"Ah, Mare, back again?"
"H-hello Demiurge. I got more elves." Mare was dragging behind him two limp forms, their legs gruesomely shattered. With their wills similarly broken, it wasn't as if the elves had tried to escape, but Mare simply did not feel like going after them if they did.
"Thank you, Mare. I'm sure Ainz-sama would be delighted by your contributions."
"Ehehehe." Mare smiled as he twisted a phantom ring on his left hand.
Demiurge smiled back. It was a gentle smile rarely seen outside of Nazarick. "Do be careful though. I've investigated the last group you brought me and it seems these slaves are part of a conspiracy against us."
"W-what should we do then?"
"Just play along for now. We are being provided with an easy source of elves, after all." Demiurge examined the unconscious bodies, taking care not to touch the rabble. "You've also seen how Ainz-sama nodded at me back when we were in Nazarick. This is clearly all part of his plan, to allow these fools to experience hope before crushing it in such a way that they could never hope again. Ainz-sama, in his infinite wisdom, has already foreseen all this."
"A-as expected of Ainz-sama!"
"Indeed." Demiurge's eyes gleamed as an arm caught his interest. "Perfect… exactly a quarter of a meter."
"A quarter of a meter?"
"Precisely so. I was in the process of making a desk for Ainz-sama, and this bone would fit nicely." Demiurge tapped the ground near the elf's arm with his foot, then looked at Mare thoughtfully. Craftmanship was a great hobby of his, and he felt that Mare, with his simple nature, would enjoy it as well. "Say, Mare, would you care to join me?"
Mare thought of the throne that Demiurge had once built. It had a lot of bones in it. He blushed. "Ah, um, maybe next time? I-I should be going now."
"I see. Well, until next time?"
As Mare waved in acknowledgement, Demiurge vaguely wondered if he should set up another base of operations within the Empire.