Overlordly broken

by oblivon2991

"Everything has a beginning has an end" as the saying goes. In the last day of the popular VRMMO named YGGRADASIL in the notorious guild named Ainz Ooal Gown not only Momonga remained to upkeep and manage the guild. There was an another member who helped him and stayed with him until the very end. Let's find out what happens next. (Completed. Complete rewrite coming when ready)

17. If you poke me with your little fingers

Thank you for reading my fanfic and giving me a chance.

My mother language is not English, so please be patient about the grammatical issues.

I don't own the Overlord(オーバーロードŌbārōdo?) novel or anime series created by Kugane Maruyama.

I would like to thank the excellent job what the Skythewood translator team done with the light novel translation.

Without their hard and persistent work, I surely couldn't write this story.

Please review it I know I will make mistakes what I will intend to correct and try to learn from my mistakes and improve myself.

Thank you!

Now let's continue our little story!

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The Kingdom of Re-Estize and its capital, Re-Estize.

A country with a total population of 9 million, 'old' would be the best way to describe its capital. A place of history, the unchanging daily life, a dirty city that hides under the guise of antiquity, a static city— the place held various such meanings.

It was something that could be easily understood with a simple stroll through town.

Aside from the few actual houses on either side, the apparent harshness of the surroundings meant that freshness or splendor was sorely lacking. However, how this was interpreted was different depending on the individual. Indeed, there may be those who see it as the tranquil atmosphere of a land rich with history. Others could see it as a dull city, endless in its stagnation.

It looked as if the capital would continue to exist as is, even if there was nothing that was immune to change.

The capital had many roads that were left unpaved. Because of this, if such places became wet from the rain, they would turn into mires that raised doubts over whether one was truly inside a city. This did not mean that the Kingdom was poor. You could not compare them with places like the Theocracy or Empire.

With the roads being narrow, people did not walk in the middle of the path — in the way of the carriages — instead, they squeezed through the sides in a disorderly manner. The Kingdom's citizens were already used to such congestion and walked like they were trying to slip through the cracks, skilfully avoiding others heading in the opposite direction.

Despite this, the path Sebas was taking was different from the norm in that it was broad and paved with the seldom seen stone blocks.

The reason was obvious with a glance of the surroundings. As the central road of the capital, the houses that were lined up side-by-side were vast and magnificent, radiating a feeling of wealth.

As Sebas walked briskly with a dignified air, followed by the eyes of various middle-aged women and young ladies charmed by his elegance. Though there was the occasional woman who would brazenly send him a sultry gaze to his face, Sebas paid them no mind. With a straight back and steady eyes directed straight ahead, his feet did not falter for even a moment.

The feet that seemed to show no signs of stopping until it reached its destination suddenly halted and focused its attention on the carriage that was approaching from the side. It then turned ninety degrees and crossed the road.

At the place, he was heading to was an old woman. She was sitting next to a large carrying frame while massaging her ankles.

"Is there a problem?"

Surprised at having been suddenly approached by a stranger, the old woman raised her face, revealing a pair of wary eyes. But that suspicion immediately weakened upon seeing Sebas' appearance and elegant attire.

"You seem to be having trouble. Is there any way I can be of assistance?"

"N-no, sir. Not at all."

"Please do not let it bother you. Extending a hand to those in need is a matter of course."

Sebas showed a bright smile, causing the old woman to blush. The attractive smile from the gentleman overflowing with charisma shattered her last vestige of defense.

Having finished peddling from her street stall, the old woman was returning home when she sprained her ankle and had found herself in an awkward situation.

Even though the area around the road generally maintained a decent public order, it didn't mean that the people who traversed here were all law-abiding citizens. It was still possible to run into bad luck by asking the wrong type of people for help and end up losing both the money and goods. Knowing that such incidents were the reality, the old woman could not blindly ask for help and was at a loss.

Then it was simple.

"I will accompany you. May I ask you to guide me?"

"Good sir, will that really be alright?!"

"Of course. It is customary to help those in need."

Sebas turned his back to the old woman who was thanking him repeatedly.

"Then, please get on."

"T-that's…"

The old woman's embarrassed voice.

"I'll end up dirtying your clothes!"

However—

Sebas showed a kind smile.

Just how was having one's clothes dirtied significantly? Something like that did not even merit a cause for concern when helping others.

He was suddenly reminded of his comrades in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Their strange expressions; scowling faces that showed obvious contempt. And at the head would be Demiurge. But no matter what he may say, Sebas firmly believed that this was right.

Helping others was the right thing to do.

Having convinced the old woman through her repeated refusal, he carried her on his back and lifted the luggage with one hand.

The sight of him lifting such a heavy object without even a falter drew a sigh of awe from not only the old woman but from those around them.

With her as his guide, Sebas began to walk.

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Scene Change: Unknown Village:

"Preparations here are complete."

"Perfect."

Moderate voices rang out, and a small voice soon answered in response.

"I know since I'm watching. I'll move to the next location. I have to capture the one with the highest authority here."

This was also a female voice. But this one had a high-pitch tone that lacked maturity and exuded the feeling of a child.

"Then our side will start the attack. What about the other two?"

"Don't tell me they're playing around somewhere since they don't get a turn?"

"No way. They're hiding outside, near the village. The plan is for them to mount an attack from the front and rear if there's an emergency. Alright then. I'll be moving to our top priority. You two follow the plan as well."

Their invisible comrade — even if it's just her presence — rose into the air. She was moving through the air using Flight.'

The presence that grew farther and farther away soon disappeared towards the building that she referred to as the top priority. It was one of the few buildings that existed in the village as well as a key location that needed to be secured first and foremost.

Usually, they would want to prioritize a different building. But the reason that place, in particular, was a priority was that of the 'Message' magic.

Many shirk this magic, calling it unreliable. At the same time, there are those who are unconcerned and use it regardless. The Empire that is ahead of even the Kingdom when it comes to nurturing the growth of magic casters, those who want information as soon as possible, and the enemy who rules this village. As such, it was necessary first to secure the liaison agent located in that building.

Now that their comrade was headed there, they also had to lie in wait at their assigned location. Everyone had to match the timing and finish their assault while they were still undetected.

The two ninjas exhaled and ran onwards.

Moving to and fro in the darkness, they would be invisible to an ordinary person. No, if they used their equipped magic item as well, even adventurers would have a hard time spotting them. In other words, no one in the village could see the two women with their eyes.

Her comrade who was running at her side skilfully moved her fingers. Although it looked as if she was just wriggling them around, the other who saw it read their meaning—

"It's fortunate that they don't have any dogs."

She answered 'agreed' with her fingers.

It was a sign language used by assassins. At their level of expertise, they could communicate as fast as they could speak. Although they had taught it to their other allies, regrettably, the best they could manage were simple phrases or commands. On the other hand, both the speed and vocabulary of their signing was at a level where they could have daily conversations and would often use them to have secret chats with one another.

"I know what you mean. It makes this easier since they won't be attracted to the scent of blood."

If the enemy had hounds, then this would not have been this easy. Although they had prepared ways to incapacitate them, nothing was more welcomed than avoiding unnecessary work.

As soon as she replied, her comrade's fingers moved rapidly.

"Then I'll be heading to my target building."

As soon as she answered affirmative, the comrade who had been running by her side split from her.

Now alone, she looked at the fields with her peripheral vision while operating at high speed.

What was being cultivated was not a grain like barley or vegetables. It was the raw ingredient plant of the illegal and most prevalent drug in the Kingdom, Black Dust. Surrounded by these tall walls, the many fields in the village all grew the same plant. It was proof that this village was one of the bases for producing these drugs.

Black Dust, also called Laira Powder, this drug was a dark powder that was mixed and taken with water.

It was easy to mass produce and thus sold cheaply. Thanks to the smooth high and euphoria, it was the most popular drug in the Kingdom. Not only that, many believed that the drug was not addictive and that it had no side effects, causing it to be spread far and wide.

She remembered that false information and snorted back a laugh.

A drug like that did not exist anywhere. 'I can quit whenever I want' was it? There should be a limit to such naivety. The results from testing the fluids from a black dust addict had shown that the user's brain had shriveled to about eighty percent of the average brain size.

Made from a plant that originally grew in the wild, Black Dust is a powerful drug. It is a wonder how people can believe that such a poisonous plant would not be addicting. The reason that the Black Dust circulating through the town is listed as an anesthetic is that the cultivated plants that it was made from were less potent.

Nevertheless, the drug was still powerfully addicting and took a long time for it to leave the user's system entirely. As a result, it would often be the case that the user takes the drug again before it has a chance to leave the body. If Bishops do not use magic to draw it out forcefully, the addict will eventually reach a stage in their addiction where it will be nearly impossible to quit of their own volition completely.

The troublesome part of the frightening drug was that it had weak withdrawal symptoms. Even if an addict experiences a bad trip, they will not react violently or cause harm to their surroundings. That was why the Kingdom's higher-ups did not actually understand its dangers and mostly ignored the Black Dust. Instead, they opt to focus their efforts on exposing other drugs. It is no wonder that the Empire even suspects that the Kingdom may be secretly aiding in its production.

During her days spent living as an assassin, she had used drugs if the situation called for it. And because her organization had cultivated similar plants as well, she didn't have any ill feelings on the matter. Even drugs can be greatly effective if used with caution. They were not too different from a medicinal plant with dangerous side effects, so to speak.

However, this was a request, and her personal opinions were not a problem. Only that—

"… Requests that aren't made through the Adventurer Guild are dangerous."

She frowned beneath the mask. The client this time was a friend of the team leader. Despite the fair reward, accepting a request that bypasses the guild could have troublesome repercussions in the future, even if they were one of the only two adamantium class adventurer teams in the Kingdom.

"Hmm? Was it three now?" she wondered

Now that she mentioned it, she remembered hearing that a new adamantium class team was formed in the Kingdom not long ago— while having such thoughts, the woman arrived near the building that they had codenamed No. 2.

