A/N: Special thanks to Inquisitor of the Sorcerer King for writing this side story for my story, I'm not a very fast writer if you guys don't know... You guys can come and meet us at The Grand Library of Ashurbanipal discord server or /hJrfday. Just so you know, this chapter is canon to my story... Hope you guys enjoy it!

Side story 1: Reinhard - Lord Vanguard of Nazarick, The Red Right Hand, Lord of War Eternal, written by Inquisitor of the Sorcerer King

With Inkrael staying around the village a bit more and others were returning to Nazarick, a myriad of different thoughts swirled within everyone's mind.
For Ainz, being transported to a New World somewhat filled him with a certain ambient excitement. A new world means new opportunities, new hope even, especially so when this world was still innocent, untainted by pollution unlike his old world. But most of all, he had the Tomb of Nazarick and friends by his side, despite many of them being the alternative guild members from other universes… or so ROB said.

What happened in Carne village was rather ideal to get some sort of overview of how the world around him really was. Along with some preview on the area around him with the help of the village elder, he thought of the denizens of this world. In many ways, he saw that the general denizens of this world seemed rather weak, weaker than even the mobs he usually had to deal with back in the game, even the so-called elite formation of the greatest nation in the area was substandard than what he deemed to be "elite".

But with Tier magic being a thing in this world, he deemed it was an absolute must that they needed to be careful in this world, something all of them agreed, though it also felt like they were also hiding something else, perhaps they will tell him when the time comes.

And that was not to mention about that being called ROB.

Thinking about that being, Ainz immediately thought about Reinhard - the one who volunteered himself to deal with ROB. If anything, like many other "additions" to the Tomb, he was a being shrouded in enigma. In many ways, more so than the others with just how otherworldly or eldritch he was compared to any other, with the possible exception being Chaos himself. Which also begged the question, if that was true, how did they get these powers and just how much more powerful some of the other Ainz Ooal Gown were, and even just how more broken other YGGDRASILs were?
Or is there something else going on here?

He remembered his golden gaze when ROB mentioned turning knights into demons. In that instance before immediately calming down, it was one of divine wrath and hatred. Did he have some sort of history with demons? Yet, for reasons, he had been ok with Albedo and Demiurge, a bit doting to the Overseer even. Could it somehow be related to the flash of worry and pain when there were mentions of a floating purple crack? Is it something he knew so well of? Even now there was a tempest within his eyes, swirling seemingly never ending.

Almost out of nowhere, Albedo spoke up, eagerly:
"Lord Reinhard, have you considered my proposal?"

They halted in their place, Reinhard slightly glanced back.
"About joining me in my so-called "endeavor"?"

Albedo nodded solidly, no hesitation in her action for she deemed it as a must, a duty.
To that, he turned around, eyeing her with the gaze that meant to comfort souls. With gentle movements, he patted her soft raven hair and caressed her cheek, seemingly as if it was between a father and his daughter.

"You are strong Albedo, very much so, there is no denying that. Physically, mentally and spiritually. But that," he said, his voice was a mix of sterness and soothingness "I can not allow you to do so, for this is something probably I and Chaos yet can handle. Even then, it is a fickle thing, nothing is certain."

"But…" Her voice was that of concern.

"You will stay with the Tomb and your love Albedo." His voice became sterner and full of emphasis, his hands on her shoulders. "You are, first and foremost, the Guardian Overseer, the Matriarch of Nazarick and NOT a frontline warrior. As Its Overseer, your duty is to manage the inner workings of Nazarick. As Its Matriarch, you shall also be its effective diplomat, representative in the name of the Tomb and Its lords. Finally, as a Floor Guardian and Momonga's own Royal Guard, who shall be by his side at all time, the shield between him and any threat headed toward him."

Then, his tone changed to something softer, looking kindly into her soul.
"And besides, I or any other Supreme Beings do NOT want any of you or each ourselves to be hurt or reality forbid it, dead or endured something worse. I personally hated wastefulness. Even with the responsibility of your position, I forbid any single one of you, Supreme Beings or denizens, to throw your life away senselessly.

