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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.

Though the mastermind of the whole thing, plus a whole bunch of his associates, had been incinerated to nothing by Nabe, (and Clementine was safely ensconced within Nazarick) there was still enough evidence left behind to implicate this "Zuranon" in the incident. Ainz was clueless about whatever it was the adventurer casters were saying, including the Blue Rose member named Evileye, but it was clear that the materials strewn about in the aftermath of the battle, along with the host of unearthed corpses regrettably broken down by Eclipse Nebula's assault, clearly pointed to a sinister ritual that was planned to recreate a previous incident: where an entire city's inhabitants had been turned into undead.

Ainz had his worries because upon reflection, there was little in the way that jealous people would try to turn his group's triumph into a conspiracy. It would even go so far as implicating him and the others in the whole scheme.

Then again, the biggest pieces of evidence, aside from the heaps of forbidden ritual materials, were two things: an artifact left behind by the one named Khajit, and Nfrea, whom Ainz didn't waste time in sending Nabe to collect and return to the guild.

"What should we do with it?" said the big, muscular woman named Gagaran. They were all looking at the small, black orb, which glowed with a sinister light. None of the other lower-ranked adventurers were keen on approaching it, once it had been made clear it was tainted by necromancy.

"We'd best wait for a high priest to come in. We shouldn't handle such profane things lightly," Lakyus said.

"There's a whole bunch of curses on it," Evileye said. "...I think. I need to touch it to be sure."

"Don't," Lakyus said sharply. She and Evileye shared a silent look that seemed to say something unspoken, though Ainz wasn't paying attention anymore.

Ainz secretly consulted his Advanced Tome of Spells, an item holding middle-tier spells for the general magic caster. Though he was overly specialized in illusionary spells, he was still able to use it given his magic "stat", which carried over from the game into this world. He cast Appraise on the orb, and was able to have an intuition into its status.

"...It is a fearsome item," Ainz said. They all looked at him.

"Hm? Whaddya mean, big guy?" asked Gagaran.

Ainz approached the orb. Lakyus made a move to stop him, though she herself paused when she saw Albedo wave at her to stop.

"Trust in my lord, my friend," said "Amelia". She projected the image of a cool beauty: utterly devoted to Momon, yet eyed Lakyus like she were a prince in her own right, and Lakyus was the princess. Lakyus bit her lip, but did relent.

Ainz bent down and swiped the orb from the ground. The orb lay cool in his hands for a while, before he felt a presence, like something were crawling in his hair. After a while, a mild pain shot through his head, before the orb suddenly pulsed violently in his hand. Then it stopped, and the orb was as before.

So this was a "possessed" item. The Appraise had identified it as such, and had intuitively given him the necessary state to avoid being cursed by it. Doing a quick calculation in his head, he found that the item would not even give level 40s trouble, as long as they hadn't fully specialized in low-resistance builds. And Yggdrasil players did want to stock up on that stat at various amounts-simple level one poisons would still hurt ones if you had low "RES".

"There is an entity in this item," said Ainz, looking back at the others. "It will want to possess you, and if you do not have sufficient-" Ainz cast about for a good term-"-Mental defenses, you will be overcome. Otherwise, it is harmless unless one wished to wield it for necromancy."

"Possess you? You've got to let it go, then!" Lakyus cried.

"Oh yeah, we've got a lot of experience with 'possession'," Gagaran said drily. "So you're saying you're strong enough to hold it off? How do we know you're not already possessed?"

Ainz shrugged. "You could say such things are our... specialty." He pointedly placed the orb back on the ground, then stepped away. "But this thing is too weak to wreak havoc, unless the guild mishandles its use." He would have wanted to bring it with him, as a part of his new collection, but he could not do it while he was right in front of Blue Rose. Maybe he'd have to send some shades to retrieve it...

"You're pretty confident about it," Evileye said.

"Lord Momon is power," Amelia proclaimed proudly. "Such a thing is beneath him."

"You don't say," said Gagaran, raising a brow at Lakyus, who for some reason looked troubled.

()()()()()()()()()

Upon returning to the guild, the mood was decidedly less celebratory. Nabe and the two other girls from Blue Rose were there, and reported to him Nfrea's current status.