Her role was to collect every scrap of information in this building. Afterward, she was to set fire to the field.

Although it was true that the smoke from the burning plants was poisonous, it had to be done in order to complete her mission. Depending on the wind, it may even end up affecting the villagers. There was neither the time nor method for evacuation.

"Necessary sacrifice." Thought the woman, as she told herself as she tossed the safety of the villagers out of the window.

Raised as an assassin, the loss of human life almost never affected her emotionally. She wouldn't even bat an eye, especially if they were strangers. She only disliked the leader's expression when there were casualties. But since this plan had the leader's approval, she did not feel even a shred of desire to save them.

And more importantly, they had to use teleportation magic as soon as the attack was over so they could move to another village and repeat the job. Her head was filled with nothing but thoughts about the plan.

This was not the only village where the ingredient for the drug was being cultivated. According to their investigations, there were twelve large-scale plantations in the Kingdom. Most likely, there were still more that they have yet to find. Otherwise, there was no way to explain the amount of the drug that has spread throughout the Kingdom's lands.

"Weeds have to be pulled as soon as they sprout… Even if a lot of it is fruitless, it's the only way."

If they found something like written orders in this village, then that would be a stroke of luck. Regrettably, it was never that easy. They could only hope that the one in charge of this village would know something.

"The leader will be happy if we can get even a small piece of information on the organization."

The powerful syndicate that cultivated the drug was named "Eight Fingers," named after the eight fingers of the God of Theft, subordinate to the God of Earth. They were the group that controlled the underworld of the Kingdom.

The criminal organization was divided into eight categories: slave trafficking, assassinations, smuggling, larceny, drug trade, security, banking, and gambling. Their reach extended to every criminal group in the Kingdom and the sheer size of the organization meant that they were shrouded in mystery.

On the other hand, what was plain to see was how much influence they wielded in the Kingdom. The village sprawled out before she was proof of that.

They cultivate illegal plants in plain sight. That alone was enough to implicate the noble of the land as an accomplice. But charging him would not lead to a conviction.

It would be a different story if the royal family or someone from the judicial authority were to investigate the matter. But even so, it would be difficult to reach a guilty verdict when it involved the feudal aristocracy. The nobles of this land will claim that they did not know that the plant could be used as an ingredient in drugs. They may even accuse the villagers of acting on their own volition to shift the blame.

Public denouncement was ineffective and trying to forcibly curb the circulation of the drug was almost impossible with the organization bribing the nobles with influence over the distribution channels.

That was why the only option left was violence, burning the fields as the last resort.

In all honesty, she believed that even if she burned the drugs here, it wouldn't even make a dent in their operations. With their fingers even in politics, that was how powerful the organization was.

"A bid for time… If we don't make a decisive attack someday, then even this will be useless." The woman murmured under her nose.

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Scene Change: Capital of the Re-Estize Kingdom: Inn:

Climb walked down the Kingdom's main street. With nothing noticeable about his outer appearance, Climb thoroughly blended into the crowd.

Needless to say, he was not wearing his eye-catching full plate armor. Using a particular alchemy item would allow him to change the color of the armor, but he didn't feel the need to go so far just to have it on with him.

That was why his gear was light; a chain mail beneath his clothes and a longsword at his waist to set him apart from the average citizen.

His current equipment was similar to those of patrolmen and mercenaries, the kind one could find anywhere. It was somewhat enough for others to keep a respectable distance, but not so heavily armed that the crowd would part before him.

A person who was heavily armed would no doubt be an adventurer. They armed themselves to be noticeable rather than out of necessity. Adventurers who wore gear that made them stand out were not uncommon. It served as a form of advertisement for their services. There were those among them who went for an especially novel appearance so that they would leave a strong impression and spread rumors to sell their name. It was the trademark of an adventurer.

But the people that Climb was on his way to meet had no need for such antics. The members of Blue Rose spread rumors simply by walking down the street.

As he headed towards his destination, suddenly he collided with a stranger because he lost in his thoughts. He fell to the ground because of the force of the collision between him and an unknown figure. But the person who he has collided was stood firmly above him.

He looked up. It was a dark skinned woman. However, he only saw her face what was hid under a strange eagle shaped hood, because she towered above his form on the ground.

Her figurine was quite slender but if you looked at her. You could see she had a not too big not too small chest and modest proportions. Perfectly fit for her slender form.

Her exotic dark skinned face was beautiful, comparable to the Golden Princess. Her long white hair peeped out of her hood, and she had heteromorphic eyes. One of them was emerald green with little yellow distortions the other was purplish blue. She was quite short. Around 165 cm.

She wore a strange metallic suit what ended up in almost clawed fingers in her hands. And judging by its odd design and the numerous joints what adorned it in the motion points of the human body. It seemed it made especially its wearer. It seemed quite expensive.

Above the metallic suit, she wore an exquisite long coat. What seemed made from some kind of high-grade leather.

Besides, this she wore some kind of massive Great Sword on her back what was so huge. It seemed it can crush her at any moment. Climb saw this because the huge two-handed sword handle peeked out behind her head in a tilted position. On her waist, she wore a black katana, and some kind of runed Great Sword handle hanged on her waist another side on a rope. But it's blade was strangely missing.

He never saw such expensive equipment in his life.

"She is surely a high ranked adventurer. Maybe a new member of the Blue Rose?" Thought Climb

As she looked at the strange woman, his face reddened. Besides the Princess and Lady Lakyus, he had never seen such beautiful woman.

"Oh, sorry. I digress for a moment. Please forgive me." She stretched her hand towards Climb to help him up while smiled.

Climb hesitated for a moment. Then accepted the strange adventurer hand. "I-It's no problem. The fault is mine…" he said hesitantly.

The strange woman tilted her head while smiled. "Let's just say we are both fault in daydreaming while walking and just let it. Ok?" her voice was sweet as the honey. If Climb does not swear lifelong loyalty and love to the Golden Princess. He evidently has fallen into her in the first glance.

Climb gathered his courage and nodded. "Ok."

"My name is Raidyn by the way. It is nice to meet you." She introduced herself and stretched her hands towards Climb. Climb accepted it and shook it.

"My name is Climb." Replied the young man. "It is nice to meet you Raidyn-san." Raidyn smiled.

"Are you some kind of adventurer?" inquired Climb.

The white haired girl smiled while tilted her head. "You could say that. But my primary profession is Witcher you could call me a monster exterminator, private investigator or simply a problem solver if you like that more."

"Ah. I see… Could you be a new member of the Blue Rose?" asked the blonde young man.

"No, I am not. Why do you ask?"

"You know there are rumors about a new high ranked woman adventurer in the city. And I thought she is a new member of the Blue Rose." Explained Climb.

"Sorry. I am not. However, I heard much about their heroic deeds. Indeed, an impressive group. But I am mostly working alone." Corrected him Raidyn

Climb nodded as he processed the new information. "I see…"

"And you Climb-kun? What do you do for the living?" asked Raidyn interrupting Climb train of thoughts.

"I work as a bodyguard." Climb said hastily. He does not want to reveal his relationship with the Princess. It may cause trouble for her.

"Well, then Climb-kun. It was pleasant to meet you. If you need a sparring partner, exterminate monsters or investigate something don't hesitate to call me. Just ask for Raidyn in the Adventurer's Guild reception." Said Raidyn cheerfully.

Climb nodded firmly. "I will don't worry." But when he looked back to the place where Raidyn stood. She was nowhere to be seen. She was nowhere to be seen like Batman when you did not look at him. Batman simply disappears.

He looked around. "Strange. Where she went?" He searched her for a moment between the crowd of the main street. Then he sighed.

"It does not matter. With that expensive equipment of hers if I need something from her I will surely easily find her by just asking around in the city. But now, I need to get hurry or I might late with my meeting with the Blue Rose." He thought.

Not long after this. He reached the adventurer Inn where their meeting was organized. The inn for heroes could be seen by the side of the main street. The place had lodgings, a stable, and a yard large enough to swing a sword in. Behind its imposing outward appearance was an equally beautiful, decorated interior. The rooms were even fitted with windows made of clear glass.

As the highest class Inn in the Kingdom, it was a place where adventurers who were confident in their skill and could afford the expensive lodging costs gathered.

Climb ignored the guard standing at the side and opened the door to the inn.

The first floor doubled as a pub and a restaurant. Compared to the large parlor there were only a few adventurers. High-class adventurers were as rare to see as they were skilled.

The faint chatter in the room died down for an instant and eyes filled with curiosity focused on him. Climb ignored them and looked around.

There were only hardy adventurers everywhere he looked. Every one of them could easily beat Climb in a fight. Whenever he came to such a place, he apparently realized just how small he really was.

Climb stopped himself from being disheartened and moved his eyes to a particular spot in the inn.

In the farthest corner of the room, his eyes rested on the two figures sitting around a circular table.

One of them had a small stature and was wrapped in a jet-black robe.

The face was hidden not because of the lighting. Instead, it was entirely covered by a strange mask with a red jewel embedded in its forehead. The area around the eyes had a thin crack so that it was impossible even to tell the color of the pupils.

And the other figure...

Although the person before had a small body, the other possessed an overwhelmingly massive physique. Enough to make one think of a huge rock. In a way, the body could be described as plump, but not because it was fat. First, the arms were as thick as tree trunks. In order to support the head, the neck was as thick as an average woman's thighs, and the head resting on top of that neck was a square.

The chin was broad as to clench the teeth better for power, the eyes for scanning the surroundings looked like the eyes belonging to a carnivore. The blond hair was cut short strictly for functionality.

The chest hidden behind her clothes was conspicuously bloated by muscles trained over and over. It was no longer the breast of a woman.

The female-only adamantium rank adventurer team— Blue Rose.

They were two of its members, magic caster Evileye and warrior Gagaran.

Climb headed in their direction. The person whom he needed to speak to nodded her head and shouted in a husky voice.

"Yo, cherry boy!"

