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This story uses the same setting as my other story "Momon, Big Black Changeling". Essentially, Ainz Ooal Gown is the same type of creature as in that story, although this and that story happen in different worlds.
The two of them watched Nfrea walk back towards Carne. Ainz could feel Nabe's tension, like a wound-up string, through his grip on her shoulder. She glanced at him.
"Lord Ainz..."
He shook his head. "No. Not now. Not yet. He might still be of use to us."
It wasn't like he had no misgivings about Nfrea knowing about his real identity as Ainz Ooal Gown, savior of Carne Village. Though the youth had made a vow not to tell anyone, he knew how vows meant little-unless you put that into writing. And even that wasn't binding when there was no court to uphold it. Come to think of it, were there any such things possible here and now, using magic? He wished he had access to Yggdrasil's glossary of magic spells-a binding contract would have been good.
Failing that... His eyes drifted to Nabe, who'd relaxed enough under his hand. He could always ask some of Nazarick if they knew about that type of magic. He frowned. Though that would inevitably lead to them learning their lord was not as "great" as he'd once been, which became another headache. So many problems...
"Come, Nabe," he said, clapping her shoulder and gesturing towards the forest. His voice was loud, in case any of the Swords of Darkness would pass by. "Let us erect the vigilance spells, as they requested."
"Yes, my-Momon."
Peter, leader of the group tagging along with them, had been somehow charmed by the tragic story of Carne Village. He'd asked his teammates to help fortify the village from further attack and had even gone so far as to ask Ainz if he or Nabe knew something that would help. And all this while promising he would request no reward from the village.
Fool. Carne was already under his-Ainz's-protection. Minions lurked there, unseen by all, while his gift of a goblin horn to Enri had brought with it more suitable protection in the form of actual goblin bodyguards. To offer their meager methods, while insisting on no compensation? The part of him that was still Suzuki Satoru scoffed. In any case, it was good for his image to humbly rise to the challenge, offering Nabe's expertise in magic. It also gave him an excuse to go into the forest, to meet up with Aura Bella Fiora, one of the Floor Guardians of Nazarick.
"Where would be a good spot?" he asked loudly, looking around pointedly.
Nabe looked around, eyes narrowed. Then she pulled on his hand insistently, and pointed further deeper into the forest with a strange look on her face. Cocking his head in confusion, he peered closer at Nabe, who it turned out was actually blushing, her eyes trying desperately not to look at him.
He put it all together in a second. He snorted, shaking his head. He wrapped his massive, transformed arm around her slender shoulders. She squeaked when he gave her a rough squeeze. "Very well, very well. Though, I wonder what Albedo would think."
"M-maybe... Ah, n-never mind, Lord Ainz," said Nabe in a small voice, her form trembling. "I-I-I would not want to presume on Lady Albedo's..."
"Oh?" He couldn't resist teasing the normally irate and taciturn maid. "But it looks like you want it, though." He groped downward, fondling her back, then gave a buttcheek a slight tap.
Nabe shuddered, falling into his body like she couldn't walk. "M-my lord..." she said, through teary eyes.
"Hmph. Come, I'm in the mood anyway." Giving her shoulders another squeeze, while also being horny as fuck, he dragged Nabe deeper into the forest, as she requested, away from prying eyes.
It felt thrilling, doing this in the forest, different from when he'd done an exhibition right in the middle of the guild hall. In here, no person could see them, but it was like they were in the midst of nature itself, which had "eyes" in itself. Though he felt no gazes on them as he led Nabe under the shadow of a great tree, it still felt like they were under the watch of something deeper, more primal. Ainz loved it.
Ainz practically devoured Nabe's lips, sealing off her pleased cries as he pecked and swallowed her tinier tongue. Well, this was kind of cheating, as he was using an ogre's mouth which was larger. Its size was such that to an outsider he looked like he was devouring the maid's face.
He impatiently unbuckled Nabe's belt, pulling down her pants-of course leaving her leather boots on. Nabe held her robe up by the hem, and steadied herself as she spread her legs; showing off her exposed privates with a shy, coy expression as Ainz kneeled down, his face on level with her steaming cunt. Whether doppelganger function or not, the maid was leaking her juices. He caught one drop streaming down her thigh with his finger and then held it up to Nabe's face. The maid began sucking on that finger eagerly, her warm tongue lapping it up like it was ice cream on a hot day.