It turned out that they had done something horrible to Nfrea. The artifact on his head was said to be the "Crown of Wisdom", one of the forbidden objects rumored to have been stolen from the Slaine Theocracy. A few of the resident casters did something similar to what Ainz had done, and had discovered the artifact's sinister effects. The wearer would gain a boost to their magical capability, at the cost of everything else in their brains.

By forcing Nfrea to wear it and use it, they had doomed him to a constant, catatonic state for the rest of his life. According to all the resident healers, among them priests from the temple who'd been roused from their bedsides, there was nothing they could do for the kid. Lizzie bawled on Nfrea's bedside as they gave fruitless assurances and statements that rang hollow, even to Ainz's dispassionate observations. "Look on the bright side, at least he's still alive", and so on and so forth.

A bright spot existed in Ninya's condition, whom the priests had also treated, this time with better success. She was out of death's door, and only needed to rest some more. The physical wounds, they'd said, were easy to heal and close-but there was no telling how she would bear the trauma of losing one's friends all at once.

Despite that bit of good news, the mood in the hall had grown a bit grim, because of Enfi. He and Lizzie were actually well regarded in this city, so it was understandable for the adventurers to be more than a bit upset, particularly at "Zuranon". Ainz observed that even Blue Rose were perturbed. Apparently, they had were longtime acquaintances of Lizzie.

"You can't do anything?" Ainz overheard Gagaran ask Evileye and Lakyus.

"As you well know, I've no healing skills in my repertoire," Evileye replied.

"It's something to do with the brain," Lakyus said, shaking her head. "No spell of mine can cure that. Such knowledge may only exist in forbidden tomes-or perhaps the wisest Dragon Lords would know."

"You think that guy would know?" Evileye wondered.

"I doubt he would agree. Nfrea is..." Lakyus hesitated, glancing at the boy. "We can certainly try it, if nothing else."

Ainz sighed. He stepped away from the wall, then beckoned to Albedo and Nabe, who accompanied him back down the stairs. They were met by a group of people. At its head was a bearded man, with a scarred, wrinkled face and strong, piercing eyes.

"Greetings, Eclipse Nebula. I am Ainzach, Guildmaster of the Re-Estize Kingdom."

Ainz bowed slightly. "I am Momon. I bid you well, Guildmaster. These are my comrades, Nabe, and Amelia."

"You are to be commended for your efforts as adventurers. That on barely your first month, one of your number would receive a glowing commendation from Blue Rose, and not long after you would spearhead a counter-offensive against a Zuranon plot and prevented them from causing too much chaos! That, my good sir, is nothing short of miraculous."

"I thank you. Though, I still feel humbled that there are some things that even my blade cannot save."

Ainzach's eyes glanced briefly to the ceiling. "Yes, indeed. One cannot be expected to carry the whole world on one's shoulders, but there it is." He shook his head. "Still, your actions have gone a long way to prevent even more suffering. I am curious though-while we are very grateful, there are some of us who are, forgive me, suspicious of you and your intentions. Your group seems fit to be a heroic entity of sorts. You could have offered your talents to the highest bidder. Why appear here, and now, and become a lowly adventurer?"

Why indeed? Ainz's mind raced, near panicking at being so put on the spot like this. Were he alone he would have given an easy answer, but he wasn't. Nabe and Albedo were here, and they would certainly be interested in whatever he said. He could not give a weak answer, nor even one that could be misinterpreted: god forbid it'd go back to the others in Nazarick, causing wholly unintended consequences. He'd made enough of a blunder giving in to Nabe, and that was already spiraling out of his control, judging by Albedo's behavior.

He decided to take off his helm, and show off his face to the Guildmaster. A few of the people raised their eyebrows at his appearance. Still, this would help show Ainzach his trust. "... Let me be frank, Guildmaster. For it is an honor to be met by a person of such rank... How should I say this... I do have a goal in mind. And it is true that I have an ulterior motive in joining this Kingdom's Guild. However that goal-that goal is not something I would share with outsiders." He waved his hand. That was true enough, Nazarick's affairs were no one else's. "However, in the meantime, it is vital that I perform as an adventurer to the best of my abilities while the goal is yet out of sight."

"You intend to gather resources... or information, is that right?" Ainzach asked shrewdly.

Ainz nodded reluctantly, furrowing his brow for them to see. "My-Eclipse Nebula's ultimate goal is something we cannot share, but believe me when I say that it is important to..." He cast out blindly for a good cause. "...Humanity."