Once more, the stares focused on Climb, but there were no sounds of jeering. As if they had suddenly lost their interest, they turned away instead, with something akin to sympathy filling their eyes.

There was a reason for the cold treatment from the other adventurers. They knew that even for orichalcum or mithril rank adventurers, showing discourtesy to Gagaran's guest wasn't courage, only reckless bravado.

Even while she was being made fun of, Climb calmly walked forward. Since Gagaran wouldn't change her nickname for him no matter how often he asked, the most efficient method was to pretend that he gave up and no longer cared.

"It has been a long time, Gagaran-sam—san, Evileye-sama."

He approached the two and bowed his head.

"Yeah, long time no see. What, did you come here because you wanted to be embraced by me?"

While motioning with her chin to take a seat, Gagaran asked him with a beast-like grin across her face. But Climb shook his head with a blank expression.

This was also part of Gagaran's usual banter. Although it was a greeting, it did not mean that she was joking. If Climb ever replied in the affirmative, even in jest, Gagaran would immediately drag him to a room on the 2nd floor with overwhelming strength, without any chance for retaliation.

Gagaran, who would openly proclaim that plucking a 'fresh cherry' was her hobby, was that type of person.

Different from Gagaran, Evileye stared directly in front of her and showed no sign of turning her face. You could not even tell which direction the eyes beneath the mask were pointing.

"No. I'm here because of a request from Aindra-sama."

"Huh? From the leader?" said Gagaran with an uninterested tone.

"Yes. I will deliver her message." "It seems we'll have to move soon. I will explain the details when I return. Be ready for battle immediately."

"I got it. Hmm," Gagaran nodded with an affirmative nod. "You're sure going through a lot of trouble for something so trivial."

Climb remembered that he had something else to say to Gagaran who wore a wide grin.

"I had the fortune of being instructed in the sword by Stronoff-sama today. He praised the high vertical strike that you taught me in the past."

He had learned that move from her in this inn's backyard. Gagaran smiled brightly.

"Oh, that! Not bad at all. But…"

"Yes. I will not be satisfied and train harder."

"That's good and all, but assume that move will be blocked and start working on a skill to come after it."

Whether it was a coincidence or just common sense to first rate warriors, Gagaran's advice was very similar to Gazef's. Apparently misunderstanding Climb's surprised face, Gagaran continued to speak with a chuckle.

"Obviously, that vertical slash is meant to be a one-hit-kill. Normally, the correct way to go about it is to choose from an extensive repertoire of moves depending on the situation. But the thing is, that's impossible for you."

She was implying that it was because he had no talent.

"So work on a combination that consists of at least three attacks. Make it so that even if they're blocked, your opponent can't switch to the offensive."

Climb nodded.

"Well, if you're against monsters that have eight arms and such, it may not work. But it should be okay against humans. Even though having a pattern will be the end of you if it gets found out, it's still pretty useful against opponents that you meet for the first time. Think of something that will let you push forward over and over and over."

"I understand." Climb earnestly nodded his head.

This morning, only once could he push forward into Gazef like that. Everything else was blocked and countered.

But did that shake his confidence? No.

Did he fall into despair? No.

The opposite.

It was the opposite.

An ordinary person was able to get that close to the strongest warrior in the Kingdom, no, the surrounding countries. He also knew very well that his opponent had not been fighting seriously. But to Climb, who was walking a pitch black road completely devoid of light, it was more than enough of encouragement.

It told him that his efforts were not in vain.

When he remembered that, what Gagaran was trying to say touched his heart.

Even though he wasn't confident about whether or not he could successfully come up with a combination of attacks, the burning urge to do it still rose up from the bottom of his stomach. The next time he fought the Warrior Captain, he wanted to be strong enough to make him a bit more dangerous.

"…Now that I remember, didn't you ask Evileye for something awhile back? Was it magic training?"

"Yes."

Climb glanced over at Evileye. Back then, it was turned down by a scoff from inside the mask. No doubt that bringing up the same topic when nothing has changed will have the same result.

However—

"Kid."

He heard a voice that is hard to read.

Even disregarding the fact that it was through a mask, it held a very mysterious tone. Even with a mask, as long as the sound was not too thick, it should be possible to somewhat make out the timber of the voice. However, you could see neither the age nor emotion behind Evileye's voice. It was barely enough just to recognize the voice as female. It sounded like both an old woman and a young girl, flat and emotionless.

It was because Evileye's mask was a magic item, but why did she go that far in order to hide her voice?

"You don't have the talent. Try something else." Said the petite mage blandly.

A crude remark, as if that was all that she needed to say.

Climb himself knew at least that much better than anyone.

He did not have any talent for magic. No, not only magic.

No matter how much he swung his sword, no matter how much he bled, and hard his hands became from the blisters, he could not reach the level that he wanted. The wall that those with talent would quickly overcome, even that became an absolute obstacle that he could not traverse.

Even so, that was not a reason for him to be lazy with his efforts to cross over that wall. As long as he was talentless, the only thing he could do was believe that his efforts will allow him to take at least one step forward.

"It seems you can't accept it."

As if she read Climb's emotions beneath her expressionless iron mask, Evileye continued to speak.

"Those who possess talent have it from the very beginning... Some claim that talent is simply a bud that has yet to bloom and that everyone has it… Hmph. I see it as nothing more than envy. Words like that are so the inferior can console themselves. The leader of those famous thirteen heroes was the same."

The leader of the thirteen heroes; there was a legend that in the beginning, the hero was just an ordinary person. Although that person was weaker than anyone, the hero became the strongest by endlessly swinging a sword despite being covered in wounds. The hero possessed a power that could rise without end.

"But that person's talent had merely not bloomed at that time. You're different, even with the effort you're still only at that level. Talent undoubtedly exists. There are those who have it and those who do not. So… I won't tell you to give up but at least know where you stand."

Evileye's sharp words brought a curtain of silence. And it was she herself who broke that silence.

"Gazef Stronoff… now that one is a good example of a human with talent. Climb… do you believe that you can fill the difference between the two of you with hard work?"

His words wouldn't come out. It was only this morning that he experienced the distance between them which couldn't be overcome with training.

"Actually, he might not be a fair comparison. The only ones I know of who can rival his talent with the sword are the thirteen heroes. Gagaran here is reasonably skilled but still can't beat him."

"…Don't ask for the impossible. Gazef-ojisan is someone with one foot in the realm of heroes."

"Mmm. Word on the streets is that you are also a heroes... although the gender is a question mark."

Gagaran replied to Evileye's words with a laugh.

"Hey, hey, Evileye. Weren't the heroes considered to be monsters with talent that was in a different league— the type transcending the realm of humans?"

"… I won't deny it." Shrugged off the question Evileye.

"And I'm only human. It's impossible for me to reach the level of those heroes."

"… But you still possess talent. You're different from a human-like Climb. Climb, don't try to reach for the stars."

Climb knew that very well. But it was true that being told that he had no talent so repeatedly would make him feel disappointed. Even so, he had no intention of changing his ways.

It was because his body was for the princess

Sensing something akin to martyrdom from Climb, Evileye clicked her tongue behind her mask.

"…I guess you won't stop even if I say it like this."

"No." replied Climb in a dead tone.

"You are foolish, truly foolish." She shook her head, unable to understand him.

"Moving forward with an unreachable wish will definitely ruin your body. I'm repeating myself, but know where you stand."

"I understand what you are trying to say."

Evileye sighed. "But I see you have no intention of listening. You are beyond foolish. It will lead to an early grave. … Won't there be someone who will cry if you were to die?"

"Huh? What's this, Evileye? Were you bullying Climb because you were worried about him?" teased her Gagaran.

Evileye's shoulders slumped at these words. She grabbed Gagaran by the collar with her gloved hand and shouted as she stared at her.

"The meathead needs to shut her mouth!" Evileye growled to her adventuring companion.

"But I'm right, though, aren't I?" Gagaran shot a satisfied smirk towards her petite friend.

Evileye could not say a word to Gagaran who remained calm even when she had her by the collar. She leaned deeply into her chair and, trying to change the topic, turned her arrow to Climb.

"First, master your knowledge of magic. If your knowledge improves then, you may be able to predict the moves of your enemies who use magic. Then you will be able to respond appropriately."

"Hey, you know how many different spells there are, and you're telling him to study all of that? Aren't you too cruel?"

"That's not true. There is a common pool of spells that a magic caster typically focuses on. He can start by studying those." Enlightened her Evileye.

Evileye implied that if he couldn't even manage that, he should give up.

"No matter how many there are, he'll probably be able to manage if he can study the spells up to the 3rd tier."

"…Hey Evileye, you said Magic goes up to the 10th tier and that no one's managed to master them. But there's information on those? Why is that?"

"Hmm…" Evileye thought for a moment. She indeed mentioned such thing to her companions.

With the air of a teacher instructing a student, Evileye moved around in her robe. As she did so, suddenly, the noise from their surroundings felt distant. It was like a thin curtain had been draped over them and the table.

"Don't be alarmed. I merely activated a trivial item."

Just how cautious was she of others listening in? Realizing that Evileye's answer to Gagaran's question was important enough to warrant using an item, Climb fixed his posture in anticipation.

"In an old legend— one of the stories passed down; there exist a group called the Eight Greed Kings. Some call them beings who stole the power of God and ruled this world using their absolute strength."

Climb knew the story. As a fairy-tale, it was quite unpopular, but anyone who was somewhat educated knew about it.

To sum it up, the Eight Greed Kings appeared 500 years ago. Taller than the sky, the likeness of a dragon, the Eight Greed Kings destroyed numerous countries and ruled the world with their overwhelming strength. But in the end, their greed pitted them against one another and resulted in their demise.

Although the story was obviously unpopular, there were differing opinions on whether it was fact or fiction. Climb himself felt that the story was overly exaggerated. However, there were many among the adventurers who felt that they did, in fact, once exist; with a power greater than any that currently exist in present time.

