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CHAPTER FIFTY ONE= King of Kings

The Elf king sat in his tent. The war was boring.

"Honestly… I thought there would have been some real resistance by now…" He was referring to the reports that two paladin women had broken through his lines and made their way to Re-Estize.

Re-Estize had no way of lending aid so he figured their goal was the newly formed Sorcerer Kingdom lead by the "Dark Elf King" as some have been calling him. That unofficial title really annoyed The Elf King Lashic.

He had obviously heard the reports of how this "Momonga" had culled a huge number of Demihumans, effectively ending their threat. He figured The Sorcerer Kingdom would lend aid, no doubt in the form of an undead army as Momonga was said to be a powerful necromancer.

"YOU!" Lashic called out to one of his generals. The worried elf ran into the tent and bowed.

"Yes, King Lashic… what do you need?"

"Have our spies really reported no activity from the Sorcerous Kingdom?" he asked even though he knew the man would report such things if they were to happen, but he was growing bored.

"N-no my Lord… The two Paladins that broke past our boarders have arrived at E-Rantel some time ago but nothing has been seen of them or anything else since… shall I…" But Lashic waved his hand to dismiss the man and sighed loudly.

"Just tell the troops to be ready for their advancement on the Main city… I will spearhead the assault as usual." He said as the man left to report the marching order. It was sooner than he wanted as he'd like to tease out any help that The Holy Queen might have asked for, but it seemed The Sorcerer kingdom had turned her down for help… maybe this King Momonga was smarter than Lashic gave him credit for.

Within a day he was standing at the head of his army, the shining Capital and home to The Holy Queen stood before him. It was midday and warm… oddly enough he saw no guards of any kind posted.

"Are they planning on surrendering? There should be an army here for me to crush…" Lashic said to the same general he'd been barking at earlier.

"Un… no, my King… their gates are still locked and they are still flying their own flag… we are not welcomed here." Lashic smiled. This suited him just fine as he would not accept their surrender, he desperately needed something to do.

"Alright… then I will begin! Have the troops ready to follow in my wake… let's show these Holy paladins what real power looks like" He said with a smile. The general bowed.

"Yes, my King. Oh… shall bring your weapons?" Lashic pondered this question.

"No… I haven't needed the use of any of my gear yet… and as there is no real threat here… seems there is no point to it," He said with a lazy shrug as he casually began walking toward the cities main gate which was barred shut.

Lashic pondered if he should kick or punch the door down… it would be a shame to scuff up his boots.

"Punch then…" He told himself. But as he separated himself from the army and began his walk to the gate there was a loud sound. It came from the gate…

"Are they reinforcing the gate? Fools…" he scoffed but then he realized the sound he heard was the gate opening.

"Oh? They are surrendering after all? Not like it…" But the gates only parted enough for one person to walk out. Between the giant arches walked a single person. He was clad in a raven black robes with large red orbs on his shoulders that were attached to bone-white shoulder pads. His hood was pulled back to reveal short black hair, tanned skin, and pointed ears… a Dark Elf.

"Wait…" This figure matched the physical description of The Sorcerer King to a T. but that was impossible! The figure walked past the gates in a lazy manner, intrigued Lashic slowly approached.

The two Kings approached one another till they were only 50 yards from one another, close enough to exchange words.

"Are you the Elf King Lashic?" The Dark Elf asked with knowing in his voice. Lashic smiled and nodded.

"Indeed! You in the presence of The Elf king Lashic… are you…"

"The Sorcerer King Momonga? Yes." The figure said with a smile. Lashic clapped in excitement.

"Then that Queen has asked you to negotiate the surrender of her lands? I'm afraid I…"

"No."

Lashic frowned at being interrupted.

"You misunderstand dear Elf King… I am here to defeat you in combat." Momonga said with an unchanging face. It took a while for those words to sink in but it was all Lashic could do to keep from bursting into laughter.