Ainzach hummed, his gaze going from him, to Nabe, to Albedo. "Very well then. We shall not pry further. Your business is your business. Forgive an old man his nosiness-but one never goes far in the business without being cautious."

"I understand."

"As an apology, let me just proclaim it now: for outstanding services in combating Zuranon, and for helping put to rest the disappearances of many adventurers-" Here he was referring to Clementine's trophies which Ainz had dutifully turned in to the guild- "I, Guildmaster, hereby promote the group Eclipse Nebula, to the rank of adamantite! Congratulations, Momon."

Ainz shook the Guildmaster's proffered hand enthusiastically, as cheers went up from the surroundings. Nabe and Albedo were foremost in hooting and clapping-for once their behavior was not at all faked. Still, Ainz wished they had not been issued the promotion in so public a place. Even a child could see that most of the adulation from the other adventurers were half-hearted and forced, with a few even looking on with envy and hostility. Ainz was not entirely surprised: he had seen this behavior often back in his world. Still, he kept the smile on his face and continued the facade of a gruff, but pleased hero: grateful, but reticent to bask openly in the glory.

"Hmph. As expected of the exalted one. You've achieved your goals in less time than it took Shalltear to finish her mission," Albedo said later, once they were alone. She looked quite smug.

"Congratulations, my lord," Nabe said bashfully. "Will there be... a celebration?" At the mention of that, Albedo's eyes lit up and she grabbed his arm and rubbed her breasts against him insistently.

Ainz shook his head, though made no move to dislodge Albedo. "Adamantite is good, but we must secure Momon's name even further. I brought you out here for us to plan-Nabe, arrange a Message with Nazarick."

"What do you intend, my lord?" asked Albedo.

"A miracle." He looked at the overseer, whose eyes held limitless lust barely restrained. It was not unlike a starved wolf desperate to get in a bite of food. "Albedo, I must restate: we shall take our time later, in our home. I do not wish to sully our... union, in places like these."

"Understood," Albedo said hoarsely. Despite her words and expression, it was difficult not to be drawn in by Albedo's eyes. It was like they were trying to draw him in... closer... and deeper... In the next moment, he felt a small, wet, fleeting sensation on his lips.

"It is done, my lord," Nabe announced.

Ainz wrenched his face from Albedo's, tasting her vividly in his mouth. He ignored her own satisfied smacking. "Very good."

()()()()()()()()()()()

They all gazed with varying degrees of incredulity at the man who'd just stated the impossible.

"Y-How-You're going to cure Enfi?" Lakyus asked Momon. The man stirred, though his gaze was on the young man.

"I have a means to do it. Our... homeland has certain rites to fully restore body and mind. It is not entirely a spell. It is also not something we would show to outsiders."

"Why have you kept silent about it until now?" Evileye's stare was piercing, though Ainz paid no heed to it.

"Because it is secret," he said simply. "But then, the Guildmaster talked to me below, and reminded me of the things I could still do, without the need to swing a blade." He walked over purposefully to stand beside Nfrea's bed. Lizzie, bleary-eyed, looked up at him.

"... What do you plan to do?"

"I did promise to save him, ma'am," Ainz said. "And never let it be know that I do not keep my promises." He turned snappily, and made a dismissive gesture. "However, I shall need you, and the rest of you, to leave. It is required for those of our homeland to utterly destroy those who have seen our secrets. Please do not attempt to get a glimpse at our ritual, or we will have no choice but to kill you."

The ultimatum sent a chill through the room. This man had so casually threatened one of the premier adventurer groups in the Kingdom, even if he had done so for his own important reason. After a long moment of hesitation, Lizzie consented to being led out of the room by Lakyus. Nabe and Albedo approached, the latter nodding pointedly at Lakyus. Nabe addressed Lizzie, and said, "Never doubt our lord, for he is the only one who can enact miracles."

Once all the people had left the room, he immediately got to putting up the anti-divination wards, so no one would see what he was going to do next. "Nabe." Nabe bowed and immediately got to securing the door with her own magic. There was no reason for Blue Rose to attempt watching through their own means, but if they ever tried then the whole guild hall would burn down for their troubles.

Albedo approached Nfrea's bedside. She looked to Ainz, her face calm and ready.