Ainz then, with a slight trepidation, tried out his tongue-a lizardman's, long, thin and serpentine, with the added bonus of being quite flexible once he got used to it. It lashed out like a slimy, sinuous whip, slathering Nabe's thighs liberally with his spit as he licked up her flowing desire. He then curled the tongue upward, spearing through the middle of her vulva, causing Nabe to gasp on his finger, biting down hard. Her reaction had him grinning around his tongue as he rubbed it up and down her entrance, until it was directly stimulating her erect clit. And when his rhythm had the tip of his tongue flicking her nub every second, it wasn't long before he felt Nabe's legs tremble, her knees buckling as she practically collapsed on top of him. "Lord Ainz... Lord Ainz..." she whined, like a wheezing teapot, her booted feet kicking desperately against the tree trunk as he pushed the maid relentlessly towards her climax.
As she sailed through her peak, her body lax against his, Ainz smacked his lips, tasting the fluids that had completely covered his tongue as he'd serviced the maid. Nabe's crotch and thigh region glistened, marked by his spit, marked by him. With apologies to Genjiro-san, but he could honestly say he enjoyed his slutty creation-and would continue to enjoy it with no reservations while he was in this world.
"Right then." Ainz stood up, prodding Nabe to turn around and plant her hands on the trunk. His erection was only going to get bigger at this rate, and he needed to be done before Aura came. He lifted up Nabe's robe, kneaded her twin bubble butts and then moistened the tip of his member on her soaked entrance.
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Aura made a lax salute. "Will do, Lord Ainz!" she chirped. Her head then swiveled around, her expression frowning, her nose making sniffing sounds. "Hmm~~ Something's strange. Something smells... fruity?."
"Aura?" Ainz asked. The dark elf scratched her head, then shrugged.
"Oh, it's nothing, Lord Ainz. My natural ability just made me smell something in here. It's kind of funky-smelling, too. I can't put a finger to it..."
Ainz made a choking sound, though he hid it behind a cough. Beside him, Nabe stared off into space, absent-minded, as if her mind were elsewhere. He cleared his throat. Bukubukuchagama was definitely on point with NPC creation. He was just glad that Aura was still relatively child-like not to pick up the real meaning behind the smell.
"If it is indeed nothing, Aura," Ainz said, crossing his arms and trying to act like a gruff commander. "Then perhaps you should go do your duties."
"Oh! Right, right!" the bubbly elf said, bowing repeatedly. "I shall certainly drag that cutie in here, Lord Ainz." She turned and leaped, disappearing into the forest.
Ainz sighed. That had been almost close. He was relieved Aura hadn't seen anything more than himself and Nabe cleaning up after their latest tryst. On that point, Ainz was assured of that, otherwise Aura would be asking a whole lot of questions right about now. He frowned. At least, he hoped she wasn't secretly imbued with some sort of perverted setting like her creator's brother, Peroroncino. The implication that the young dark elf was some sort of voyeur was... He shuddered to even contemplate that.
"Let's return, Nabe," Ainz said. The maid nodded, her skin no longer the heated flush from their little quickie. This lack of control over her own body was a big failing in doppelgangers, of which Nabe was one. Well, at least it made her cute and sexy: a cool beauty reduced to sex-crazed putty in his hands. Oh yes, that did feel nice.
"Sir Momon!" Someone called. "Is that you?"
"Yes, yes," he called back, striding through the overgrowth. He saw the Swords of Darkness, all four of them, stumbling through the forest, cursing as they stepped on thorns or as they cut off vines. Ainz made for an imposing figure, making the group almost gasp when he approached them like a great behemoth.
"We have completed the array of defenses." Well that was a lie, he'd been busy fucking Nabe. "Can you sense it?" They looked around, confusedly. "If you can't, then that is good." He put a finger to his helm, as if shushing them. "It is a secret art known only to Nabe, you see. Its power lies in its sophisticated construction, one which our people would be loathe to reveal. I hope you understand."
"Of course, sir Momon!" Peter said.
"Still, if it is something quite remarkable and undetectable as that..." Dyne rumbled.
"That must mean Nabe's a really powerful magic caster, is she not?" Ninya said with a gasp.