"So then you must be powerful to approach me like this…" lashic said growing annoyed with Momonga's demeanor… like he had no fear in his body at all.

"Perhaps… but uh… is that all you wish to fight me with?" Momonga asked as his eyes settled on the pink necklace that hung around Lashic's neck.

"Hmm… I have gear suitable for someone of my greatness, but I did not want to scuff it up on trash… you, however… I would have donned it to fight properly." Lashic said with a smile hiding the fact that he really wished he'd taken up his mans suggestion to gear up before the big fight.

"Hmmm… then go do so… I shall wait." Momonga said and folded his arms.

"What?"

"You heard me correctly… go get your gear and come back so I may fight you at full potential… I'd like this show to look good for them." Momonga motioned to the city behind him. Lashic raised an eyebrow… trying to gauge if this was real or a trick.

"This is no trick." The Dark Elf said as if reading his mind. Lashic smiled and did his trademark shrug.

"Very well… I shall return with such… adornments. Momonga simply nodded. Lashic turned his back to Momonga and walked back to his camp, a sneak attack never came.

"The fool… that was his second mistake," lashic snorted to himself. His man saw him approaching and looked more worried than normal.

"My King! I-is that… the Sorcerer King?" The general asked with disbelief in his voice.

"Indeed… it seems he has saved me the trouble of invading his lands and decided to fight me here for some reason," Those words made the mans worried look turn to panic.

"T-then are we retreating? Reports have sa…" the general was saying when his head fell from his body. Lashic wiped his hands clean of blood and threw the damp rag on the shocked man's face that looked up at him from the ground. The near insinuation that they would retreat from this idiot angered him to no degree… that man had daughters he remembered… they would also pay the price for such stupidity… it would be a fun way to celebrate his victory after he'd raped the Holy Queen. Another general made his way to lashic.

"You've been promoted to that idiot's position… now go fetch me my gear… all of it!" The man did not second guess those words and ran for their carriage where the powerful relics of past heroes lay.

Lashic looked fondly on his equipment as servant rushed to dress him in it. The first item was a double-sided sword spear. Each end of the staff had a curved blade that came from the ends. The golden end surged with holy lightning power while the tail of the weapon shimmered with darker energy. This was 'Death Stroke' a weapon that would kill instantly from any damage inflicted with the dark side and could shoot powerful attacks from it's lighter side… he wondered which end he'd choose to kill The Sorcerer King with.

The second were a pair of gauntlets that would quadruple his physical strength and speed.

The third was a breastplate that had an emblem of tree etched on its chest, it would offer him near-perfect immunity to any kind of dark magic, how lucky he was fighting a Necromancer…

The fourth was his boots. These would allow him to literally step on thin air as if it were solid land. While not technically 'flying' the effects would be the same and he'd be able to approach this caster who no doubt planned to fly out of his reach and rain down magic on him like a coward.

The last was his trump card, a ring he'd never need to use but wore just incase some trick was afoot.

Allowing him to wear these would be the biggest regret this Dark Elf would ever know. As he was now properly equipped for battle Lashic made his way back to the head of his camp. He half expected to watch Momonga run in fear as soon as he laid eyes on the powerful artifacts he now wore… but his reaction was much more subdued than all that.

"Is… that it?" the necromancer asked, sounding very unimpressed… he was clearly trying to hide his fear behind false bravado.

"Yes… this is all I'll need to kill a fool like you… now then, would you like to cast your spells or should i just chop that ugly head from your shoulders?"

"Um no… you should prepare more… I assume you can buff yourself with magic or martial arts?" Lashic wondered what that word "buff" meant but quickly realized he was allowing him to cast enhancement abilities. Lashic smiled coyly.

"And you will be doing nothing during this time?"

"Oh… I will, I'll be doing the same… I'll use a buff for everyone you do… in the name of a fair PvP match." Another weird word… what was PvP? Maybe a term his land used for kings fighting? It did not matter.

