And back with Chapter 6.

This time it's a more comedy-oriented chapter without a lot actually going on, since the more serious stuff begins in the next Chapter.

I'm also exposing a shameful secret about Eidolon, though I guess the manner of this secret could very well turn away some readers from the fic, but that's that I guess. Not the first time I do something which could be seen as counter positive for a fic of mine.

While we are still at it, what are your own thoughts of the Pleiades?

Not going to lie though they are not very powerful (by Player and Yggdrasil standards), I think a lot of comedy potential lies within them as a group. Especially Yuri who has a hard time taking a joke. I can already imagine my guy picking on her just for fun later in the story.

But yeah, that's about it.

Enjoy the read.

Kay bye.

XXX

'Uwaa...Those guys are full-on fanatics, aren't they...?' The ashen-skinned man thought to himself as he observed the servants before him.

It all started not even fifteen minutes ago in this very room.

Following his explanation of how he was unable to revive the NPCs in a worst-case scenario he launched himself back into the sofa and muttered a single, thoughtless sentence:

"Haa...All this thinking is making me thirsty…"

And then it began.

Demiurge immediately threw his fingers to his temple and contacted the Head-Chef, informing the servant that their Master was thirsty and to prepare refreshments fit for a Supreme Being.

Eidolon raised his hand, trying to stop the Archdevil.

"I can just drink some water." He told him earnestly.

Then the Guardians threw themselves on their knees, begging Eidolon to at least be allowed to act as servants in this matter.

'You guys are a pain in my fricking greyish ass!' The man thought to himself as he fought the desire to use another [Abyssal Cloak] and just walk away from the room.

But he realized he had been sort of rude as well as selfish in everything up to that point so he decided to play along.

And that brought him to the present, where Sebas and the six members of the Pleiades just arrived before him by means of a [Gate], all of the battle-maids each pushing a food trolley cart on which one single drink was placed.

'...Do they want my bladder to explode, I wonder…?'

"Eidolon-sama, we were unsure what sort of refreshment you would like and so the Head-Chef decided to prepare multiple drinks for you to choose from."

'Talk about overkill. Geez, why didn't I just drink some water before it could escalate into this…? Haa…'

"...Ok."

Sebas nodded and straightened his back. "As for the options, we have Oolong Tea, black coffee with additional milk, sugar and honey should you desire to mix it with, Sangria prepared with red wine and chopped up peaches, berries and pears as well as a touch of lemon, a Nazarick-style Bloody Mary, a cup of mango-flavoured Aguas Fresca and a Frappé. Do any of the presented option satisfy you, Eidolon-sama?"

"...Bro some water would have been fine too." The butler's face betrayed his inner shock at the blunt words for a moment before Sebas managed to compose himself again. "Geez, just give me that Nazarick-style Bloody Mary. Could use a drink or a hundred right about now…"

"At once, my Lord."

"Urghh!"

Not minding Eidolon's grunt at being called Lord once again the Head Butler walked up to Yuri and picked up the alcoholic beverage from her trolley, turning around and placing it before Eidolon then taking a step to the side again. "Then please enjoy your refreshment, Eidolon-sama."

"Yeah, I'll do my best! Urgh…" Letting his inner troll surface for just a moment Eidolon exclaimed excitedly as he followed up on Sebas grandiose presentation and overblown variation of what should otherwise have simply been a normal 'Enjoy, bitch.'

The Head Butler and Pleiades alike gulped in unison as they did not understood whatever they have angered their Lord or not, failing to grasp the simple concept of sarcasm.

Or at the very least, to grasp the concept of a Supreme Being ever engaging in something as banal and low-class as sarcasm.

Eidolon brought the glass to his lips but stopped before taking the first sip. "...The hell are you all looking at?"

"We apologize for the rudeness we have shown you, my Lord!" The Head Butler apologized as he bowed his head, as did the Pleiades.

"Geez, chill your beard Muten Roshi. Usually when you want to drink something you wouldn't want seven individuals glaring at you would you? That's all I was saying."

"I was not aware of such a fact my Lord. Then please enjoy your drink while we hold our heads down."

'I mean you could all just piss off...Haa…'

Knowing that saying such a thought out loud would no doubt result in the servants thinking they failed at something and begging for his forgiveness Eidolon simply shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

Then his eyes shot wide open while a gasp escaped his throat, the action drawing the attention of the gathered servants. "Eidolon-sama, is something wrong?!"