Ainz chuckled. "That she is." His massive gauntlet rubbed her head. Nabe smiled widely, purring softly like a cat.
"Well, that means the village should be fairly protected," Peter said. "And once we've finished sir Nfrea's request, we should be ready to trek back."
Ainz cocked his head. "Will you not be spending time at Carne?"
Peter shook his head. He looked around at his fellows, who smiled wryly. "That would only be imposing on them, though we have nothing to give. And although we are able to pay for food, and lodging..." He stopped, blinking. "Huh, will you be staying, then, sir Momon?"
"Nn... Ah, no. I need to meet back with my other team-mate."
"Oh right... the lovely Amelia," said Lukeluther, with stars in his eyes. For a brief, frightening moment, Ainz felt his fists clench, and thought he'd smash the impudent wretch with them. Then he calmed down, and the feeling quickly passed. He smiled behind his armor. He was getting good at regulating his doppelganger moods.
So instead of shouting, he grumbled. "By the way, where is our client?"
"Oh he's back there, picking out the last of his herbs." Lukeluther shrugged. "It seemed like easy jobs, in hindsight."
"Did you forget the goblins?"
"Oh them. Well, Sir Momon took care of them easily. So, still an easy couple of jobs." The rest of his team, and Nabe, rolled their eyes at that.
Ainz was about to say something in response, when the stillness in the forest was shattered with a loud, thunderous crack. The trees shook, rocks shivered, and the Swords of Darkness went down to their knees, looking around wildly.
"Crap! We're so deep into the forest we might've intruded into its territory!"
"Do you mean the Wise King of the Forest?" Ainz asked calmly, feigning wonder. "Such a strong presence!"
"Hah! As expected of sir Ainz, nothing really fazes you, huh?"
"A few things," Ainz admitted.
"We should run. Dyne, Ninya, secure sir Nfrea! Luke, we're the rear-guards! Let's walk back swiftly to the edge of the forest! With luck it won't trample on Carne Village!"
"I think you're too late, little insect," Nabe said with a grin. She pointed her finger, as the treeline parted, bursting outward as bark and branches exploded, showering the area in so much debris and dust. Ainz and Nabe stood in the midst of the impromptu carnage.
Ainz was secretly excited. This was yet another time to practice his new body's skills. And while he thought he'd mastered the various methods he could exploit his dire doppelganger abilities, his martial abilities as various transformed monsters were something he felt needed to be trained.
Because it was hidden by his black armor, the Swords of Darkness were not aware that Ainz was substantially different below the armor. It was a different "configuration" of body parts than that which he used against the goblins. His skin had become a troll's, boasting high regenerative powers. His bones and muscles mimicked a windkin, which in the game world translated to high attack and speed, at the cost of defense. His body certainly felt lighter to move in, even under the thick armor. The only downside was that his arms became too weak to wield two greatswords on each hand; leading him to only use the Dragonslayer for this bout. Lastly, he had the heart of a phoenix, a costly transformation that disabled further customization of his body, in exchange for a powerful "self-resurrection" ability. Ainz would take no chances with dying, at least until further research. Should the Wise King be more powerful than it seemed, he'd have an exit ticket.
So all in all, it was an experimental transformation, built to be fast and powerful, but also enduring. Ainz wondered how it would fare against a creature reputed to be the "Wise King".
Then followed a series of bangs as a dark shape appeared amidst the dust. Ainz focused his eyes, raising his sword in what he thought would be a menacing pose. "That's-"
"It's the Wise King!" someone behind him shouted. A hill grew-no, it was like a boulder rolling forward, moving at a speed belying its size. It broke through the fallen trees and the rocks in its way, scattering them like they were nothing.
"Hoh. So you're the Wise King. Show me your true face, beast. Unveil your... what?"
It was a hamster.
Unmistakably a hamster.
Beady-eyed, whisker-faced, fluffy, fat-yet unmistakably a hundred times larger than his memories, which clashed with the "common sense" inside Suzuki's mind. Or wait, is that a gerbil? I have no idea. Wait, does this mean-
His introspection was cut short when the creature hissed and lunged, becoming a blur that was almost hard to track. It was fast, far too fast for an ordinary human to even see its movement. And Ainz was pleased to see that it wasn't the case for himself. He tensed his muscles, then swung forward with Dragonslayer. Just a light swing, hardly any force, like a kid tapping something with a borrowed stick.
