Chapter 4
Fluder was drunk with excitement. Teacher had contacted him with the most extraordinary news. Teacher had said that he planned to conduct a magical ritual of great power and as part of their agreement Fluder would be permitted to attend. To observe a being so far ahead of himself on the path of magic, What could be more glorious! This one evenings observations might advance his own studies by as much as a century! If only he had known of the existence of Nazarick in his youth. Perhaps he could have apprenticed himself to someone like Narberal Gamma.
"Ah it would have been so wonderful." Fluder sighed as he pictured it. Narberal walking towards him with a disapproving glare and handing him a sheet of paper containing the magical equivalent of πR2 and instructions on how to make use of it. As it had been he had had no one to show him the way and thus had had to figure it all out on his own. But now at long last he was among people who thought of him as nothing more than one of their master's pets. He could scarcely believe his good fortune. Even the maids were beyond his level. A little washing up, what would master like for breakfast and what would you like the weather to be today? Ha!
Alone in the darkness of night Fluder was standing, the trees of a great forest to his back, some 2 kilometres outside the capital city of the Sourcerous Kingdom E-Rantel. From his position the old mage could see the lights of the city and the gates there of. Unlike other human cities the gates were not closed and barred against the dangers of night. In truth said dangers ran the city so what was there to fear from outside E-Rantel's high walls? Thus it was not initially surprising when Fluder noticed Death knights exiting the city. He thought they were going on a patrol or maybe to handle a citizen's request much as adventures had done for generations before the coming of Ainz Ooal Gown. But the line continued even curving in his direction. There has to be a hundred of them if there's 1. I wonder what country has irritated teacher now. One Death Knight is thought to have the fighting potential of an army made up of common soldiers. So marching towards him was the equivalent of 100 armies.
"The Goal of all life is death and the dead serve at the pleasure of Ainz Ooal Gown. How could Teacher's victory be seen as anything other than inevitable as death?"
Shalltear Bloodfallen's Perspective
Well here comes the happy couple, thought the vampire to herself as she felt the portal open behind her. You may have won this round but there will be another opportunity tomorrow. Turning, Shalltear smiles up at her lord of beautiful bone. Oh, the slut forgot her gloves? Did the fun start early? Hmm. Never a bicorn around when you need one. Oh my poor Lord Ainz does that virgin even know how to slowly tease passion and pleasure out bit by excruciating bit until your entire body is racked with it? I doubt it. While she was studying how to make apple adzuki pie I was reading in the Great Library of Nzarick's hidden doujinshi section. The Supreme Ones had had some enlightening ideas on sex. Not to mention the advantages to be reaped from possession of a prehensile tongue.
If it hadn't been for the thrice dammed Slane Theocracy it might have been my hand held aloft by the Supreme One. How did you do it Al-bed-oh?! Was it when you dared to attack him? Well if that's the case Ainz-sama should have been all over me after what happened with Downfall of Castle and Country. Wait a second! I don't have any recall of that event. Who's to say what happened as I lay helpless in defeat before the majesty of Ainz Ooal Gown? It would have been just the two of us. No witnesses. Why he could have done... anything, or even, everything. Plus when I appeared in the throne room I was without a stitch of clothing to cover my body. Pant. Pant.
"Shalltear are you alright?" Came the kind yet commanding voice of the lord of Nazarick.
Shalltear raised her face to look once again upon the immobile face of death incarnate. With a blush scorching her cheeks Shalltear replied in a higher register than usual, "Yes sir I'm fine. Now if you'll excuse me I must be getting back to standing in this diagram." With that she turned back around to face the other three participants situated at the other 3 cardinal positions. Shalltear held the southern point with Narberal Gamma standing opposite her at the northern station. Victim, the guardian of the eighth floor, was to her right. While to her left was Pandora's Actor the shape changing doppelganger that her lord had created back when he was still calling himself Momonga.
Pandora's Actor was looking quite the dish in his Momonga form. Shalltear's head tilts a few degrees to the right as a new Idea blossoms. Maybe Pandora's Actor and I should have a chat over a drink or two down at the Sous-chef's bar. Pandora's Actor is the Guardian of the Treasury. I wonder what it would be like "relaxing" while reclining on a mountain of gold coins? Who knew what naughty places the coins might slip or be slipped in to?
Narberal Gamma's perspective
Inner voice. "Why does this keep happening to me?! There I was being attentive to my duties when the ruler of the the Supreme beings decides I should follow him into the throne room. I was then ordered to bow and in the company of my fellow members of the Pleiades battle maids she had lowered her head. What other response could there be to a command of one of the creators. Then her ordered life had fallen away as Lord Ainz had somehow detected the transition into the new world. He had said that he could not access the GM call function. But none of the creations of the Supreme beings knew what the master had been referring to.