He held the now half-empty glass before his face, still unable to process what he had just felt. "...This is fricking good."

'And I don't mean good-good. It's like, fucking-hell good. No wait, is a taste this good even allowed to exist? Not like I ever had a Bloody Mary before but I'm sure a taste like this could not possibly exist back home…'

While he pondered on the exquisite taste of the beverage Sebas and the Pleiades let out a the breath they were holding in, overjoyed to know the refreshments they had presented to their Master had not failed to satisfy him.

As servants created of Nazarick, for Nazarick they possessed common knowledge on their Supreme Beings and thus which of the Forty-One were Undead and required no nourishment as well as which of the Supreme Beings still required food, water and sleeping.

Based on that they could allocate servants to be constantly at the side of those without need for sleep and also servants who would see to the bodily needs of those who required sustenance.

However, because of Eidolon's backstory he wrote for himself overlapping on their own backstories, a fact unknown to them, such basic information on the last Supreme Being were missing from their minds.

It was not until twenty or so minutes ago that the servants as a whole learned that their Master could still become thirsty, a new piece of information no different from a divine revelation for them.

That is why both Demiurge, the Head-Chef and the servants chosen to present the refreshments to him had acted with utmost urgency and held breaths.

Had they not been to his liking the possibility of Eidolon leaving Nazarick and abandoning them could very well become a reality.

The one reality that could strike fear into the hearts of the servants of Nazarick.

A certain head Butler took the task of seeing to their Master's bodily needs more seriously than anyone else.

'We must present all sorts of dishes and beverages to Eidolon-sama and then slowly but surely figure out what exactly suits his taste by observation, only. As servants we cannot possibly allow ourselves to simply ask him about it, that could just as well displease our Master and then…'

Clink.

The sound of the glass being placed on the wooden table shook Sebas out of his thoughts, the Head Butler lifting his eyes from his bowing position only enough to gaze upon the glass.

It was empty.

Sebas let out a mental sigh. This meant it had been to Eidolon's liking. They had not failed to please him.

"Ok, thanks for the drink. Guess waiting instead of drinking water was far better in the end."

"Thank you for the patience you have shown us, Eidolon-sama!"

"Urghh...Sure, don't worry about it. Then, I'm going now." He voiced before putting on his mask again and standing up, ready to leave the room and make his way towards the Throne Room.

'Demiurge did tell us about his plan in a [Message]. Then, the best course of action would be…'

"Eidolon-sama." The butler spoke as he lifted his head and straightened his back. "Please allow us to accompany you."

"Bro let me take a walk alone will you?"

"Please forgive me for my selfish request, my Lord!"

'Ahhh...having a dude who very well could be my Gramps appearance-wise bow to me while apologizing makes me feel like a piece of shit...Hell, I never knew the others wrote the NPCs to be good at emotional blackmailing...Fuck.'

"Ok, ok. Do whatever you want, just stop bowing. Stop it."

"Thank you for agreeing to my request, Eidolon-sama!"

"Urghh…"

XXX

"...Hmm."

"…"

"…"

"...Say, Sebas."

"Yes, Eidolon-sama?"

"I told you that 'you' could do whatever you want, right?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Then, going by my previous statement, that would imply my words only extended to you, am I right?"

"I believe that to be the case, my Lord."

"Then…" Eidolon made a hand sign for the butler walking behind him to come closer, Sebas leaning to lend his ear. "Why the hell are the Pleiades following me, too?"

"In case the need arises for us to serve you, I believe having more servants at the ready would be more ideal. Was I wrong in my belief, my Lord?"

"I mean…"

'Haa...Do I really look like the kind of dude who needs help in every single little thing? Like a Prince GoldenButt or something?'

Eidolon thought to himself as he looked over his shoulder. He was at the front, with Sebas behind him and then the Pleiades following them single-file.

Like a duck with her ducklings.

'This is embarrassing. Not even slightly embarrassing, but very embarrassing. Do those guys not think about how I'm feeling at all? I should just tell them. After all, not saying anything could lead to misinterpretation.'

"Sebas, and you girls back there."

"Yes, my Lord?"

"...It's kind of uncomfortable when you all follow me like this, so could you all go back to your original posts or duties or whatever?" The question had been shot bluntly, directly and with no regard for the other party in mind.