Although I highly doubt its so-called omnipotence, that thing is still something so far above most of our ability. The path is treacherous, potentially to the point almost none of us can comprehend. Dealing with such a being required a sufficient degree of power, not number. Yet regardless, as Lord Vanguard of Nazarick and Its Spearhead, it is my duty to deal with threats from a far so that the shield does not have to take damage. I fully believe that Momonga is always in need of a trustworthy companion, beside other Supreme Beings, something I believe you fill the position just right. Did I make myself clear Albedo?"

Albedo remained silent, her eyes misted over but shined with a sort of acknowledgement, only after a moment, she finally spoke in whispers.
"Ye… Yes, f… m'Lord."

With a gentle smile and a nod, under the poetic starry sky of the New World as if it was such to greet them, they continued their journey back home once more.

Once they were back at Nazarick, with Albedo excusing herself and leaving for her own business, Reinhard suddenly got a [Message].

"Reinhard, we need to talk… In private."

"Certainly… Where though?"

From Ainz's skeletal palm, a beautiful ring appeared, silver wrought with an amethyst embedded in the center. And on the amethyst, the emblem of the Guild embedded in black. Handling it toward him, Ainz continued.

"To the Lobby within the Mausoleum. I presumed you already know where that is."

Respectfully receiving it then delicately putting it on as if it was a priceless treasure given to him, he smiled in understanding before both of them engulfed in light and disappeared away from where they used to stand. Their journey to the Lobby was an uneventful one. The air was dry and still, no word or sound was made, nothing but the seemingly restless footsteps of the two and a thick ambient tension in the very atmosphere itself. Passing through riches that mortals could only dream of and items and armaments of immense arcane power, they finally reached the end of the Mausoleum and arrived at the Lobby.

Contrary to the scene of splendor behind, what greeted them was an almost empty room, with nothing but two couches and a table, and a living presence as well. Standing there was a ghastly pale humanoid being with a head resembling that of a distorted squid and tentacles sprouted from the mouth dangled down to the thighs, staring at them neutrally with a pair of blue-white pupil-less eyes.

'So, this is how Tabula actually realistically looks like, huh?' Reinhard silently pondered.

"Pandora's Actor," Momonga said. "You can stop now."

Taking the order, the Brain Eater form shifted into one that of a Doppelganger dressed in a golden suit of military uniform. In a swift and disciplined motion, he saluted the two Supreme Beings in front of him.

"My Creator, Lord MomOOOOnga! Salute to you as well, Lord Reeeeiiinhard!" The Doppelganger greeted them with enthusiasm, and a theatrical, albeit very solid, pronunciation of the Germanic name of the blonde man.

A feeling of unease creeping throughout Momonga as he heard his creation's exaggerated ceremonial tone.

"Y…You looked fine today Pandora." Momonga spoke, with some slight hindrance and stuttering in his tone.

At the same time, he slightly turned back to look at Reinhard, desperately hoping that he would not cringe from such stuff, only to find him smiling and seemingly perking with interest.

'Uwah! Don't tell me you actually like it!'

"Thank you for your concern, mein Schöpfer." Pandora's Actor replied reverently, to Momonga's discomfort before immediately calming down, and relaxed his posture. "And may I ask, what business can I help you with this time?"

"I want to use this place to have a very private conversation with Reinhard, so I have to ask you to move away from this room temporarily until we are done." Ordered Momonga, his regal voice was that of command.

In response, as if it was something instinctual, the Doppelganger saluted once more.
"Wenn es meines Gottes Wille!"

Each word from the Area Guardian's response was like a sharp jab into his very core. This time as memories of his chuuni days started to resurface and were being shown for the world to see in clarity, making him internally screaming with cringe.

On his side, the smile on Reinhard's face widened and became ever more mischievous. Yet, there was also a certain warmness in it, as if it was that of an uncle for his cute beloved nephew.

"Actually I have a different idea, Momonga. I say we let him stay, he can join in what we discuss." Reinhard intervened, his voice had a dash of jovialness. Pandora seemed to be in conflict.

'YOU GONNA BE KIDDING ME!? IS THIS INTENTIONAL JUST TO TROLL ME OFF? THIS IS PROBABLY WORSE THAN WHAT LUCI*FER COULD EVER PULL OFF AGAINST ME!'

Despite such and with the help of his ability, he remained calm and asked.
"Why exactly? I thought this was supposed to be private."

"In a sense, it still is," Reinhard casually said, but there was also assurance in his word. "for I also intended to include him from the start. However, since you decided to have the discussion here, everything just aligned itself for me. I apologized for not telling you this sooner"

"...Really now?" Skepticism was evident in his voice, despite the near monotone nature of it.