Ainz quickly drew the Wand of True Resurrection from his inventory. As a longtime player who'd been pulled into the endless gacha hell hoping for specific things, Ainz had stockpiled quite a bit of the items over a long period of time. Amusingly enough, they had been despair-inducing to get when one rolled. Although the effect was solid and usable, it had little to zero practical use, being as its long cast-time meant either the caster would die soon anyway, or the battle was already over and the dead player could just resurrect himself.

And so because of his addiction, there was plenty in his inventory-with a couple already used up from his initial experiments on the Theocracy soldiers he'd captured-he was loathe to use it freely, and only on occasions such as this.

"I apologize for this," he told the unconscious Nfrea. He was going to use the boy as a stepping stone, and he would not even know it. Ainz ruthlessly crushed the part of him that decried his decision, one which had been unanimously approved by his two companions-which proved the sheer inhumanity of it.

But at this point, he didn't care.

He looked at Albedo. "Do it."

Ainz looked away as a bone-crunching pop filled the room. A short silence followed.

"It is done, Lord," Albedo said.

Ainz sighed. At least the hard part of the plan was over and done. "Very good." Light filled the end of the small alabaster wand as he activated it, then pointed it towards Nfrea's body. He hoped it would work, or there was some explaining he had to do...

()()()()()()()

"Blue Rose, a word if you will?" They turned from the door to see Ainzach, the Guildmaster.

"Yes, certainly, sir," Lakyus said, stepping forward. "Though this is a bad time..."

Ainzach glanced at the door where Lizzie stood. Then he looked at the rest of them. "...What's going on? Why are you all out here?"

"We are waiting on Lord Momon and his self-proclaimed 'miracle cure'." A second later, Lakyus mentally berated herself for sounding quite displeased. It was like she'd been unbalanced by what Momon had claimed. She summoned her noble facade and continued, "In any case, we are free for now, sir. What is it-"

The door creaked open. Immediately all eyes looked towards the sound, and saw Momon's dark armoured form announce its presence.

"Momon..."

"Sir Momon...?"

He ignored them all except for Lizzie, who kept on watching him with an intense, bloodshot expression. He placed his hand on her shoulder and said. "It is done. He is cured." The woman gasped, and so did everyone else who was present.

"Enfi is...?" Lizzie said. Momon stepped out of the door and gestured for the woman to enter. Lakyus couldn't resist taking a peek along with her team-mates.

There the boy sat, unmistakably alive, unmistakably conscious. "Where... oh, hello grandma." He smiled at the old woman, who was openly crying now. "What's... going on? I remember being kidnapped... and little else... hmmm..."

"Never mind, that's alright," said Lizzie, her voice choked by her spilling tears. "It's alright now." As they watched, Amelia and Nabe stood aside as she ran over to her loved one, crushing him in a strong embrace. The old woman was crying again, but this time for a completely different reason.

"...And that is a secret from your homeland, you say?" she heard Ainzach say. The man's eyes were watering, as he praised the armored man's retreating back. "You've many mysteries about you, sir Momon. Truly, humanity is blessed to have you as one of its champions."

"It's nothing," the man rumbled, without turning his head. "I'm just a simple man, with a simple goal." Something touched her shoulder, almost making her gasp, and she saw it was only Amelia's hand, who only gave her a knowing smile before curtsying to her and the guildmaster. The stoic Nabe followed along, acknowledging her with a nod. The two of them followed along with their mysterious lord: their retreating backs like three heroes emerging from the mists of legend only to disappear, off to another quest.

She could not help but feel the same overwhelming emotion burst up from within her, the same one which had made her rise up and become an adventurer in the first place. Her feelings were conflicted, especially with regards to Amelia and her apparent master Momon, but one she was certain of was admiration. There was no doubt about it, she was about to bear witness to a real-life legend.

()()()()()()()()

"My aim was to become rich with adventurer work. But being alone, I had to make sure I wasn't taken advantage of." Ninya's expression was far away, smiling despite the dried tears that tracked down her cheeks. "But maybe it wasn't necessary, with those guys. They were great, kind, hardworking. I honestly thought I would be able to reveal myself to them soon, and I knew they wouldn't be mad." Her fist clenched over the sheet. "I just wish I... haaah... I just..."