The basis for their belief was the existence of the desert city far to the south. It is said that the town was built to be the capital back when the Eight Greed Kings ruled the continent.

While Climb was deep in his own thoughts, Evileye continued to speak.

"It is said that the Eight Greed Kings had a countless number of powerful items. And the greatest among them was an item called the 'Nameless Spellbook'… A grimoire by that name exists. There is your answer." Explained the masked woman.

"What? So you're saying that the spells are in that book?"

"Right. That magic item holds power beyond comprehension. They say that all magic is recorded in that grimoire. I have no idea what kind of magic it uses; there is a rumor that even newly created magic gets automatically recorded."

He knew about the legend of the Eight Greed Kings, but it was the first time that Climb had heard about such a book. He vaguely understood just how rare such an item was and remained silent while listening carefully.

"With it as the foundation, we were able to discover the existence of 10th tier spells. Of course, there are only a few who know of this story and the 'Nameless Spellbook.'"

Climb gulped loudly.

"Y-you do not have any plans to obtain that 'Nameless Spellbook'?" Climb asked in a trembling tone.

It was a question he wondered because they were the highest class adventurers.

But Evileye snorted back a laugh as if he had said something idiotic.

"Hmph. According to the person who's actually seen it, the strong magic guarding the grimoire prevents anyone without a strong sense of justice from touching it. An item that's worth a country will carry with it dangers to match. I know what I can and can't do, and I would rather not die a fool's death like the Eight Greed Kings."

"It's impossible. Even for the party whose, leader possesses a weapon of the thirteen heroes?"

"… In a different league, that one. Well, this is something I heard offhand as well so I can't be certain. The talk has gone off topic. Anyhow, there's your answer, Gagaran. Do you understand?"

And for some reason, Evileye showed a brief moment of hesitation before opening her mouth.

"Climb. Even if you desire power, don't give up your humanity."

"Give up on my humanity…? Are you speaking of the likes of demons that appear in stories?"

"That and others like turning into an undead or magic life forms."

"An average human cannot do something like that."

"That's true… but turning into an undead will often twist your heart as well. Desiring perfection, becoming an undead to achieve one's ideal… the heart will be tempted by the changing flesh and the resulting transformation will be terrifying."

A tinge of pity could be felt from the voice behind the emotionless mask. Evileye looked as if she was staring far off into the distance. Like she regretted something that she did before in the past. Gagaran watched her and spoke out cheerfully.

"Won't the princess be surprised if she wakes up one day and Climb became an ogre?"

As if she understood what was hidden behind Gagaran's comment, Evileye reverted to her unreadable voice.

"…Well, that's also another method. Transformation magic can be made so that its effects are only temporary. To put it simply, it's one way of raising your physical strength." Explained the masked adventurer.

"I would like to pass on that." Replied Climb.

"In regards to becoming stronger, it's quite effective. The physical capabilities of the human body are not very impressive. With the same talent, a more robust body would be more advantageous."

That was evident. If the skills were the same, the side with more power would have the upper hand.

"In reality, there were many among the thirteen heroes who were not human. Even if they are called the thirteen heroes, they numbered far more. It just so happens that only thirteen had legends attached to them. …"

"The battle against the Demon God was one that transcended the racial barrier. Those who wanted to put the focus on humans would be rather hesitant to perpetuate a legend where those of other races played an active role."

Evileye spoke with a cynical edge to her voice. The atmosphere then immediately shifted, and she continued, her tone heavy with nostalgia.

"The wielder of the cyclone axe was the Warrior Captain of the Air Giants. If any members of the elf royal family who possessed traits of the old elves were there… it would be Dark Knight, the original owner of Kilineyram— our leader's demonic sword. The Knight shared the blood of demons, a mixed blood."

"The Four Swords of Darkness…"

It is said that one of the thirteen heroes, the Dark Knight, wielded four swords: evil sword Hyumilis, demon sword Kilineyram, necrotic sword Colocudabar, and death sword Sufiz. The leader of Blue Rose, Lakyus, possessed one of them.

"Demon sword Kilineyram… the strongest Sword of Darkness that is said to be created from condensing endless dark energy. Hey, Evileye. Is it true that if you unleash its full power, it can shoot out enough darkness to swallow a country whole?" asked Gagaran

"What are you talking about?"

Evileye seemed perplexed.

"Our leader said so awhile back when we were alone. She was grabbing her right hand pretty hard and said something about how only a woman of faith like her can suppress its power."

"I've never heard of anything like that…"

Evileye tilted her head, thinking it odd.

"If the owner says so then it could be true."

"Then the thing about dark Lakyus who was born from her dark consciousness must be true too?"

"What?" Evileye asked in a confused tone.

"When was it, she was muttering that to herself while she was alone. I don't think she knew that I was there, so I eavesdropped a bit. 'I, the source of the darkness will take over your body once you let your guard down and release the demon sword's power.' Or something like that, it sounded pretty dangerous." Explained Gagaran to her friend.

"That's… not impossible I guess. Some cursed items do take over their owners. …If that happens to Lakyus, then it won't be a laughing matter."

"She told me to keep it a secret, but that's a little… you know? I asked her about it personally, but her face got really red and told me not to worry about it."

"Hmm. She must have been embarrassed that a cleric like her was controlled by a cursed item. They're the ones who lift those curses, after all. Maybe she didn't want to worry us? That girl, she's been worrying about it alone."

"I haven't seen her do that since then but… just think about it, ever since she got that sword, didn't she start wearing those pointless armor rings on all five of her fingers?"

"I thought it was fashion, are you saying that those are sealing magic items or possibly a catalyst?"

Climb could not maintain his poker face and frown.

The current conversation drove him to think that Lakyus was probably being slowly dominated by an evil item. Thinking of where she was just recently only served to increase his restlessness.

"…Renner-sama might be in danger." Murmured Climb under his nose as he started to get up.

Evileye stopped Climb who was about to run off.

"Don't worry. It's not as if something is going to happen immediately. Even if she were to fall under that dark power, there is no way that it could happen before the person herself noticed it. If she didn't want us to know then, she most likely judged that she can keep it in check. I don't doubt her willpower, but… to think that sword had such an ability… I had no idea."

"Should we send word to Azuth-san just in case?"

"It's a bit frustrating to seek help from a rival… but since it's a problem about his niece then I guess it would be for the best."

"Ok, then should we get moving? I need to find out where he is."

"Yes. We have to be prepared to support Lakyus at any time."

"Only adamantium can stop adamantium, after all."

"—Hmm?! Ah! I just remembered, Gagaran. A third adamantium rank adventurer team is supposed to be residing in E-Rantel."

"What, really? That's new to me... Did you hear it at the adventurer's guild this morning?"

"No, that's… Oh, right. I apologize. I forgot to tell you. The people call it Spellblade."

"Spellblade? Quite a fancy name if you ask me. It reminds me of those Slaine Theocracy bastards." Frowned Gagaran unapprovingly.

"Indeed. The Slaine Theocracy often provides its soldiers with expensive enchanted armors, items, and weapons."

"I'm not really a fan of the Slane Theocracy, though. Because of that one incident, we fought those guys who looked like they were from some secret unit."

Despite Climb feeling that he had heard something incredibly dangerous, the conversation ignored him and continued.

"You do not like them, Gagaran? …Although this may seem ironic, I can sympathize with their policy. Well, it's more like I feel that the role of the guardian of the human race that they impose on themselves is just, at least from a human's perspective."

"What? So it's okay for them to kill innocent elves and demi-humans?"

The disgust was apparent on Gagaran's face. Her eyes burned with an intense hatred. Evileye answered her animosity with a mere shrug.

"Around here, there are several human countries like the Kingdom, the Holy Kingdom, and the Empire. Gagaran, did you know? The farther you venture out; there are less and fewer countries that are made up of humans. Depending on the location, there are countries where people are used as slaves. One of the biggest reasons none of them are near us is due to the Slane Theocracy hunting down the demi-humans."

With her anger cooled by Evileye's words, Gagaran sullenly muttered to herself.

"Well, demi-humans are stronger than humans after all. Humans won't be able to do anything if they unite and advance their civilization."

"If you are human, you must evaluate those from the Theocracy highly. Of course, they may have an evil side, but there are none who are more beneficial to humanity. ..."

"Well, it would be a different story if you were to ask the same of the minorities that are being purged. Not only that, there's a very good chance they were the ones who formed the original adventurer guild."

"Really?" inquired Gagaran.

"Maybe. The truth is unknown, but there is still a high possibility. The adventurer guild was formed after the battle against the Demon God, and in those days, humans were weak. They preserved their strength and, as to not cause friction between them and the kingdom, formed the guild so they could provide support."

When she finished talking, a strange silence covered the table. Climb could not endure the atmosphere and opened his mouth.

"Forgive me for interrupting, Evileye-sama. You said that new adamantium rank adventurers had appeared. What are their names?"

"Hmm? Ah, right. It was— Raidyn. Strangely the group only consist one woman who is according to the rumors a master swordsman and magic caster and wore a strange metallic suit and an oversized Greatsword what dwarfing her on her back."

Climb thought back his earlier meeting with that strange woman. "Could it be that Raidyn was whom I met earlier?"

"However, other rumors say sometimes two boys accompanying her in lower ranked missions. Maybe they are her pupils. Who knows. However, her group name has been not decided yet. And beside those lower ranked missions, she works alone. So a group name does not really relevant for her. People call her Spellblade or Sword Princess in the guild." Explained Evileye. "Or so I heard."

Gagaran jumped up from her seat hearing the nonsense news. "Only one person in an adamantine group!? Evileye you are drunk? There is no possible way to one person reach adamantine rank alone with such short time."

Evileye only frowned and rolled her eyes under her mask seeing her colleague reaction. "Don't believe me if you don't want. I can only tell what I heard. But I also heard she is an elf."

"An elf. Very unusual. But it is not impossible. She must be an idiot or overconfident in her skills… No, that's why she is adamantium." The muscled woman mumbled under her nose for a moment as she sits back to her seat.

