Overlord Effect

by oblivon2991

With the arrival of the Shinigami and his enforcer came hardship. With hardship came equality. With careful planning came advancement. With advancement, the civilization thrived. And when a fantasy based civilization met an another one? What's then? What happens when the Sorcerer Kingdom met the galactic community? The Reapers? (AU with a lot of OC'S! Beware! XD) HIATUS until fn.

3. Let them negotiate We know it's decided

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The battle ended… This time… First time since the standing of the Citadel Council. The combined forces of the Citadel Council have been defeated. Defeated by the unknown aliens. The invaders who sailed through the void of the space under the flags of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

After seeing the arrival of the second fleet. The remaing forces of the Salarian, Asari, Turian and Human forces lost all hope of a possible victory. All still functional ships disengaged and jumped away from the system Immediately after they received the codes for retreat, Following the protocol for such cases. Retreat, regroup, wait for further instructions.

All disabled ships followed the protocol as well those who were stationed in ships that were so bad of shape it was dangerous to remain in them. They used the escape pods and immediately abondoned ship, Hoping the rescue teams will soon come and pick them up. Most of those whose ship life support still functioned but the FTL drives and the weapon systems were wholly or severely crippled. Hearing the orders of capitulation from their superiors most of them put down their weapons immediately.

Of course, there was a few of them who refused to give up despite the fact that it was a direct order not from their direct superiors. But their admiral him or herself. This caused some accident and a few more unnecessary deaths for both sides.

But it was expected. After all, no matter the race. There is always someone who can't bear defeat proudly with raised head.

The fights continued in several sections of the ships of the defeated fleets. But thanks to the Sorcerer Kingdom's special forces training and highly advanced equipment. The gunfire and the explosions silenced after a few minutes. Suffocating all remained resistance and neutralizing as many of them as possible without killing them.

After all, they got the order to neutralize and capture as many enemies as possible due the aliens were a valuable information source and bargain chip. The black uniformed special forces and the summoned creatures of the Sorcerer Kingdom after the enemy capitulated immediately confiscated their weapons. Put special handcuffs on their wrist. What not only prevented their free hand usage but blocked magic and abilities usage up to tier seven.

(only vassals of Nazarick, heroes from fairy tales of the Sorcerer Kingdom, persons whose reincarnated by the Supreme Beings into higher lifeforms and the Supreme Beings themselves could use higher tier magic than tier seven. Every other being who tried to use higher tier magic either imploded from inside because their bodies can't handle the high amount of magical energy concentration or if not died. They simply collapsed in exhaustion or became crippled.)

The new prisoners brought one by one to the holding cells of the ships of the Sorcerer Kingdom. The cells resembled the Goa'uld holding cells from the Stargate series. Inside of the cells, a gravitation field caused the prisoners whose don't have the required ID. Attracted to the wall facing the entrance of the cell.

So when the prisoner gets up, it can walk the surface of the wall instead of the floor. Causing the feeling the prisoner is in a pit. Behind the thin but sturdy alloy walls of the cells, there was a constant force field what dissociated the cells from each other and projectors what automatically project separating magical energy fields and raise the gravity in the cell if the security system detects the prisoners escape attempt őr tried to violate the rules.

An energy field and a sturdy alloy door prevented anyone from entering or escaping from the cell through its entrance. The Sorcerer Kingdoms prison cells offered much more comfort than a standard cell for war prisoners. They had only one or two beds. (dependent on the cell size) A toilet what was designed to detect the race of its user and adjust itself its user body proportions after a fast scan. (due in the Sorcerer Kingdom there was hundreds of races. So, it was sensible to design such toilet what is flexible enough to adjust itself to its user.)

A few books and a holographic television with restricted programs, And a few gymnastic item.

Due to the space dilator magic what was used when the cells were made. The cells were bigger inside than outside. Giving a big place to the prisoners to either do exercises and after all not feel themselves in a closed space.

After all, the psychological researchers showed. Individuals in closed space much more likely start to plan something, for example, their escape, allow their mental disease or mania overwhelm them or incite others to riot by various means. Placing them in pairs in the same cell also allowed them to speak through and accept their situation better. Of course, the denizens of the cells were constantly monitored by the ship's AI and security personnel.

The ships Artificial Intelligence through its sensor constantly monitored the denizens of the cell bodily functions and emotional status. Thanks to the medical wards of the captured enemy ships now the Sorcerer Kingdom forces exactly know what is the normal readings of the Salarian, Asari, Turian and strangely the human marines.

The strange thing was. After examining the blood samples of the humans of the System Alliance they realized. The humans of the Sorcerer Kingdom resembled the humans of the System Alliance as much as a wolf resembles a domestic dog. It was both terrifying and exciting testing medical personnel and the scientist on the ship.

To find an another humanity out there. The chance was so small it was almost non-existent.

The cells were not first-grade class if it's come to comfort. But they were good enough to the prisoners think twice their escape attempt. After all, it was in the war treaty of the Sorcerer Kingdom. Every prisoner of war who does not commit a serious war crime against the Sorcerer Kingdom. I.e. Genocide without reason, rape, supporting or practicing slavery, or any other similar things, Are to be treated fairly.

The soldiers will be treated with dignity and handled well until they try to raise riots and cause trouble. After all, the enemy soldiers only followed their government orders. Nothing more. Sure… they killed a few people in the process, but that was the soldiers for. And according to the belief most of the denizens of the Sorcerer Kingdom. Through death, they will become one again with their loved ones and can be one with the Supreme Beings. And the worthy will be ascended in the realm of Nazarick where it can live and serve the Supreme deities forever.

War and death come with one package. Everyone in the Sorcerer Kingdom knew this. So, with a few exceptions, everyone accepted this. Not many can go complain to the Sorcerer King himself or can tell his enforcers they do not agree with this.

But this did not mean the soldiers that were killed will be forgotten. Simply they were treated fairly as it is written in the law.

Many cells like this lined up beside each other and constant patrolling Death Knights, Black Armored Nephalem Guards, other summoned creatures patrolled in the prison levels of the ships. Numerous traps make sure every escape attempt became futile. Almost all cells were filled by the captured soldiers of the enemy forces. Salarian, Asari, Human, Turian forces.

The forces of the Sorcerer Kingdom even needed to put a few prisoners in magic induced stasis or paralyze them due their self-destructive behavior and resistance of peaceful resolution.

Not long after the battle. Matriarch Phogatea Matoros the Asari, fleet commander. Admiral Zirkok Vudrok, the salarian fleet commander. Alfred F. Jones the admiral of the Fourth Fleet of the System Alliance and Holus Vicrius the turian general who led the turian fleet to monitor the relay. Were brought to their cells with cuffed hands.

Holus lost his conciseness but not long after he was regained his consciousness. Due his races sturdy build and exoskeleton. What contained metal were blocked most of the shockwave what the explosion caused.

Seemingly the enemy knows what rank the four of them had and escorted them using the proper security measurements and treatment. Strange black armored bulky mech like guards surrounded them. Cutting away all means of escape.

Strangely, the aliens already have a universal translator and asked them if they can put multiple races in one cell. And what are their biological needs? They answered it then led to a strange cell what strangely used gravity to keep captive its denizens. No one amongst them saw such thing before.

Of course, they have Element Zero. But no one among the four fleet commander saw it can be used like this.

Before them a strange red robed figure whose robe was adorned with various golden engravings, and a strange crest walked before them. He carried a strange staff with a red crystal in the head. And wore a strange mask. He walked before the guards with a calm pace.

It seemed he is the warden of this strange prison where they will have most likely held for a long time.

Vurdok's slit-pupiled eyes scanned the area, Searching for a means to escape. Any opening in their enemies armor. Not as if he wanted to escape. He was a retired STG agent after all. He knew his chances. He knows when to negotiate and when to fight. Without it, he would not live this long. Hé just liked tó know his surroundings.

He inspected his new bracelets. It seemed they are made from some kind of unknown alloy what made them impossible to use their hands and fingers by using some kind of unknown energy field holding it together. He thought he would inspect later in their cells. No one needs to see his tinkering. However, he was sure their cells were under constant surveillance. He had tó be subtle.

As they walked through the corridors. Vicrius saw how his soldiers were ordered to enter the cell. If they refused, they were either tossed or paralyzed with the alien's strange weapons then carried inside.

He and Vurdok arrived before their appointed cells and stopped by their guards.

For outside the cells seemed not more than three square meters. Black colored cell doors lined up close to each other in rows. When the doors opened, all four of their jaws dropped. Seemingly the prison cell what looked to be so small from outside. Was way bigger inside. It was like a bigger living room then back in Palaven. Apparently, the furniture were fixed on the walls before them.

While their mouth gaped. Vudrok, the salarian admiral, withheld his breath. Even in his long time in the Salarian STG. He never saw such things like what was before his eyes. "Impossible…" he whispered.

Then they were ordered to go in by the strange robed alien who emitted some kind of black aura from itself. The dread took them even seeing him. "You two! Get in! Walk at the end of the room!" he motioned with his staff.

Vicrius looked down to the ground then looked to the Matriarch who nodded to him. He and Vurdok entered the cell and walked inside of the cell. Seeing an imaginary opening Jones collected his remained courage and rage and started to charge towards the robed figure.

The robed figure glanced towards him lazily. Seemingly not caring about his futile attempt. Just before he could reach him. He felt a jolt of electricity ran through his body. His strength immediately started leaving him and start to fall towards the ground.

The Matriarch glared at the robed figure and kneeled beside the unmoving admiral. She inspected his life signs and sighed in relevance seeing he is alive. "Don't worry… He will not die."

The masked figure turned around, and one of the dreadful mechs like figure grabbed the human admiral and followed the robed figure.

Phogatea was both terrified and excited seeing so many races in one place. Seeing their technology and some of their soldiers still carried close ranged weapons, shields and although they were in a prison block. The walls were adorned with flags and various engravings. Things what her race did not practice since ancient times.

Seeing these things, she could not think anything else just to admire and fear these aliens. Seeing those fearsome bulky figures whose escorted them. She felt fear. She felt fear what if because of their actions these aliens might attack Thessia. Seeing their energy based technology and seemingly the capability of appearing through those strange black oval gates.

There is a high chance they might be annihilated. She only hoped it is not the case and these aliens seek peace, not destruction. However, seeing their fleets sheer size, their technology and most likely militarized society. They seemed more like conquerors than diplomats.

"May I speak with your leader? I am sure we can discuss this misunderstanding." She said. Hoping the robed figure may lead her to these strange people leaders and she can use her diplomatic skills to prevent further bloodshed.