A loud gasp broke the silence next, a gasp from the Head Butler himself. The Pleiades behind him all sharing a shocked expression as well.

Then they all bowed down to one knee.

'...Ehh?'

"My lord, have we displeased you?!"

"N-No, I mean, it's just-"

"Please tell us ignorant servants what we have done wrong so that we may correct ourselves to serve you better!"

"...Bro."

"If that is not possible, then please allow us to make up for our transgressions with our lives!"

"…"

Eidolon fell silent as he gazed upon the seven servants kneeling before him.

Indeed, he fell silent, but internally…

'AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

Internally, he was screaming.

"...Ok."

"M-My Lord?"

"Stand up."

"…?"

His patience running thin, Eidolon abandoned all manners of politeness. "Stand the fuck up. Now. All of you. Stand. Up."

Feeling their Master's intensity vibrating through the air the servants wasted no time and stood back up to their feet, their faces covered in drops of sweats. "Stay where you are."

For the first time in this new world, Eidolon commanded the servants of Nazarick as he walked past them all the way to the back of the line, behind Entoma. "Walk."

"My Lord?"

"Walk. Don't turn around. Simply walk until I tell you to stop."

The order confused Sebas and the Pleiades greatly and they found it hard to follow said command. After all, how could they allow themselves to walk in front of a Supreme Being? Logic dictated that they must walk behind them, as servants should.

However the fact that their Master showed open hostility for the first time combined with their fear of displeasing him any further overrode all such emotions within them and the single-file began to move again, now with Sebas at the front and Eidolon at the back.

They continued their walk through the 9th Floor for a good couple of minutes, time in which the seven servants found it hard to even breath.

Then their Master spoke again.

"Sebas. Yuri. Lupusregina. Narberal. Solution. Shizu. Entoma."

"Y-Yes, my Lord?" Sebas, as the servant with the highest rank among them took it upon himself to answer the Supreme Being all the while still walking.

As someone created in the image of a butler and with the manners and knowledge of proper etiquette, it was not a lie to say that the man felt the desire to pull out his own hair.

To address a Supreme Being while walking in front of him, his back turned to Eidolon…

Sebas was sure of it.

This was meant to be punishment.

The highest form of punishment: to be forced into a position where he and the Pleiades could not act as the servants they were meant to be.

"Is it comfortable?"

A question which made them blank out for a moment followed.

Was it comfortable?

Of course it was not.

Walking in front of a Supreme Being, not able to gaze upon his magnificent back, feeling his intense stare drilling holes into their own backs with every step they took-

"Ah…"

'I see. So this is what our Lord wanted us to realize...What a kind and patient Master he is...'

"I ask again: is it comfortable?"

"...It is not, my Lord." The Butler, now realizing where their mistakes lay, answered with a nod.

"Right? It's uncomfortable, is it not? Then why do you guys think it is any less uncomfortable for me?"

"I understand, my Lord. Forgive us for not realizing this sooner, and thank you for taking the time to teach us this lesson."

"See, you can learn if you put your mind to it. Good job, you all." Eidolon addressed the servants with a thumbs-up. Then he took a step to the side, squatting in front of Entoma and Shizu, the last two and the ones closest to him during their walk. "You two were the closest to me now. I'm sorry, was that scary?" he asked as he pat their heads.

Little did he know just how overwhelming this simple action was for the servants themselves.

"I'm not angry or anything at you, you understand that, right?"

"Mhm." They both nodded, unable to actually form words at that moment.

"Good. I could never be angry at you two, so please remember that."

'You're both cute, after all.'

Standing up once more, Eidolon walked past the servants who were now hugging the wall to their side with their backs to allow him free passage. "Well, there you have it. If you want to walk with me, then walk by my side and not behind me."

"Understood, my Lord!"

"Mhm. I knew that you above all would understand, Sebas. Good job."

With a mental nod to himself for his job well done, Eidolon continued his walk. Finally, it seemed like he managed to get through to at least some of the NPCs. With that in mind he doubted the others would be too hard to teach now that he had already managed once.

Then he heard steps walking behind him and snapped his neck back so hard he had no doubts had he still been human it would have resulted in a broken neck.

Sure enough, there they were, still walking behind him.

The only difference now was that instead of single-file, they formed two rows, one to each side of him. However they were still walking so close to each other they might as well have been walking behind him.