"Fine… {FLOW ACCELERATION}" Lashic used his first ability.

"[LOPSIDED DUEL]" Momnga used a spell Lashic had never heard of, it did not mater the fool was already in his range of attack. He prepared his next abilities.

"{MENTAL ENHANCEMENT}"

"[BODY OF EFFULGENT BERYL]"

"{BODY STRENGTHENING}"

"[DISCERN ENEMY]" Momonga chuckled a bit after casting this spell but Lashic did not let that break his concentration.

"{ABILITY BOOST}, {GREATER ABILITY BOOST}"

"[FREEDOM], [GREATER LUCK]"

"{PACE OF THE WIND}"

"[GREATER HARDENING]"

"{OPEN MIND}" Lashic's body was overflowing with power, the world around him slowed as his internal speed was elevated and all his abilities reached their full potential. The last one he used had sealed his victory, nothing this world had ever seen could topple him at these heights of power.

"[GREATER MAGIC BARRIER]" Momonga waited to see if he would continue.

"Is that all?" The Necromancer asked, sounding as bored as Lashic was most of his long life.

"Is that… it's enough… we've put this off for too long… let's go," lashic said with a smile. He did enjoy the opportunity to go "all-out" even if it was against a fool like this.

There was an explosion of released power as Lashic kicked off the ground and went into the air far above his opponent who was standing still, probably not aware he'd even moved yet, casters were easiest to beat as they only relied on their magic and that made them predictable.

The Elf King spun his double-bladed weapon above his head, choosing to have some fun first he struck out with the holy end, he assumed his opponent would survive this attack given his affinity for magic and that last spell seemed to provide some kind of protection, he would relish this fight.

With the clap of thunder, the power of the weapon was released. The shimmering blade cut into the chest of Momonga which was followed by a huge lightning strike that shook the very gates they fought in front of. His physical speed was so unmatched that he was already attacking again with a thrust from the same side. Again the sound of thunder and another huge crack of lighting enveloped the confident Dark Elf.

Lashic landed jumped back and stood where he had been not milliseconds ago.

"Too easy…" Lashic muttered with a smile on his face. His attack had been more effective than he thought it would be. While the magical gear the Dark Elf wore was unphased, his flash had been evaporated and all that stood was a boney face and hands… he'd reduced the haughty king to nothing but bones!

"And to think I thought I was going to have some fun first… what a shame." Lashic muttered. But the Skeleton moved, flipping up the raven Black hood over his head.

"Oh… that's right I took damage from all that… you broke the [POLYMORPH SPELL], it won't do to have people see me like this..." Lashic looked in shock as the animated bones talked and moved as if…

"Undead… you are…" The black, eyeless sockets flared red with sinister flames that burned like the coals of hell.

"Nothing gets past you, huh? Anyway…" The undead King began to float in the air as if trying to get into position to do as Lashic assumed he would. The fact his enemy was undead masquerading as a Dark Elf did not change the fact he was a caster caught in the range of an overwhelmingly strong melee fighter… the result would be the same, it just might take a bit longer…

"That won't work…" As Momonga soared into the air Lashic ran up the air, using his boots, to follow him, range was his best bet of beating The true Elf King! He easily closed the gap Momonga had tried to make and attacked with both sides, knowing the "instant death" ability of his weapon would not work on something already dead, but that no longer mattered.

"Foul undead…" the war blades cut deep gashes into the bony frame of the caster, shards of bone splashed out at each powerful strike. The gates to the city rattled from the shockwaves created by these magically boosted attacks.

Momonga buckled from the attacks. This allowed lashic to deliver a skull-crushing attack with his fist in the form of a downward punch. Momonga was driven back to the earth from this attack and the impact created a huge cloud of dust after the sound of breaking rocks shook the area.

Lashic's body was now beginning to feel the strain of his multiple martial arts and he was glad the fight was over. But a dark and evil voice came out of the fog of war his impact had created.