The robed figure glanced back to her while continued his walk. "The Fleet Admiral will send for you if the times comes. Until that. Don't cause trouble." The masked figure tone was completely cold. She felt neither anger or spite in his tone. Despite she was a captive. It was like he does not care about what her people had done.

She was led to her cell and ordered to walk to the nearby walls on the other side of the room. The Matriarch still can't understand how the room is bigger inside than outside. It is simply contradicted all physical laws. The human admiral placed to the ground by one of those black armored bulky mechs in a position where he directly fell in the bed. The figure walked out of the room, and she felt as the gravitation started to pull her towards the wall behind her back.

It was strange. Now as the direction of the gravity changed. It was like they were in a deep pit. The energy bindings what held together her bracers seemingly disengaged and she can use her hands again. Although, the bracers remained on her wrist signing despite that the cells were relatively well equipped. She was still a prisoner.

After she put the human admiral on the bed normally and inspected the books. She started to meditate to relieve her stress and think about what is really happened. Think about a solution.

Meanwhile, in General, Vicrius and Admiral Zirkok cell.

Fortunately, Vicrius was placed with his old friend in one cell. Admiral Zirkok. He's known him more than ten years, and he was always a good friend. So, they could pass the time while trying to understand the unknown language of the books by discussing the events and the battle. But because seemingly their Omni-tools were confiscated, As well with every bit of technology that the aliens found on them.

They could only communicate due to that Zirkok learned the turian language in his younger days. But because he did not practice it since his younger days. It was a little rusty. Still, it was better than sitting in silence and staring at each other.

The Admiral and the General looked around in their cell. It was fairly big. But because of its size, it seemed a little empty with the two beds, restroom, and ultrasonic shower. (after all. Despite the magic, you can't waste the precious water.

Even if you can make enchantments that can produce an almost infinite amount of water. The enchantment was too expensive to place it in a prison cell.)

The cell despite its size was quite cultured. Many thoughts ran through Zirkok's mind as he inspected the room. "Vicrius, This technology is incredible! I saw many things what deemed impossible before… But this!" he pointed around with his hand. "This is purely impossible!"

Vicrius just sighed and shook his head while he sat down one of the bed. "What have we done…" He slumped forward.

"Energy weapons! Energy shields! He inspected his bracers and started to poke it. What detecting his attempt to remove it sent a small jolt in his hand. "Unknown technology what defies the laws of the physic…"

He moved his hand away feeling the jolt. "Seemingly they are way ahead of us…"

He looked to the wall nearby. A holographic screen can be seen on it. For a moment it became black then a subtitle appeared on the black screen. 'Initializing new language…'

'Proceeding…'

Zirkok looked towards the screen. It seemed the subtitle is in his tongue. Vicrius looked up, and he saw the caption in his own language as well. It was like the display showed the language for everyone in their own language.

'Finished! Translator software initialized!'

'Please choose a channel from the list. Caution! Every disobedient act or attempt to escape entails punishment!'

'Have a nice day!'

The list appeared off the possible shows and channel listed in categories.

Zirkok looked to the strange screen on the wall. "Let's know more about our captors…"

Fortunately, the shows on the strange holographic television were automatically translated into their language so they can get a clearer vision about these new strange aliens. They switched channel after channel, but none contained useful clues about where these aliens are coming from or what are they planning.

There were only a few movies, series, and one news channel. The two of them watched the news channels for a while. In the news, numerous various raced creatures can be seen.

Zirkok knew. Although the Council has a great amount of influence and the biggest known political and military alliance in the galaxy. Still, even with their power and rich history. They barely discovered the galaxy. He wondered how big is that interstellar alliance who they clashed and what miracles it could hold. How long they have existed and what kind of technology they use.

In the news, they spoke about some sort of magic. 'That's impossible… Magic only exist in the fairy tales… It must be some kind of name for that strange biotic powers…Maybe translator defect…' these thoughts ran through his mind as a two tray of food materialized before him and his friend.

Being a retired member of the STG, he inspected the food before him. Searching any trace of poison or hallucinogen drugs. Of course, it did not contain any of these things as he expected. It was just a bad habit back from his years with the STG. He suspected their captors would not tire themselves to bring them into custody just to kill them.

Doing that would be foolish, and there are much more efficient ways to get information from them if they wanted. Strangely the food was standard Salarian military ration. He looked to Vicrius direction and saw he already ate his food. Standard turian military ration. Most likely taken away from their captured ships.

Despite his depressed look. Vicrius was still the proud General of the Turian military. The Salarian Admiral knew his friend would not give up because of a failure. Somehow he will make it right.

Suddenly, they were noticed as the show in news channel ended and a new show started. It was an ask and answer style show. Similar to theirs back home. The numerous reporters from various races acted as every reporter used to in every section of the galaxy no matter the race. It seemed no matter the civilization the stain of media rats is present.

A bulky two and a half meters' tall creature what resembled a humanoid combined with a lion from Earth in a suit started to answer the questions of the reporters. The two of them listened to it with wide ears wanting to learn as much as they can about their position.

Then… Their eyes widened as they saw a black oval gate opening nearby by the lion-headed creature. Almost identical what they saw before their defeat.

Strangely everyone in the room kneeled immediately seeing the appearance of the strange phenom. Maybe it was the subject of their worship. Zirkok did not know, but it was certainly interesting.

A young white haired human looking girl with black military uniform stepped out of it. Zirkok being a Salarian still tried to figure out the physic behind those strange gates what ultimately sealed their defeat.

Aside from her strange eyes, she looked like a typical human teenager around her seventeens with a dreadful looking black sword strapped to her waist. The sword emitted dark and white fog from itself.

It seemed the aliens are not worshipping the strange phenom but the individual who stepped out of it and cheerfully welcomed them like it was some kind of game. Either she is a very high ranked individual in the government what ruled over the species or a tyrant.

Hearing the title 'Supreme Enforcer' both Zirkok and Vicrius can't decide which one is true.

From the title what the two fleet commander heard it could be both.

From her appearance, she seemed too young for holding such rank as 'Supreme Enforcer.' But as in the Asari race chase. Appearance can be deceiving. Zirkok knew this very well. Even the oldest thousand years Asari Matriarch can look as young than a twenty or thirty years old human female.

After this. She started to scold her audience playfully, to not show her such respect and call her by her titles. It was completely contradictory for the turian general who were raised to give the respect to others rank no matter the situation.

She apologized for her colleagues that couldn't come then started answering the question. The two of them listened carefully to the show and what surprised them not the quantity of the questions. But to not even one reporter dared or have any negative comment or question to the girl. All of them asked their questions with putting the honorifics or rank before the question.

What they could read most of the humanoid creature's face were respect and admiration. Barely any face was seen that showed fear, And none of them showed hate. At least amongst those faces who they could read. It was very unnatural and disturbing. Every society contained people who were dissatisfied with the current government and criticized it various ways. Most of these criticism and embarrassing questions, in general, came from the direction of the reporters or the press in every civilization.

After the program ended. The two fleet commander spoke about various things. Tried to read the books once again. In other words, Spent their time as well as they could.

Only a half day passed, but it seemed the leader of these strange aliens already summoned them. The same red robed masked figure who carried a staff appeared behind the opening alloy doors.

"Stand near the walls." He motioned to the wall nearby with his staff. From their point of view of Zirkok and Vicrius, it seemed he can defy the gravity and can walk on the walls.

The masked figure moved his staff, and the crystal started to shine at the end of the staff. The gravitation returned to normal, and they bindings in their hands pulled their wrist together again. The world returned to normal, and they could walk on the ground normally again.

Admiral Alfred and Matriarch Phogatea were already with the escort.

All four of them looked around suspiciously as they walked through the long corridors. Inspecting their surroundings. Still searching for the means of escape the mean of hope. Or any other thing what can give them an edge when it comes to bargain.

As they reached the wall, the four fleet commanders thought they would execute them. Then the masked figure moved his black wood like staff again, and a portal appeared on the wall before him.

All four of their eyes widened. Seeing these aliens could rip portals through time and space. Of course, they already saw the second fleet arrived through some kind of portals and the strange shows on the TVs.

But until this. They thought it was some kind of optical holographic illusion what was created to scare them and that second fleet was jumped in the system subtly after the first engaged in battle. Then using some kind of advanced cloaking technology sneaked behind them.

The oval portal edges colored in light blue. The staff wearing robed figure motioned with his staff, and the four of them stepped through the gate. They arrived a new corridor where they started their few minutes walk.

They saw so many races around them on their way as they ran place to place doing their jobs. It seemed it was not a single empire which they attacked. But some kind of alliance between multiple races. The turian general seeing the various races around him already regretted attacking them.

Of course, he knew already something was not right with that fleet when he saw their abnormally but somehow beautiful designed ships that seemingly does not have windows.

The Holo television shows were full of ridiculous themed shows what they only saw those sci-fi and supernatural themed shows and the news channel what only give them the basic information was as well full of ridiculous things. It was not bad and were very enjoyable. But nonetheless were ridiculous and when they saw it was signed. 'The film based on true story.' They could not do anything just smile in the silliness of the situation.

You don't have to say none of them believed in this and thought this was some kind of fabrication. The salarian admiral and the Matriarch still mused about the fact.

These aliens use energy weapons to slice their ships open like their ablative armors, and kinetic shields were not even there. Then when the smaller ships started to use gravitation based weapons what according to the scanners shoot small gravity anomalies what ripped apart their fighters. They even more surprised seeing a technique what they thought was the biotic own.

After that they know… There was no turning back. Either they win or risk the enemy fleet come to the Citadel and start an invasion. If that comes. They are lost.

Vicrius glanced to Alfred who gazed him with eyes full of hate and anger. He turned his head away from him and looked to the ground with an ashamed expression. He knows what he has done. Because of him… Many of his own soldiers and the allied forces have been killed today. He felt himself responsible. The feeling of guilt started to suffocate him.

That was not the worst thing. The worse thing was that based how they were treated. This new alien civilization seemingly has war treaties. He did not know if they even have treaty that prevented rape, torture or guaranteed any fair treatment of prisoners. He only hoped his men would be treated just as well as him and his fellow fleet commanders.

Through various corridors and portals, they reached a big double sided door what slowly slid away with a hiss when they approached it.

Behind the doors, they saw a big black marble table with five chairs. The Sorcerer Kingdom crest covered the walls, and a big holographic screen can be seen on the walls where various tactical information can be seen.

Before the screen stood a strange looking alien what for first glance looked like some kind of humanoid lizard hybrid. The same what the turian general speak with. Besides him, several equally strange alien from various races stood. Along the walls ten guards from different races guarded him.

The Lizardman turned around hearing the door opened. "I see our guest arrived."