"She must be hiding something amazing. So? What kind of feats did she achieve to reach adamantine rank alone in such short time?" Gagaran asked Evileye with a creepily excited expression.

"Apparently it only took her around two months. First, she took care of the incident in E-Rantel regarding the thousands of undead that spawned. Then she exterminated the coalition of goblin tribes from the north, gathered an incredibly rare herb from the Tove Mountains, subjugated a Gigant Basilisk, and exterminated a group of undead that spilled over from the Karche plains. I also heard that she defeated a powerful vampire what appeared near the city. All of this all alone." Listed Raidyn achievements Evileye.

"Gigant Basilisk…" Climb groaned and looked to the sidelines. "So, she was the one who I met on my way here?" He mumbled under his nose.

The Gigant Basilisk what was previously mentioned had the characteristics of both a lizard and a snake.

The Gigant Basilisk was a giant monster measuring ten meters. It possessed a petrifying gaze with deadly poison coursing through its veins.

What was worse was that its thick skin was as hard as mithril. It was truly a terrifying existence. If she were really able to defeat a monster that could destroy a small town, then it would not have been strange for her to rise to adamantium rank. The question was that. How did she do that all by herself?

However, there was a problem. That was—

"That's… incredible. But did she really beat a Gigant Basilisk with only alone? Isn't that impossible with just an only using magic what restrict your armor? Not a chance." Gagaran huffed as she laid back in an incredulous tone.

Indeed. With only one people, it was impossible, especially if it was only a person who had only had its sword and magic. The person did not have anyone to heal his/her. Even if the individual manages to survive the gaze and poison and defeat the basilisk.

Not only would there have been no way for the person to defend itself against the Basilisk petrifying gaze and poison, but also the variety of other attacks at the monster's disposal.

"Ah! I apologize; I don't think you can classify her as a one-person adventurer group. From what I heard, she even tamed the Virtuous King of the Forest by force."

"…Virtuous King? What kind of monster is that?" inquired the young man.

Climb remembered hearing that name in one of the legends. However, interrupting here would have been the height of discourtesy.

"I'm not exactly sure either. According to the legend that's been passed down, it is a demon that has been living in the Tove Mountains. It's supposed to be strong beyond comparison. In the past, an acquaintance… right, apparently it hadn't been there 200 years ago when that person visited the mountains." Evileye shrugged as she said the number 200. It seemed she had some negative experience with the number in the past.

Although it was an age possible for an elf, by her behavior, it may have just been a joke.

"Heh~. So, how much of that is actually true? Rumors usually come with a bit of oomph, don't they?"

That's how it was. While telling the story to others, the person doesn't even notice that they are exaggerating the facts. Bodies that have been chopped to pieces makes it difficult to get an exact head count. At times, the adventurers themselves spread rumors to promote their name.

But Evileye raised one finger and waved it side-to-side in a dismissive gesture.

"At least this incident is most likely true. According to the first rumor that came from E-Rantel, she exterminated an undead giant with her oversized sword what if the rumors did almost twice as long as her and broke through thousands of undead all alone."

"This must be an exaggeration. Anyway, there is no way someone could normally use such overly long and broad sword what you described." Puffed her muscled face Gagaran.

"I don't know if they are true or not." Replied Evileye.

"I only said what I read from the reports of the sentries who managed to survive. Their reports were all nearly identical so they shouldn't be exaggerated. Apparently, it was confirmed that she defeated the one responsible for the incident from his corpse farther in. What's more, it was after she defeated two Skeletal Dragons also all alone."

Seeing Gagaran's mouth hanging open, Climb asked.

"Is that difficult even for you, Gagaran-san?"

"If there were thousands of zombies or skeletons, then they wouldn't be a problem. Breaking through them is possible. Probably could have done something about the two Skeletal Dragons too. But I'm not too sure about the mastermind behind such a massive incident. I'm not confident I could win when I don't even know my enemy's abilities." Explained Gagaran to Climb.

"There were even some remarks that the mastermind behind the case may have been from Zuranon."

"Really, Evileye? Man~ if they were the Disciples of Zuranon then it would've been over right there. Beating them after breaking through the swarm would be hard. And if you make even a small mistake and get poisoned or paralyzed, then it's over. What did that chick do for healing? Did she rely on potions? This Raidyn folk could be using faith magic like our leader. Or maybe she using some kind of healing item beside potions?"

"I can't deny the possibility." Evileye nodded her head with an umu motion.

"But still, a Gigant Basilisk… that's still impossible. For only a person… that's the worst enemy for someone who fights in close range but if she is used her magic as you said it is possible. But, even if I can use Gaze Bane, it's still hard without backup." murmured Gagaran under her nose.

"Did you hear, Climb? It's impossible for Gagaran alone. In another world, she had to use her magic to defeat that Basilisk. But still, if she is as skilled in magic as in the tales said in swordsmanship. She must be on one level with Gazef Stronoff."

"Evileye. Wouldn't it be simple for you to solo it if you just fight from afar?" Gagaran turned her head and asked her petite companion.

"That's asking too much. I would have to fight seriously."

"If you were there in the same two incidents with me, then the best I could take on would be… the Skeletal Dragon. But then I would be relying on you too much, Evileye. If I paired up with an orichalcum rank magic caster and it was just us two… then that'd be impossible. If the rumors are true, she is a monster who surpassed the realms of humanity."

Climb had a strange thought.

"Just how strong of a magic caster was Evileye? A typical team would be made up of members with similar strength and experience. Was there that big of a difference between them?"

"That is not true. I know how strong you are, Gagaran-san. You would not fall behind a newcomer."

"Wow~ thanks for the praise. Okay, wanna do it?" she asked like a starving child who wants her breakfast.

"No, I will have to decline." Protested Climb in a quiet tone.

"And that's why you're still a virgin. Didn't you hear that it's disgraceful for a man to refuse a meal that's been laid out in front of him? Why are you still carrying it around like it's something good? What're you going to do when you actually do it with a girl that you like? Do you want to be told that you're clumsy? Is that what you're into? Are you an M?"

Digging into Climb without even giving him a chance to respond, Gagaran let out a big sigh.

"Well, it's not like I'm pressuring you. I'm okay with it whenever, so just tell me if you want it. … But Princess, huh. That's a pretty embarrassing nickname. Isn't the name just for show?"

"According to my information's her beauty are…"

Climb thought that Evileye's gaze stopped on him for a brief instant, then soon understood that he was right.

"…rivals the Golden Princess."

Gagaran looked at Climb playfully. He predicted what she was going to say next and made the first move.

"What is beautiful and what is ugly is different for everyone. And to me, there is no one who is more beautiful than Renner-sama." Climb looked for sidelines for a moment and murmured to himself for a moment.

Gagaran watched the young man curiously. "Is there something wrong Cherry Boy?" inquired Gagaran.

Climb shake out his delusions murmuring looked at Gagaran. "Oh, nothing. I just as I thought for a moment I met her on my way here. But that's a ridiculous statement. Doesn't it?" joked Climb.

Gagaran hummed. "How does she look?" inquired the muscled woman.

"Well, I am not entirely sure she is that Raidyn whom we spoke about. But she looked exactly like as Evileye-sama described her. Her skin tones the equipment what she wore and the massive oversized sword on her back."

Gagaran nodded for a moment and hummed then started to smirk. "And she is beautiful as they said?" teased the tall warrior her teasing bag.

Climb cheeks reddened for a moment and turned his head away. It cannot be helped he was a heterosexual male after all. "I can't say she is ugly... Still, I think Renner-sama is more beautiful." Replied Climb in an embarrassed tone.

"Hahaha!" Gagaran laughed in a satisfied tone. "Cherry Boy is embarrassed! That's hilarious!"

"And what happened after you two met?" asked Evileye curiously.

"Oh, nothing really. We just accidentally stumbled on each other as we walked on the main road. She apologized, and we introduced to each other. She was quite nice."

"Did she don't mention to you she is an adamantine class adventurer?" asked Gagaran.

"No, she only said her profession is Witcher…"

"Witcher? I never heard such thing…" Replied Evileye with a curious tone. Her tone was almost unreadable, but climb could make out a strange kind of curiosity from her tone.

"You did not?" asked in a surprised tone Gagaran. "You're used to be the one who knows such things."

Evileye frowned and turned her masked head hastily towards her colleague. "I'm not omniscient you know!"

"Ok-ok. I just teased you. Geez…" Gagaran rolled her eyes as she lifted her hands. "Did she described you what does this 'Witcher' profession entails Climb-kun." Gagaran turned back to Climb as she asked.

"Hmm." Climb thought for a moment. "She only said she is mostly doing monster extermination, private investigation and problem solving…"

"Nothing more. She does not boast about her rank. So I thought she is some kind of noble daughter who got some money from her dad and just recently joined to the adventurer's guild. Beside her oversized sword, master crafted equipment and her heteromorphic eyes. She looked exactly like what you expect from a noble daughter."

Gagaran sighed in disappointment. "So in another word. She said she is just an adventurer."

Climb nodded

Gagaran continued. "What a pity. If she introduced herself better, you could have brought her here so we could make our introduction. And maybe, we could even convince her to join the Blue Rose. If she is as strong as Evileye information's states. Our group could have become much more powerful with her, and we could keep our all-female group integrity."

"That's not your decision." Stated Evileye from the background.

"I know. I know. The whole group had to agree if a new member joins. But still, if we offer her the chance. I think she is most likely accepting it. No adventure is competitive in the long term in this profession of ours." Explained Gagaran in a professional tone.

"The lone wolfs either die out or joins to an another group. Sooner or later. This is the tradition. Beside that. I am quite curious what she is capable with that oversized sword what you described to us Shorty."

"Who knows. At least she is not boasting with her rank." Evileye puffed her cheek under her mask like an angry child.

"Hmm," Gagaran smiled to her companion behavior and turned back to Climb. "But we've gone off topic quite a bit. I'm sorry for having you take part in unnecessary chatter. We will start with our preparations like Lakyus instructed."