It was several days later. Nfrea had made a marked improvement since his "cure", though he still seemed weak, with Lizzie declaring him unfit for work. His condition made an excellent excuse for their relocating to Carne Village, as per his instructions. He was sure she would have reneged on their agreement if Nfrea's condition had remained the same, which would have been unfortunate, but at least Nfrea wouldn't be able to blab about his being Ainz Ooal Gown. Still, going through with the alternative plan had secured his reputation for the foreseeable future, which would help immensely.

Now, the other concern lay with a recently awakened Ninya, who was still trying to process her team-mates' deaths. He was also slightly intrigued at Nabe's behavior, including her strange, out-of-character proposal.

Still, it was arduous, pretending to be a kind listener to Ninya's woes. He knew this type of front was necessary, particularly for a newly minted adamantite who'd become the toast of the city overnight. "Lord Momon is caring for a mere copper-plate? He's so kind!" and so on and so forth were things he expected to come out of this, at least. Still, it didn't make listening to the lamenting girl any less tedious.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Ninya asked, her face in her hands. "Now the Swords of Darkness are gone, and I'm left alone, again! And now everyone knows I'm a girl! How the hell am I supposed to find another group, not for someone who's gonna be weird about it!"

Ainz pursed his lips behind the helm. He really wasn't used to this. He cocked his head, and looked at Nabe leaning against the far wall. She looked at Ninya, then back at him. She nodded silently.

Ainz sighed. At a guess, it seemed like Nabe's trying to emulate Albedo, except that Lakyus was a better specimen than this Ninya. Although this one was pretty, with a slightly boyish look about her. Even her true gender had not changed his perception of Ninya, which was the problem. He only hoped Nabe wasn't expecting anything more.

"Then feel fortunate, Ninya. It appears my subordinate finds you interesting."

"Huh?" Ninya looked confused.

Ainz gestured at Nabe, who approached. "Your skills are of interest to her. If you want, you could join us-become her apprentice. While you would not be officially part of Eclipse Nebula, you will have our protection, and you would of course have a share of our earnings." Even saying the last part made him want to grind his teeth.

"Are you... are you serious?" Ninya gasped. "But wouldn't that mean..."

Ainz held out a silencing hand. "I'm sure Nabe can talk to you more about it. Ultimately, it is your decision, and I shall leave you to think on it." He whirled around and left. If Nabe liked her, then he would leave her to talk to the girl.

()()()()()()()()

The inside of the tavern was boisterous and loud, with many drunken adventurers taking advantage of the guild's buying out the whole place for a night of celebration. It was partly to celebrate Zuranon's defeat, and at the same time cheering on the newly promoted Eclipse Nebula.

"Hey big guy, arm-wrestling contest, now!" shouted an inebriated Gagaran. The stocky woman's loud challenge was taken up with cheers from the gathered crowd. Ainz sighed to himself, putting his untouched tankard to the side. He approached the table laid out for them.

Off to another corner of the party, Ninya still reeled at being in the presence of two literal legends. One was a member of the already famous Blue Rose, Evileye, and the other was her new master, the newly minted adamantite and genius sorceress, Nabe. Neither of them had touched their free drink.

She observed that while Evileye was quite taciturn, Nabe had her beat in keeping a poker face and saying nothing. For the past hour, the former had been trying to engage the latter in a discussion about her supposedly powerful spells. The most that Nabe had said was that she had been "created" well in her homeland, and that it had been Momon who had taught her the spell that had finished off Khajit.

"I don't understand. Is that guy a super powerful caster, and a powerful warrior too?"

Their ears were drawn to the sudden explosion of sound from where Ainz and Gagaran had been having their contest. After a long and tense fight, the first round had gone to Gagaran.

Despite losing, Ainz never lost his smile. The woman was clearly strong, enough to overpower an orc's native arm strength. She was a human on a truly different level from the rest. Ainz shifted beneath his armor, his arm becoming a low-class demon's, one of the strongest in sheer raw strength. He sat back down, and proffered his arm for the second round.

"My master can be many things," Nabe said back at their table. "He is powerful."

"Hmph." Evileye sipped her drink, still clearly dissatisfied. Ninya looked between them, perplexed.

In the meantime, Albedo and Lakyus had a table for themselves on the VIP section of the tavern, which only had the advantage of overlooking the rest of the room from a second floor. Still, there were less chance for being picked out at random by a foolish drunken patron, saving the need to obliterate them for touching her. For that, at least, Albedo was thankful for the invite. That, and another thing...

