English is not my first language .

Ainz in this fanfic is very op.

I do not own overlord.

Chapter 5

Nivilia was standing in front of a mirror, with her hands outstretched, she was lost in her thoughts. Several maids were preparing her for the upcoming audience with the messenger from the sorcerous kingdom. When Aranea had left her room, she tried to find any information about the western countries. All the records she found only mentioned the presence of the beastman country and no kingdom of elves. This intrigued her.

'Does this mean that the sorcerous kingdom has conquered the beastman kingdom? If so, then the sorcerous kingdom must be quite powerful. And that is exactly what we need, a powerful ally. As a fellow elf country, the sorcerous could help us or at least provide safe passage for the people to the western side, I just have to play my cards right.' she thought

But she knew this won't be easy, the dark elves and wood elves are not friendly towards each other. Wood elves are aligned towards light, but not as much as their cousins, the high elves. On the other hand, dark elves are aligned towards darkness through dark magic. Thus both are naturally opposite sides.

Her chain of thoughts terminated as one of the maids spoke, "My lady, which one of these dresses do you like to wear today?" The maid was holding two dresses of exquisite quality in her hands. One was grey with red and violet markings on it, while the other was white with golden markings on it.

Nivilia glanced at the maid, she was new and quite young. But looking at her all she could feel was sadness. Due to the war, all able-bodied citizens were drafted to fill the ranks. Her old maids were drafted for frontline duties and she had very little hope for their survival. Now, as their country was losing the war, these new maids will soon get drafted.

Very few citizens opposed being drafted for war. They chose death over slavery. She would make the same choice without any doubt.

"I would like to wear the grey dress and my usual blue necklace." she said with a bitter smile on her face.

The maid did not know what to make of a sudden mood change. At first her mistress looked sad and now she was smiling.

"As you wish, My Lady." the maid answered and the maids started dressing her.

Soon there was a knock on the door. She knew very few people had the authority to enter her room and if they had disturbed her at such time, the news must be important. As the doors opened, Aranea entered the room and bowed

"What happened, Aranea?" Nivilia asked with a worried tone, noticing the grim expression on the prime minister's face.

"My lady, Ebonwick, has fallen." Aranea said.

Nivilia entered the throne room flanked by four elite guards, the sound of their footfalls invading the complete silence of the room. The silence of the room was contradicting the number of its occupants. Many soldiers of the elite guard stood proud and tall, firmly holding golden shields and spears in their hands. Several ministers and counselors were bowing their heads. And as always, the prime minister, Aranea, was standing beside the throne bowing her head.

Climbing the stairs of the dias, she sat on the throne. She knew the throne did not belong to her. Only the royal family could claim it , and she was not a royalty. She lacked the most important trait of royalty, the heterochromatic eyes, a sign of power. She was a mere commoner. But her skills and talent had placed her in her current position, the position of Regent, governing in the absence of the royal family.

The royal family had been killed by the Eight Greed Kings. It was not a battle, but a massacre. When the chaotic era of the Eight Greed Kings ended, she was elected as an Regent. It was her leadership and hard work that played a crucial role in the restoration of the kingdom from its devastated state. Thus, people loved her.

Sitting on the throne, she said "Raise your heads." Her tone was confident, perfectly hiding the storm of thoughts inside her head.

Everybody had a weak smile on their face, but she recognised the grief that they were hiding behind the smile. The fake smile that she was quite acquainted with. The same fake smile that was currently plastered on her face. But the reason behind them was the same, Evro, one of the last heroes, had fallen with the fall of the city of Ebonwick.

Now nothing stood between Ebonwick and Blackmere, the road was clear for the Holy army. It would only take a few days for them to reach Blackmere. And blackmere would surely fall for the combined might of two kingdoms.

Waving her thoughts off, she shifted her gaze to the soldier guarding the entrance of the throne room and nodded.

Receiving the signal, the soldier announced the arrival of the messenger. "The messenger from the sorcerous kingdom, Dalyor Wynlar."

Nivilia glanced at Dalyor as he entered the throne room through the double doors. His appearance was that of a perfect diplomat. But he also had the bearing of a warrior. His movements were calculated and precise. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and knelt before at a respectful distance.

'Well, it is to be expected. If you send a messenger to a completely foreign kingdom you make sure at least he can defend himself.' she thought.

"Raise your head ,Dalyor." She said, "What message do you bring from the Sorcerous kingdom?"

"Thank you very much my queen." he said rising up, " The sorcerer king Ainz Ooal Gown of the Sorcerous kingdom wants to initiate diplomatic relations and form a friendly relationship with the Kingdom of Elvedor. Thus he wants to send two of his most trusted subordinates as envoys to your kingdom, of course only with your permission."