"Indeed. Pandora - as the Guardian of the Treasury had a rather important role in my "endeavor" as Albedo put it." Reinhard said. Then in one swift motion, he dragged Momonga by the shoulder, his face next to where Momonga's "ear" should be.

"Also, I know well that you are embarrassed about your past. But…" Reinhard whispered, his words held crypticism in them. "You should be closer to him. You created him that way after all, he is your creation, by all technicality, your child, spiritually or by blood. Along with Albedo, be it mental, emotional or physical, he is and shall be one of your greatest support, your anchor, your oasis of relative stability in the most chaotic of days."

"I… see, he can join in then. And I will also consider your advice." Ainz replied, hindrance and a pang of guilt could be felt in his words, before he adamant his tone, addressing Pandora's Actor.

"Pandora's Actor, on second thought, you will join us in our talk."

"Ja, meine Herren."

Although he started to seriously consider Reinhard's words, his creation's mannerism still somewhat uneased him to a certain degree.
'Maybe, I can still tell him to lighten his tendency down a notch.'

Settling down on the couches, with Pandora's Actor and Ainz on one side and Reinhard on the other, their discussion began with a short, tense silence before the blonde man decided to break the ice.

"So, what is on your mind? Relax, you can practically ask basically anything."

"Your name is not truly Reinhard the Inquisitor, is it?"

"Very acute of you," Reinhard replied, there was slight sarcasm in his voice. "That was… a nickname per se, the full name of this form is Reinhard Heydrich."

The name struck Momonga. Although he did not have some truly proper education, he still can read and somewhat learn about things that interested him. Back in the days, some of those things were the Arcology War and WW2, and to a part of his shame, which was also the inspiration for the creation of Pandora's Actor.

"Wait… Reinhard Heydrich? Isn't that the name of…"

"Yes, that Reinhard Heydrich." Reinhard smiled, "Thou, this one is based on an alternative version of him, one that did not succumb to the mortal wound from an anti tank mine during a specific ambush attempt, one that was so much more powerful in every possible way and it does not seem like he followed that ideology anymore."

"Evidently so," Momonga said, his voice becoming a bit more curious, "From what I heard from that being - ROB, each of you is a part of alternative Nazarick, or being one of my friends. Just… how broken are the other YGGDRASILs, or at least yours, compared to mine? Am I like Overlord of Oblivion or something like that?"

There was a short pregnant silence. Reinhard blinked both of his eyes, his head slightly tilted, his face was seemingly pondering, like he was only thinking or remembering something. Yet, behind that tranquil mask, there lay a flash of nervousness and trauma masterfully hidden deep beneath, unknown to anyone but himself. Then he spoke up.

"You… can say something like that. Things are rather broken compared to your version. The game developers there loved spectacles and over-the-top things. But Nazarick is Nazarick, regardless of what version. Remember, levels only took up less than half the reason for how powerful a Player is." Reinhard said, then his voice became more inquisitive. "Though I doubt trivia about me is what you truly wanted to ask in this talk of ours."
Momonga solemnly nodded, his "eyes" flared up.

"Yes, what I wanted here is…" He said, concerned. "Are you adamantly sure about this? About "being the Spearhead" in dealing with ROB and stuff like that from afar if anything? You can always just stay around and we can help you."

"While that does sound charming, but if that was the case" Reinhard replied, voice a bit saddened. "The collateral damage for the Tomb can be… rather devastating. You have seen it yourselves with the stupid callousness between Chaos and I back then. Now imagine something much grander."

"But we all are very much capable in our own way, we can help."

"Yes, you all are. But like I told Albedo earlier, this is a war of sheer quality for most part, only those who are somewhat capable can really do anything significant, number means little. Although we are capable in a sense, we are somewhat lacking, especially compared to the madness beyond."

His voice became sterner, his squinted golden eyes held storms in them.

"As we stay in one place, the enemy already builds up in millions and more elsewhere and inevitably surrounded and outmaneuvered us. Not to mention, there are things that are… worse than the worst of nightmares out there. May or may not directly belong to the causality of ROB's own doing, all of them can be incredibly powerful and incredibly eldritch, and in a sense, I speculate that this ROB may even welcome these uninvited guests to even happen. To spice up the game if you will."