The blade missed-the creature moved just in time to bounce out of the way. And still he could see how slow its movements seemed to him. Ainz smirked behind his helm, confident in this encounter. Perhaps he didn't need-
CRASH! Ainz blinked, and felt an odd sensation on his left shoulder. It hurt, but in the same way a slap would feel, with the stinging sensation lingering. He looked and saw that the thing had struck him: successfully shattering that part of the armor and exposing the pale skin underneath.
"Oh crap! Are you alright, sir Momon? Hang in there!"
So it's strong? Ainz thought, ignoring the shouts from behind. The armor was not that high-end, but it was fit for level 100 players. It had sufficient data-in Yggdrasil-to stop weaker attacks. That it was damaged was nothing short of a miracle, and pointed to the creature's power. Or maybe-
"A critical hit?" he mused loudly, refitting the cracked remnants of the armor back onto his shoulder. In the game, it was equivalent to receiving 10 damage, when one had 300 health. It was damage, but it was weak. And it would not be able to do the same thing again.
"HOW DARE YOU?" Nabe's face was a twisted caricature of herself. Fire formed from her hands, thick and bright, making Ainz reach a hand to clamp down on her wrist.
"This is a forest, Nabe," Ainz whispered. "Have more sense."
"But it... But it..." Nabe seethed, her face alternating between calmness and full-blown rage, almost fluid-like. It was like she was finding it hard to keep a firm hold on her doppelganger's disguise. It would be bad if the humans discovered her true nature.
"Nabe. Stop. I command you."
"L-Lord Ainz..." she said, through gritted teeth, though she did put her hands down.
"It is not even a scratch," he assured the maid.
"Sir Momon, allow us to assist you!" came the shouts from behind. Ainz saw that the Swords of Darkness stood at formation, their weapons readied, their expressions grim.
"You should stop," he said. He jerked a thumb to his shoulder. "See this? Armor made to withstand a dragon's claw, and the Wise King was able to do this?"
"I-Is it really that strong, sir?" said Ninya. Even from afar he could tell the adventurers were scared.
"Of course," said Ainz. "But it's nothing I can't handle." He rolled his shoulder, then stepped deliberately before the giant hamster, blocking the way to them. "Do not approach, unless you'd like to forfeit your lives." He glanced sideways at Nabe, whose expression was still quite furious, though she did not move.
He wondered if Aura was watching. He thought it would be good to capture this beast for future study. But all such thoughts disappeared in the face of his pride, which had been nicked like his armor. He was filled with the same sort of rage he got when someone cut into his line at the supermarket register, all without even apologizing. But now his rage could take root, could explode, and he had a suitable target before him.
Looking at it more closely, he recalled that its tail must have been what it used to strike him. He had tracked the thing's movements, and it had retreated when it saw his attack. The tail moved independently of the main body, acting as a weapon of sorts.
The giant Hamtaro lunged, perhaps sensing his willingness to fight. Its movements were unreal, but he praised the configuration of his current body that he was able to keep up with his own senses. Intercepting its strikes was as simple as moving left and right, and using the larger reach of his sword to keep the beast away.
After a few moments in this vein, the creature fell back, falling on its four limbs to glare at him. Ainz twirled his weapon like a baton. What did the Swords back there think, to see him moving this slab of metal so easily? Or for that matter, what did this beast think? Would it retreat? Then it'd become Aura's problem.
The hamster jetted forward, like a bullet. It moved with a speed it had not reached before. In but a fraction of a second, Ainz saw himself calculating a bunch of moves to use. But of course, he could not retreat or step aside-that would endanger Nfrea, and that would be bad for business. In the next second, he'd stepped forward, twisting sideways on the last millisecond, tilting the edge of the blade slightly upward, then slashed down with great force...
SPLAT! A great torrent of blood burst out from the monster's headless corpse, which slumped to the ground like an abandoned sock puppet. The creature's severed head rolled onto the ground several times before landing near Nabe's feet. Its beady eyes blinked once, then twice, before its life faded with its last breath.
Ainz swung his blade, flinging flecks of the creature's blood from it, before sheathing it. He shrugged at the Swords of Darkness, plus Nfrea, who were watching him in the silence that followed with dumbfounded expressions.
