"Hmhmh." A bushy mustache fluffed in the wind while it's bearer rested his ax-musket on his shoulder.
"The communications equipment ceased to function shortly after miss Delta exited the goal-tower." Professor Oobleck commented from beside his fellow professor as the pair exited the Bullhead air-transport which dropped the pair to the cliff that bordered the rickety black tower. "I suspect something has happened."
"Hm." Professor Port agreed while he squinted at the tower. "I see Grimm claw-marks. Let us hurry. I fear that something has happened which lies beyond our predictions- You saw that, hum, unusual weather phenomena earlier? When CCTS went down for a moment?"
"Ozpin contacted me on the local network- We're not under attack right now, at least not from the usual suspects, and Ozpin is getting to the bottom of it." Oobleck commented on the sudden shark-tornado. "I fear that whatever that caused such a strange effect may have also had a hand in this information blackout?"
"Let us ponder that later. There may be helpless girls in dire need of rescue!" Port twirled his mustache into sharp points and charged forwards on the sky-bridge.
Oobleck sighed and charged after his fellow Professor, and configured his coffee thermos into a flamethrower while he was at it.
What waited for them was a scene of carnage.
"What…" Port stared at the flame-singed walls that bore scratch-marks of what must have been hundreds of Grimm, as well as signs of overpressure that had likely been what had destroyed the surveillance electronics that Oobleck had installed in advance.
A half-dead Beowolf Alpha whined as it tried to feebly drag itself away from the tower, burnt blacker than its hide normally was, and the beast was dragging its now-broken and uselessly lolling legs behind it.
Port whacked the wounded beast with his ax, causing the beast's head to fly while its body crashed down and disintegrated.
"Port! Found someone!" Oobleck called as the green-headed professor had walked ahead while Port had dealt with the leader-type Grimm.
Port hurried up after the fellow professor, and found that Oobleck had found a blonde boy who was lying on his back in a tunnel.
The kid's armor was broken and singed-black, there was a considerable puddle of blood and now-external guts all around him, and the boy would definitely be bearing the scars of his battle for a long time as he looked like a particularly beaten-up chew toy..
Moreover, it looked as if the boy had carried a thermobaric grenade or something of the sort that he had used to wipe out the Grimm en masse as a last-ditch effort- And he had likely used it only after he had been overwhelmed by Grimm and physically covered by the beasts, and thus when he had thrown the grenade, the mass of Grimm that were swarming him had in part shielded him from the blast.
It had clearly been a reckless strategy, but it seemed to have worked.
"Looks like this boy held back the Grimm alone. However, if he was alone then it would make more sense to flee than face a horde alone- So, If I am right, then there would be more students here… Ah." Oobleck walked ahead and peered around the corner. "I see."
"What is it?" Port asked as he put his ax down for a moment so that he could start administering first-aid to the boy who looked like he wouldn't have much longer to live if his wounds weren't bandaged.
"It looks like the rest of the students are here. Unconscious, luckily enough." Oobleck commented. "Though it looks like some Grimm managed to get here too. I suspect that this is why mr. Arc over there decided to detonate whatever device he had on his person- To make sure the overpressure would debilitate whatever Grimm got in here, even if at risk of also wounding the unconscious students. Luckily mr. Arc's calculations were correct as the students seem to be alive."
"Mr… Arc, is it? Oh, I remember now. Nicholas's son." Port nodded gravely and harrumphed his mustache sadly as he tended the unconscious young land's wounds, stuffed the boy's guts back where they were supposed to be, mostly, and snipped a few quick stitches on the rending tears that were left by the Grimm claws. "I heard that Nicholas fell in line of duty some time ago. Terrible shame."
"Yes. I suppose that Ozpin would have told mr. Arc of that by now." Oobleck nodded gravely and then dismissed the thought. "I would suspect that, based on the arrangement of the bodies of the students as well as the marks on the walls, the lack of violent dragging typical to those who are grappled by Grimm, as well as the physical state of the bodies of the students, and the lack of blood, sans mr. Arc's, that the students made their last stand here and posed a unified front against the Grimm onslaught… But as they ran out of Aura one by one, their comrades dragged them back to this room so that they wouldn't be caught in the fight whilst the incapacitated were vulnerable or unconscious."
Port finished up the field-bandaging, rose up, lifted Jaune to his shoulder, and grabbed his blunderbuss-ax with his other hand.
It looked a bit ridiculous how the stout professor was carrying the considerably taller teenage boy on his shoulder, yet such concerns as looking ridiculous were far down Port's priority list- Even in the best of circumstances.