'...Nothing fucking changed?!'

"My Lord, is something the matter?"

"...Ahhhh~"

"E-Eidolon-sama, what is wrong?!"

"...Nothing much. It seems I just got an aneurysm from sheer stupidity."

"How could this be?!" Sebas immediately turned around. "Lupusregina, Eidolon-sama is in need of healing!"

"Two. Make that two aneurysms..."

"On it su~! My lord, do you heal by positive or negative energy?!"

"Neither. Common sense works best on me, actually. A big fat serving of common sense would do nicely right about now."

"E-Ehh?"

"[Abyssal Cloak]."

As he tapped into the Interstice and walked away casually Eidolon could still hear the calls of Sebas and the Pleiades asking for him to return to them, but he cared little for them.

They had their chance and he was reaching the limit of how much he could put up with.

XXX

'Oh wow. Everything really took up the role that was assigned to them…'

Having managed to shake off the Head Butler and the Pleiades Eidolon continued his walk through the 9th Floor up to the 10th Floor.

In all honesty he could just use his Ring to teleport in front of the gate leading into the Throne Room, but he had yet to take his time and explore the changes that had taken place within Nazarick and this was a good as time for that as any.

And so it was that Eidolon noticed that the Homunculus Maids had gained sentience as well and were engaged in hardcore cleaning of the 9th Floor.

'...I guess maid uniforms are pretty nice, aren't they…?'

The thought crossed his mind as he continued on unseen by the maids cleaning the floors and the walls all around him, all the while aided by the creepy-looking Man-servants.

'...If I remember correctly the racial penalty for the Maids was increased food consumption. I know for a fact now that such needs are a real thing now since I got thirsty earlier, so do we even have enough food stored to provide them with three meals a day? Not to mention, Aura and Mare need food as well. It might be paramount that we find a large city and figure out ways to earn this world's currency to keep our storages full. Those Maids alone number forty-one. So with their penalty that would be the equivalent of needing to feed eighty-two people per day-...Ain't that a shitload of food?! Who the hell decided on this Race for them?! Was it that asshole Whitebrim?!'

Though the new revelation made Eidolon think negatively of the Homunculus Maids for a split second, he did not fail to notice what was going on around him either.

They were all doing their best.

He could see it in their eyes, in the focus that was visible on their faces while they engaged in the role assigned to them.

Up until now he was unaware anyone could take cleaning as seriously as what he saw before his eyes.

'...Hmm. I guess that's that. We'll just have to figure something out.'

With a nod to himself he continued on, taking his time to inspect the work done by the Maids.

True to their roles, they were meticulously cleaning everything.

The hallways.

The various flags and drapery hung on the walls.

The rooms of the guild members…

'I see, so they are cleaning our rooms as well…'

He continued on, his pace ever so slightly increasing.

'Our rooms, too, huh…?'

His pace once again increasing.

'...They are cleaning our rooms, too?!'

Until he broke into a full-on dash towards his own room, feeling the sweat accumulating on his face behind his mask.

'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Don't let anyone enter my own room!'

In his urgency Eidolon totally forgot about his Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, but it mattered little. In his new body he was able to run faster than any life-form found in the real world, dashing past the hallways leading to his rooms in nothing short of a blur.

Finally, after a couple of seconds he could see the door leading to his room.

And it was open.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!'

He dash the last couple dozen meters within the blink of an eye and grabbing the door frame with his left hand he jumped inside the room.

Unfortunately, two Homunculus Maids were already within the room, as well.

And they looked all but focused as they cleaned the floor while looking to the side, trying to not stare at the out of place room.

As soon as his feet touched the floor after his jump inside, Eidolon cancelled the Skill keeping him invisible, the Homunculus Maids turning to look at the new arrival.

A moment of silence passed between the three.

"..AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Then Eidolon screamed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

And then the Homunculus Maids screamed.

The two screamed simply in response to their Master's scream.

Eidolon himself, however, screamed because there were now two NPCs who had seen his greatest secret made manifest.

If there was one word that could be used to describe his room, it would have been 'cute'.

Cuteness could be seen anywhere.

Countless plushies were spread around the room, ranging from goofy-looking dogs with big smiles to round-looking cats and even spiders with overly-large rounds eyes and tiny legs.