"There, see? It wasn't so hard."
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To Ainz's consternation, it turned out that there was no current bounty on the Wise King of the Forest. There had not been one in recent memory, and it was only because there had been no reports of the Wise King's aggression towards humans. Carne Village had not sent word to E-Rantel that it had terrorized them, so adventurers had no reason to hunt it down.
Even Nfrea added to his disappointment, telling Ainz that his grandmother could not possibly utilize the Wise King's corpse. For one, it was a completely unknown beast, so Nfrea did not know which body parts would be usable. And two, they were too far from the city to extract the beast's organs and store them for research.
So in the end, the whole thing seemed like a wash. Ainz reassured himself that he had at least gotten "experience" in the form of combat maneuvers during the battle, but that was the whole of it. He could not do anything with the thing's corpse.
"If I may, Lord Ainz," Nabe whispered, after pulling him aside. "Perhaps we should put the disposal in Aura's hands?"
Ainz hesitated, then shrugged. He could see no other alternative, other than leaving the corpse to rot. Maybe Aura could make a nice coat of it, or a rug. And the head would be a good head-thing-on-wall, which he recalled seeing on the internet one time. He didn't know why foreigners did that, but it seemed appropriate in this setting. It would make for a good trophy in Nazarick, to celebrate his victory.
"Leave the cleanup to us," Ainz told the Swords of Darkness. "You may prepare to depart; we shall be with you in less than an hour."
"Are you sure?" Peter said, looking doubtfully at the large hunk of dead hamster meat. At Ainz's nod, Peter shrugged and the group went back to Carne Village with Nfrea.
"Lord Ainz, you were so cool! That thing was like bish, bish, rawrr! And you were like slash, slash, kill!" Aura's cheerful words were accompanied by rambunctious actions. Ainz watched over her warmly, his disappointment clearing up by Aura's demeanor.
"Can you take care of this?"
"Roger!" Aura said with a crisp salute. A bloodthirsty expression crossed her face. "Oh, you'll definitely be surprised by what I can make of it, Lord Ainz. I shall make you proud!"
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They made it back to E-Rantel the next day. They had ended up staying at Carne for a night due to Nfrea's insistence, who promised to cover the expenses for the stay. Ainz didn't think too much of it, only giving them his customary shrug. It gave him time to communicate with Nazarick about his own affairs. Later he found that Lukelut had made a spectacle of recounting his fight with the Wise King, and now the villagers looked to Momon with the same respect with which they treated Ainz.
Once at E-Rantel, the groups decided to split. Ainz had requested to not accompany Nfrea back to his shop with the ingredients, citing his "affairs". And indeed, Ainz was not lying in this case. His recent Message from Albedo implied that she had had important news to share with him personally.
Therefore Ainz and Nabe went straight for the guild house, to register their complete quests and to meet with Albedo. Upon reaching the street, he was confused to see a crowd gathering right outside the doors. They seemed to be looking into the guild house, making a noise like chickens gossiping.
"What's going on?"
Nabe craned her neck and tried to stand on her tip-toes, but she could not see over the heads of the taller men. "I am sorry that I cannot see, Lord Ainz. Shall I cast a spell?"
"No need to cast a spell every time," Ainz said roughly. "Preserve your skills for when it is needed. Any other time, use an alternative." Such as pushing through the crowd, making hasty excuses, while also explaining loudly that they were adventurers on some business. He was helped in this by his large, hulking armor, which was like the hull of an icebreaker plowing through the arctic sheets.
"Oh, it's Lady Albedo?"
"Hm?" They'd reached the entrance, knocking aside a lot of irate men. Nabe's declaration almost made Ainz chastise her for using her name in public, and he was about to do that, when he saw Albedo himself. And then his brain stopped working for a second.
Albedo was clad in her normal "Amelia" guise, which he'd made for her: a silver-haired beauty with stern, imposing features. He would have recognized her immediately were it not for what she was wearing currently, in lieu of the armor she'd worn before they'd parted. She wore diaphanous armor of grayish white, with scaled trousers and thick, thigh-length boots of the same color, though darker in shade. Her upper arms were bared. Over her upper plate, she wore a blouse with a bluish-tinge, which was secured to her armor by a belt around her waist. She'd crossed her arms, standing at the center of the floor, aware of but wholly ignoring the looks of a hundred eyeballs glued in her direction. She was literally the most beautiful woman inside the hall, and even the women were staring at this ethereal-looking beauty standing stoically in their midst.