Gagaran and Evileye stood from their seats. Climb also followed suit.

"Sorry, Climb. There's a lot I want us to do together, but I don't think now's the time."

"Not at all, Gagaran-san. Please don't worry about it. And Evileye-sama as well, thank you for your advice."

Gagaran silently stared at Climb then let out a tired laugh.

"Fine, you're going back, right? Look after the leader, will you? Bye bye, virgin. …And make sure you keep your items secure. That weapon at your waist isn't what you typically use, no?" Gagaran waved in a girlish manner to Climb. It was quite comical and sarcastic with her overly muscled form.

"Right. This is in the case of emergencies."

"You don't know what's going to happen so even if you don't wear your armor, at least always carry your sword with you. That's what it means to be an adventurer, especially a warrior. Also, do you have the item that I gave you?"

"The bell? I have it right here."

Climb tapped the pouch tied to his belt.

"I see. Then it's fine. Remember, as warriors, the only thing we can do is swing our weapons. But that's dangerous. Magic items are what lets us prepare for those dangers. Get a lot of items and hold onto them. And keep at least three bottles of potions with you. It's what saved me in the past." Enlighted him Gagaran.

He had three potions but only brought two with him. Climb responded that he understood.

"… You're surprisingly considerate of others."

"You making fun of me, Evileye? … Sorry for keeping you, Climb. What I want to say is always to be prepared beforehand."

"I understand."

Gagaran nodded sincerely.

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Scene Change: Re-Estize: Streets:

As Esdeath walked down the main street of the capital of Re-Estize, she thought back the approximately two months what she and Momonga already spent in this strange New World. The road was wide compared the technological level of this world. But it was pretty narrow compared to the crowded street of the heavily polluted Earth.

Most of the people seeing her equipment and metallic suit stood away from her way. Most people recognized she was a high ranked adventurer just seeing her stuff. It was quite disturbing every time if she was outside of Nazarick the people could not let her alone.

Either they recognized her. Or just wanted to inspect her equipment or ask a few question. And she lost the count how many people asked her to bless their children with talent and strength. Or simply shook her hand.

Of course, there were cases when people asked her date. Hell, many noble even asked her hand in Ainzack parties.

Strangely after she brought back the news of Shalltear defeat, she got more and more invitations either to Ainzack parties or other parties what various ranked nobles organized.

The innocent requests for example when the people asked her blessing, shaking her hands, or they just wanted to simply chat her and other similar innocent things, of course, did not bother her, but when they started to ask her out a date or even for her hand. It began to become more and more annoying.

The first cases, of course, do not bother her. She knows how behaved the brains of men. Her original body was men after all. It was crippled of course. But still functional. But after the umpteenth case. It became getting more annoying and irritating.

She concentrated all of her processing power to smile as she got these party offers to make somehow herself smile and politely decline them.

Of course, there were times when rejecting the offer would drastically have ruined her reputation and she had to accept them. Fortunately, in most of the parties, she could wear her armor and because her reputation no one actually tried to make a pass at her. Those who tried were mostly drunken nobles whose was on the verge of passing out. So with a simple [Sleep] spell she simply made them unconscious.

Of course, today she stumbled in a boy who did not recognize her. It was quite refreshing on the daily basis of admirers. Esdeath sighed out of mental exhaustion.

"Huh. Being famous is hard. I wonder how Momonga-san manages it in the Dragon Kingdom."

As she walked onwards on the crowded street, she spotted the strolling Sebas who just finished with his daily trip in the Adventurer's Guild. She nodded him lightly. Sebas recognized one of his masters nodded back. This little almost unrecognizable non-verbal dialogue between the two was nothing more just obeisance to each other work.

Of course, they could stand down on the sidelines and talk. But, that would endanger their cover personality and their operations in the country. So they were satisfied with a simple nod.

Continuing her way towards the adventurer's guild. Esdeath kept her wondering. Her new body posed a challenge to her. Besides her new cycle, what caused her recognizable mood swings and periodical bleeding. She sometimes felt a strange feeling in her stomach, and the place what she perceived is her womb.

It happened mostly when she looked at a beautiful woman or a handsome man. As her mind sill not completely adjusted to her new body, it was quite disturbing for her. She tried to hide it before Ainz and everyone else behind a childish behavior, but it was really hard.

"Sometimes I envy Momonga-san because of his passive emotion suppression. It could come quite handy for me sometimes."

Currently, she headed in the local mansion of Marquis Reaven to speak about a particular assignment what a courier passed down to her personally. Marquis Reaven was one of the six great nobles of the country of the Kingdom of Re-Estize. Where she currently resides under her adventurer persona Raidyn.

Soon, she was almost in the Marquis mansion. She could have brought herself Hamusuke too. But instead, she left him in Nazarick to be trained by the newly acquired Lizardmen and Clementine. Last day Clementine asked a quite strange thing from her.

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Flashback:

It was 1:00 PM in standard time in Nazarick. Esdeath walked in the Arena on the sixth floor while reading the report what Ainz passed her. It was her free time still she worked because in the last few days she falls short with her paperwork.

Until now the two last remaining guild member always shared the paperwork, so they had much more time to their own operations, ease the administration pressure what was in the talented Albedo. She was capable of course. But neither she nor Momonga wanted Albedo to burn out and after be unable to work.

And of course to ease the denizens of Nazarick life. This is why Esdeath ordered Zero to go with Demiurge to help him out with his field work.

Every denizen of Nazarick provided outstanding performance with their zealous work. But Albedo and Demiurge stood out amongst them. Hell, Demiurge according to Zero's report even worked in his free time when he is not succumbing to his hobby. He loved making new furniture. All of them was an exquisite piece of art. Aside from some of them was go from using disturbing ingredients.

According to the denizens of Nazarick, they were their 'gods' as some of them called them. Neither Momonga and Esdeath did not really like to be called 'God's' and similar things. It was quite disturbing.

But if they are contradicting what their subordinates call them, they may disappoint them or the two of them grown even more in the eyes of their vassals. Saying. "Such humble approach from the Supreme Beings" And similar things. So they played along most of the time.

As she walked forward in the dark corridors of the Arena entrance, the torches what provided light by using illusions. Started to lit up one after another as she walked amongst them. As she began to reach the end of the long corridor she heard a woman shouting at someone.

"Dammit, you damn oversized rat! I How many times I have to say to you! Concentrate before you attack!"

"T-This humble servant of Milady deeply regrets his clumsiness." Pleaded the other. If you know the voice owner. You knew it was Hamusuke.

"Again!" shouted the female.

"Clementine-dono. Don't you think you are too harsh with Hamusuke-san?" asked a distinctive male voice.

"~Kuku kuku~" Chuckled the female who according to the previous conversation was Clementine. "~What? Do you want to play Zaryusu Sasha? Do you want to duel? ~" said the sadistic female playfully.

"Is that a challenge?" asked the charcoal black scaled Lizardmen in a serious tone.

"~Kuku kuku. You could call it that. ~" Clementine changed her posture.

After she becomes part of Nazarick, one of her stilettos has been disassembled, and she had been given a pair of similar but superior weapons. It was still a low-level trash item for Esdeath and Momonga. But it was highly superior to her old equipment.

Zaryusu Sasha too took his battle position. He unsheathed the newly created replica of his weapon the Frost Pain. Thanks to Esdeath [Knight Enchanter] job class. When she disassembled the sword. She could learn the enchantment what makes it unique. So she could replicate the effect on it with greater efficiency.

Zaryusu took his new Frost Pain. He grabbed it with two hands and raised it before himself. An unnaturally wide smirk settled on Clementine's face. Clementine leaned forward to the same position as she used against Esdeath in their fight. "[Ability Boost]" she raised her butt and shot out like the bullet from her position.

Zaryusu was seeing what is the woman trying to do. Used his own martial art. "[Fortress]" to block the stabbing strike of Clementine.

The Lizardman chieftain blocked the mad woman strike with his sword. Namely, he became the United Lizardman village chieftain after he and his brother Shasryu Shasha has been resurrected. His brother seeing his brother is more worthy than him to the title and resigned his post as a Village Chief. He gave his position to his younger brother and stepped back to be his adviser.

As he said to Zaryusu. "You are worthier to the title of the Village Chief brother. You brought together the five remaining tribes. You forged us into one nation. And you led the resistance in desperate times. This title belongs to you."

Originally there were seven Lizardman tribes. But due to the war because of the food shortage, two tribes ceased to exist and later had been absorbed by the Dragon Tusk Tribe.

Of course, Zaryusu first does not really wanted to accept the title. But due to the numerous request from the elders of the tribe, in the end, he received it.

Continuing the fight. Zaryusu tightened his grip on his sword handle and made an upward slash. A regular Lizardmen was more than 190 cm tall, and their average weight was more than 100kg.

As he charged towards Clementine who acrobatically back flipped from his attack, Clementine shot towards him automatically as she landed on the ground using her remaining momentum to accelerate herself towards her sparring partner. "[Pace of Wind]" She used her martial art.

Answering this Zaryusu too used his ability to counter Clementine fast form. "[Evasion]" he barely dodged Clementine who was quick as the wind thanks to her martial art and the momentum what she regained when she landed from her backflip.

"[Body Strenghtening], [Slashign Strike]" Zaryusu used two distinct martial art. In his current state, it was quite exhausting for him because he was recently revived. And as Ainz explained him he may train to regain his full strength. It seemed Clementine dominate him completely.

In her month in Nazarick Clementine did not sit on her laurels. No. She trained to be stronger because in her agreement with Esdeath and Ainz if they will go against the Slaine Theocracy. They allow her to fight against the Scripture members. She knew the Scripture members were nowhere near the denizens of Nazarick strength wise. Except maybe the Captain of the Black Scripture and that monster as she called Zesshi Zetsumei.