Port walked to Oobleck and glanced into the large circular room where the majority of the 'goal' chess-pieces were still on their pedestals, and saw that there was a huge pile of students in front of the pedestals, with some students being strewn on the floor all around the room. "I see. I suppose that the last student who fell in battle had no such courtesy of being dragged fully to safety, and was just tossed aside… By the arrangement of the bodies, I would guess that… um…"
"Miss Belladonna?" Oobleck pointed at the unconscious faunus girl whose cat-ears had become visible after she had suffered some sort of head trauma.
"Yes, she was probably the last to fall, as she is closest to the doorway… And after that, mr. Arc held the line alone and detonated his explosives when all seemed lost." Port's mustache drooped sadly. "Haa… I'll have to commend mr. Arc's bravery, skill and cold blooded logic of self-sacrifice. If it wasn't for his last stand, this entrance test would have certainly taken a far more tragic turn."
"Indeed. Well, by reaching this place the students would have qualified for entrance on all but technicality, so I say that they pass." Oobleck adjusted his glasses. "I'll call more Bullheads for air-lift. Let's move the students back to Beacon before the Grimm have time to build more numbers and attack again. Besides, as far as I understood it, the decision to alter from the usual test was made on grounds that were irrelevant for the majority of the students, so they might as well have a chance to pick their teams freely from their now-made partnerships."
"Agreed. Now then…" Port nodded, placed Jaune on a pack-a-box flip-open stretcher that he pulled from his pocket, and then the professor walked to the students who were in front of the pedestals…
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Shizu stared at the old man who had a red suit and bushy mustache, both of which were crisp-clear through her sniper scope while she had the crosshair of the rifle's scope dead set on the forehead of the chubby man.
Moreover, she saw that the green-haired professor that Shizu recognized from the beginning of the 'entrance exam' was observing the situation from some distance away.
A number of Grimm had charged into the room with the Reserved Black King Piece and had reached for it, and thus had been shot to pieces after Shizu had got up and sprinted into range to turn her rifle from a anti-materiel configuration to a higher-rate of fire designated marksman rifle to snipe all of the Grimm that had tried to approach the Chess Piece.
A number of Grimm had been stuck to map geometry around the corner, however, and hadn't come around the corner and into the room, at least based off Shizu's auspex readings, so she had elected to fire a few thermobaric rifle-grenades into the room with the chess-pieces and bounce them off the wall so that the explosive projectiles would land around the corner, clump amidst the stuck Grimm, and wipe them out in one blow.
After that Shizu had fallen back to her earlier sniping position and resumed her silent vigil.
However, now she had a problem.
'...Students=stun. Grimm=kill. Professors…. um…' Shizu made an 'x' -face as she tried to figure out what Lord Ainz had told her about engaging Professors when they attempted to seize the Chess Pieces. '...No data available? But Lord Ainz would have predicted that Professors would also attempt to seize the designated chess piece…'
Small wisps of smoke started to rise from Shizu's head as she thought about the dilemma with all of the overclocked processing power that was available to her, and she quickly shook her head so that the smoke wouldn't give her position away.
…And then she remembered what Lord Ainz had said. 'If you have any questions, don't hesitate to message me-'
Shizu felt dumb as Lord Ainz had perfectly deduced that Shizu would fail to find an answer to her current dilemma, and the impeccable lord had provided her with an answer days before the problem had even existed.
She lifted her armored gauntlet to her ear, and sent Lord Ainz a [Message]. "Lord Ainz, the chess piece is about to be seized by a professor of Beacon. Requesting permission to engage."
Shizu tilted her head as she heard a panicked skeletal shriek in response, before the shriek was cut off mid-scream, Lord Ainz coughed, and then the Lord spoke…
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'I'm late! I'm late! Shizu- No, I won't let Shizu get killed like Cocytus!' Ainz panicked internally as he ran towards the baths after telling Shizu via [Message] to forget about the chess piece, and make a run for it. 'Don't tell me that the professors realized what Shizu was? If our cover was blown… No, this isn't good. This is incredibly bad. Should I just discard trying to get into Weiss's good graces and just hold her as hostage against Vale?! No, Ozpin didn't seem to care the first time around, and I'll definitely screw things up if I go on offensive when the opposing party knows about us and has gotten a good grasp on our strengths…'
Emotion Suppression triggered and Ainz realized that he needed to get back to Beacon now, and get to the bottom of the issue before it could destabilize the already-precarious situation and have it topple over to destroy them all.
So he shouldered the pile of clothes that Yuri Alpha had procured for Ainz, and he instantly ran for the bath-house in the Ninth Floor of Nazarick, intending on throwing the clothes on Weiss, grabbing her, and then have Cocytus or someone else charge in and knock Weiss out so that Ainz could grab her, [Gate] out back to Beacon, and figure out the situation from there.
Ainz rushed into the bath, still in his dark-armored 'Momon' disguise and with the pair of greatswords strapped to his back… And he paused.