Then she had been there to bear witeness as Lord Ainz had fumbled and dropped a sword only to overcome his class disadvantage a moment later. She suspected that this had been a performance intended to teach her something like, accept no limitations on what you can accomplish. That had to have been it because the next thing she knew she was accompanying Ainz's alter ego Momon as Nabe. Oh but no high level armor for her! Oh and you can only use up to tier 3 spells and maybe one 4th if we get into trouble. Never mind that she had never even been in combat before. Her roll had been to serve as a last line of defence for the throne room of Nazarick. But even the great invasion of some 1500 Gods had been defeated at the eighth floor." Her eyes shifted over to the eighth floor guardian, Victim, on her left before returning to center. "She had been relieved when things had transitioned over to her working with Pandora's Actor instead of the leader of the Supreme ones. Oh the anxiety, working directly under the gaze of a perpetually perfect person; not to mention that he was also your boss's boss and the deific head of her religion. But now what was this? Three powerful freaking floor guardians and I. Oh I wonder who is the weak link in this scenario?" Oh Lord Ainz why can't I go back to folding sheets and hunting dust bunnies?
Albedo's perspective
What is all this? She was standing off to the side, alone. Wasn't she supposed to be having sex by now? While she had mentally prepared herself to encounter some eccentricities in the way a Supreme Being went about having sex she was fairly certain this was not it. This was supposed to be a reward wasn't it?
Demiurge's perspective.
Lord Ainz, after dispatching Lady Albedo to an observational position had picked up what appeared to be a dragon's egg that was covered in faintly glowing blue magical script. Interesting. Peering at the inscribed shell Demiurge recognized a few of the symbols from Yggdrisil, while others looked like the runes the Dwarves were developing for the Sourcerous kingdom. However, there was a third group that were unfamiliar to the demon. "Could that be wild magic? Could even the lord and master of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and the rightful ruler of any world on which he trod really be this amazing? To not only master 3 dissimilar magic systems but to be able to combine them flawlessly and accomplish such a seemingly impossible task in mere months!" No wonder the other 40 Supreme Beings had accepted Ainz as their leader.
A blue sphere of magical energy formed around Ainz. Based on the reports he had read from Mare Ainz had referred to this as super tier magic. The shapes rotated around the translucent surface of the spell. In all his years of service to the supreme beings demiurge had never had the opportunity to observe a Super Tier magic spell. This was a great opportunity to educate one's self about the greatness of the Supreme Ones.
I wonder what those odd gestures Ainz is making are for? He must be directing energies beyond my ability to detect.
In a loud and echoing voice Ainz calls out. "Hear me world, I am Ainz Ooal Gown the eternal and by my divine right I call forth the God Magic Function!" Four smaller balls of super tier magic bubbled out of the first and began to rise and gain distance from the original globe. Once these new globes reached a height of thirty feet they tipped over on their sides so that their light beams intersected each other in replication of the pattern on the ground. Pulling two golden orbs from his robe the spell caster held them at arm's length for just a moment before slamming them into the ground causing the orbs to shatter and a wave of force to blow dust outward. A luminescent golden gas now freed from the spheres twines its way up the central shaft of light before coalescing at the intersecting lines thirty feet above their heads.
Dark Storm clouds rolled in unnaturally fast as if the heavens did not wish to witness what was on the cusp of going down. As the clouds churned the four suspended spheres of super tier magic began to move clockwise around the central shaft. However, this was not all they did each sphere left a strand of magic carved into the air in its wake. Once these trailing strands were intercepted by the following spheres the strands were connected and moved outward to create an encirclement around the slowly spinning spheres. But when the second ring moved out runic characters appeared between the lines suffused with the same blue light characteristic of super tier magic.
"Now!" Ainz commanded and NPCs standing at the four cardinal directions raised their hands and pressed them against the glowing circles that appeared in front of them and pushed their magic out. Their offering was greedily sucked up by the ritual. Even sparks of divine energy spilled forth from Shalltear and Victim under the spell's insistent suction.
With this new infusion of energy the rotating spheres snapped into over drive, spinning at such a rate that they became a blur to merely human eyes. Thankfully only one of the assemblage was afflicted by such a lowly condition and even he had mage sight. The bands of magical conscription that had been slowly expanding, as an incoming tide, now exploded across the sky, as a tsunami of magical force, covering the lands of Ainz Ooal Gown. Weather citizen or vassal, all upon who's souls he held a claim were called to serve Ainz Ooal Gown, the undead's spell came calling cup in hand. For those who gave up their MP without resistance they merely slept more deeply. Some of these were even fortunate enough to have a sense upon waking that the king had dropped by to check on them as they slept. But for those who actively refused the initial call they were swallowed by the subsequent waves as the spell matrix grew stronger with each contribution. One mage may have more natural MP than fifty peasants but does a mage have more than a hundred or a thousand? In the end all those with in his lands would bow the knee and pay this night's tax to the Sorcerer King.