"[TRIPLE MAXIMIZE, MAGIC OBSIDIAN SWORDS]." Then, out of the dust flew three black weapons that shone with dark magical energy. His increased perception allowed him to dodge the first, deflect the second and parry the third blade. But even still he could feel the tremendous weight of the blades and he was knocked out of the air.

"HA!" He contorted his body to remain upright and landed with the grace that an elven king should.

"That was what he was waiting for!" Lashic didn't like that he'd fallen for his opponent's ploy but as expected, it did not even work.

"Not bad… I've never seen a spell-like that before…" he said as he stood straight up, his guard raised. Momonga smiled and pointed up.

"It's not exactly over…" Lashic looked up and saw the three dark blades he'd avoided damage from coming down at him.

"Shit!" Lashic moved to avoid the missiles of death that came crashing down around him. The black blades crashed into the ground around Lashic, missing but leaving an impression in the ground where they landed.

"No… those should have hit me… he either messed up his spell or… missed on purpose…" Lashic muttered to himself as he inspected the area around him, he fell back, feeling too pressured to attack now.

"No…" he realized he'd just given the undead caster even more range to cast spells… a critical mistake!" he cursed his own overreaction to the unexpected attacks. He expected his opponent to be readying another spell, as he was wide open for such an attack.

But no attack came. Lashic looked around. Momonga simply was standing… waiting.

"What's his game? Is he so confident that he is…" Lashic's blood ran cold. He knew what was happening… Momonga was toying with him! This might be a fight he can't win just yet. But as he had time to talk he took it.

"I see… your magical "buffs" must be you're so strong… I see I fell for your trap by allowing you to use them…" Lashic said but Momonga shook his head.

"Well… yes they increase my power but I assumed you level 100 or so… in reality you're closer to 85… I never needed them" Then he sighed loudly.

"100… 85… what are these ratings? Either way…" Lashic decided it would be best to fall back and let his men wear down Momonga's Mana, he knew casters were useless without such resources, and he had a ring that would let him do just that.

"Sorry undead… but this fight has grown annoying on my part, so I bid thee farewell…" Lashic said with a cocky smile before activating the teleporting ability of his ring. It lit up and it's light swallowed Lashic as he mocked Momonga with a laugh.

"Hahaha...eh?" But once the spell was complete he was still looking at Momonga. They were in the back rank of his army who suddenly gave the two fighters room when they appeared among them instantly.

"What? I don't…"

"Yeah… I figured you'd try something like that, the first spell I cast prevents you from using any escape mechanics, anywhere you teleport, I will automatically follow, we are bound until this duel is over," Momonga explained.

'M-MEN! ATTACK HIM!" Lashic yelled out, interrupting the caster. His men exchanged a glance or two and moved toward Momonga, he simply shook his head.

"[CRY OF THE BANSHEE]" A loud shriek echoed through the ranks of the army and all who heard it, save The Elf King, simply fell over dead.

"W… wh...I…" Lashic looked around, horrified. Every man and woman he'd brought was now lying on the ground motionless.

"What WAS that?" Was all he could get out. Momonga's eye flared again with hate and power.

"Death."

"Death? I can SEE they are dead but what KIND!?"

"Instant… you're lucky you're as strong as you are or you'd be there with them." A nervous smile made its way on Lashics face.

"T-then I'm too powerful for you death magic… haha," his laughter was not one of happiness or joy but a man on the brink of losing his sanity. Momonga shook his head.

"No… I'm merely trying to put on a good show for those humans back there, speaking of which…". Momonga silently cast a spell. As Lashic blinked, Momonga was gone.

"Where…" Lashic swung his head in all directions looking for the litch king. No where.

"Did… he… run?... no…" it would make no sense for the one winning the fight to run… he must be invisible.

"You used a martial arts I've never seen before… "King of Kings" you called it… tell me what does it do?" Momonga's voice came from all around him, so he wanted to talk while giving the illusion of fighting?

