the other hand, was sent to tag along with Torihiki and his two guardians. Most likely, he is expected to try and apply his extended knowledge in the real world under the guidance of their uncle. His father had spoken often on how one could not obtain true mastery without utilizing what they have learned personally after all.
"I-it's not that I would ever argue agaisnt your judgment. I am sure that both of you dispense our responsibility accordingly to our abilities…"
"And you think you're the one at the bottom of the rung ladder since you're stuck here?"
"...That is correct…"
"...Well, that's one way to put it, but aren't you missing something obvious?"
"W-what could that be? If I may ask?"
"That the whole thing is supposed to be a learning experience, for everyone."
Kyoko was sure that the current situation was that where a mother had just found something her child claimed not to be there, and Cranium's expression's fits completely with the scenario.
"Minerva was sent to Crane village because we think she'll be able to learn a lot there, and of course the same goes for Laufeyson and Torihiki."
"..."
"So it goes without a saying, that you're no different you know."
"...Then it was me who was being difficult..."
"I don't really mind, you're a child, after all. Dealing with something like this is unavoidable in parenting."
Cranium's surprise changed after hearing those words, shifting from one filled with shame into that of realization. Before she can continue further the scion suddenly stood up and turn to face her. As for what happened next.
"...Then, what is it that I'm supposed to learn here? Mother?"
Doubts of the likes no longer overshadowed the Undead Warrior.
"For now, we're going to work on what you're good at and further polish it. Learning new tricks is important, but with us being neck-deep in the unknown like this I'd be better for you to perform one thing exceptionally rather than doing a few things 'well'."
Expanding one's horizon is certainly important, and while eagerness will greatly help the process of learning, it doesn't do much in the issue of time. The span of hour needed to obtain complete proficiency is not short, bearing their current position in mind they cannot say for sure that tomorrow will
"And it goes without a saying what that one thing is, am I correct?"
Immediately the human form in front of her vanished, replaced by an Undead Warrior dressed in a violet armor. Grasped in his right-arm was a dual-edged spear, the Claíomh Solais, one of the strongest polearms in the entirety of Nazarick's arsenal. And glued to his left forearm was the shield, Avalon, granting him a passive defense buff as well as damage negation regardless of directions.
The armor he wears has changed as well, although the small shift in hue was barely noticeable. This was one of Momonga's most treasured possession, a full body armor made out of dyed Black Rainbow Metal, a special material that rarely drops and possesses the unique properties that allow the user to cast magic despite not having any mage-based class.
"Hehe~ Eager to fight now aren't you~? Just one pep-talk and you're that confident all of a sudden~?"
Cranium curtly nodded.
"Your words have granted me the cognizance and courage I needed. I might be overstepping, but I will now aim to surpass your expectations."
In return, his mother chuckled.
"That's good and all, but the duty of a parent is to also to smack their child when they get over their heads you know~?"
"If that is what you are about to do, then I shall give it my all and put up the best fight I can muster."
"I'll take your word for it~ So you better not end up eating crow."
Cranium once again nodded before vanishing from sight, appearing seconds later in the arena down bellow.
'That's right, Momonga gave Cranium short-range teleportation skill to make up for his lacking mobility, but not only that, he also stacked a bunch of elemental resistance skill to the point where a flame-based element that is supposed to be deadly to all high-tier undead becomes only effective.'
Further adding the fact that Avalon grants its wielder heavy damage cut and Claíomh Solais skill that increases his strength every time he suffers an attack of all kind.
Her youngest child is really giving this his all, he was not the strongest in defense, nor does he held the title of the most powerful attacker. An incarnation of a jack of all trades master of none, he bet that 'this' is what her husband was imagining when he designed their youngest spawn.
Anticipating a grand battle Kyoko donned her signature armor and gird herself with her favorite set of shield and spear. Her helmet formed itself and her avatar returned to that of a great spirit, She has no intention of pulling any punches, after all, he did promises to exceed her hopes.
"Well then~This might sound over the top, but you better bring it with your dying will!"
With those words of confrontation, the great spirit leaped from the amphitheater, Spear reared backward and shield upfront.
"Technically I'm already dead though!"
Cranium prepared himself for impact and make ready for a counter, bringing his shield up and priming his spear. He braced for the inevitable, and while her mother's victory is as assured as the next hit he'll receive, the scion has no intention of going down without a fight.
Thus the immovable object collided against the unstoppable force.