"I took up adventuring after I realized that my skills would become quite superfluous when the time came for my marriage to some high-ranking noble," Lakyus was saying. She hesitated. "H-how about you, Amelia? Though it does not change how I shall view you at all, were you a noble in your homeland? You certainly seem to act the part, in either case. People looking at you would think you were a noble at first glance. Like me." Lakyus giggled awkwardly.

Albedo stretched languorously like a cat, and leaned over the table. They were already sitting side-by-side, yet this made her practically face-to-face with the blonde. The sudden close contact made Lakyus eyes widen. She blinked, but did not retreat, her cheeks slowly flushing red. "I was... a citizen of high rank," she said, making sure Lakyus' attention was entirely on her. "But I could not just abandon my lord when he decided to set out on his quest." Her voice grew lower, her lips moving slower and more purposely. "When I discovered that he was about to leave, I could just not leave things as they were. I knew I had to be there, to be of service to him... to accompany him... and do whatever... he wants..."

Lakyus jerked, her head whipping to the side at the second large outpouring of sound coming from below.

Gagaran was flat on the ground, her arm muscles singing a sore sound. Ainz had toyed with the woman, letting her believe she had a chance before overwhelming her with the sheer power in his arm. Still, it was too powerful. There was little sport without the struggle. Ainz sat back on the table, ready for the third round, and very much determined to win the bout. This time though, he would use the slightly less powerful arm of a dragonkin.

He chanced to glance up, and met Albedo's gaze. The latter waved, which Ainz acknowledged with a nod.

Lakyus had been silent for the past minute, having been stunned into literal silence by something outrageous. At first she thought it was just her imagination, or that it had been a discourteous accident, nothing more.

But there was no mistaking the feel of Amelia's feet on her crotch. For the first few seconds since realizing it, she had been quite bewildered on what to do. Propriety dictated that she immediately remove the invading foot, scold the woman for her boldness, then leave. Men had their arms broken for trying much the same with her.

Yet with Amelia... her squirming, burrowing foot felt quite nice. She glanced at the woman, whose eyes were on Momon below, though it was clear from her small smile that she knew full well what she was doing. Breathing faster now, Lakyus averted her eyes, trying to squeeze out the invading foot with her thighs, yet it only managed to let it dig in even more until her toes were scraping against her vulva.

"Y-you really seem to like Momon, huh?" Lakyus wondered out loud.

For a moment, Amelia was silent, her foot's movements stopping. Then she looked to her, her eyes knowingly staring into hers when she said, "Oh yes, he is my rightful lord. Who would not love their master?"

"S-s-so then why are you doing this..." Lakyus whined ini a small voice, her eyes squinting. A moment later, she realized that Amelia was practically whispering in her ear.

"Because you are special, m'dear," Amelia said, her voice low and husky. The sensation of her breath and her voice effected a small jolt from her nethers, making her squeak as a small wet stain bloomed on her crotch. Lakyus was left gasping, scrunching her thighs together in equal parts thrill and discomfort while Amelia withdrew her foot.

"That reminds me..." said Albedo, smiling satisfied like a cat. "Lord Momon was quite concerned about your sword. It is of the same kind as that Orb in the graveyard." She produced a small ring from her palm. "This is a gift, of sorts. The leader of Blue Rose should not fall to something like that. This shall protect you from many mental assaults. I am sure you will find it useful."

"Sure I-hyaah! What are you..." Amelia had taken her hand, and slowly, gently, fitted the ring onto her finger. Lakyus could only squirm at Amelia's hot, intense gaze, which never left hers as she bent down to run her lips over her knuckles. She then planted a loud kiss on her finger.

"Someone as beautiful as you must be preserved," Albedo said with a smiile. Lakyus suddenly rose, making her chair fall as she stood to full height.

"I-I-I have to go," she said desperately. "I need to-something-I-Thanks... for the gift." She subconsciously rubbed the finger that Amelia had kissed, which burned like she'd dropped hot wax on it. "I shall... see you later... Amelia."

"Anytime, my dear," Albedo said, with a superior grin. She watched the young woman scurry away, like she were being chased by a hungry tiger. A loud explosion came from below; third time's the charm.

Albedo glanced down. Of course, there was no question as to who had won.

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