Lashic smiled.

"Show yourself and I'll be happy to show you…" Lashic taunted.

"Hmmm… alright, fair enough…

Meanwhile from the gates of the Capital city the human inhabitants watched on in awe. Among those humans were the two girls who had been tasked with asking for help.

"Miss Kelart… what is happening? His Majesty The Sorcerer King is winning, right?" Neia asked as she clutched her fathers bow in her hands. Her dark eyes were wide with amazement at the show of magic and power from this clash of titans.

"He… I think he just killed every elf soldier just now… assuming he hasn't used too much mana…" But even kelart sounded not sure, while it certainly seemed like Momonga was doing well… anything could happen in battle.

"But His Majesty…"

"Is not using magic we saw on the level when he killed the Demihumans... "

"Well… he still just killed over 100 men instantly…" Neia said, wanting to believe Momonga was in not too much danger. Kelart frowned and saw the worried look on her squires face.

"But… The Sorcerer King does seem to be handling The Elf King fairly well so…" he reluctantly admitted, mostly to bolster Neia's mood. It worked as more light sprang into Neia's expression as she clutched the bow harder.

"Yes… I believe his Majesty will win!" Neia said loudly so those around here, who were also worried, could hear. Her words seemed to calm the nerves of all who heard her and they silently nodded with hopeful smiles of their own.

The entire length of the wall was lined with the guards who all watched on with hope and worry in their eyes, many were uttering prayers, others just clutched their spears with nervous tension.

Neia looked them over and raised her voice even higher.

"The Sorcerer King is fighting for us, his allies! It will be fine! Everyone... " Neia tried to make her small voice carry as far as she could, lucky the crowd had been dead silent the whole time so her uplifting words were caught by many. Kelart looked in silent surprised by how she had changed the mood of those that had heard her voice support for the foreign king who was fighting on their behalf.

"Neia… keep it up…" Kelart whispered as she could even sense a shift in the mood of the other soldiers who were too far away to hear her but were receiving the message still though body language or others talking about her words.

"Oh… uh, yes…" Neia jumped up on the edge of the wall, elevating her head above the rest. Many took notice and looked up at her. She cleared her throat before continuing on.

"Y-YES! His majesty The Sorcerer King is fighting for us! See? Even against the man who has been terrorizing our great lands His Majesty stands firm against such a threat! And why is His Majesty doing this? Not for payment or glory, but because he has declared us his allies… he fights for all of us… please… lend him your aid… Let him know his fight is not meaningless… that we care and appreciate his struggle on our behalf!"

Her voice was loud and carried by the wind. Even more heard her and nodded in agreement. Neia slung her bow over her back and began using arm gestures, pointing to the fight and the city when talking about them respectively.

"His Majesty needs to know we care! Show him! Applaud… applaud his amazing power!" She cried out as she slapped her own palms together over and over in an exaggerated clapping motion.

At first there was no response people simply looked toward her direction. Some looked at the ones around them to see if they would clap but none initially moved a hand. Until…

Clap clap clap…

Someone began clapping far in the back of onlookers. All turned to see who it was. Queen Claca stood at the end of the watchers, she was holding up her hands and hitting them together loudly over and over…

"The Holy Queen…" people muttered. Then more.

Clap clap clap clap…

More joined their queens applause and began nodding enthusiastically.

Clap clap clap…

Even more, then more, it spread among the thousands like a wave. Slow at first but gaining momentum and strength. The sound of hands striking hands rose, then cheers…

"OUR SAVIOR!"

"He fights for US!"

"Even the Queen… The Queen acknowledges him!"

The musing from the crowd turned into admiration till the wave suddenly crashed to the front and broke in the sound of thunderous applause and cheers. People were cheering Momonga's name and asking for his grace, thanking him for his personal efforts… even the hard headed nobles that opposed becoming allies with a new and untested Kingdom respectfully clapped underneath their robes with wide smiles.