Ainz's brain returned to its normal functions after that brief moment. He shook his head, and wondered why Albedo was using that particular armor. He recalled it from when much of Ainz Ooal Gown were arguing over and comparing women's clothing to test on the maids, and that particular armor had been one which Tabula-san had offered. Compared to the other dresses present it had been rather drab and normal. They'd turned it down back then, and the armor had been forgotten-until now, where it turned out that it had been given to Albedo. And this time it actually looked good in this world. Better, even, as it accentuated all of Albedo's assets, from her shapely legs to her large bust, and her wide, child-bearing hips, which Ainz could almost imagine taking hold of the sides and, and...
He bit the inside of his cheek. Damn but he was getting a lot hornier now that he'd broken the taboo. He glanced briefly at Nabe, who stared at Albedo with deferential admiration, before chuckling to himself.
As he thought that, several men began to approach Albedo from the sides. One could clearly see the intentions on their faces, and Ainz could reasonably expect a harsh rebuttal from the prideful Overseer. Still, it wouldn't do to let his woman be treated like such meat by other lowly insects, even if she could squash this whole city if he commanded it.
...Oh man, Nabe's getting to me, he thought, as he made his presence known with a loud stamp on the floor, while announcing in a deep, reverberating voice, "Ah, Amelia. Good to see you again."
Albedo's head whipped around so fast it seemed her head would fly off. Her gaze, as well as a hundred others, bore into him. Albedo's smile bloomed, her face flushing as she ran forward towards Ainz.
"Master!" she shouted, for all the world to hear. "I've dearly, sorely missed you, Master!"
Their armor clanged together like two bells. Ainz was glad his footing was stronger, relatively, than Albedo's. The sheer force of her tackle had almost bowled him over-calling to mind the battle with the hamster-and how would that have looked? Now, Albedo was plastering herself hard against him and rubbing her face against his chest like a spoiled kitten.
"...Hey, who the hell..."
"...Did she just call him master?"
"...Damnit, she's taken already?"
Such and such whispers surrounded them like the incessant buzzing of a hundred flies. And Ainz ignored it all, pushing Albedo back slightly to tell her. "Did you turn yours in already?"
"Yes! As you said, Master!" He winced-being a "master" was not at all part of the scenario he'd devised for the three of them. Why was Albedo deviating from the script?
"I'm not your Master, Amelia," he rumbled, hoping she'd take the hint. "And we shall talk later, after I and Nabe have turned in our completed quests."
"Then sally forth, my love," Albedo said throatily, her face glowing, and taking up position beside him and hooking her arms around his elbow. "I shall forever be at your side." The whole walk up to the receptionist's table felt like a wedding ceremony, only flanked by a dozen or more hostile witnesses, including the receptionist herself, who only stopped staring coldly at him after Albedo looked straight at her.
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It was at least pleasing to see that Albedo had earned their small group a promotion to gold plate. They managed to get better arrangements at another hotel-with decor and ambience that Suzuki Satoru was more familiar with. The sheets were white, yet needed dusting, the walls peeled at places, vermin lurked in every corner, and the water supply was nonexistent; but at least it was better than that inn.
"First, what's with the change in armor, Albedo?" he asked.
Albedo grinned and whirled her body around. "Do you like it, my husband?"
"It's..." he shrugged. "It suits you," he admitted, making her pale skin flush to a pink. "But it seems to have lesser combat stats, if I remember correctly."
"Indeed, my lord. But I have calculated it, and it is not so far a difference from my other armor. In fact, it's easier to move in, and has bonuses to certain..." she cleared her throat, her smile widening. "...Assets." She planted her hands on her waist and slowly made them go down to her hips, whereupon Albedo swayed her hips with a saucy flourish.
Ainz cleared his throat. "Very well, I'll accept that for now. So tell us more."
It was rather perplexing to hear that Albedo had accomplished a lot more by herself than Ainz. She'd ended up "befriending" an adamantite-rank group without revealing her true nature, and had even impressed them enough for the group to recommend their promotion. And Ainz had only ended up killing a giant hamster, in comparison.
