Ainz's bed chamber within the Great Tomb

Ainz stared down at the open case that contained his collection of prototype phalluses. Donning one for his interlude with Albedo had made him feel things. The object had altered his mental state something that as an undead he should have had complete resistance to. The only other time such a thing had happened was when the downfall of castle and country had been used on Shalltear. Is it possible that I created a world item here in this new world? Even if it was only single use that was an incredible feet if true. He might even deserve the praise the guardians heaped upon him for once. But Aniz knew the truth. He had escaped the ritual by the skin of his teeth. Perhaps someday it would be worth it to try again but today was not that day. The ruler of Nazerick opened a tear in space and stored the case away in his inventory.

Aniz hears a squeak noise from outside his room and then a moment later one of the homunculus maids poked her head in. "Ah, Lord Ainz you have returned. I must apologize for leaving you unattended."

Hmm. I was rather enjoying it. "It is fine."

"Lord Ainz, your generosity is without peer."

At least she didn't offer to commit ritual suicide, this time. That had really freaked him out with Naberal back when he had first been brought to this new world. His subordinates were far too valuable to dispose of over such trivialities. Wait, does my undead nature set me even further apart from them than I thought? My emotions are regulated by an outside force. I had attributed this to my undead body. However, Shalltear is undead and I have observed no such limiter in effect on her. Considering how the vampire and Albedo got on at time if there was a limiter it should have kicked in. Perhaps it was time to leave his cave of shadows and try a different perspective. Addressing the maid, "Pick out an outfit for me. Something on the formal side."

Baharuth Empire

"Wake up your majesty." Hissed the soon to be headless steward. Emperor Jircniv groaned as he rolled over to peer up at the man. Ugh it was the new one.

"What could you possibly want at this hour?" He had only recently gotten to sleep after the clamour that had been raised by his kingdom's magical elite. They had claimed their magic was being stolen. As magic was vital to the empire's function he had taken the matter very seriously.

"The Sorcerer King is here." Whispered the man.

In an instant Jircniv's appraisal of the man underwent a remarkable transformation. The steward had encountered the unassailable presence that was Ainz Ooal Gown and was still doing his job rather than blubbering in a corner. Few could claim such.

Leaping from the bed as if the steward's words had set it alight. The emperor shed his bed clothes in favor of an expensive new outfit he had recently acquired from the Sorcerer's Kingdom. The front buttons were gold and had dwarven runes carved into them. The runes were protective in nature, not that he thought they would protect him from Ainz for even a second. He merely hoped the garment might high light his loyalty as a consumer of products produced in Ainz's domain. Pulling on his boots the Baharuth Emperor asked after Ainz.

"He asked to be shown to the castle's Library."

The Library? What devious far reaching plan was the Sorcerer King implementing now? Was another kingdom about to fall? I suppose I should rejoice at the thought as one of his loyal subordinates. However, his stomach would clench at wondering what would happen once the whole world was swallowed by PAX Ainz.

Running like a summoned page the emperor arrived at the double doors leading to the palace library. He was gratified to see several of the castle maids standing against the far wall. Doubtless someone had had the thought to have them roused from their beds to service any requests of the visiting monarch. One maid however stood in front of the doors blocking his way. Jircniv froze, an ice dagger pricking at his heart, his right hand having risen to push the impertinent woman out of the way. Her skin was flawless. Her face possessed of perfect biosymmetry. Definitely a rare beauty and he couldn't recall ever seeing her before. All these things together screamed Nazarick!

With a flourish he turned his raised hand into a slight bow. Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix seeks an audience with his Majesty Ainz Ooal Gown. There was a gasp behind him but he paid it no mind. Anyone not realizing the difference between them was simply not important enough to have been briefed on the truth of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. There he had seen a maid change the season from autumn to summer with less effort than fetching a new fork.

"Please wait a moment." Replied the mystery maid before slipping into the chamber.