On a table was a sitting bear with a goofy expression eating honey out of a barrel, and on the bed were multiple cushions with animal faces embroidered into them.

A seal plushy was placed halfway under the bed, with only it's face and sparkly eyes visible.

In one corner of the room he had placed a half meter statue of a cute-looking pig within a cup, only it's head peaking out with a cherry on top of his head.

Twelve bunnies each in a various position were placed around a round table on the opposite side of the room, while on the two seats on opposite side of the table he had placed a fat and angry-looking owl and a tired-looking lemur plushie respectively.

Suffice to say, those were just some of the cute things decorating his room, not even mentioning the bedsheets and shapes of the various furniture to be found inside.

Having exhausted the air supply in his lungs, Eidolon quickly ran up to the two Maids and with incredible speed grabbed them under his arms then dashed out of the room, closing the door behind him with the use of his foot.

Next he gently placed the Maids down, covering his mask with his palm as he walked a couple of steps away, placing his palms and forehead against a wall.

'...I'm sorry for liking cute things...Should I say that to them? I'm a grown-ass man who likes cute things so Japanese society dictates that I apologize for being a failure as a man and a human being, right? Then I should apologize to those girls, right? BUT!'

He slammed his head against the wall with enough force to crack the hard structure.

'Why is it morally and socially wrong to like cute things to begin with?! Why can women like them but not men?! I call bullshit! It's a dog-eat-dog world out there! It's a grim world where we are all corporate slaves wasting away our lives in the service of those who don't give a shit about us! Let me at least have this much for myself! Have you ever seen how cute a cat's pawns are?! I did! Have you ever felt them for yourself?! Well, I haven't! Because cats are a luxury in the real-world! Normal people can't afford pets! Granted, we had one guild member who owned a dog, but she got it from her parents, who in turn got in from their parents! That's what a pet is in our world! It's a family treasure handed down from generation to generation! Fuck, I'm jealous! I'm so jealous! Damn you, Ankoro Mochi Mochi! I want a dog, too! And a cat! Because cute things reign supreme! Real-life ones, of course, but 2D are even cuter! There's nothing wrong with thinking that, right?! Right?!'

Another head slam into the wall followed.

'Of course, I won't lie. This doesn't just extend to animals, either. I also think Shalltear, Aura and Mare are way too cute and precious. But at least I'm not a creep like Peroroncino! I don't get sexually turned on when I look at his creation like he did. But she is small and cute, and she has canines too! And don't get me started on Shizu! Fuck it's so hard to keeping myself from hugging them to death! Why is there so much cuteness in Nazarick?! Aren't we supposed to play as the bad guys?! All you fuckers are in need of a good real-life beating! I like cute things more than any of you yet I didn't let that influence my own NPCs! I hope you swallow a wasp, Bukubukuchagama! And I hope your brother gets castrated twice over!'

"...Louise. Celine." He addressed the two Maids who had gazed upon the forbidden realm that was his room by room, having long memorized the names of all Forty-One Homunculus Maids.

"Yes, Eidolon-sama?!"

"How much...did you see?" It was a rhetorical question, of course. They had already started cleaning by the time he arrived so they must have seen everything.

Their silence told him exactly that much.

"...I see. Could you...keep it a secret, maybe? I feel like…I would probably die if word of this got out…"

"W-We didn't see anything, my Lord!" Stated the first Maid.

"Nothing at all!" Voiced the second.

"...I see. You saw nothing, did you?"

"Yes, Eidolon-sama! We saw nothing!"

He walked up to them, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "You are both...really good girls, aren't you? Thank you…Could you also keep everyone else out of my room? Now that you saw nothing of what was inside, I hope you two can be the only ones who take over it..."

For whatever reason his words seemed to spark a fire in the eyes of the two Maids, both of them giving off a highly motivated aura. "Please leave it to us, my Lord!"

"We will tell Pestonya-sama of your wish!"

"...Thanks…"

With a nod he turned and walked away.

Eidolon felt like he won a battle but lost the war, now that his secret was known to two of the NPCs.

XXX

Though feeling disappointed at the reveal of his secret, Eidolon finally arrived at his destination: the doors leading into the Throne Room.

'Demiurge begged me to come here and tell Albedo to make her way to the 6th Floor, but I wonder what for? He told me she would only listen to me...Hmm…'

Taking a moment to think, Eidolon used one of his Rings, the Ring of Messages, to connect to Cyrus. He was unable of using Spells after all, and though he did possess scrolls the Ring was far more time-efficient.