Clementine was not sure if her new employer's employees could beat that two. But after witnessing the wonders of Nazarick she hoped. She wanted to see the humiliated faces of those arrogant and puffed up Head Priests and the Scripture members as she stomps them to the ground. She wanted to see their faces as she tortures them through long hours. She wanted to hear their screams echoing through the halls of the torturing chambers of Nazarick.

She was twisted. Yes. Of course, she does not born like this. She became this monster because of the numerous humiliation and hardship what she had to endure and because of her field of work under her short life.

Clementine considered herself a monster. So she thought if she is a monster inside. Why not ask her new employers to turn her a monster in outside too. If she ever meets one of them she had to ask them about it if it's possible.

Hamusuke was nowhere near them. Of course. It can be said Hamusuke was a little coward. So when the two took their combat posture, he hid in the entrance of the area. Aura and Mare were outside of Nazarick. Preparing an another operation what their masters ordered.

As the oversized Hamster watched the two sides murmured in a worried tone under his nose. "OH, the Milady and the Milord will not be happy if these two will break something."

"Why we will not be happy?" Hamusuke heard the familiar sound beside him. His ears perked up and looked in the direction of the female voice.

"M-Milady!" he said in a surprised tone. Esdeath stood beside him as she held a paper in her left hand and a mug of steaming coffee in her right. She became quite addicted the coffee made in Nazarick in the last two months. "What's up Hamusuke," Esdeath asked as she watched the two sparring sides.

It seemed Clementine dominate Zaryusu because his recent resurrection weakened him. It was sure she could dominate him if he were 100%. But in that cases, she had to work more seriously and not play that much with her opponent.

"M-Milady. These two fighting again. I am afraid they will break something important in this arena."

"How many times they fight since Zaryusu arrived?" asked Esdeath as she sipped her hot coffee. In her mug you could see a text printed on it 'Official Curb-stomper' and painting on it as a boot stomp on the various player characters.

Hamusuke thought back a moment as they watched the match. "I believe that it's the fourth time milady."

Esdeath nodded. "I see…" It was almost the end of the battle and Zaryusu was completely exhausted.

Zaryusu despite his exhaustion held his Frost Pain replica firmly. Clementine smirked to him and asked in her usual cheerful tone. "~Want to give up?~ Zaryusu-chan?~'"

The Lizardman's chieftain smirked. If you could have made a difference between a smile and another expression a Lizardman's face. Or you only accept that it is a smirk.

He spits out a minimal amount of blood from his mouth. "I am fine. Let's continue!"

The blonde woman smirked like always and leaned forward to her usual combat position. "[Greater Ability Boost], [Flow Acceleration], [Pace of the Wind]"

She shot forward like a bullet. Zaryusu closed his eye. It seemed the time slowed around him. He started to do his breathing exercises to help his concentration. Exhale, inhale. Exhale, inhale. Exhale, inhale.

He knew this is his last chance in this duel against the crazy woman. If he fails his move, he will surely lose. He was exhausted and almost out of stamina. He barely held his sword straight. The only thing what kept him standing his pure willpower and his pride.

"[Body Strenghtening], [Capacity Building], [Fortress]" as Clementine Stiletto collided with his blade. He knew his plan would work.

"[Instant Counter]" he used an another martial art to counter Clementine stabbing attack.

Clementine smirked. "[Greater Evasion]" she slipped out of the range of the counter, then using her momentum shot towards the Lizardman. Zaryusu just stood in his place motionless.

As she reached Zaryusu, the Lizardman's chief released the magical charge of his enchanted sword the Frost Pain. "[Icy Burst]!" Clementine eyes widened. She did not expect from the Lizardman's to use his special sword power.

She had to act fast. She hastily equipped her stiletto what was enchanted by fire charge for her special request and released the fiery charge within to negate the unique ability of the recreated Frost Pain.

As the two opposite force collided the heat and the cold started to fight with each other. Creating a violent mini tornado. Clementine had to cover her face because of the immediate pressure and heat and she only watched with one squinted eyes the events behind her crossed arms.

A figure shadow appeared in the wall of flame and icy wind and jumped through of the violent storm. Surprising Clementine just enough time to Zaryusu manage to nail the sadistic woman to the ground. He placed the grounded Clementine neck to his weapon hastily and asked. "Do you want to give up?"

Clementine smirked. "~And you Zary-chan?~," she asked in her usual playful tone. Zaryusu looked down at his stomach where he felt a strange stabbing sensation. It was Clementine stiletto.

Zaryusu rolled his eyes. "Let's just call it a draw."

"~A draw? ~" Clementine chuckled "~You are hilarious. You know Zary-can~" with that using ZaryusuConfusion she activated her martial art

"[Ability Boost]" and threw the Lizardman off from herself who weighed more than 100 kg. She jumped up gracefully and pointed her stiletto in the neck of Zaryusu.

"~So do you want to give up Zary-chan~?" she asked playfully.

The Lizardman Village Chief growled and looked to his side shamefully. "Grr. Fine, I give up." Clementine retreated her blade from his neck and stepped back.

Then they both started to hear an applauding sound paired with praises. "Well, done you two. It was a splendid duel."

"Esdeath-sama!" both of them bowed in unison.

"Please rise. I just came down to inspect your training with Hamusuke. So how is it going?"

"Well, he is pretty dumb if you allow me to say this to your pet Esdeath-sama." Said Clementine. She knew very well it is enough one wrong misplaced word or an inappropriate tone and she will be annihilated in the place.

Esdeath was pretty easy going how the subordinates called her. But if there are another denizens of Nazarick hear her speaking with her in an inappropriate tone. They surely eye her and later somehow make her pay for her disrespectful tone or words.

She was a small fry in Nazarick. She knew this from the first day. So she swallowed her pride and regularly replied instead of her playful tone.

"I am sorry milady…" said Hamusuke with cutely shameful expression and tone. "I try my best, but I am not talented enough…"

"I see…" Esdeath nodded. "It cannot be helped. I only ask you Hamusuke do your best! Don't worry. As long as you do your best I will not be disappointed."

"Hay!" replied Hamusuke with a distinct tone. "This humble servant thanks your praising words and your kindness milady!"

"Don't mention it." Replied Esdeath.

"About your duel. It was not bad. However, both of you have major flaws in your technique and posture."

They listened to Esdeath with open ears. "Clementine you and your technique are too reckless. I know the best defense is the offense but try to be not too open when you attack. You may kill yourself because of this one day. You focus on your right side too much. This is for today. If you manage to fix these flaws, you will get more tips."

Clementine bowed her head. "Thank you Esdeath-sama."

Esdeath turned to Zaryusu. "Zaryusu-san. I know you are still recovering but don't be so defensive. Try attacking sometimes. And as Clementine-san you too focus too much on your right side. You are using a two handed sword. Then use it. Not only the blade part of the weapon. Try to use its pommel sometimes. It is useful to stun the enemy."

"I see… Thank you Esdeath-sama." Replied the Lizardman as he bowed his head respectfully.

"Summarizing. It was a good duel and both of you learned much from it. I order a rest day for the tree of you. You may step down." All three of them nodded.

Zaryusu and Hamusuke went away to eat something, but Clementine remained. "Esdeath-sama. May I have a request?"

"Of course, Clementine-chan. I am all ears." She said while smiled.

"C-Could you or Ainz-sama turn me into a monster?" she asked in a timid tone. It was strange hearing the always cheerful and happy Clementine speaking such tone.

Esdeath thought for a moment. "Hmm. It is possible. But why do you want to be a Heteromorphic being Clementine-chan?"

"I know I am twisted person inside. I am truly a fit to be a monster. Besides that, if I turn into a Heteromorphic being as you call the monster Esdeath-sama. I can serve you two more faithfully."

She kneeled down. Of course, it was a half lie. She wanted to turn to a monster, not because of her twisted personality. But to gain more power.

"Are you sure? It will be most likely irreversible." Inquired Esdeath.

"I am sure Esdeath-sama." Replied the still kneeling Clementine.

Esdeath hummed. "Hm, Fine I will ask Ainz-san about it. If he is fine with it, we can try it. Until that. Think about that. Do you really want to become a Heteromorphic being or not? And besides that. What kind you want to be if you really want to be."

Clementine nodded "I understand. Thank you."

"Well, then it seems time flies when you were having a good time. And I have a meeting somewhere else. So bye bye Clemi-chan. See you later." Esdeath raised her open palm in a goodbye position and waved.

Before Clementine could answer her Esdeath used her guild ring and teleported away.

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Flashback end:

"Hm. It was a strange conversation." Esdeath sighed. "Whatever. Oh. It seems I arrived my destination."

The guard before the massive golden gate stopped her. "Halt! Who are you!"

"I am Raidyn. Adamantine ranked adventure. I have a meeting with Marquis Raeven."

The guard realizing who stood before him apologized and bowed. "Please forgive me Raidyn-sama. I did not know it was you."

"It is no problem at all. You were only doing your duty." She shot a charming smile to the mustached guardsman.

The middle-aged guard face reddened. "T-Thank you. I-I immediately inform the Marquis about your arrival."

Raidyn nodded. "Thank you. Take your time."

With that. The guard left. Not long after this, he returned with an another guard to escort Raidyn to the Marquis.

As the guard escorted her. She looked around and inspected the uniformly trimmed garden and the elegant looking buildings and statues. "I wonder how much this cost him." She thought.

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Scene Change: Eight Fingers Hideout:

There was a suspicious looking group that looked as if they were melting into the darkness.

All of them each wore different equipment, and their atmosphere was entirely distinct from that of soldiers. If one had to mention who they smelled the closest to, perhaps it would be adventurers.

The one at the front was a man with a rough physique. Next was a lean man along with a woman wearing light silk. A person in a robe followed them from behind and lastly; a person who was wearing full plate armor.

In the direction that the group was staring in, there was a door that was opened wide. The inside was covered in darkness, and there was no longer the presence of other people. Even when looking around the surroundings, there did not seem to be any people.