He waved his clawed hand, and the bracers released them from their captivity. "Please sit down…"

The four fleet commanders glanced behind their back hearing the door hissing sound. Then looked to each other.

All four of them sat down.

The Lizardman Fleet Admiral sat down.

"I am Fleet Admiral Zaryusu Shasha… The commander of the First Expedition Fleet by the generosity of the Sorcerer King. Ainz Ooal Gown himself."

All four of them nodded not knowing what to do and who is the Fleet Admiral spoken about. The mouth of the Lizardman seemingly curled to a smile. Not knowing his race usual facial expressions, the four fleet commander don't know where to put this expression. "I have many questions… And we have much to discuss…"

The four of them looked to each other. "Do you need anything drink or eat?" asked the Fleet Admiral with a hospitable tone as a beautiful woman in a typical black and white maid uniform stepped out from the shadows with a tray. What contained various drinks and cakes.

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Scene Change: Council Chambers: Citadel:

After Councilor Valern received the message from Dalatrass. (The message arrived through encrypted comm boys what the STG used to relay their encrypted messages in Black OPS situations.)

Valern face became pale. Reading the reports and running through the data package what he received from Dalatrass received long ago.

The package contained data about the status of the fleet what they sent to monitor the system and the fact; they clashed with the other civilization.

His face became even paler when he read the civilization had energy based weapons, shields and utterly annihilated the fleets what the council stationed in the system. Then the whole reinforcements what the United Council fleets stationed outside of the system.

According to the reports. Barely a few ships and only three heavily damaged dreadnought returned from the battle. This was a huge loss, and even with the advanced infrastructure of the Salarian Union, it will take several years to replace the losses.

He did not have any more data about the other ships. According to the data. Their IFF broadcast has been disabled, not long before the data package has been sent. So, they most likely destroyed.

He squinted his eyes when he listened to the first transmission between the two civilization.

The turians did it again… They sparked an another first contact war. War what most likely they will not win despite their power and influence. They need to solve this diplomatic incident immediately and send diplomats whose can smooth out this clash. If possible, recover the captives.

The problem was the next. He would know almost nothing about newly appeared enemy race or races if this civilization was an alliance between multiple races. And according to the data what Dalatrass received from the admiral. The boarding soldiers were varied in sizes and shapes. So, it was most likely it is an alliance between multiple races. Like their Citadel Council.

He heard a beeping sound and his three fellow councilors holographic image appeared before him.

"Valern… we have a problem." Said Tevos the Asari councilor.

Valern nodded and turned towards his fellow councilors. "I assume… Did you receive a data package not long ago? Am I correct?" asked Valern with a seemingly calm tone.

All three of them nodded. "Yes… hearing the news is very unsettling. Our fleets have been annihilated, and we have no news since then. The whole fourth fleet is gone… the whole system went dark. We lost every contact with the system." said Councilor Anderson with a worried tone.

Valern nodded. "I am aware of it." He looked at the turian councillor with an angry expression.

"Is your General aware of what he has done? Sparatus? Is he aware he has most likely caused an another first contact war? War! What according to the data what I received from Dalatrass we will most likely lose!"

Sparatus mandibles moved slightly thinking through what he had to say. "I am sure General Vicrius chose the best possible solution in that situation. We don't know the whole picture Valern… We have only fractures of data. Nothing clear. That first message can be a simple forgery what the enemy sent just to divide us."

"Forgery!?" he stepped back in his rage. Valern could barely control himself. "It has the watermark of Admiral Zirkok and his STG ID. Sparatus! According to our best knowledge STG IDs impossible to forge. I am quite convinced it is not a forgery!" explained Valern.

Anderson gritted his teeth and looked to Sparatus for a moment. Then back to himself. "Damn! When the Reapers so close! We lose the whole fourth fleet!"

"Gentlemen! Please… Stop arguing and concentrate on the solution. We will have enough time to find out who is to blame after we solved this situation." Tevos still tried to upkeep the peace.

"She is right…" interjected Anderson. "We need to think clearly. Despite our losses, we need to send a few scouts in the system. In the worst case to warn us about the possible danger. In good case to give our message to these new aliens our willingness of negotiation."

Sparatus nodded. "I agree! We need to prepare special envoys trained to handle first contact scenarios and war treaties."

"Indeed… That would be most advised." Said Valern.

They continued their discussion with the details and possible plans about how they can get out of this mess. Then went back to prepare the search a suitable ship and Envoy.

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Scene Change: Gown Prime: Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick: Ninth Level: Ainz's room:

Ainz and Esdeath sat before the huge holographic TV holding controllers in their hands. The two of them was in Ainz's room. Nowadays controlling the games with controller counted as an old fashioned way to control games. Still, this method posted more challenge when a person played with games. Then playing through a neural interface.

Of course, they sent out all of the guards, deactivated the surveillance systems and activated their highest tiered anti-divination methods so no one can see this little fun of theirs before the two of them started their little gaming session.

Not because they were ashamed about their hobby and passion. But without the guards they could speak normally without having to worry about the image that they built for a long time being damaged.

The guards of course always had opposed this decision. Saying… 'What if something happens while we are away Ainz-sama/Esdeath-sama?' But in the end, they follow the orders of the two Supreme Beings and go out.

While they spoke, the two friends played games, read comics, manga and similar Otaku things. Thanks to their status the two of them could always get in first hand the freshest from these as a 'gift' from their vassals. It was not a bad thing. Not at all. True the archives of Nazarick were full of old Earth literature from their previous life. But they finished with it a long time ago.

Because of their social status. The two of them were always supplemented by the freshest of these particular items for free. After all, … No matter the race, how old or how much power you have. A Gamer Otaku remains a Gamer Otaku.

Unfortunately, they could rarely indulge themselves in their hobby and introvert personality because of their numerous tasks and responsibilities.

Currently, the two of them played with the new. Freshly released fighter game. The two Supreme Beings hands could be barely visible because how fast they pushed the buttons on their holographic controllers.

Meanwhile, the match went on as they spoke with each other. "Family?" asked Esdeath while concentrated on her fighter and blocked Momonga another hit with a combo.

"They are well… well, mostly… Albedo, Zesshi, and Shalltear are always nagging me when I will take them on vacation… Our last vacation was one hundred years ago after all. We really need a little time to relax."

Esdeath nodded. "The kids? How are they?"

Ainz sighed. "The children? Beelzebub is ruling over an another world as usual and as you know very well. Eleanor, as usual, governs Touch Me ( first golden world colony name. Don't laugh!)

And from the reports, she is doing a pretty decent job. And the few times I meet her she and her family seemed happy." Explained Momonga.

Esdeath nodded. "I hope she is not doing anything again what we have to go and fix. Remember last time?" she glanced towards Momonga with a grinning expression.

The overlord of death chuckled thinking back the situation. "Indeed… she is a troublesome child… It cannot be helped she inherited her mother's temper."

"Serene?"

"She is one of your special squad. Don't you remember?" Ainz glanced to Esdeath.

A thoughtful expression moved on her face. "Yes, you are right. I almost forgot where I put her. But now you mentioned her… I remember I put her to lead my personal bailiff squad. Now you say… I remember she just complained one week ago she and her team is restless and need something to do."

"Do you gave her any useful tasks?" asked Ainz.

"Well, I sent her to discover a new system with a small fleet. That should entertain them for a while…"

Ainz stopped the game and glared to Esdeath realizing she forgot where she put his child. "Do you seriously forgot where you put your niece!?"

She panicked for a moment. "N-No… Of course not… But there are too many things I had to take care of… Military things, my personal projects, training, leading the Scientific research wing of the Kingdom, taking care of Vector and his sister… I am busy. You know? I don't even have time to sleep anymore, not as if I need it…" She rolled her eyes. "Anyway. They are more than one thousand years old they can take care of themselves. Hell… Even they have grandchildren now."

Ainz noded. "Umu. I see what you want to say… I am sorry my sudden outburst."

Esdeath nodded and turned back to the game.

"No problem. You were right when you were upset." She sighed.

The two of them turned back to the game.

"Not even speaking of my games and the new mangas. They start to pile up in my room. I can only play with you because I placed meeting the higher-ups at a later time. Not as if they complained… Ass lickers… "she spat with a dissatisfied tone.

" Even if I intentionally made a mistake and they recognize it. They are either too afraid, or they like me too much to tell it in my face... This is just annoying… Even after I said them numerous times. Even I can make a mistake and say if they see I made a mistake just say so I may correct myself but… they just continue ass licking." she sighed. "I hate ass lickers…"

She looked up Ainz's room cellar and watched the expensive ancient crystal chandelier for a moment. "I really need to take notes… It seems. Older I become. The less thing I remember…" a depressive aura started to surround her. "Either I need to die already or retire." She sniffed.

Momonga patted his friend back. "Don't be sad. Don't give up… I know how you feel… sometimes even I forgot things…. And my vassals do the same thing to me as you… and even after we founded this Kingdom around 1200 years ago… if I made a mistake, they still think this was all along my plan. Then overreact it. Albedo and Demiurge are the worst…"

The two friends sighed in unison.

Ainz looked to his friend. "By the way… What about Vector? I see his sister many times, and she is progressing in an abnormal speed with her studies according to everyone who is teaching her. Aside she is always encasing herself among her books and hides away so no one bothers her in a dark corner or appearing to be in an important meeting, start to stare others and poke them if they make her curious. Aside from these, She is quite talented."

"She is as strange as I am. You know I love poking people too…." She explained.

Momonga nodded. "But Vector missed a lot of lessons, of course, he is talented as well and much more open to everyone. Still his slacking makes me worry about him. I am just saying… according to his teachers, he is missed a lot of Lessons. Even my lessons… "

They continued the game while they spoke. Esdeath took a sip from her hot drink.

She sighed. "It cannot be helped… He is more interested in the practical lessons, and he inherited my adventurer spirit…" she shook her head.

Ainz nodded while "By the way… I did not even know their father. Who is it? One day you just said you need some time alone and you just disappeared for five whole years. Then when you reappeared holding a three-year-old boy's hand and an infant in your arm who frightfully resembled you. Then announced they are yours… Where were you? It has bugged me for nine years." Ainz asked his friend.

Esdeath made a critical hit on his friend by her in-game avatar. "As I said… I needed some time alone to collect myself together a little bit. As for the father… I hope you understand I would not like to speak about it. There is a high chance the father does not even exist…" she said in a bitter tone.

Ainz turned to his friend suddenly. "You don't say!?"

"I just said… Even if you are my best friend. This is a secret even before you. I hope you understand…"

Ainz nodded and turned back to the game. "I understand… Unless it risks you or the safety of Nazarick. You can keep the information secret."