Soon all who were watching were screaming and yelling out support to The Sorcerer King.

"We… should help!"

"We'd just get in his way..."

"Yes, he clearly is handling the fight well…"

"I agree! I believe His Majesty the Sorcerer King will win for sure!"

"Kill that stupid Elf King!"

The shouts came from all around. Soldiers threw down their shields and spears in order to better show their support and clap louder, yelling support at the top of their voices they removed their helmets so Momonga could better hear their admiration.

The Queen met the eyes of Neia and smiled with a nod. Neia, who was overjoyed to see such a response bowed in gratitude.

Back on the battlefield, among the crumpled and dead elf soldiers, Lashic turned toward the noise that was rising from the city he had planned on crushing single handedly.

The Elf King glared angrily at the cheers that carried across the open field and spat. He was quickly realizing he stood no chance of winning this… nor could he escape…

"Dammit… I've been defeated?! Me? Curse you Momonga!" Lashic sneered into the air as he still could not figure out where the invisible Momonga could be.

"Happens to the weak… curse your own weakness, not me." The disembodied voice said.

"No… you will not be victorious this day Sorcerer King… you may kill me… but you will not save that city you care so much about!" Leashic cried as he reached for the pink necklace around his neck.

Lashic took hold of Hearts Content, one of "the 20" world items that had escaped the ownership of Nazarick thanks to the actions of Peroronchino.

"Wait!" Momonga showed himself, his skeleton hands stretched out to grab the necklace. But it was too late…

"I'll have every person in that city torn to shreds and I will trap you with it! You should have killed me outright and not toyed with me you fool!"

"No… that won't…" Momonga yelled in protest as the necklace shattered in the Elf King's hands. Lashic stood dumbfounded as the necklace was gone… and the city before him remained.

"What? I don't understand…" Lashic muttered as his stressed eyes looked on in anger.

"You idiot… you can only use it once… now it could be… literally anywhere!" Momonga cursed in frustration. To think his opponent would do something so stupid out of desperation.

But there was something else that had changed. The Slane Theocracy capital, the one trapped in the necklace, now stood at the back of the Elf King. An entire city had suddenly appeared out of thin air to all who looked on.

The applause and cheers slowly faded as the people were overtaken by shock or surprise. Even in this battle of the strongest… nobody had predicted something like this would ever happen.

Momonga stood speechless as he looked at the empty giant city that was before him. Lashic seized this moment. He lunged with his blade and drove it into Momonga's chest.

"GAH!" Momonga groaned, mostly from surprise, as the magical weapon hit and knocked Momonga back, cracking his chest bones and carving out damage on the undead King.

Not having the need to recoil from pain Momonga quickly reached out, his long claw like boney hand wrapping neatly around The Elf Kings face and head.

"GAK!" He tried to scream as his weapon thrashed about wildly, striking Momonga a few more time. Momonga simply took the damage, seemingly uninterested in it's effect.

"Well… while I'd love to simply kill you here… I can think of one or two more important uses for you back in the dungeons of my lair… Demiurge and Zesshi will also like to have a word and as Zesshi is now my daughter in law… of a kind… I'd like her decision be final in what becomes o f you my dear Elf King…"

Lashic had been thrashing around but the single eye that could look through the crack fingers of Momonga glared at him with as much hate he'd ever seen anyone muster.

"Oh yes, she is with her husband right now, but upon their return I would think it'd be nice to reunite the two of you…"

"Shherrshhi!?" The crushed mouth of Lashic made it hard to pronounce his daughters name.

"Oh… but I do need to make look like I'd killed you so…[FLY]..." Momonga and Lashic both soared high into the air, he was still some ways off from the cheering crowd and his back was turned to them so he could afford to fight in his natural state a bit more. After they had reached a suitable height...

"[PARALYZING TOUCH]." The struggling and flailing body of The Elf King instantly became limp in his hand and his body hung like a bag of meat from the hand of Momonga.