Still, this connection to an acknowledged expert in this new world would be useful. They could make inroads to the higher-ups in this Kingdom, which would suit Ainz's plan just fine. But there was one detail that puzzled him.
"What do you mean, 'seduce'? Why would you need to do that?" he asked, referring to Albedo's strange proposal regarding Lakyus of the Blue Rose.
"Oh, but she is an interesting specimen of human, my lord," Albedo explained. "Beautiful. Talented."
Ainz snorted. "I would be only be saying the obvious, but there are no greater beauties in this world than the perfection living now in Nazarick." His two subordinates smiled at that, Albedo's looking just a tad more heated. Then she shook her head.
Albedo smirked, apparently agreeing with the sentiment. "Of course, that is not a question, my lord. But she is attracted to me, and that becomes useful."
"I suppose," Ainz said dubiously, struggling to make the connection in his head. He was drawing a blank, and had frankly no idea what kind of scheme the Overseer was planning. "So, in effect..." he said leadingly, hoping Albedo would just answer.
"If she could be bent to our will," Albedo proclaimed. "We'd have control over one adamantite-rank adventurer group. And it wouldn't take much effort on my part, I can safely say that now."
Indeed, unrestricted control over a group such as that could be valuable. Even he could see their general usefulness-from the way Punitto-san used to describe it, they were "assets" to be activated wherever and whenever for purposes of espionage. There had been many cases of players being used by other players for that reason; leading to countless drama back in Yggdrasil.
After telling Albedo he would think about it before he approved her plan, he ordered them to leave to go to Nfrea's house. Of course, Albedo seemed rather insistent on getting her prize for a job well done, and Ainz was himself eager for another fuck session. Still, best to get things over with, just so they could part ways with the Swords of Darkness and Nfrea on good terms. Now that he was a gold plate he wouldn't have to team up with them anymore, and if they continued to impress with their superior skills, maybe they'd get adamantite by next week.
Halfway there, though, they met Nfrea's grandmother, who was also looking for Nfrea. It seemed she had been out of her shop for some business, and had not known he'd returned.
"My, you've certainly a handful of flowers, sir Momon," the old woman remarked. "I'm sure they're tough to handle, eh?"
He glanced at the faces on either side of him, who were smiling attentively. "Not really."
She cackled. "Oho! A natural player! How very nice... hmmm... That careless brat, why would he forget to close the door..."
Ainz smelled it; so did the others. He rushed forward first, slamming the door open to confirm what his nose had sensed.
Blood. A whole lot of blood plastered all over the inside of the shop. Behind him, the old woman gasped, horrified, at the scene of the slaughter.
"It's still fresh," Albedo observed, tiptoeing her way through the bodies. Ainz noted that most of these were zombies, reanimated dead, but he knew with definite foreboding that some of the blood could only be-
"Lord Ain-Momon," Nabe said, pointing out Dyne, his form impaled by several swords. Then he found the others.
"How horrible," the grandmother whispered. "But where is Enfi? Where is he?"
"They left a ransom note," Ainz noted, reading the piece of paper stamped to the wall. It could be a trap, or misdirection. Nabe could track it, but he wouldn't order it yet, not in front of this outsider.
"My lord!" Nabe shouted frantically, from the other room. Ainz rushed there, to see the maid pull several corpses from a pile. Underneath was Ninya-last of the Swords of Darkness, and unmistakably breathing. Without even thinking about it, Ainz pulled out a red potion and poured it all over the poor man's body. Belatedly he realized it worked when drinking, but then, to his eyes, his wounds slowly knitted close. That's a useful thing to know, Ainz thought, filing away that knowledge.
He checked under the man's shirt, to see if there were some grievous strikes there, and found something that made him raise his brow.
"He's a woman?" he muttered. Ninya was apparently binding her breasts-which could only point to her actual gender. He shook his head. It didn't matter now. He glanced over at the grandmother, who was still standing shell-shocked in the midst of the carnage. Ainz could see an opportunity here, and he did not want to waste it.
"Follow my lead," Ainz whispered to his subordinates. He then approached the scared old woman and said, "I can find Enfi for you, ma'am. I'll consider it a quest. But," his smile went unnoticed beneath the helm. "It shall cost you everything."
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