Esdeath nodded. "Thank you…"

The match was almost over, and it seemed it would end with a draw. Suddenly on the right side of their screen, a warning sign started to beep. It warned them about an important call.

They stopped for a moment. Looked to each other. Quit the game. Disabled their controllers and sat behind Ainz's desk in a position like they were discussing something important.

The call sign said the caller is Demiurge. The tactical commander of the Sorcerer Kingdom under Esdeath. Ainz pushed a button on the haptic interface before him, and the Creator of the Blazing Inferno appeared on the screen.

He was a 1.8m tall demon, with dark skin, and nicely combed black hair. Behind the round glasses are eyes so squinted that they aren't normally visible. Wearing a British suit with a tie, he is dressed like a gentleman. Behind his back is a silver tail, covered with metal plates and six long spikes at the end were visible even through the live feed.

"Yes, Demiurge… Do you have something to report?" said Ainz in a tone what was fit for the ruler of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

"Hey, Demiurge-kun!" Esdeath waved him with a childish manner.

"Ainz-sama! Esdeath-sama!" he bowed his head before his masters. "We have the first contact with the aliens." Announced the devil with his usual sinister smile.

Ainz and Esdeath looked to each other for a moment then turned back to the screen. "What did you just say?" asked Esdeath with a surprised tone.

A sly smile curled on the archdevil face. He bowed his head respectfully. "As I said. We have the first contact with the aliens." It could not be seen in Ainz skeletal face, but he was surprised as well.

"How'd it go?" asked Ainz.

Demiurge smiled dropped, and an angry expression moved on his face. "Those despicable creatures dared to attack our exploration fleet right after we stepped through the relay."

"Why did they do that? Did the fleet admiral offend them in anyway?" asked Esdeath.

Demiurge shook his head. "No, the aliens babbled something about we sent suicide probes, crippled their ships and killed hundreds of their people. When Fleet Admiral Zaryusu asked more time for investigating things. The alien simply started to shoot his flagship."

Ainz hummed. "What about the battle? was our fleet able to repel the attackers? Is this fleet who attacked us sent by only one race or collective of races?" asked Ainz.

"Collective of races Ainz-sama." Replied Demiurge. Then pushed a few buttons on his side and the attacking alien's pictures started to project on the screen. One by one.

Ainz inner eyes widened, and the two red lights in his skull orbits started to shine stronger. "What the hell!? Salarian? Turians? Asari? Humans with the System Alliance Badges?" His emotion Suppression Activated because of the sudden shock and a bright green aura appeared around him.

After he had regained his composure, he started to think. "Right… It was evident they are out here somewhere when we found the Element Zero and the Mass Relay… But to meet them so soon… Unexpected at least."

Esdeath just sipped her coffee when she saw the pictures. Then… She immediately spat it out with a black stream after the realization reached her brain. "Pffffff!"

Unfortunately, Ainz was near her and also got a little coffee to his robes. He looked to Esdeath.

"Really?"

"Sorry…" she said with an ashamed expression.

Demiurge appeared again on the screen.

Esdeath leaned forward placing her drink on the table with a thoughtful expression. "What about the battle? Was our expedition fleet was able to subdue the attacking fleet?"

Demiurge nodded calmly. "Yes, however, the fleet suffered losses. But thanks to Fleet Admiral Bareare we were able to prevent the attacking fleets escaping the battle zone after fleet admiral Zaryusu subdued them."

Esdeath nodded calmly. "And?"

"We already started the salvaging operations and fixing our crippled ships. Building the command center in the closest planet is under way. The situation is under control." The live feed about the surrounding of the relay other side appeared beside Demiurge's head on the screen.

Ainz saw as much automatic and living force controlled salvaging ship collecting the escape pods and cutting to pieces to the hulls of the burned out ships. Meanwhile searching unknown useful technology.

As the reader can suspect. Most of the Salvager ships controlled by an Artificial Intelligence who are created just for this task.

"Good work Demiurge." Esdeath praised him.

Ainz raised his skeletal hand. "As expected. Good work Demiurge."

Demiurge bowed while a proud smile curled on his face. "Thank you Ainz-sama! This humble servant does not deserve the praise words of the Supreme Beings."

Ainz nodded, but in truth, he screamed inside. "Why do they always do this!?"

"Please, Ainz-sama! Authorize me to dispatch further forces or even authorize me to personally take actions against of those mongrels who dared to oppose your rule! Please give me the opportunity, and I will promise I will make them kneel! Their world will burn for this transgression! I promise!"

Ainz looked to the screen. Demiurge just bowed his head while placed his fist over his heart showing his zeal towards them.

Then a fast battle report appeared on the screen. According to it, the enemy military presence was high in the area when the Fleet Admiral arrived through the relay. The Sorcerer Kingdom was able to subdue them with minimal living force losses. Still, they have losses what they needed to replace.

Ainz raised his hand. "Demiurge… We don't have enough information to make such hasty steps."

"Please accept my apology ruler of the Supreme Beings. I just can't stand even the thought of lower lifeforms daring to attack your forces without any reason."

"It's okay…" said Ainz. Then continued.

"Demiurge… we could easily subdue them with force if it's necessary. But it may cause great losses. And it would be not challenging at all." Explained Ainz.

"As you say Ainz-san. It would be enough to dispatch a higher level vassal in their capital and organize a bloodbath to make them surrender. But that would be just boring." Said Esdeath while poured some more coffee for herself.

(vassals above level 60 counted as walking apocalypse from the point of view of normal people and can take down an adult thresher maw with minimal effort. Ainz and Esdeath way above level 100. Use MMO logic measure powers :))

Demiurge looked up, and an evil smile curled on his face. "I see… As expected from the Supreme Beings. Knowing they have no chance against the superior forces of the Supreme Beings. You two want to subdue them by using your unparalleled intellect. As expected from the Supreme Entities!" He bowed deeper. "This humble servant would not dare even to dream to come up with your intellect."

Ainz nodded.

Esdeath continued. "Continue the operations, prepare the higher leveled vassals and the backup fleet to attack if necessary. But keep them in reserve. Watch all channels in the case if these aliens want to negotiate. Seeing how our forces handled them… They surely want to request at least a cease-fire if not peace… Besides that, there is a bigger enemy lies outside of the border of the galaxy and it is closer to every moment. We can't waste our forces and resources with a meaningless show of power."

Demiurge eyes squinted. "Bigger enemy? I am not sure what kind of enemy you are speaking off Esdeath-sama. But I am sure with the power of the Supreme Beings there is no other being who can challenge us."

"Demiurge… Don't be overconfident… Don't forget what we agreed with Ainz-san that also applies to you. We are only observers. We only use our power if it's completely necessary. Despite our power we not omnipotent. We can't solve all of their problems." Explained Esdeath.

Demiurge bowed his head. "I understand…" he said in a bitter tone. "Esdeath-sama. I will take actions right away! I have just the right person who can handle the negotiations." A sadistic smile curled on his face.

"Aside from this. I request you to hasten the ship production, and I request the setup of three whole new fleets equipped with the most modern technology and magical enchantments. You can use my private sources what I separated only for this case if it's necessary."

Demiurge nodded. "It will be done."

Ainz nodded. "We trust your judgment Demiurge. If anything happens. Notify us immediately!"

"Ainz-sama. Esdeath-sama." He bowed last time and the connection terminated.

Ainz and Esdeath sighed. They looked to each other. "Well… This was unexpected…" said Esdeath.

Ainz nodded. "Indeed… But at least we have something new to do."

"True…" she agreed. "What do you think? Do we frighten them?" "She grinned like a sadistic child.

Ainz sighed. "Idiot…"

Esdeath started to laugh.

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Scene Change: USS Prophet Heavy Dreadnought:

Fleet Admiral Zaryusu Shasha stood on the bridge of the USK Prophet. (Executor-class Heavy Dreadnought) Currently, he inspected the sea of stars and as the automated salvage ships clean the surrounding from the wreckages outside of his ship.

Due the ship had no windows. The holographic displays showed the space around the ship. Supplementing the viewer, the necessary visual information, and data what the admiral needed to effectively relay commands to his subordinates and tactically control his fleet.

One and a half day passed since the battle. One and a half day passed since the battle what cost the fleet admiral dearly happened. These 'aliens' cost his fleet four Smaragdina class dreadnought, at least fifteen cruisers and numerous smaller crafts.

Fortunately, the two heavy Executor-class Dreadnought was still good condition even after the battle. Their new experimental shields, weapons, armor, systems and the New A.I. what is installed not long before the battle did good service to them.

The losses not what bothered Zaryusu Shasha the most. After all, the ships can be replaceable, and most of the ships what brought through the relay were older models what soon would be retired. Of course, he lost more than the half of the fleet what the Supreme Beings bestowed him in this battle.

But this was not his biggest concern. His fleet will be fully operational in one month with newer more modern ships what was almost out of the shipyards of Touch Me (don't laugh! Name of the first colony. Seriously!).

After all, the yearly ship release from the shipyards is two months distance. So, the fleet what he got will be fully operational at that time.

Until that… Fleet Admiral Bareare help him take care of the system security and get a normal foothold in the system. After all, without a normal foothold, it would be hard to explore the surrounding systems and prepare an another attack. What he was sure will happen once sooner or later.

As Zaryusu watched the small salvaging ships, he still marveled the magical and engineering solutions what made them possible to build such little miracles.

By using magical breakdown technology, everything can be degraded back to essential components where they can repurpose the materials usage to another thing. Use them whatever is necessary to the advancement of the Sorcerer Kingdom. In cases, the Salvager ships were even able to recover enchantments so it can be used again.

As he watched the scenery from the bridge of his ship. Many thoughts ran through his mind. Mostly concerns about the future of the Kingdom. He knows very well the Supreme Beings and their vassals will use their godly powers and miracles if the situation turns dire. Very few people did not believe about this. But not many of them dared to say this out loudly.

Instead, they used the maginet to spread chaos. Without less success than its expected… But as the sociologist explained. It is the inherent part of every civilization and culture. Someone will always rebel against the system, however, good its works.

The first contact did not go as well as the Fleet Admiral hoped. No… It went horribly. According to the first contact protocol what the Sorcerer King himself signed. Their main task was peacefully made contact with the new civilization and through negotiations and diplomacy slowly build a steady relationship meanwhile adapted to the other civilization reactions.

If they have peaceful intentions. They will be peaceful as well towards them. If they are aggressive and want to conquer them. They will fight until their last breath. If not strength, then with their wits. If the aliens want to force them their own religion or culture. Then they will reject them and beat them some sense.

The newly acquired war prisoners' interrogation and monitoring went well. Of course, they not learned from most of them anything that their military protocols did not let them give away. But it was enough to get clearer a picture.

