When Momonga found himself within Nazarick again, it was on the sixth floor where the warriors under Gazef stood staring dumbly at the marvels of the paradise that was the guild Ainz Ooal Gown. Some were staring at the tranquil lake, others at the great forest, but others were staring at the sky. 'Hmm, so it is out of sync with the rest of the world? Should I fix that?' Momonga considered it while they stared at the vibrant blue of the sky, the fluffy white clouds, and the 'distant' sun.

"Lord… how far away did you take us…?" Gazef asked, his own keen eyes and courage let him not only see what the others did, but let him speak his mind to the magic caster beside him.

"Not far, but…" Momonga thought it over a moment more, 'We should be in step with the hours for the world, it is really no different than setting a clock when you change time zones… fine, I'll fix it.' He told himself, held out his hand to cover the sun from his eyes, and then closed his fingers together so that it was as if he held it in his grip. Then he began to move it across the sky, "I'll just be a moment." He said to the others as the morning hour of the sixth floor moved toward the evening and the orange light of the fading hour outside was mimicked within, casting its faithful glow over the world inside a world.

Momonga was so caught up in the moment that he missed the fact that the common soldiers were falling prostrate onto their faces with arms cast forward beside their heads.

"Are you… a god?" Gazef gasped and watched the 'world' be reset with the mere motion of the magic caster's hand.

"Of course Lord Momonga is a god, what else would he be?" Aura said as she landed in front of the pair and went down on one knee before her master. "He's the ruler of all the forty-one gods, and… how come you're not down like the rest of them, human?" Aura asked and pointed at the prostate common soldiers.

Gazef shook his head, snapping himself out of his stunned upturned gaze as the sun finally stopped moving, he began to descend to his knees, only to stop halfway when his savior put a hand to his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it. You are all my guests here. As long as you treat every occupant with respect and kindness, you are welcome to be at ease. Thank you for presenting yourself so quickly, Aura, I didn't even get a chance to call for you." Momonga said with pleasure and removed his hand from Gazef, allowing him to stand up once again.

Around them the other human soldiers rose, bit by bit and on shaky legs, uncertain as to what to do next, they cast their gaze from neighbor to neighbor, to their Captain, and to the face of an evident god.

"Oh, you don't have to thank me, Lord Momonga, this whole place is yours and as soon as I saw the sun changing, I knew you were here and might need something. It's just expected that your servants would want to know if you needed anything. You all created us for that, after all." She gave a big, toothy grin and then looked over her shoulder. "Mare! Hurry up already, you're keeping Lord Momonga waiting!"

"O-Okay!" Mare shouted from within the trees, "S-Sorry!" He shouted and rushed over with his staff clinging close to his chest. His lips pursed into a tiny O shape, Momonga noticed the way in which his skirt rustled and shook with every step.

'If you think about it, all men should wear these. I mean, this way we're not… constricted. It's much more freeing than tight pants that… press things, that should not be pressed like that. And I've never sat on 'them' when wearing this.' Momonga considered absentmindedly until Mare was near and kneeling beside his sister.

"H-How can we help you t-today m-my Lord?" Mare asked in that sweet and nervous little stutter, his ears drooped as if he were nervous about embarrassing himself, while Aura's perked up and even twitched up and down with eager anticipation of the orders to come.

"Have the chefs prepare enough food to feed my guests, and when Sebas returns have him instruct the maids to prepare proper rooms for them all, see to their comfort until morning when I have them returned to their homeland. Until the food and rooms are ready, allow them to relax here. Have you any questions?" Momonga asked, and then bent slightly forward when they shook their heads and answered…

"No, Lord Momonga."

"Good, I'm sure it will be a simple task for you, and may I say, you both look wonderful." He then reached out with both his hands, and touched their heads, patting them gently while his staff floated freely at his side.

"Thank you, Lord Momonga!" The twins cried out, their ears twitching with unfettered joy at his praise.

"So… we are to remain here, My Lord?" Gazef asked as his senses returned, though he tried to focus on the seeming 'god' before him, his eyes carried on against his wishes, taking in the raw perfection of the scene. 'It's like stepping into the royal artist's finest work and finding it to be a whole world of its own… what a thing to see. If I live a thousand years, I'll never see another place like this, and if I die tomorrow, it would be without regret for having seen this first.' The Royal Head Warrior reflected, and to his relief, Momonga's reply confirmed those hopes.

"Yes, for now, until rooms and food can be prepared, take your ease, go for a swim if you like, you may believe me when I say, nothing will threaten you in this place. I will see you again at dinner, but for now I have some… things to do." Momonga explained, and then gestured toward the perfect lake where gentle waters pressed by a perfect breeze made the waters rhythmically lap against the damp shoreline.

Momonga stepped away, and vanished without another word, leaving Gazef and every human warrior wondering…

'How do we go back to our lives after meeting a god and visiting his paradise?' And though they all thought it, none of them asked, as none of them really wanted to know.