Realization came upon Momonga. "Is this why you reacted so drastically when the floating purple crack and demons were mentioned?"

"So, you do notice," Reinhard perked up, "very acute indeed. Yes, indeed, purple or blue or any color, the nature of such space-time fracture and what can come out of it, as well as the term demons, can be… varied to say the least. Alas, after some clarification from Chaos through Undead, I am more assured since none of that putrid energy and things came out of it."

"What exactly did you think it could have been?" Momonga asked, genuinely concerned.

"Do you truly wish to know?" Reinhard reaffirmed, his face darken.
Although there was hesitation, Momonga nodded for it may be crucial for Nazarick's very existence.

"You see, there is this sort of daemon, not demons, daemons, far more destructive and damning than any other, in my opinion of course."
Reinhard's look was distant as if his soul was in another place itself, his pupil flashed with disgust.

"These… Abominations, for the lack of better term, are beings of energy that exist and work on a whole different level of existence, one that is anathema to how the material world works. Although their weapons are rather devastating, the true devastation comes from their despoiling presence and things wrenched with their essence, with which it at least temporarily infuses the world around them with the law and energy that made them. Divine forbid, just think about holes of space-time that open up to that cursed dimension."

His gaze became tenser, as if it was looking straight into his soul, into the Satoru Suzuki part of his soul.
"They are things not, practically can not, and must not be negotiated with, for they have no other purpose than to bring damnation in the name of their dark master and drown existence in the eternal twisted echoing laughter of the thirsting gods. Kill them and their mortal followers if you ever find them, on sight, no hesitation."

A storm of worry swirling within Momonga as he thought about dealing with such foes. If it had not been for his [Emotion suppressor], he would have been far more panicked. "Does anyone else know about this… threat?"

"Well," Reinhard said. "Boss, Sasaki, Undead, Loa and Zoomarion know what I talked about extremely well. You can ask them more if need to, but I doubt they will be comfortable talking about it. Especially when it now has a chance of being very real."

There was a pause. "There must be a way to deal with them or some weakness we can exploit right?"
Hesitance was there in Momonga's words.

"There is some good news, yes." There was a slight smile on Reinhard's face. "Due to the very fact that they are made from energy anathema to reality and there is none around, they could not manifest in this dimension conventionally. There must be some sort of ritual, or something akin to it for them to even appear. Even then their power depends on how much of that energy is around them. And most of our power, our build and weapons are actually rather effective against them. As for why, this can be a topic for a more in-depth talk at a later date, or you could ask others that know."

"Ah, I see." There was some sense of assurance in his tone.

"But even then," Reinhard continued, worried, eyes looking elsewhere. "Most of the Tomb are highly unprepared to deal with such sort of things. Sure, in at least some circumstances, you and Nazarick alone, without any other Supreme Beings, can hold the ground and win even against some of their upper echelon power wise. However, due to the current limitation in aspects related to dealing against such a threat, how things will realistically go is not as sufficient or effective as it should be theoretically. Not to mention, they, as the whole, are just one among the popular serious threats. There are countless sorts more out there, unknown and potentially many times worse than all of them combined."

Pregnant silence dawned upon the three. The room felt colder all of the sudden.
"And I thought I could not hate this situation even more! I wished we had never arrived in this world! Why can't it be something more simple!?"

Momonga shouted angrily, one that was born from love and care, quicker than his [Emotion suppressor] could kick in. Reinhard tried to reach out to him, as if it was trying to comfort him only to know that it had done its course for him. Still, he still gave the Guild master some comfort in words and via his abilities. With which, he had become far more calmer in every sense.

"To be fair, you and Nazarick would have been teleported to the New World regardless, but under a different reason per se, but yeah, it would be less problematic than this… Or not, existence is a weird and fickle stuff." Once more Reinhard became cryptic.

"Really?"

"Yes, Tier magic existing here is evident enough. I will give you a hint on the genesis of it all: the answer lies with the gods/godlike entities in recorded history, especially the top of the food chain of this world, and what remained of that species."

"I see..." said Momonga, almost like a question.

"Besides, even without ANY ROB's intervention, trans- or inter-dimensional bullshitery and things beyond one's control can very much happen naturally. With this situation however, you also have us, who will aid you with everything we can." Reinhard said, trying to be assuring.