The engineer teams acquired such quantity of data and so many new technologies from the ships it will take years fully analyzing them and finding some use of them. From the ships, they acquired quite a sum of cultural information's as well what the sociologist and other experts will jump on like a mad dog after they get their hands on it.

Zaryusu remembered with an amused grin those moments when he brought such data before his few scientist friend.

He still remembers about how a few of his friends who works as an engineer, magical researcher, and scientist outrage then want to debate with him how useful is that thing what he just called useless a moment ago.

After all, Someone's trash, someone's treasure. And most of the scientist and magical researchers hated thrashing out ideas without completely understood and went around it.

Most of the information what concerned about the aliens' military seemingly corrupted in the data storage units. Due the alien's crew started to erase and code every information from their data storage units before V.E.G.A.N.S. could fully crack their system. Or they were heavily coded and needed decoding before it can normally be read again.

V.E.G.A.N.S. still worked on the decoding, but he was close to crack the code. If cracking the code taking this long, then that meant the information was heavily in scripted with multiple encryption methods. That meant they would recover valuable information after he finished.

Who knows… after it was decoded. Their A.I. can even create an error correction code what may restore the corrupted data what damaged in the erasing process. Until that. The only thing what they can do is wait, lick their wounds, continue everything as the protocol states and prepare for the worse.

The command center building in this system went well. Still, he did not let his soldiers celebrate their victory with full steam. Because it was not the end of the story. No… It was only the beginning a most likely long war.

The short range scanner started to beep as it detected a small single spacecraft entered in the system. Their cloaked smaller hunter class ships with their barely one-hundred-meter length and optical and virtual cloaking already surrounded the smaller ship what was around fifty meters.

"Fleet Admiral! They are hailing us!" said the ensign who sat beside Zaryusu.

"Put them through!" he ordered the elf communication officer.

On the holographic screen blue woman appeared. She was most likely an Asari. If what they learned from the information and the aliens are true.

"I am Fleet Admiral Zaryusu Shasha. The system is on lockdown by the forces of the Sorcerer Kingdom. What business do you have here? If nothing, please turn back and leave the system or we may have to force you."

"I am Matriarch Irifze T'neava. I was sent by the Citadel Council to discuss a ceasefire and if it's possible peace between our races." Explained the Asari.

"Now you want peace. But when we offered your General to explain the situation you shoot at us immediately…"

For a moment both of them was silent. The Matriarch looked away with an embarrassed expression. Then continued.

Zaryusu continued seeing the embarrassed expression of the blue woman. "We are seeking peace in the name of the Supreme Beings. But we do not tolerate, stand aside and let ourselves subdued by hostile forces. Every vassal of the Sorcerer King rather dies than let that happen."

The Asari Matriarch bowed her head. "We understand and terribly sorry for this unfortunate 'misunderstanding.' Like you, as we as well are seeking peace and the understanding of each other and we hope we can solve this thing through the ways of words, not violence."

"I am glad hearing that." Zaryusu bowed his head slightly. "So, that means you are here to negotiate for the captured prisoners?"

"Partly…" The Asari Matriarch nodded. "In another part, I am here to discuss you the neutral place where our diplomats can meet and smooth out this misunderstanding."

Zaryusu smiled. "What makes you think we give us our advantageous position and go in a place where your forces can hit us?" he questioned her.

"I will send you the surrounding systems star map as the good faith of the Council and basic information about our races. If you wish. You can choose the place of the negotiations by yourself."

"Admiral we received a data package. According to the scans, it does not contains any harmful codes." Informed him the ensign.

"Put it on the other screen." The ensign nodded, and various star charts appeared on the screen as well the basic history of the races.

Zaryusu nodded and looked back to the screen. "Thank you. Give me a few hours. I will contact my superiors. Until that… I ask you to wait in patience."

"As you wish." The Matriarch bowed her head and the connection disconnected.

In the unarmoured diplomatic ship, the Matriarch sighed. The meeting was going better than she expected.

It signed the fact they were not shot immediately after their diplomatic ship entered the system. The Matriarch volunteered herself this mission due to her diplomatic skills and because of her nonvirulent incurable disease. She was at the end of her life. She had only a few years what in Asari standards were only a blink of an eye.

"Well, it went better than I expected… We are still in one piece." Said Sarcastically the human pilot.

The Matriarch sighed and shook her head hearing her pilot antics.

A few hours later she got an answer from the fleet admiral.

"Matriarch Irifze T'neava. I spoke with my superiors, and they chose a suitable place for the negotiations." Informed her the Fleet Admiral.

A beeping sound signed the diplomatic ship received a data package. The Matriarch inspected it and nodded. "That is a suitable place. What about the prisoners? Are you willing to hand over a few of them?"

Zaryusu sighed and shook his head. "However I want to hand you a few prisoners as the sign our good faith. I am sorry, but I can't do that. Too much security risk. I hope you understand. The Nebula what we chose to negotiations is only allowed small maneuverability, and because of the gravity storms near the sun, it makes unfit for an ambush. Being in the neutral zone, it is perfect for both sides."

"At least for your ships…" thought Zaryusu smugly.

The Matriarch nodded. "Acceptable."

"I advise you station a small fleet outside of the system. We do the same. Maximum one dreadnought class ship and five cruiser class. From your logs, we know your ship classification, and we will bring similar forces."

The Matriarch nodded. "I understand. I will relay the message towards the Council. But I hope after this case solved you can give out our people." Said the Matriarch hopefully.

Zaryusu nodded. "Of course, that's only natural. After all, with a few exceptions. None of them committed any serious war crime. But… To not leave with an empty hand I get the authority to send you the short history of my people and the names of our captives."

The diplomatic ship named Half Moon got an another data package what contained the Sorcerer Kingdom short history and the name of the captives.

"The discussion takes place in two days in the given coordinates. Be precise. My people appreciate precision."

"Of course…" the Matriarch bowed her head.

With that Zaryusu closed the connection.

The Matriarch turned her head towards her pilot. "We heading back the Citadel. We have a message what we have to pass as soon as possible."

The pilot nodded, pushed a few buttons then turned the ship towards her destination. With a flash. They disappeared from the system.

Fleet Admiral Zaryusu leaned back in his seat, and a thoughtful expression moved on his face. "So, it begins…" he murmured.

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Scene Change: Two days later:

Donell Udina, the human ambassador, was excited and frightened at once. Two days ago Anderson notified him he needed his skills as an ambassador for the first diplomatic meeting between them and the new aliens. He as well the other three council species sent their ambassadors to negotiate with the new race about possible peace and if it is possible their integration in the galactic community.

Currently, he and his fellow three ambassadors just arrived in the diplomatic transport shuttle what will take them to the Sorcerer Kingdom's diplomatic ship.

"Ah! Gadriel! It is good to see you again." Udina greeted his fellow ambassador. Gadriel Polin was the turian ambassador. He wore typical ambassador clothes and the tattoos on his face what showed his origin.

"It is good to see you again my friend." He greeted him back.

"Matriarch Nareenia. It is good to see you!" The Matriarch bowed her head. "It is good to see you again Ambassador Udina. We did not meet since the party what held celebrating our victory over the Geth." She wore an elegant dress what high lightened her good figure.

Udina found it strange. In his long political career, he never saw even one overweight Asari. Either they were naturally resistant to being overweight, or their government supported plastic surgery.

He did know not as if it bothered him.

"Indeed. It was a long time. At least in human standards." They shook hands.

Then turned to the Salarian diplomat. Segart Duyor. He wore his race typical diplomatic outfit. A blue together clothes with a hood. What entirely hid away the wearer bodily proportions. Giving an opportunity to the wearer to stand on an equal ground against others. "Ambassador Segart." Udina shook hands with him.

You could say he was not the best term with the Salarian Ambassador. Since Shepard's started to cause political shit storms with her rant about genocidal machines will eradicate them. Her personal crusade caused Udina more sleepless night than he could keep track. As he tried to correct the Commander wrongdoings in the merciless game what called politic.

As for Udina. He wore the typical white Ambassador uniform as usual. Being the Council the one who requested the meeting. The four of them sat down in the seats of the shuttle. The pilot of the small ship still waited for the hailing signs of depart.

Udina turned to his fellow ambassadors. "I assume you all read the reports and the codex what the aliens sent us."

The Matriarch nodded. "Indeed. In cultural point of view, it was very interesting. Disturbing. According to their history. Their civilization contains hundreds of races and spoke about some kind of Supreme Beings what rule and protect them as their deities."

"Yes... It was a very interesting read. But contained numerous ridiculous things. For example, the Codex writes about magic. Magic! Magic is not real." Said the turian ambassador with an offended tone.

"Maybe it is their word to their strange biotic." Explained Nareenia. "I remember many humans who I meet called biotic sarcastically space magic."

"Maybe you are right Nareenia. Magic and other supernatural phenoms are not existing. When you say, something is magic. It is only when you lack understanding how something work, and you think it is the work of the forces of Supernatural nothing more. Maybe they have no words yet to explain us those things and substitute it with the word 'Magic.'" Described the Salarian ambassador.

Gadriel nodded. "You are right Segart. But what is really unsettling about these aliens. Is their history. According to their history. Approximately one thousand and two hundred years ago arrived those who the text just calls 'Supreme Beings' and simply disbanded the surrounding countries with their greater technologies and forces. Seeing the surrounding countries so called corruption."

All four of them nodded, and Gadriel continued.

"According to the codex, they managed to conquer and subdue the continent less than five years. Then they built out a strong economy on the continent and conquered the whole world less than two hundred years."

The salarian ambassador nodded. "Hm… Troublesome. Most likely an another civilization with God complex found the primitive word then conquered it. We had to be cautious not to offend their culture in any way. From the reports. The fleet what they sent to explore this side of the relay was able to repel and cripple the Council unified fleet. Any missteps in the negotiations may trigger in an another war."

"I agree…" nodded Udina. "What is strange. According to the codex, they have humans as well like Earth. As well hundreds of other races on the same planet. What makes it sounding more impossible? According to the codex these races mostly from the fairy tales. Elves… Dwarves… Beastman… Dragons… the most ridiculous when the text states there are undead lifeforms amongst them." Scoffed Udina.

"Statistically impossible more than two sapient race living on one planet." Explained Segart. Then started to think while placed his hand to his chin.

"But if we consider the possibility. It is the possibility to an another alien race placed them the same planet as an experiment. As said in the codex what we received. Those aliens who named Supreme Beings in the text. Arrived a thousand and two hundred years ago. What if they planned this all along and placed those species on the same planet as an experiment?"

The three other ambassador looked to the Salarian ambassador with a curious expression.

