It was a day that started like any other.

He had made his rounds of the royal capital, and only had one last errand to take care of before returning to the estate.

Lord Ainz wanted me to be on the lookout for any new spells that could potentially benefit Nazarick, and I must say, the humans of Re-Estize have some intriguing utility type spells based on what I've seen so far…

Sebas was walking one of the main streets of the nicer districts in Re-Estize, and after a few weeks of being in the city, the locals had grown quite fond of him.

It certainly wasn't a surprise, considering Sebas seemed to exude the idea of "refined". To many, he appeared to be a master of his field, someone who had spent their entire life perfecting their craft.

In reality though, he was created as an older man by the Supreme Being Lord Touch-Me, and thus is really only a few years old.

Despite his aged appearance, many of the passerby couldn't help but swoon at his rugged good looks, even the younger women.

He never reciprocated this attention besides the occasional smile or wave, but it brought Sebas fulfillment knowing that it would aid him in carrying out his master's will.

I hope Lord Ainz can show the people of this city mercy when his plans come to fruition… Or at the very least the ones who pledge their loyalty to him…

Lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't realize that he had arrived at the headquarters of the Magician's Guild before he was greeted by one of the attendants that recognized him.

Sebas stood at the gate which was stationed by two armed guards, although they barely took notice of him.

As he walked through, acknowledged by the guards with a quick nod, the entirety of the guild building came into view.

Three five-story towers dominated the structure, as well as most of the cityscape around them, as no other buildings in the area came that high.

The towers were surrounded by several, thin two-story buildings, an expansive setup that was more than necessary for training arcane casters and developing new spells.

Sebas spotted the old white walled building immediately, walking through the front door that was open to visitors as usual.

He continued through the small entrance hall into the lobby, a spacious room with double height ceilings and several chandeliers giving off magic light.

Having been to the guild before, he went straight to the back counter, passing by the lounge to his right and bulletin board to his left.

Behind the counter were a few men and women, each wearing a robe emblazoned with the symbol of the guild.

Standing guard at both ends of the counter were two wood golems, their mannequin-like design and featureless faces being an easy tell.

Sebas' measured footsteps clicked across the floor as he approached the back, getting the attention of one of the men behind the counter.

The man greeted him the same way as every other time he'd come to the guild.

"Welcome to the Magicians' Guild, Sir Sebas. What can I do for you?"

"I would like to buy a magic scroll. May I see the usual list?"

"Yes, sir,"

Pulling out a rather large book, the young man placed the scroll list on the counter for Sebas.

The book was of a very high quality, having been made with thin white paper and bound with leather. It's title letters were even sewn with gold thread, giving the item a great deal of worth in and of itself.

Sebas pulled the book closer and opened it, revealing rows of spell names listed up and down the pages.

Unfortunately for Sebas, the quirk of this world that translated spoken language didn't extend to the written word, meaning under normal circumstances he wouldn't be able to read the text.

However, like he usually did, he pulled out a case from his pocket and opened it, revealing a pair of finely crafted eyeglasses.

These eyeglasses were actually a magic item given to him by Lord Ainz, and when he wore them, he would be able to read any text, including the language of Re-Estize.

Sebas flipped through the pages carefully yet quickly, until he stopped at a particular spell.

"Could you give me a detailed description of what this spell, [Floating Board], does?"

"Yes sir," He began the explanation without missing a beat.

"Floating board is a tier-one spell that creates a translucent hovering board. The size of the board and maximum weight limit depend on the caster's magical energy, but when it's cast with a scroll, the board is about three feet squared and the weight limit is one hundred and ten pounds. The board can go up to five yards away from the caster, and the caster can have it follow them. It only follows however; it's not possible to push it forward, and if the caster should turn around, it will slowly circle around to remain at the rear. It's a spell that is generally used for carrying things, often seen on public works construction sites."

"I see," Sebas nodded. "Then I would like to buy one of these,"

"Yes, sir,"

The young man didn't show any surprise at the fact that Sebas was buying a fairly unpopular spell, the reason being that he almost always bought unpopular spells.

The guild was grateful for it though, as it helped get rid of excess inventory.

"Will that be one scroll, sir?"

"Yes, please,"

The young man nodded to the man sitting next to him, prompting the man to get up and go through a door in the rear wall.

About five minutes late, the man returned. In his hand was a rolled up piece of parchment.

"Here you are sir,"

Examining the scroll on the counter, Sebas saw the spell's name written in ink, and after confirming it as the [Floating board] spell, he put away the magic eyeglasses.

"Yes, that's the one. I'll take this, please,"

"Thank you," The young man said while bowing his head. "This scroll is a tier-one spell, so that will be one gold and ten silvers,"

A potion of the same level made by magic was worth about two gold, so the scroll was relatively cheap.

Although, this stemmed from the fact that one had to be able to use the same family of spells in order to activate a scroll. Potions, which anyone could use regardless of skill, were rightfully more expensive.

For an ordinary person, the scroll would still be expensive, about a month and a half's wages.

Sebas, or more accurately his master, could afford such a sum.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small leather coin purse, which he opened and started pulling coins from.

Counting out exact change was no problem for Sebas, but he hesitated for a moment, as if his entire train of thought had been suddenly derailed.