"I would be very delighted to host the esteemed envoys. I possibly couldn't miss such an opportunity to have friendly relations with your kingdom." She said without a moment's hesitation. But she wanted to get more information about this mysterious kingdom, so she asked

"Please, could you tell us more about the sorcerous kingdom and the lands to the west of the great mountain range?"

"As you wish, my queen." he said expecting such a question, "The sorcerer king Ainz Ooal Gown established the sorcerer kingdom 15 years ago with E-Rantel as its capital. But as for now the whole western part of the continent belongs to the sorcerer kingdom."

Her jaw dropped 'What! They conquered half of the continent and also in just 15 years! How is this possible!?'

"T-The sorcerer king must be a very powerful elf." she said regaining her composure and trying to get more information from him.

" I think you are mistaken, my queen." he said with an amusing tone "the sorcerer king is not an elf but his race is 'Overlord'."

'Overlord? I thought he was an elf, but at least he is not a human. I haven't heard anything about such a race. Also its name seems a bit imposing.' she thought but did not inquire further as to not show her ignorance.

"Well then, you must be tired from your journey. So, please rest for a while, we will continue our discussion later."she said and gestured towards two guards, "Please follow them, they will take you to your room."

The overlord of death was sitting in his office in the 'Thinker' pose. He was looking into the future, constantly improving his 10,000 year plan and planning the demise of his enemies. His unfathomable intellect allows him to guess every move his enemies will make, even what words his enemies will say. They would be his playthings, and their struggle to escape the inevitable fate will be his entertenment.

At least this was the role-playing persona Ainz had created around him.

But the truth was, he was bored. Since the conquest of half of the continent, he had nothing to do. Governance and political affairs were not his thing. Surprisingly, there were no rebellions in the conquered territory. That was demiurges domain, so he must have worked very hard to convince people. Demiurge had also mentioned that he has established 'Rehabilitation' centres.

'Well, its results are quite good.' He thought.

To summarize all, he was kind of a jobless person. But that was soon going to end. Just in a few days, he would be adventuring, exploring the unknown, just like the old times.

'Also it is a very good opportunity for Aura and Mare to make new friends. It will surely help in their 's not like I am being selfish. I am doing this only for them.' he assured himself.

Waving his thoughts away, he glanced at the red orb floating inside his ribcage.

"I think it is the perfect time to use it." he muttered to himself.

So he stood up from his seat and activated his Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, and teleported to the 6 th floor.

Ainz arrived at the centre of the amphitheater, but it was empty. Its usual residents, Aura and Mare, were finishing up their work outside the tomb. And this was exactly what he needed to carry out his experiment. He put his hand inside his ribcage and took out the red orb.

The Orb Of Momonga was far more powerful than the world class items. The developers had awarded Momonga with this item for his dedication to the game. It granted the user stat boost and was effective against the dragons, this was official information about it.

As YGGDRASIL 2.0 was near to be completed, the developers wanted the ending of YGGDRASIL to be more dramatic. So they planned to bring in a new most powerful world enemy that would destroy all the 9 worlds and bring Ragnarok. Who would be more suitable for the job than a dark necromancer and the leader of the most evil guild of YGGDRASIL?

The developers wanted this to be a surprise, so they didn't make this information public. Only Momonga was told about this.

But near the end of YGGDRASIL, its player base had declined considerably. So the developers felt no need to organise Ragnarok for such a small number of players. Thus Momonga has never used The Orb Of Momonga, an item that would make him a world enemy.

Once again Ainz glanced at the red orb in his hands and put it back in its original place. He steeled his nerves and activated the Orb Of Momonga.

Suddenly,a bright light surrounded him, but he felt no pain. All he felt was power, incomprehensible power coursing through him.

Also he felt that somehow some of his racial levels and job classes have been changed.

As the bright light faded, he glanced at his new body. To his surprise, his body was intact, it had not changed a bit.

But now his surprise has changed to curiosity, curiosity to explore his newfound power. When he had activated the orb, a huge amount of information had flooded his mind, information about unknown abilities, skills ,spells and summons.

'What should I try first?' he thought 'Ah, yes! I will need high level guards to protect us during our visit, so i should try to summon a defensive summon"

He raised his hand and activated his racial skill of world enemy, " [Summon: Death Guardian]"

Suddenly a 2 metre tall figure materialised in front of him. The being was totally covered in Dark black armor, not even a small part of its body was visible for observers. In one hand, it held a sword made of darkness, an ethereal sword. It held a rectangular black shield with a human skull carved at its centre. The shield constantly emitted a faint violent light.

As the death guardian recognised its master, it knelt before Ainz.

Ainz was dancing with joy from inside, after all he had summoned such a powerful level 100 monster. He was sure that the Death Guardian could defeat any Floor guardian without much effort, even rubedo. But he had to find out actually how powerful a Death Guardian is.

Death Guardian is a defence and support monster.