'I wonder how exactly a [Message] even connects right now...Hey, Cyrus. You hear me?'

'[Loud and clear, my Master.]'

'Good, good. How's Albedo doing?'

'[She has awakened from her slumber a while ago, my Master. Right now she is sitting motionlessly while leaning on the Throne of Kings.]'

'...Hmm. I'm just outside the Throne Room, I'm coming in now. Thanks for keeping watch over her.'

'[Yes, my Master.]'

Taking in a deep breath Eidolon moved closer to the large double-doors and they began to open as they sensed his approach, the man himself thinking how neat the automatic opening system was.

Sure enough the Throne Room looked as imposing as always with an air of eerie silence to it, his steps echoing within the grand tall room as he approached the throne located on the far end from the entrance.

And there she was, the white-clad Succubus leaning on the left side of the Throne of Kings while hugging her knees close to her chest.

'Oh boy, this looks like a pain in the ass situation...Haaa…'

Eidolon approached her and once he was close enough he stopped. Cyrus and Nyssa were a distance away to the left, both of them watching over Albedo but unknown to the Succubus herself.

"...Albedo."

"…" She did not respond immediately, require a couple of moments until she lifted her head and stared at him.

With emphasis on stare.

'Holy shit if stares could kill…' Eidolon thought to himself. As someone who had been a simple human until mere hours ago, the most he knew of terms like 'killing intent' had been from the few anime he had watched, but if anything in real life was to be compared to that term it would be the way Albedo stared at him.

However it only lasted for a split second, the Succubus then parting her lips to speak. "Eidolon...sama."

'Geez no need to force yourself…'

She stood up and bobbed her head at him, more than a nod but less than a bow. "How may I be of help?"

"I think that's what I should be asking?" He asked in turn, the Succubus's brows twisting into a small frown. "Say, are you alright?"

"...Why...Why did he leave?" She whispered as her frown grew larger, eyes staring holes into the floor below. Though she did not mention who Eidolon had no doubts she meant Momonga, the one who messed with her backstory and wrote something in there which now greatly worried Eidolon himself. "And why…?" Her eyes rose to look at Eidolon, the question going unsaid.

'Geez, woman. What do you what me to say? That he was forcefully ejected out of the game while I somehow got left behind and the game became reality? In all honesty that weirdo would probably enjoy being in my place far more than I do, if the years he spent taking care of Nazarick after most of us left is anything to go by. But I already checked the Round Table Room and the Guild Weapon he held until the last second of the game was back in it's place there. So we can safely assume that he didn't get yeeted somewhere else in this game-turned-reality world. Haaa…'

"Hell if I know." That was the only answer he could give her, one that neither went on the basis that he was gone for good nor that he was still around somewhere. Albedo's otherwise beautiful face twisted into a display of anger and disappointment for a moment but otherwise she said nothing in return. "Demiurge said he needs you on the 6th Floor. Can you make your way there or should I tell him you are unavailable?"

"...At once….my Lord." Albedo bowed her head ever so slightly and then walked out of the Throne Room.

"...Nyssa. Cyrus." Eidolon addressed his NPCs. "...Keep a constant eye on her. I have a bad feeling about this."

"Of course, Master."

"As you command, my Master."

They both nodded before leaving the Throne Room as well. Though Nyssa could not use [Gate] while under the influence of Eidolon's share Stealth, Cyrus's connection with Nazarick allowed him to access paths otherwise unknown to anyone else and move freely through the Floors.

At least that is what Eidolon wrote for him, so he guessed that backstory became reality as well.

'Now then, Demiurge said to wait for roughly ten minutes after Albedo goes to the 6th Floor before I am needed there as well, so I guess I'll just relax here for the time being…'

XXX

Well, that's about it, just some Nazarick-style goofiness.

I guess the ending is not much of a cliffhanger since most of you can probably guess what is going to come next in the starting scene of the next Chapter.

Oh servants of Nazarick, you poor things…

And also, leave me your thoughts regarding my sense of humour. It's been a while since I actively engaged in writing comedy as lately I've been focused on more grim and realistic settings, so a few pointers would help a bro out.

With that said, hope you enjoyed and see you in the next Chapter.

Kay bye.