This was strange. All of the goods that were in the brothel had already been seized and transported to one of the stations for soldiers. However, it was out of the question that they would not leave sentries behind just because there was nothing there. If one were to actually look towards the entrance that was empty of people, they would see a blazing bonfire and realize that they were keeping vigil at night. But the reason that no one could be seen was that those people used their authority to remove the sentries temporarily.

The boulder-like man standing at the front— Zero, sent a terrifying gaze to the captured brothel and spoke in a low voice as if he found it despicable.

"What a farce. I'll have to apologize to Cocco Doll. I lent him Succulent, a member of Six Arms and they still fell this easily. And it was even on the same day… truly, what a farce."

Zero sent a sharp glare over his shoulder at the snickering that came from behind him. The woman who was wearing the light silk knew Zero's personality well and quickly changed the topic.

"Ah, right right. So boss, what should we do? Do we kill Succulent who got caught? He's at a station, so it'll be hard to use force. Then we'd have to borrow an assassin from a different division… what do we do?"

"No, we won't do that. He's still useful. I will request the Count to have him released immediately. …This will become an unexpected expense. Find out the Count's tastes."

The thin, frivolous-looking man asked a question.

"And Cocco Doll?"

"He will likely use his own connections. If he asks, then we will use our connections as an apology. Also, what happened to the client list? There wasn't any information about it falling into the hands of a patrol officer."

"There has been no news on that front. To be more precise, I haven't heard any further details on the matter."

The voice coming from the robe was dark. It was like an empty echo flowing out of a hole in a graveyard that sent shivers down the spine.

"That is something that I am keen to get my hands on. It can be used to make all kinds of threats."

"Don't say something so stupid. If we kept that with us, it would only make us look more suspicious. Others may think that we had planned for all of this to happen. If we find the list, we will hide it in a safe location and hand it over later to Cocco Doll with an apology. Besides, it's probably written in code that can't be cracked by standard methods, so it's useless to us regardless."

At Zero's words, the lean man shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.

"Anyways, I'll go in later and try to find out what happened to the list. If they have it, it's probably in a secret safe or something. …With that said, this is pretty amazing. How was this hole made? The weapon… was it magic?"

"It was a fist."

Everyone's eyes fell on Zero. He repeated himself, declaring that a fist made this imprint.

"A fist huh… that's amazing~."

"—Foolish. This is nothing."

He cut off the woman's admiration and, collecting his breath, Zero stabbed the door with his fist. His hand became lodged in the door as if it was ripping through paper. As Zero slowly pulled out his fist, leaving behind the same hole as the one that Sebas had made.

Looking dumb-founded, the lean man opened his mouth.

"You can't actually use the boss as a comparison… Well, the enemy had enough skill to pierce through a steel reinforced door and defeat Succulent, even if he's the weakest among the Six Arms. I guess we should consider him to be a formidable foe, right?"

"What nonsense. Just because that guy lost doesn't mean that his opponent was strong."

The one who had his hood pulled deeply over his head spoke in a voice filled with ridicule.

"If his illusions are seen through, then his battle strength falls considerably beneath ours. He is strong when there is a clear difference in ability between him and his opponent. But if it's similar or he falls behind even slightly, then his defeat is inevitable. You all should know this as well."

There was faint laughter. It was a laugh that agreed with his comment and at the same time, one of contempt for someone whose skill was beneath them.

"With that in mind, let me ask, what do we do? Are you going to take your hand off the matter? I do not think that clashing will prove beneficial, considering the losses."

"Foolish."

Zero's voice was filled with anger that he could not suppress.

"If we don't kill the one who attacked this brothel and set an example, our value will drop. From this point on, don't think about losses. All of Six Arms will step forward and kill the invader— 'Undying King' Deibanock."

The one is wearing the robe held out his hand. The hand that did not belong to a living person was firmly grasping an orb. The ball responded to the emotions of its owner and exuded a strange aura.

"'Void Executioner' Peshurian."

The one in full plate armor which had been silent until now beat his fist against his chest, and the loud sound of metal rang out.

"'Dancing Scimitar' Edstrom."

With the ringing of the metal bangle around her arm, the woman wearing the light silk gracefully bowed her head.

"'Thousand Kills' Malmvist."

The lean man brought his heels together with a click.

"And I, 'Battle Demon' Zero!"

As if in agreement, those around Zero all nodded their head.

"First, we pay the bail on Succulent and the others who were arrested and gathered information. Once that is done… arrange for people who know how to torture. We will show the invader hell. He will greatly regret his foolishness!"

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Scene Change: Capital of the Re-Estize Kingdom: Sebas Operation Hideout:

By the time Sebas had finished everything and was heading back to the mansion, the sun had already begun to set.

"Climb-kun protected the ones that were being held captive and Succulent, and the owner of the brothel were all arrested. It seems they will be quite busy so it should buy a bit of time."

Then what was he to do with Tsuare? The best option was to take her somewhere safe. However, as far as Sebas knew, only one place fit that description.

While worrying over it, Sebas arrived at the residence.

He stopped his hand as he was about to open the door. There was someone on the other side close by. Although this presence belonged to Solution, he could not understand why she was standing right in front of the entrance.

Was it an emergency?

Feeling uneasy, Sebas opened the door. What he saw next was so unexpected that he grew rigid.

"Welcome back. Sebas-sama."

It was Solution wearing her maid uniform.

A shiver ran down Sebas' back.

While acting as the daughter of a merchant, in this house where a human whose circumstances were unknown — Tsuare — existed, Solution was wearing her maid uniform. Was it because the act was no longer necessary? Or did a reason that required her to be in her maid outfit appear?

If it was the former, then it meant that something had happened to Tsuare, If it was the latter—

"—Sebas-sama, the Supreme Being is waiting for you."

Sebas heard Solution's quiet voice and felt his heartbeat grow louder.

He who was calm in the face of a powerful enemy, in front of a Guardian class existence, that Sebas now grew nervous at the news one of his master's arrival.

"W-Why…"

He squeezed out his words as if his tongue was twisted. Solution stared at that Sebas without saying a word.

"Sebas-sama, the Supreme being is waiting for you."

There was nothing else that needed to be said. Her demeanor said as much. Sebas followed behind Solution and began to walk.

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Omake:

"A long time ago in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick lived the two last remaining Supreme Beings and their numerous subordinates." told the story teller.

"Everything was oddly normal for this period of the year. Then one night a certain magical character visited them. Changing their lives forever."

Momonga as he inspected the Tomb garden in the first level of Nazarick, heard a scream and then as a blade cut something from the nearby room.

"What happened?" he hurried towards the sound. As he arrived

As he arrived on the scene, he asked in a nervous tone. "Are we under attack? Sights report! Sights report!" he ordered in a hasty tone.

When he saw who sit on the chair he relived for a moment then he saw the bloodied katana beside Esdeath. "Before you start…"

Then Momonga realized what was before Esdeath legs. It was the decapitated Father Christmas bloodied corpse.

"What the hell happened?!" Momonga said in an angered tone and his passive emotion suppression kicked in. A bright green aura appeared around him.

"I said before you start!" Esdeath stated in a louder tone.

"Holy SHIT!" expressed his suppressed emotions Momonga.

"Would you care for me to explain?!"

"Oh, yes Esdeath! I would love to know why do you behead Father Christmas!"

"He startled me." She explained blandly.

"He startled you?" asked Momonga.

"He startled me!" replied Esdeath with a more serious tone.

"Oh, I guess he should apologize then." Momonga rolled the brightly shining orbs what was on his skull orbits.

"Well, it is going to be hard because You know I decapitated him." Explained Esdeath.

"Brilliant! So what do we supposed to do?" asked Momonga in a curious tone.

Esdeath stood up from the cushion where she sat and sighed. "Well, I guess I have to save Christmas." Momonga facepalmed and sighed.

"Yep. No other option." And she removed the decapitated Santa Claus red coat.

"How about any other option? You could resurrect him." Offered Momonga.

"No. Not going to work." Replied Esdeath lazily as she equipped the bloodied red coat.

"Maybe, I can…" but Esdeath interrupted him.

"Not going to work. Anyway. The safety breaks were already off. So it is no way back." She smirked.

"You planned this." said Momonga in a pleasant tone.

"What?" said Esdeath in a humorous upset tone. While she placed her hand gently on her chest like Momonga, hurt her feelings.

"You planned this I know you did."

Esdeath shrugged. "Shu. You honestly think I did this intentionally. You don't trust me?"

Zero Rei stormed into the room. He wore a typical green and red uniform what Santa Claus elves wore. He even wore artificial elf ears. And a cap with bells. "Esdeath-sama, the sleigh has been secured. But unfortunately one of the meat bags died while I tried to secure the vehicle. Please forgive my incompetence." Esdeath creation bowed deeply.

Realizing Momonga in the room, he bowed him too. "Excuse my impudence Ainz-sama to disturb you in a wrong time." Momonga nodded.

"OH. You won't believe how cheap that elf costume was." Esdeath pointed to Zero behind her.

Momonga glared at her. "I stole it." She said proudly.

"Esdeaa…." Momonga started to yell.

"Don't interrupt my Christmas moment!" Esdeath replied with an another yell.

"You can come too if you want. There is an another Santa costume in my wardrobe, or you want to be an elf?"

Ainz snarled. "Hm, Fine. It could not hurt if I help you deliver the gifts."

Esdeath nodded happily.

"But after that. We will resurrect Father Christmas!" commanded Ainz.

"I swear it!" swore Esdeath and placed her gloved hand on her heart.

"And so, Esdeath and Momonga Claus and their little helpers visited many houses in that night. Until they got bored and simply wandered off." told the story teller.

Imagine Esdeath laughing maniacally in the background as she drove Santa Claus sled.

"MERRY CHRISTMASS!"

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A/N: Well that's for now! I hope you enjoyed it.

Please write it if you want Nigun back, or you want to Clementine became some kind of Heteromorphic being. You could even tell me what kind you want she become.

Thank you for reading my fanfic! Until next time folks! :)