"It is quite possible the civilization planned from the beginning and developed using a strict plan. Using many genetically alterations on the races to create separate ones and manipulate their advancement. Long before their arrival. This is frightening and genius at once. To be able to manipulate something this degree and planning something for such long time. Almost impossible. Even with the Genophage, we are not planned this far."

"You mean their whole civilization created by an experiment by artificial means?" asked Nareenia.

The salarian ambassador nodded. "Quite possible. Still, it is amazing how they managed to make so many races to cooperate with each other for a short time. Even with the genetical alterations, it is impossible. Of course… If all of this about the numbers of races is true and not a simple forgery just to frighten us."

The turian ambassador nodded. "Indeed… What makes me unsettling their ships sizes and quantity… What kind of civilization needs so many dreadnought class ships so early in their development? Even the Batarians does not have any of them before the council meets them. This is a sign of an aggressive nature. If they want to join the galactic community, they have to control their nature."

"Reading the reports. It is very unlikely they will just dismantle their ships and follow our regulations." Noted the Asari ambassador.

Gadriel sighed. "You are right Nareenia. They will most likely not. But until we manage to reach at least cease fire and not offend them anymore. It will be all right. At least they could protect themselves, and the turian fleet does not have to strain itself even more with their defense. It is on the verge of collapse after our losses. We can't protect everyone!"

"As said before. We need to be cautious to not accidentally offend them and play their game until we have information to bargain with them." continued the Asari ambassador.

Udina nodded. "Indeed. It would also be good if the treaties allow the Alliance more ships." He turned to the turian ambassador.

"It is not up to me Udina. Believe me. If it was up to me. I authorize it to the Alliance to have more ships." Said Gadriel.

Suddenly they felt as the diplomatic transport vessel started to shook slightly under them and start its way towards the Sorcerer Kingdom's diplomatic ship.

The diplomatic ships of the salarian, turians, humans and the Asari float far away from one another, out of weapon range. Messages sent by each faction indicate that they would welcome the Sorcerer Kingdom diplomatic ship as a neutral meeting ground for their diplomats.

The four of them looked out of the window of the small transport vessel and saw a strangely shaped ship colored in white. The turian ambassador wanted to whistle showing his admiralty to the ship design but being an ambassador, he can't embarrass his race with such acts. So he simply held himself back and watched the ship curiously.

The white colored ship became more and more visible as the transport vessel reached closer and closer. Making the ship details more visible. Many lights flashed in and out showing the ship is functional.

As they approached the ship, the pilot hailed them.

"It is the USK Calamity. You have permission to dock. Start the docking procedure." Noted the distinct metallic male voice through the communication channel. And the ambassadors saw as the small diplomatic vessel fly nearby the newly appeared docking tube and the diplomatic vessel dock with the help of the onboard VI.

It was indeed a beautiful ship. With a design what the four ambassadors never saw before.

The door hissed and initialized the pressure between the two ships. The sliding door opened and a strange human looking maid received them.

The four ambassadors looked at her for a moment. She was short girl with red-gold straight long hair. She wears an eyepatch over her left eye, while her right eye has an emerald color and target mark on the pupil. Her face is very delicate; it looks as if it was artificially crafted by hand. She wears accessories with military camouflage patterns. While her face is beautiful.

Her attire was similar was almost like a standard maid uniform. However, her biggest differences were her urban camouflage accessories and the cute sticker attached to a corner of her skirt with '1 yen' written on it. The other significant difference was the white gun she had holstered on her waist like how one would wear a sword.

The four ambassadors were utterly dumbfounded seeing a young maid received them. Despite their surprise, they stepped forward. The door behind them closed and from the walls, several green rays started to scan them.

The four of them looked around with a terrified expression. "Decontamination process… Complete!" Said a robotic voice.

Relieved from the fact it was only the decontamination protocol the four ambassador nervousness lessened.

The maid bowed slightly. "I am CZ2128 Delta. I will be your escort until we arrive in the meeting room." Her face does not show any emotions and talks in a flat tone. It was like she is either a machine or a dead inside. She bowed slightly.

"CZ2128 Delta? Strange name. She spoke in such flat, emotionless tone like she is not even a human being but a simple machine without any emotion programming." Thought Udina.

She turned around. "Please follow me."

The four of them nodded and followed her. The long corridor seemed completely empty. Only a few crest of the Sorcerer Kingdom and the symbol of the Supreme Beings could be seen.

The five of them walked through the corridor. Soon, they arrived a door where two bulky looking black armored creature stood. Their armors were exquisitely designed. Both rounded and slanted down edges can be seen on it. The armor seemed cracked in the chest area and a white dimming light emitted from the cracks.

Various white glowing rune symbols covered the armor of the hooded figures. From the hood, only the two guards white glowing eyes could be seen. On their hand, they held a strange futuristic looking carbine, and a great sword handle was visible behind their back.

They were Nephalem Pretorians. Hybrids between Angels and Demons like their summoner. Esdeath. Who created them with her racial ability. The guards mostly composed of aether energy encased in sturdy armor. Of course, if the case wished they could fight without armor as well. In that case, only attack what can harm their astral body can injure them.

Without armor, their touch caused deadly radiation and energy damage to every organic and most of the synthetics without proper resistance and insulation.

The four ambassador looked the two strange twisted angel like guards with a terrified expression. Of course, they suspected these guards only the security of the ship, and they are here only to safe keep them from possible terrorist attacks. Still, the picture of the two guards made them feel uneasy and made Udina remember the angels from the Bible.

Shizu Delta nodded to them what they answered with a simple head bow. As they approached the door. It started to open automatically. The maid and the four ambassadors entered the waiting room.

The four representative looked around with awe. The room was bigger than it first seemed. Like when they stepped through the door. They entered an entirely another world. It has every luxury what the richest amongst wealthiest could allow itself.

It was like they were not on the ship but a planet.

The maid bowed. "Please sit down. I notify Eleanor-sama about your arrival. Until that please be patient." She said in a flat tone. "If you need something drink or want something drink. Ask the maids in the room, and they will serve you whatever you wish."

Udina nodded. "Thank you."

CZ2128 Delta bowed slightly. Then turned around and walked out from the room. The four ambassador looked around. They sat on a comfortable elegantly designed couch what seemingly made from leather.

Near the walls, several maids from various races stood to wait for a command.

Nareenia and Udina touched it a few times the couch, and they were surprised about its quality. They looked around, and everything seemed made from the finest quality of materials. The carpet, the marble floor, the furniture. In other words, Everything.

Gadriel glanced outside of the window. He saw as various sky cars raced away beside their window. Enormous skyscrapers towered beside them, and numerous floating buildings floated aside each other. Green parks and lush forests can be seen in the distance.

Whatever simulation was this it was very lifelike. Gadriel even felt the warm of the sun through the window.

The maid walked to them. "I am Gwendoline the head of your personal maid squad in your staying here. If you need anything. Please notify me." Gwendoline was a warrior bunny. She has brown hair. Blue eyes and two distinct rabbit ears sprouted from the top of her head under her typical maid headpiece.

The four ambassador started the bunny eared humanoid for a moment and can't place her anywhere. They still tried to puzzle together the picture.

Their staring made the maid felt embarrassed, but she endured it. She started to blush. Seeing this the four ambassadors turned their heads away. "Please forgive us. We never saw your race before." Apologized Udina.

Gwendoline nodded. "It is okay. It often happens people who did not meet my people."

"Can you tell me which race you and your fellow maids are from?" inquired Nareenia.

She nodded. "Of course, I am from the vast clans of the proud Warrior Bunnies." She turned towards her colleagues and pointed at them.

"Warrior Bunnies? Is this some kind of cartoon?" thought Udina.

"My colleague's race is insectoid, werewolf, dark elf, and Birdman. I hope our appearance did not frighten you." She bowed deeply.

"No, it is not the case. We were just surprised." said uneasily Segart the Salarian diplomat. "You and your fellow maids by any chance from an another planet?"

"My great ancestors are from an another word if you ask that respected ambassador. But my colleagues according to our best knowledge inhabited Gown Prime since ancient times."

"I assume Gown Prime is the capital planet of your kingdom." Interjected the Asari diplomat.

She nodded. "Yes, that is the planet where the Supreme Beings found them and helped them step forward from the dark age of old gods."

"Can you tell us about these Supreme Beings a little more?" asked Nareenia.

She nodded. "Of course, but before that. Our respected ambassadors by any chance request something drink or light to eat?"

"A coffee it is possible." Said Udina. "A cup of tea." requested Nareenia."

"I would like to a cup of tea as well." Said Segart.

The maid turned to the turian ambassador. "Just a glass of water."

"We have food and drinks suitable for dextro-amino acid based lifeforms, respected ambassador. If you worry about that." Offered the maid while explained with a respectful tone.

"Then I would like something to drink. I trust you with it."

She bowed her head. "Very well." After this, she clapped her hands, and the four maids behind her started to work. Bringing the ordered drinks and a few salted and sweet cake.

They placed before them. The four ambassador inspected the delicious looking cakes.

"Thank you." Said Udina. The maid bowed.

"Now about those 'Supreme Beings.' Can you explain us who are they or what role they represent in your society?"

"Of course, the Supreme Beings are the ones whose saved us from ourselves in the dark times.

According to the people who lived in that age, they saved our world from destroying itself. According to them the races in Gown Prime was in each other throat. In a constant war against each other. If they did not show us the way. We would still be fighting each other and most likely extinct a long time ago."

"So they are aliens with advanced technology." Noted the salarian ambassador.

"Segart!" Nareenia frowned at him.

"I am sorry… Please forgive me If I offended you in any way."

"It is not a problem. They are not our world after all. And according to our laws. Everyone thinks whatever it wants until it doesn't limit others freedom."

"That's very democratic from them." Said Udina.

The maid nodded. "Still, their power and leadership made us possible to reach this far." She looked out the window with a smiling expression.

Gadriel nodded. "I see… So they guided the people in your home planet step by step to reach greatness… I must admit… I have never seen such things before."

"Yes… They are our gods and saviors after all! Without them. We would be still struggling with each other…"

She turned to the huge painting on the nearby wall. Folded her hands in a praying position and kneeled before the picture. Her fellow maids followed her example. "Blessed the name of the Forty Ones! Saviour of the worlds and conquerors of evil forces! Bringers of advancement! Ruler of the death and his enforcer! Bless us with your blessing! Don't let our sun goes away! And when our time come. Great Shinigami... Take our souls in your realm! Let us be one with you!" prayed Gwendoline.

"Blessed the names of the Forty Ones!" chanted the four other maids in unison.