"Very well, back to the main point," Momonga said, seemingly exhaustedly. "What is your suggestion on what should be done in this situation then?"

"I still stand by my previous words, Momonga," Reinhard replied, he faced toward Guild master "Let me be your Vanguard, who shall strike and subdue serious threats from afar, so none of you have to deal with them, or at worst, only have to deal with a more manageable one. By doing so, I can also provide the Tomb with multiple different resources, stuff that you could not find in this world or YGGDRASIL, that will help you a whole lot."

Then he slightly switched to a more mischievous voice.

"And I am pretty sure it will partially satiate your collecting interest as well."
A flash of interest could be seen within the flaming wisps where his eyes should be, before his sense of responsibility immediately reigned over him again. As his creator drowned in thought, Pandora's Actor immediately perked up.

"Herr Reinhard, I presumed this is where I come into play, ja?"
Reinhard kindly smiled at Pandora's Actor, seemingly proud.

"Du hast sehr viel Recht, liebstes Kind." Reinhard said, proudly. "Your duty is extremely important, for it is you who will be maintaining, guarding what I bring here and bringing out suitable items when the situation comes. Of course, I will also have instructions for such."

"Ja, mein Herr." Pandora's Actor replied in enthusiasm.

Reinhard then looked to Momonga, seeing his troubled expression and irritation deep beneath the veil.
'Maybe I should not irritate him too much by encouraging Pandora's Actor to speak German huh?'

"Sorry about that by the way, I was just trying to have fun with such a sharply dressed denizen of Nazarick over there." The reality bender said, apologetically. "So, what do you think?"

"I just…" Momonga replied, after a moment of silence. "I just fear that you will hate me for it eventually."

To that, there was a calm solemnness on Reinhard's face as he finally steadily stood up, slowly approaching Momonga. Standing in front of the Guild master, Reinhard knelt one leg down, almost like a servant to a lord, while gently but tightly gripping Momonga's skeletal hands with his own, and held them close to his face. His golden gaze then looked into the core of Momonga's soul, shining that was the definition of absolute loyalty and eternal sense of duty.

With a firm, adamantine voice, yet alluring and assuring more than probably than anyone can ever be, he spoke:
"Oh my friend, you don't need to worry about that, for I know the risk of it all. I know what must be done to lessen the risk for the sake of you and Nazarick. And in many ways, I can't hate you Momonga, especially for something I chose myself, something I deemed that must be done."

Then he smiled a bit more slily, seemingly confident, while his tone was slightly more pressing.
"Besides, since ROB has some interest in me, I might as well entertain it from afar, distract it to a certain degree even, so it doesn't have to use you to entertain itself. And no doubt, it will try to "balance out the game" in one way or another. By doing this, I am also basically, actively balancing things out myself, rather than letting it choose what for me. I can still keep my power, and still can help all of you as much as possible, long term and especially in decisive moments. Being a Deus Ex Machina if you will."

Gone with the slyness, his voice then held a pang of sadness and bitterness despite his effort of trying to hide it. Yet, in spite of that all, the indomitable resolve within not once lost its edge.

"In the end, it is almost inevitable for me to leave and only come back at the opportune time for it is the most optimal choice. For it is likely the best way to make use of this situation we are in.
So again, please Momonga, you don't have to worry about such trivial stuff and let me help you.
Let me be the hand that shall strike down and hinder overwhelmingly grievous threats from afar. Let me be the dealer of your final judgment.
Let me be your Lord Vanguard and your Red Right Hand."

What Momonga was feeling right now could not be described as hesitation. It was something far more, a feeling he just knew but could not truly comprehend, one that can not really be described in any language by anyone. In front of him was a being whose power was practically unimaginable, could break reality apart like a cannon shot through mere glass.

Yet, here he was, by all technicality, but not officially, swearing his loyalty to him. In many ways, he could not know how to really react, there is simply too little information about him. All beside the truest of commitment and resolve within his gaze, his every word and gesture, with no intention of harm or hostility could ever be felt from him.

There was almost no way or reason to argue with him, no other way than to accept.

"Very well, Reinhard. I can now confidently accept your offer. However, this is only official when I announce this in front of everyone."

"I understand," Reinhard said as he stood up and decided to give Ainz some space.

"By the way, if you go like that, is there a fast way for us to contact you? Especially when we need you for minor stuff like your situation, information, and to discuss your personal opinion on stuff when needed?" Momonga curiously asked.