"Is there a problem, Sir Sebas?"

The young man behind the counter had a look of genuine worry, as he noticed Sebas momentarily clutch his head with his free hand.

"Thank you for your worry, but it's just a simple headache,"

Outwardly Sebas smiled and continued counting out his payment, but internally, his mind was screaming.

What was that just now? A mental attack of some kind? Such a thing should be impossible... not once since Nazarick's transportation to this world have I sensed a being strong enough to breach my mental defenses, let alone cause me physical pain…

He had to assume this was an enemy attack of some kind, possibly by the same group that managed to get to Shalltear.

If this is the work of a world level item, there's nothing I can do, but given the circumstances, I find that scenario unlikely…

Sebas couldn't sense any notable ki signatures throughout the city district that the guild was in, so he had to assume that either something was done to him at an earlier time or he was being attacked from afar.

No matter the case, I have to get back to Lord Ainz!

Without changing his composure, Sebas handed the guild worker eleven coins, exact change for the scroll.

After exchanging bows, he turned to exit the guild, walking a little faster than usual.

He only made it as far as the courtyard before his mind was overcome with pain once again, this time strong enough to stop Sebas in his tracks.

What is this? It's like I'm getting glimpses of some place that I can't recognize… Who could muster a mental attack of this magnitude? I couldn't even guess what kind of spell or skill is being used…

Quickly getting to his feet before he could draw anymore attention, Sebas fast walked out the gate and beelined for an alleyway.

I didn't want to resort to this given how my mental state may be compromised, but I can't allow something to happen to me without someone from Nazarick knowing!

"[Message],"

Just as he felt the mental link connecting, another wave of pain reverberated through Sebas' head.

This time though, he heard a voice.

"Save…"

This isn't Solution's voice, which means my [Message] didn't go through in time… Is it the perpetrator of the attack? What are they saying?

His vision began distorting, and the feminine voice that resounded in his head grew louder.

"Save… save… save…"

For the first time in his life, Sebas felt genuine fear.

He had always been prepared to offer his life for Lord Ainz and Nazarick, but to possibly become a hindrance to his master and family, it left him frozen with dread.

With one final surge of pain, Sebas' vision went white, and the voice became the only thing he could sense.

"Save him!"

As if a switch had been flicked, all the pain Sebas felt washed away, and his vision began to refocus.

He was glad to have his senses back, but that relief was short lived, as he began to notice his surroundings.

This isn't the alley I was just in, and if I'm right, this isn't even the Re-Estize Kingdom…

Sebas realized he was standing in a city square, but weirdest of all was the variety of races bustling through the city streets.

None of the human nations immediately surrounding Nazarick allow demihumans as equals, then again these don't look like any demihumans I've ever seen…

The people he'd categorized as demihumans looked much more like animal variants of normal humans compared to the animalistic looking ones that he knew of.

Still, to think my magical defense was overpowered and I was teleported against my will… It honestly shouldn't even be possible given my level…

He thought back to the voice that had appeared towards the end of his breakdown, a voice he assumed belonged to whoever did this to him.

"Save him"... For someone willing to go to such lengths, they could've given me a less cryptic message…

Given the outright strangeness of his situation, Sebas almost forgot what he had been trying to do in the first place.

I have to call Solution immediately, although I doubt she can do much in her current position…

"[Message],"

Sebas activated the skill as he walked down one of the city streets, although instead of feeling the mental link form, he heard the sound of the skill failing.

Impossible!

"[Message]!"

This time he tried to contact Lord Ainz directly, but got the same auditory indicator as before.

He knew that trying the skill again would be in vain, but the failed attempts truly had him at a loss.

There's only two possible explanations, but neither of them makes sense…

For the message skill to fail, its target had to be either dead or incapacitated in some way. The skill didn't have a range limit as far as Sebas knew, but it was also possible he was on another plane of existence entirely.

As far fetched as it sounded, Sebas was leaning more and more into his second theory, as if the first was true it meant he had no home to go back to.

It isn't entirely unlikely, considering Nazarick was transported in a similar manner, but why me specifically?

He hadn't noticed it initially, but even the ki signatures of everyone in this new place felt different from the people of Re-Estize.

I'll have to begin investigating immediately, starting with finding out who brought me here…

Sebas had been walking absentmindedly through the city as he thought through his predicament, until eventually he found himself on a street quieter than the ones before.

The quiet was broken by a scream from a nearby alley, lifting Sebas from his rancor.

"Guards!"

Before even entering the alley, Sebas could feel the ki signatures of four people, three of them grouped together.

He thought for a moment if he should leave it to whatever guard force the city had, but after confirming that there was no one else in the vicinity, he knew he had to act.

Calmly walking to the alley's entrance, a young man wearing strange clothes and three thugs came into his view.

"Excuse me young man, is there a problem here?"

Hey everyone, it's been awhile since I published the first chapter of this story, and while I don't want to make excuses, I was waiting to catch up more on Re:zero lore before delving into this story. I want to read a bit further into the LN before accidentally retconning myself later on in the plot. Anyways, I hope you guys like the direction I'm taking, it might've been misleading to open with Subaru's perspective but this is going to be a Sebas centered story. Obviously Subaru is going to play a big role though.