"Blessed the names of the Forty Ones!" murmured Gwendoline as she looked up to the painting with her shining eyes.

The four ambassador looked at each other with a surprised expression than the picture.

On the nearby wall, a picture hung what portrayed forty-one figure standing beside each other while posed. One of them has the appearance of an undead skeleton creature who is devoid of skin and flesh. While so, the skeleton wore an elaborate, jet-black academic gown adorned with golden and violet edges. Closer is inspecting the picture; he has a type of tiny dark red glow radiating from inside the empty eye sockets. He held a staff of supreme quality. Around him, a dark swelling aura can be seen.

The staff in his hand takes traits from the Greek god Hermes' caduceus. It is entwined by seven serpents and in each of the squirming serpents' mouths hold a jewel of a different color. Its grip has a transparent quality like crystal and emits a bluish white light.

On his right side, a warrior who wears a shining white armor with a helm that has a huge sapphire embedded in its chest, radiating with pure and divine light stood proudly. Leaning to a pure white majestic looking greatsword.

The person who posed the left side of the avatar of death was a girl around her seventeens with eyes with black sclera and blood red and white heterochromatic pupils. While her hair was snow white.

She wore a pure white military uniform with a tie what resembled the SS uniform from the world war two Germany. Above the military uniform, she wore a long white coat what reached entirely to her military style boots. Strange magical runes adorned her white gloves. Meanwhile, she rested her black katana on her left shoulder.

White, red and black lightning danced around the exquisite black blade of hers. Meanwhile, a careless sadistic grin can be seen on her face. It was once charming and frightening.

From her back seemingly a black and white angelic tentacle wings sprouted constructed from pure energy as seemingly her maliciously smiling expression stared deep into the eyes of her victims. On their two sides, thirty-eight other exquisite figures stood. Most of them resembled grotesque monsters however there were a few of them who looked like noble warriors in shining armors and exquisite weapons.

The forty-one figure framed by various scenes. People from various races can be seen as they clashed with each other, the demons, the angels, and various creatures. Then how they lived peacefully and helped each other to grow. How they struggled. How they succeeded.

Meanwhile, the forty-one figure seemingly stood the piles of thousands of dead. Most likely showing they succeeded through many sacrifices.

The four ambassador watched the painting for a few moments. Searching the meaning behind the picture. The Matriarch after her long years of art studies suspected it is connected to the circulation of life and death. And those three in the middle of the picture are not a real person just the incarnations of these forces what can't exist without each other. Good, bad, life and death and their helpers.

If she is right. This culture respected and accepted life and death equally and believed the two of it inseparable part of each other. That means these forty ones nothing more than their incarnations of the aspect of the nature of the living beings and the universal law of things. 'Everything that has a beginning that will end once.'

The fact these people could build such culture fascinated the Matriarch not speaking their technology.

The maids stood up. "I am sorry. We just had to give our daily plea towards the Supreme Beings."

Nareenia nodded. "No. It was beautiful. Your people really have a rich culture."

She bowed. "Thank you."

The door opened, and Shizu Delta stepped in. "Eleanor-sama. has been arrived."

A woman of short stature and has the appearance of a buxom fourteen-year-old girl entered the room. She was a true beauty; she has pale shiny skin, seductive red eyes, and fine facial features. Her silver hair is tied in a ponytail, allowing others full view of her face. She was Eleanor Ooal Gown. The daughter of the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal gown and the governor of the first garden world. Touch Me.

She wears a soft black evening dress with a big heavy skirt. Her upper body is dressed in a lace embellished ribbon and a short tailored jacket. Aside from a few minor difference in her face and her dress she almost looked exactly like her mother. Shalltear Bloodfallen.

Despite Gadriel and Segart usually did not find attractive humans. Even they gasped seeing her beauty. For Nareenia it was like a goddess stepped inside of the room. Despite she found the maid, who escorted them to the room appealing. The young looking girl was even more beautiful than her. It was like her face had been artificially created.

Seeing how the people are watching her, she smiled and tilted her head. "I am sorry my late appearance. Unfortunately, my duties do not let me come earlier. I am Eleanor Ooal Gown. The daughter of the Sorcerer King and the Governor of the Golden World. Touch Me." She introduced herself.

"Touch Me… What a strange name for a planet…" Thought Udina.

"It is not a problem. We all know what it means being a person with great responsibility." Noted the human ambassador.

She smiled charmingly. "Thank you." The silence descended for a moment.

"I am Donell Udina. I represent the System Alliance. The alliance between the human nations and colonies of Earth. It is good to meet you, your majesty." He introduced himself stepped the girl and shook hands with her. Her skin was porcelain pale and unnaturally soft.

She smiled pleasantly. "It is good to meet you Ambassador Udina."

Then the Asari ambassador stepped to her. "I am Matriarch Nareenia Heloss. The representative of Asari Republics." The two of them shook hands.

She nodded. "It is good to meet you.

"Gadriel Polin, the representative of the Turian Hierarchy."

She nodded charmingly while they shook hands.

"Segart Duyor. The representative of Salarian Union."

"It is good to meet you, ambassador." Her smile not even once left her face.

"Not if you, please come with me. We could discuss things after a good meal outside. After all. The weather is just fantastic out there."

The four ambassador looked to each other with a dumbfounded expression."Outside?" asked the turian ambassador turning his back to her while a surprised expression settled on his face.

Eleanor nodded. "Yes, you did not look out of the window? The sun is shining brightly."

Segart eyes widened. "Impossible! There is no way to transport us from that ship!" he thought.

She turned around and started to walk outside. The four ambassador followed her in silence. Along the corridor walls. The four ambassador saw many doors and as several golden armored guards stood holding their strange close ranged energy based weapons.

It was like they were not even the small diplomatic ship anymore but transported to an another planet. They looked out from the corridors windows and saw as the green acres and metal collided outside of the lively city and filled it, even more, life than before.

Soon the four ambassadors and the barely 155 cm girl arrived the balcony of the building. As they stepped out of the building, their mouth dropped even more. They realized it was not an optical illusion. They were transported to a planet. Most likely the capital of the Kingdom.

On the balcony, several butlers stood and waited the right moment to serve the guests.

Eleanor walked to her seat, and the nearby Butler pulled out of her chair. The four ambassador still can't accept the fact they were an another world and looked around searching the flaw of the illusion.

"Please sit down respected representatives. I will answer your questions after a meal. After all, chatting is much more enjoyable after a good meal." She explained.

"How do we get here!? What is this? Is this some kind of trick?" asked Segart in a panicked tone.

"I assure you Ambassador Segart. This is not a trick. You remember when you walked through that door inside of the diplomatic ship?"

They nodded in unison.

"Well, that was a small Warp Gate what connects two points in the space. It is working like a door. You walk through one. And you come out elsewhere. Don't forget. You are guests here. You can freely walk away through the same door as you came. After all, you all the guests of my father. We wish to negotiate. We wish peaceful coexistence with your species. We will respect your diplomatic immunity in any cases."

Seemingly her eyes lit up for a moment, and the four representatives felt themselves lighter. Like, everything is alright.

They nodded, walked to their seats and the butlers pulled out of their seats. Eleanor clasped her hands, and the butlers took action. They started to bring out the delicious looking meals one after another from the nearby kitchen complex. (separately made a meal for the turian ambassador so he could enjoy too the food and drinks as well.)

They were already amazed by the architectural miracles in the city. The skyscrapers what reached way above the clouds. The enormous floating buildings and the fleet what started to ascend from the planet surface.

First time in her long life. The Matriarch felt her civilization will be in danger if they did not manage to succeed in the negotiations.

The salarian diplomat wondered how much these aliens before them technological wise and what his civilization could offer in exchange even a portion of this technology around them.

Udina being the spy of the Illusive Man thought about how he could describe the wonders to TIM and how he could smuggle out even a little piece of their technology.

Gadriel watched as the elegantly colored black ships floating away in the distance and wondered what kind of military structure these people have.

It was comparable to Thessia the Asari homeworld or even more beautiful with the two always visible moons in the sky.

All four of them thought the same. Maybe these Supreme Beings the long lost Protheans.

The four ambassador looked the impossible quantity of strange. Yet, delicious looking food. The hectolitres of wine and other drinks what the servants place before them.

"Let's eat!" Eleanor tilted her head adorably. She usually did not behave like this. But Demiurge personally begged her for her father sake not frighten the ambassadors while she is negotiating with them. So she pulled out her best behavior.

They started to eat.

The four representative never ate such delicious food in their life. Never drink such good wine. It was as they are in the heaven.

The butlers worked like clockwork and brought meal after meal.

An hour later the five of them finished their meal, and the servants served tea, coffee or any other drinks with cakes what the guests wished.

After the meal, they closed with dessert and drinks. Eleanor swirled her tea with her spoon. "So, can we start our negotiations?" she leaned forward.

The Asari representative nodded. "Yes, governor. As you said. The Citadel Council wish peace between our races. We believe despite the misunderstanding what happened a few days ago. We as well as your nation suffered significant losses in the battle. So, we would like you to offer peace your father's nation. A peace treaty as well a place in the galactic community."

Eleanor nodded. "I see your point. Father always seek peace with others and tried to solve things in the way of voice and reason. Unfortunately, his voice of reason often found deaf ears. This is why he forced to conquers the world and bringing advancement through force." She finished swirling her tea and knocked off the worthless drops from her spoon.

Being an undead hybrid. (true Vampire from her mother side and Overlord from her father side.) She could not really feel any flavor. So her tea was without sugar and lime.

She sipped her tea. "My father wished me to relay the message. He is not upset your races for being attacked us. Especially after the investigation showed, it was partially our fault."

"Partially? What do you mean your majesty?" asked Udina curiously.

She clapped, and from the side doors, two bulky draconic looking servants who walked on two legs pushed the balcony a probe. The same type of probe what the Sorcerer Kingdom sent through the relay.

The turian and the salarian ambassador looked to each other. Knowing what is that machinery.

"What is that. If I may ask Governor Eleanor?" asked Nareenia.

She sipped her tea calmly. "It is a probe. We sent several of them through the relay to collect information for us then destroy themselves subtly."

"So, this caused hundreds of our soldier's death…" murmured Gadriel.

Eleanor nodded. "Yes, unfortunately… according to our investigation. The shielding technology has been becoming faulty when it passed the relay, and the magical shielding and enchantments did not activate surrounding the probe when the explosion happened. Absorbing and dispersing the explosion in the process. We are deeply sorry this unfortunate accident. And I must notify you. Thanks to the data what we gathered. Our scientist already fixed this problem."

She turned to the probe. A holographic interface appeared around her arm.

The four ambassador eyes widened. "She can't be that crazy to detonate it here!" thought Gadriel.