"Yes, yes there is." said Reinhard, happily. "I can leave behind a copy of a part of my conscience that basically accompanies all of you, to make sure of things and do things like you said. Consider it like an omnipresent apparition of yours truly if you must. By the way, give me all the Guild rings for a while, I need to reforge them a bit."

"Reforge them?" Momonga asked, somewhat skeptically. "In what way exactly?"

"To make them give the user some serious protections and enhance your capabilities against memetic threats as well as any corruptive influences/presence entities aforementioned, that any of you may or may not have to deal with. Though I hope you don't ever have to. Along with it, there would be some other minor buffs too."

"Why can't you just enchant them? I am pretty sure you could do that. Less work too."

"True, but it may not be as solid as reforging them from the ground up if I have to be honest, just to make sure."

"Very well, but must be after the next meeting."

"I understand," Reinhard said, thoughtfully. "And it has been a day for you, take a rest. Although you are an undead, I know that deep within, you are exhausted to a certain extent."

"Yeah, maybe you are right." Momonga said, seemingly gladly. "I will be leaving now. You gonna stay here for a while more?"

"Yes, I am," Reinhard replied. "I have some more words for your boy, on the mission that I intended for him. Hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. Feel free."

As Momonga stood up and turned around and prepared to leave, he continued.
"By the way Reinhard… thank you."

"No problem my friend, no problem at all."

Looking at the Guild master leaving the place, Reinhard stood still, deep in thought, time seemingly unconsciously halting itself just for him.
'As expected of Momonga, of Lord Ainz, caring for those who hold dear to him till the very last, such things inspire loyalty to no end.
To think that I can ever have a chance to meet Him, to think that I can ever meet Them, to think I can be Here, to be someone extremely valuable to Him even, to meet the good lads and lasses on the server, to see them in those forms, to be in this Form… It was simply unimaginable, only existing in the most absurd of stories and fanfictions.

I dearly wish that things could have been more ideal, where we are far more free, where things just happen, the involvement of at least a grander entity beyond you and us was not a thing. I wish I could have more time with everyone. I dearly wish I had not had to lie to you like this, about who we truly are. But alas telling you the truth now would break you down, and I don't want that to happen to you. I am just a greedy idealist huh?'

As he innerly laughed in silent bitterness, he looked down at his hands, then closed his hands and eyes before focusing upon feeling what was within him.

His existence was a loophole in how YGGDRASIL's power works when brought into reality. Level is only the indication for how much time one has spent in grinding themselves. True power, along with items, mostly comes in the form of what class they hold. And when brought to the grand reality, with almost no "in-game balancing" truly coming into play, the classes and the effects that can exist are… absurd to say the least. He, along with Chaos, are great examples of it. In every sense, although "just" level 100, he is so far more than so so many things.

True to the lore, what he found was a completely unimaginable, incomprehensible power should one only have a mortal mind try to perceive it.
A universe, or something even beyond, confined within a "frame" of someone used to be a mortal man.
A god in all sense and manner.

More specifically, a Hadou god, whose will was hegemony itself, the center of it all, one that determined the very multiverse around it.
However, he is not the Golden Beast, not completely.

The original Reinhard was the Lord of War Eternal (as he liked to call it), for the Golden Beast's will was the most literal, most absurd definition of the quote "Love is war".

The original Reinhard loves the world and all its inhabitants. But, for him, at its core, love is indistinguishable from destruction, which makes him see the act of destroying the universe and everything that exists as the greatest act of love in his life. Thus, he shall engulf the very reality in eternal war, where there is no rest for anyone or anything. Everything and everyone shall fight for all eternally, when they die they will immediately be brought back to fight again.

An eternal almost nihilistic war, destruction and damnation.
He scowled with absolute hatred and disgust at that very thought and idea.
No, I will NOT let that happen. I WON'T allow it, such torturous and nihilistic fate shall NOT fall upon them, upon us.
No, his will, his… craving is different. Intense, pure and almost without any contradiction.

As he now held the mantle, power and the form of he who was originally the Lord of War Eternal, he shall become Lord of War Eternal. However, such a twisted form of love shall not fall upon them… But any true possible threats out there, they shall be neutralized and absorbed with no respite, no mercy, regardless whether the target is, good or bad, light or darkness, righteous or villainous. And they all shall serve Nazarick through him.