Fluder could hardly believe his senses. Surely never before had any magic user even conceived of harvesting such vast amounts of magical energy. As he watched the growing ball of MP that floated above the central shaft an epiphany struck him momentarily dumb. Eventually, the most powerfull human magic caster was able to gasp out, "Gods, teacher has created a mill for magic!" He harvests the fundamental force of the world and refines it as a human would wheat.
Yuri Alpha took a step closer to Fluder. She cast a disapproving glare at his drool slicked beard but softened it when she considered how could a human do other than gape at the magical mastery of Ainz- sama. "Supreme Beings. Not gods.
Fluder was confused by the speaking woman who truth be told he wanted to ignore but thought better of it. One did not ignore anyone hailing from Nazarick if one wished to pay attention to anything else, ever again. "I'm sorry. Uhm miss?"
"We call them Supreme Beings because gods are little more than amusing prey animals to The 41 Supreme Beings who hunted them for sport and provisions.
Fluder glanced at the Maid and of course she was being completely serious but when were they not when the topic of Supreme beings came up. "Thank you. I will try and remember that." Turning back to the unprecedented demonstration of magical power Fluder could hardly believe that even someone as incredible as Teacher could maintain control over such a dynamically powerful and multifaceted spell. Eyeing the coating of static discharge that was flowing over the magical construct up the shaft to be pulled into the engorged head of the milling structure. As he watched the skittering bolts of static grew in both girth and luminosity. He examined the faces around him finding none that seemed disturbed by the snapping march of current. They all had known Teacher long before he had. So surely they would know if something was wrong. Surely a being who saw gods in the same light as he saw chickens could handle this. Surely ...
The drain on Ainz's MP must be massive. Albedo had never seen or even heard of such a construct although the spell form had come to have a suggestively interesting shape. Thus she was confident now that this ritual had something to do with her reward. Her surprise when The Supreme one had had revealed the nature of the mysterious GM Call function whose loss had distressed him so that first day in this new world. But of course nothing could be taken from The Supreme Being for long. I hope he will tell me the epic story of his reacquisition of this power. Perhaps as pillow talk. If the GM call function was linked to Lord Momonga's libido then the events in the throne room that first day made a lot more sense to Albedo. Her beloved lord had decided to grace her left breast with his touch. It had been incredible as he manipulated her body, Just the memory made things tighten deep within her. But then it had been over and she had keenly felt the loss of his fiery fingers on her marble flesh. At the time she had been sure that in moments an even greater fire would engulf her body, however, that had not come to pass. Her lord had declared that it was not the proper time casting her back into the cold. A cold and isolation made all the more biting for her all too brief taste of warmth. For weeks she had expectantly waited for his call. Knowing that her love was an undead and thus did not slumber she also used items to eschew sleep so that she could heed his anticipated summons to his bed. But no call had come and the certainty that she had done something to displease the great being solidified within her. She had spent hours with axe in hand examining herself desperately trying to find the flaw that had disgusted her love so, if only she could find it she could remove it. Then maybe he would deem her worthy of his touch once more. But despite her scrutiny she had been forced to admit that Tabula had done his work well back when he had still appeared to care about her. She had considered slicing off one of her breasts to give the renamed Lord Ainz as a present but it had been so hard to decide which one he would prefer. It was during this time that she had fashioned her first Momonga doll. She had wished that she had had a voodoo skill installed in her. But her creator hadn't had that kind of foresight unlike the Sorcerer King who had the whole world dancing in the palm of his hand.
Was I too naive for him back then? She supposed that she must appear incredibly stupid to one of such staggering intellectual prowess. Well I can take some comfort in there no being a bevy of blissful airheads to kill if they tried to impose on her man's future affections. This was an issue Shalltear and I can see eye to eye on. Well that and I suppose coffin bait does have surprisingly good taste in tea and men.
The electrical discharges had now graduated to lightning status. I wonder if the spell is nearing completion, It is getting hard to see Lord Ainz through all the interference. Albedo's eyes widen as she sees the form of her perspective lover rise and extend his right hand in a manner she had seen once before.
Ainz Ooal Gown shouts, "Shooting star Mal Ring, head my command and grant my wish!"
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