Time seemed to stretch like taffy as the Emperor stood waiting to be admitted. This was a bit embarrassing but the man known as the Bloody Emperor knew that his generals would thank him with tears in their eyes for his forbearance. The empire had unintentionally sent 60 000 credible witnesses to the horror that awaited those who opposed Ainz Ooal Gown. The magic caster had routed an army of a quarter of a million fighters with a single spell. While his own troops had run like rabbits when one of those monstrous abominations had drawn near. It had been a terrible breakdown in military discipline that had granted the empire its only casualties. Yet there had been no punishment for the men. Jircniv had naturally been furious when he had first heard how his soldiers had behaved. However, as one of his four elite knights's had given his report with shaking knees he had come to realize how badly he had underestimated the ruler of that mausoleum of monsters. Yet he had yet to understand the breath of the chasm separating humanity and the boney hand of Ainz Ooal Gown. Security measures that normally would have been called excessively paranoid had been shown to be for not as I looked upon his visage as he had casually caught me conspiring with the Slane Theocracy. Then to drive the message home Ainz had toyed with the arena champion. Oh Lord Ainz how could anyone who witnessed the fight have misunderstood your meaning. Die as a foe or bow and live.

So enduring the tittering of servants was a negligible burden as he waited. What was of concern was wondering if the maid would return only to send him away because he was no longer necessary to the plans of the Sorcerer King.

Albedo's perspective

She could not remember feeling so happy. She had spent a day in the carnal embrace of the man she loved. As a succubus could there be any greater affirmation of her value to the ruler of her heart. Now she had a new duty surpassing all others. She was to bare the heir the of the Supreme One. It was this welcome new duty that had brought her to the Floor 9 cafeteria. Ainz himself had once chosen to grace the establishment with his august presence. She had offered to serve him braised penguin but the merciful one had excused Eclair. Pausing to marvel at how Ainz had held that the pretentious penguin. Was Ainz demonstrating proper child care techniques? Of course, how could she not have seen it before. It was possible that the child of one of the 41 could at times be trying. Had Aniz foresaw such an occurrence and had Eclair created so the guardians ... or even her specifically could be prepared for the trials motherhood? What am I saying of course that is how it must have been. How could she forget Demiurge reporting that Lord Ainz had admitted that he had the next 10 000 years mapped out. It seemed impossible to overestimate such an astounding intellect.

Picking up a cheese burger and a glass of milk. Any child of Aniz-sama was likely to need a fair amount of calcium. Albedo took a seat at one of the long tables. Picking the burger up as she had seen Aura do on several occasions. As Ainz had pointed out while the sustenance ring could maintain an adult body a growing one requires proper nutrition. Her teeth bit through the sandwich removing a section. Flavor gushed out over her tongue. The cheesy meat was complemented by a mix of mustard and mayonnaise. About to take a second bite the head of the floor guardians paused as mounting confusion started to ring alarm bells in her head. The food was still in her mouth. How was she to take a second bite? Maintaining her cool facade Albedo cast her gaze around the room. Ah that maid took a drink after eating. Confidence returned she picked up her glass of milk taking a healthy sip. But the food still failed to vanish. Was the food faulty? What if Lord Ainz dropped by once more? Again her eyes roamed the room looking for salvation. However, her calm visage was disrupted to a degree by her bulging cheeks.

Others appeared to be consuming the food without issue. Perhaps more milk? A moment later she was certain that hadn't been the answer. Think what did I do the last time I ate? But try as she might nothing came to mind. Since coming to this world she had always worn a sustenance charm. Oh no not her.

"Ho, ho Albedo I see you worked up an appetite." Said Shalltear as she deposited her own tray bearing what looked to be a strawberry milkshake.

The vampire moved to take a sip from the red and white striped straw when she narrowed her eyes at Albedo. Oh Lord Ainz this is the worst.

''Albedo, what are you doing?" Asked Shalltear in a slow manner before a moment later Shalltear slaps herself in the face. "Oh my poor Lord Aniz to have lain with a woman who doesn't even know how to swallow." Shaking her head in mock dispare.

However, Albedo was no longer listening to the leach. The word had triggered a memory from her bridal training. Desperate she opened and closed her throat. The pressure in her mouth diminished a little. Spurred on by success, she quickly replicated the procedure until she was no longer gagged by her meal. "Shalltear how nice of you to drop by. Why yes I did work up quite the appetite being with Lord Ainz. After all I am eating for two now." Albedo could see her salvo hit its mark. Taking another bite she swallowed it with confidence. Huh? Shalltear was looking at her strangely again.

Shalltear slid the straw into her delicate mouth and drew steadily upon it until her glass emptied. "Well I must be going. Duty calls." Walking away as quickly as she dared because she couldn't contain her grin much longer. I am sure someone will explain chewing to Albedo before the baby comes. But maybe I can arrange for her and Lord Ainz to attend a formal dinner together before then. The woman eats like a duck.

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