"And now... " Momonga said as he let go of Lashic's head. The unmoving body fell a good distance till he crashed into the hard ground, kicking up a huge plume of dust. Another cheer echoed behind him as the onlookers could see the fight was over.

"Well, looks like I've made the impression I wanted to… oh but…" he reached into his cloak and used the scroll within, recasting [POLYMORPH] and taking his Dark Elf form once again. The yet, unrevealed Hanzo units that had been tailing Lashic the entire time appeared around his still prarlyzed body and recover it, taking it back to his final destination.

As he flew back to the city he could see The two women who he'd spoken to in E-Rantel at the head of the crowd. The one called Kelart was smiling and clapping along with everyone else. Neia, while clapping and smiling, still scowled at him, she clearly could not hide her true feelings, but why did this one girl out of the crowd hate him so much? He got a worried feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"King Momonga!" Another female voice called out. In the back he saw The Holy Queen Calca, standing with her followers and clapping with a large smile on her face.

"Well in the end she was the only one I needed to win over."

"You did it! T-thank you for saving my Kingdom… again," she bowed, publicly to him, he raised his hand to stop her.

"He was a threat that only I could defeat so it almost seemed my responsibility at some point. But we should retire to less…"

"Yes of course we will be waiting for you in my throne room," She bowed again and walked with Kelart catching up. Momonga cast [MESSAGE].

"Demiurge… it's done,"

"Yes Lord Momonga, we've just received Lashic in Nazarick, he'll be made ready." Demiurges happy voice said in his head.

"Alright but… we did not get Hearts Content back… he used it and now the former capital of Slane Theocracy is only a couple of miles away from the Capital of The Holy Kingdom…" Momonga felt terrible reporting bad news to Demiurge who always worked so hard on his behalf.

"Yes Lord Momonga, exactly as you've planned it, yes?" The unsurprised voice of Demiurge said.

"As I…" He began but the laughing voice of Demiurge was too curious.

"You had worded it so perfectly my Lord… 'all of his possessions' will be yours' that city was one of his… literal… possessions, so we now have a city sized embassy located next door to the capital of the Holy Kingdom, this is the brilliant move you made sure I could understand, correct?" Again the voice of Demiurge was sincere.

"O-oh… yes, but it seems you were still able to glean that much, I am very impressed with you Demiurge!" Momonga said, scratching the back of his head.

"Your praise is appreciated My Lord! So, allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your new foothold of power… with this all major lands of man, save for Re-Estize belong to us! And you did it while under stress of the Lord Peronchino situation..." Momonga frowned. It was true he'd used this to help not think of the fact that his friend and family were still unreachable.

"No news from his unit then?"

"Still none my Lord, but Lupusrgina will be at the forest soon enough and we hope to hear from her shortly. There are no problem, correct?"

"Well… there may be one that nags me… there is a girl here, the one called Neia Barahja, it seems she may know something as it's pretty clear she hates me… if she says something to the Queen… it may be best to eliminate her soon to stop this from happening." There came a long pause from Demiurge.

"Interesting I had thought… well, then… I'll send someone to kill her tonight and make it look like a natural death of course… Oh! Cz Delta, um, Shizu is already in the Kingdom incase you needed a personal servant to attend to you as she is a maid… she'd be the perfect one to use in this… tying up of loose ends."

"That's perfect, have Shizu take care of her tonight then as you said… other than that one small thing I believe all is fine here and we can proceed, I will be talking to the Queen."

"As you sih My Lord, Nazarick eagerly awaits your triumphant return!" And with that the [MESSAGE] ended.

As Momonga talked with Queen Calca it was as Demiurge had said… Calca recognized the City Capital of Slane Theocracy to be the sole property of Momonga and thus, official territory of the Sorcerous Kingdom. He already had undead and golem units filling it's bloodstained streets, collecting everything that could be put to use by Nazarick, as well as cleaning up the city itself as this would be the second city officially under his control.