And as His Right Red Hand, he shall bring down judgment when none of his friends and Nazarick can. They need experience, they need self reliance, but it does not mean they shall be broken in anyway in due course. He simply won't allow it.

In a sense, despite all this power, ROB is far above him, he knew this well, he was far from blind.

But I must try.
I must fight on.
I must struggle even if it is till the bitter end.
All of us, all of Nazarick under Momonga, and those who follow them, shall endure and ascend.
Their future shall be secured.
And I will see it done.

At that moment, on a whole different level of metaphysical plane of existence, his will flared, like an eternal radiant sun in a sea of darkness. It started to coat them in the gold that was his desire, like a painter started to paint the background for their magnificent canvas, one that meant to last for all eternity.

From "above", ROB smiled with great interest, maybe not unlike how the dark gods Reinhard mentioned to Momonga do to their "toys"... or maybe not.
Then with time seemingly flowing normally again, he turned back to Pandora's Actor with a pleasant smile as if nothing just happened. Sitting down on the couch, facing toward the Area Guardian again, he began once more.

"Also lasst uns unser Geschäft starten."

"Ja, mein Herr." Pandora's Actor said in agreement.

"This part of your mission is crucial, as important if not more important than helping me with my endeavor. This highly concerns your creator…" Reinhard said, in a serious commanding voice as Pandora's Actor listened tentatively, like a nephew listening to his favorite uncle.
And the two talked long into the night, with secrets and plans coursing through each word and dialogue.

~line break~

As Momonga lay down restlessly on his bed, despite trying to rest, and wanted to rest as an act of respect for Reinhard's request and his own craving, he found it was difficult to do so, his mind held a chaotic storm of thoughts.

He thought about Reinhard, about the sheer scope of his dedication, of what he intended to do.
He thought about Reinhard's words, on them and Nazarick.
He then thought about the Tomb and his friends.

If the threats like Reinhard mentioned out there are very much real, something Momonga is very much convinced of, then he was right. They are not really that prepared for such a scenario. As he did so, there was an ambient sense of warmth, of worry and of horror all mixing together, and turned into nothing less than an burdensome amalgamation within his soul.

Warmth, because rarely had he seen someone just that dedicated.
Worry, for he feared for what Reinhard had to endure, they had to endure.
Horror, for the sheer scope of what they may have to face, of what he was going to do.
But in the end, there was determination, one fitting for the title he held.

Despite all his faults, Momonga, in all manner, is a responsible man, constantly trying to do everything to help those he holds dear, those he calls friends, those he considers as his family. To think that, someone will go that far, and he and others will just stay still is… unthinkable, impractical and risky at best.

And so, with a focus and dedicated mind trying its best to clear previous worry and restructure his previous thoughts, he pondered and meditated on ways to help Reinhard, and in conjunction and ultimately, to help them themselves.

Eventually, he came to a conclusion of what he will do next.
'If you have decided to be the spearhead, we would be the perfect shield, one that is ever tougher as time goes by, so that the spear could strike truer and with more focus and confidence.

If you have decided to go that far for us, then I and the entirety of Nazarick will make sure that there is a home for you to fight for and to return to. And the one you would return to would belong in a far higher level of greatness than that of right now.
And eventually, we shall join you in your fight. There is much to be done.'

~line break~

Walking to her position in the Throne Room, the Guardian Overseer thought about Reinhard, his gestures and words to her. As she did so, there was a certain warmth within her heart. Of course, it could never be the same she felt for her beloved Momonga whenever she was near him, or simply just thinking about him. It is irreplaceable. She will only be his, no other.

It was something different in its entirety but just as comparable. While hers for Lord Momonga was that of pure passion and love, this was tender, caressing yet burningly wholesome and wonderful, one that is so hard to describe, it is almost foreign to her.
Then, she remembered the word that she almost said to him… One that almost as if it was an unconscious instinctual thing.
From that moment of realization, deep within her, there was a desire to be closer to him, to attach to him, but not as a lover. It was almost as if it was a responsibility.

Gently putting a hand on where her heart is, her eyes looked to the distance, her words spoken out like some unconscious whispers.
'Is this… Is this what paternal love feels like?... I hope his endeavor will not take him somewhere too far away. I truly sincerely hope so.'