All four of them crouched under the table. Of course, reading the reports about the strength of the explosion. The four of them already know they will not survive this. They acted like this because of their instinct.

Eleanor pushed a few buttons on her personal computer around her wrist and the self-destruction mechanism on the probe activated. It glowed white for a few moments then exploded.

The four ambassador closed their eyes knowing their end. Then… They opened it and stood up feeling no change. They saw a floating orb above the ground. It seemed some kind of energy field contained the explosion what managed to cripple several turian vessels and kill hundreds of turian soldiers.

The four of them watched with awe as the small orb start to discharge the power behind the explosion. Eleanor walked beside it. "See! It is completely harmless." She patted a few times the bubble what surface rippled from the interaction.

The Salarian ambassador was the first who walked beside the bubble and started to scan it with his Omni-tool. "Fascinating! According to the readings, the energy behind the explosion is rapidly draining away towards an unknown direction. No harmful radiation can be detectable."

Segart turned to Eleanor. "How…?"

She smiled. "As my aunt used to say… If you spice magic with a little engineering and science. You can make true even the impossible."

"That ridiculous! Magic only exists in the fairy tales! This is just some unknown technology what we did not know. Yet, it is completely defying the law of nature, time and space. Not even speaking about the energy conservation!" said in an offended tone Segart.

The other three ambassadors still watched with awe the energy bubble what started to became smaller and smaller with each moment.

Eleanor turned to Segart. "Ambassador Segart. Magic is a thing what we the denizens of the Sorcerer Kingdom use in our daily life and proud of it." She raised her hand, and several elements started to dance in her palms.

"If you want to know more about magic. Ask a magical researcher. He or she can easily describe it to you with the way the only scientist understand it. But as my father explained the magic to me when he taught me. There is an infinite amount of realities outside of ours. We collect energy from them and shape the world around us. Bending the rules to our will. Or as my aunt used to say. Excuse me. These are her words. She is rather vulgar when she expression her opinion."

She cleared her throat. "Screw the rules. Screw the physic. Screw the laws. Screw the fabric of time, space and reality. If you want the shit to get done. Then make it done. Make your own rules and force them to the fabric of reality. There is no excuse for slacking!"

The four ambassador looked her with a shocked face. She laughed lightly then sighed. "Easy for her. She is a goddess… Despite she and as well father denies it. Please excuse her once more."

She stretched her arm towards the barely existing small energy bubble and cast her magic. "[Black Hole]" A small black point appeared in the middle of the bubble and imploded violently inwards. Making the energy bubble one with the void and erasing it from the existence.

It seemed the small Black hole not only erased the pheromone but sucked away all light from the surrounding area.

Eleanor sat back to her seat and sipped her tea. Tilted her head and smiled. "Well… Can we continue the negotiations?" she asked in an innocent tone.

The four ambassador looked at each other with an entirely terrified expression and sat down. A few hours of negotiations later, after they gave their peace offerings to the Governor. They left and returned to their ships through the same way as they came.

Richer with the gift of the Sorcerer King and the awareness... These aliens are not what they could easily mess with.

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Scene Change: Two days later: Serpent Nebula: Widow Cluster:

Two days passed since the negotiations with the ambassador of the Sorcerer Kingdom. The negotiations went well, and it seemed peace would descend unto the Citadel space between the Sorcerer Kingdom and the Citadel Council.

Today will be the day when the Kingdom officially made its appearance on the galactic stage.

The Council kept it as a secret as much as possible and of course leaked only the information: A historic event will take place in the Citadel today.

This attracted the press attention even more.

From the dark space suddenly in the direction of the relay an enormous dreadnought and two lesser ships jumped out. They started to sail towards the citadel.

The Citadel defense fleet led by the Destiny Ascension Asari dreadnought. The fleet positioned itself in a defensive position.

"Unknown ships. This is the Destiny Ascension. You entered the Citadel Space without authorization. Lower your shields and stop your ships until further notice." Requested the Matriarch.

"Destiny Ascension. This is the USK Shinigami. We carry a diplomatic envoy. The Council is already waiting for us." Explained the distinctly male voice.

"Wait a moment." She opened a channel towards Tevos and asked about the ship.

"We are waiting for them. Let them through. Their escort is already waiting for them in the docking bay." Gave the permission the Asari Councillor.

The Matriarch opened the channel again towards the Sorcerer kingdom's dreadnought.

"USK Prophet. You got the authorization to dock. Head towards the dock 422. You escort already waiting for you."

"Acknowledge." Came the answer through the communication channel.

The massive two and half-kilometre-long dreadnought started its slow advance. It was escorted several lesser cruisers from the citadel defense fleet.

The two lesser dreadnought and several lesser cruisers what came with the USK Shinigami waited outside of the Citadel fleet firing range.

The crowd in the wings and the presidium looked out the windows and watched with awe as the enormous slender black colored ship sailed inside the hug of the arms of the Citadel. Towards the docking station.

The denizens and those who's just passed through in the Citadel just guessed what will happen next.

The ship stopped near the magnetic clamps of the docking station, and it locked the huge dreadnought hull. Not as it could hold it there if the captain decides to want to leave.

They were directed to this docking tube due it was the closest to the Council chambers and the best place where they could stop anyone who wants attack the Citadel from the ship.

In the other side of the door, Armando-Owen Bailey a C-Sec officer (Citadel Security Services) waited with his squad. He got the order and the honor. (as his superiors said.) To receive the new aliens civilization envoy. The Council was so generous they even ordered two Spectre (Special Tactics and Reconnaissance) to escort their guest before the Council.

You don't have to guess this did not amuse Bailey. If a Spectre is near, that meant they could freely override his decision whenever they wished. After all, according to him. The Spectres were the Council dogs whose were above the laws and do as they wished. Until they carried out and completed the Council dirty business.

The door opened, and many golden armored bulky figure who held futuristic carbines stepped out from the airlock.

They surrounded five figures. From the small gaps between the tight escort of the golden armored figures. Bailey saw five figures. Four slender futuristic ninjas looking figure surrounded from four sides a beautiful woman. The four figures carried black katana on their waist and two lesser shinobigatana placed to form and X on their back. The swords scabbard occasionally surrounded by white lightning.

A pair of guns were strapped to their thigh, and a strangely shaped mask covered their faces as well the bulky golden armored figures faces.

Between them, a woman walked. Bailey never saw such beautiful yet strange woman in his life.

She was impeccable beauty, a woman with lustrous, jet-black hair and the face of a goddess. She has golden irises and vertically split pupils; on her left and right temples are two thick horns protruding crookedly, and on her waist are a pair of black angel wings.

She was Albedo. One of the Sorcerer King's wives, Guardian Overseer of Nazarick and the Chief Ambassador of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

She wore a pure white dress with silky gloves covering her slender hands and a golden spider web necklace that covers her shoulders and chest.

The guards stopped and opened the way to a ninja like a figure. He stepped forward.

"I am Keelthan Nightflare. The head guard of Queen Albedo. The Chief Ambassador of the Sorcerer Kingdom."

Baley wanted to introduce himself, but the Asari Spectre stopped him and stepped forward. I am Tela Vasir. Special Tactics and Reconnaissance." She introduced herself.

Nightflare nodded.

"You can return the ship. From now. We will handle the escort of our guest."

The slender futuristic armor wearing ninja inspected Vasir and the C-Sec behind her.

He shook his head. "You and your group not qualified."

"My colleague and I are Spectres. Believe me Mr. Nghtflare. We are more than qualified to handle a simple escort. The Spectres are the best what the galaxy can offer." She explained.

"Show me." Taunted her the ninja.

She chuckled. "Maybe later near a drink."

Nghtflare glared at her for a moment from under his closed helmet.

He was about to teach her some good manner when Albedo called after him. "Nghtflare. We are here to introduce ourselves. I hope you don't want to stain Ainz-sama name with your bad manners." Albedo eyes slightly squinted expressing her anger, but her usual poker smile remained.

Nghtflare turned around kneeled down immediately before his queen. "No. My queen. Please forgive my unbecoming behavior."

Albedo simply nodded. The assuring warm smile of the goddess face remained all along.

Vasir watched the scene for a moment then nodded. "Very well. Two of you and four from those bulky guys can come with her. We can take care of them if needed."

Albedo, of course, boiled inside and wanted to rip apart that blue woman with her bare hands. But for his love sake. She withheld herself and hid her anger behind her reassuring smile.

She nodded assuring. "That is acceptable."

Vasir nodded. "Please follow us."

The strange Brigade started their march through the corridors of the wards then the Presidium. Towards the lift what led in the Council chambers.

On their way, the people watched them with awe. The press did their job and tried to get the first interview with Albedo. What the C-Sec professionally blocked as they practiced many times before when they protect celebrities and famous politicians. Some foolish people even tried to ran to her with a flower, but the C-Sec blocked them as usual.

Her bodyguards looked left and right. Searching possible sources of danger.

The Omni Tools cameras could blind anyone in the Presidium if they still used flashes to get a better picture.

On the extranet the chat rooms filled with chatting people who's watched the whole event in the live feed. In some chase, the servers crashed because of they can't stand the pressure what the suddenly increased users caused.

Albedo as usual. Walked majestically with her perfect posture Meanwhile her face showed the picture of a true goddess. Around her, she heard the numerous whispers and gasps what the people gave her.

Of course, deep inside she was disgusted just thinking about these people dare to cast their gazes on her.

She and her escort entered the lift and soon arrived the Council Chamber. Strangely the ride with a lift was a lot longer than a person normally think it would take. But they finally arrived in the chamber and stepped out of the ridiculously slow lift.

In the chamber. Even more, people waited for her and her escort. The balcony was full of the high ranked members of the various races and the selected few from the Press who can participate in the introduction and can make records in first hand.

Albedo looked around and tried to figure out his beloved plan. As always. She imagined what kind of game his dear husband wants to play with these despicable lower creatures. As always. It will be satisfying.

She reached the end of the walkway and looked up to the four Councillor.

"We welcome you to the Citadel. Chief Ambassador. I am Councillor Tevos. I represent the Asari Republics. My colleagues are Councillor Valern from the Salarian Union." She motioned to the Salarian councilor who nodded. Albedo nodded back.

"Councillor Sparatus from the turian Hierarchy." Sparatus bowed his head respectfully.

"And Councillor Anderson from the System Alliance." Anderson looked in her eyes and almost turned his head away when their eyes meet. Being raised by religious parents. He recognized a demon.

Albedo opened her mouth and started her introduction.

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Well... This is for now. I hope you enjoyed it. :)

In the next chapter... The Shinigami appears. Let's start the puppet game!