'...Umu?' Ainz blinked as he saw Sebas holding naked Weiss in a princess carry in the middle of the bath, and that the bath-house looked like it had exploded.
Weiss was hugging Sebas's chest and was nuzzling her cheek against Sebas's neck.
Weiss spotted Ainz immediately as he entered the room and she lifted her hands to cover herself. "Momon- This isn't what it looks like!"
Sebas turned his head slowly, saw Ainz staring at the bath-house, and a pair of sweat-drops fell down the man's temple.
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Two minutes earlier.
"Grampa Nicholas, please heeeelp!" Weiss pleaded while the gross slime creature was trying to eat her chest after ambushing her in a bath.
"Hrmp!" Nicholas Schnee dropped the bath towel that he had draped over his forearm, took a step forward… And punched the air in Weiss's direction.
Weiss's brain tilted as a gigantic shockwave washed over her and caused the water of the bath to splash so much that the onsen-like bath turned into a puddle.
The slime that was stuck to Weiss's chest froze in terror, and flopped off her chest.
Weiss jumped up and began stomping at the monster while it was vulnerable… And Nicholas jumped at her, and quickly lifted Weiss to a princess carry, pulling her away from the monster before it could reorient itself and attack Weiss again.
"G-grampa…" Weiss whispered in shock and awe as her presumed late grandfather had appeared out of the blue and had saved her.
The fit, straight-backed grandfather with steel-hard expression on his chiseled features glanced at the slime.
The slime had risen up in attention and had struck a salute- Or that was how Weiss's tilted brains somehow deduced the 'pose', but in quick retrospect the slime was more likely puffing itself up in preparation to jump again.
"Hrmp!" Nicholas's expression tightened and he let out a grunting sound aimed at the slime.
The slime froze in terror, and then exploded into chunks that spread like marmalade on the now-exposed stones of the bath.
"Grampa… You… You were alive…" Weiss threw her hands around her grandfather's neck, all the while she shivered like a newborn chick… Which probably wasn't helped by the fact that she probably still suffered from the effects of hypothermia, and she was naked currently. "How… How are you alive? H-how did you know to come to my aid?"
"..." Nicholas seemed to pause for words for a moment, but his expression soon softened, if just just slightly. "Because it is only common sense to help those in need."
"...Dummy grandpa. I've missed you so much…" Weiss sniffed a bit and hugged Nicholas's chest, as her heroic grandpa's words brought in nostalgic memories of her early childhood, back when her family was still warm and emotionally whole… Or at least, the illusion had not yet shattered by her father's meddling.
The horror of the past few hours had wrecked terrible ruin on Weiss's mental stability, and she didn't even bother questioning if Nicholas was actually himself and not just some apparition conjured up by Weiss's exhausted brains.
And then the door to the bath crashed open and Momon dove into the room.
The black knight paused to stare at Nicholas, who in turn looked at Momon.
The two large, hunky men stared at each other with tight, stern expressions while Weiss was in her grandfather's arms.
…Or at least Weiss presumed that Momon had such an expression, as the man still had his helmet on which covered his reaction to seeing Weiss held in someone else's arms.
'Someone else's arms? Wait- Doesn't that imply that…' Weiss blinked as she had a rogue thought pass through her head..
Weiss saw as Momon's hand, which was holding a pile of folded-up clothes, twitched towards his sword.
Nicholas's expression hardened.
Weiss realized what was going on- 'Momon doesn't recognize Nicholas and is thinking that I've been abducted, and Nicholas thinks Momon is a suspicious person- No! I refuse to see those two fight because of me!'
"Momon- This isn't what it looks like!" Weiss had initially thought to fling her hands open to cover Nicholas, but she realized at last second that she was still naked so instead she moved her hands to cover her modesty.
However, Weiss realized after speaking that such a motion would probably change the context of her words, and she blushed a bit.
"U-umu, Se- Weiss?! Who is that?!" Momon coughed a bit and then turned to point his finger at the old man.
"Weiss? Do you recognize this man?" Nicholas spoke after a short moment.
"He's, um, Momon… Ahem! Momon, this is Nicholas Schnee, my g-grandfather." Weiss's head spun over the ridiculousness of the interactions- She hadn't expected to be introducing Momon to her family quite so soon, specifically not in a bath where she had been molested by a slime monster, and naked to boot. "Grandfather Nicholas, this is Momon, my partner- Ahem, that is, he is my partner in Beacon academy."
Weiss's cheeks blushed as she realized that 'partner' could have many meanings, especially if she didn't also include the connection to Beacon.
Nicholas glanced at Weiss, then glanced at Momon, and eyed the knight up and down. "I see."
"...Right. Weiss, I found clothes." Momon seemed to shake the shock with expert ease and lifted his hand which had a pile of clothes. "We need to move. I think I saw some sort of creature in the hallways just earlier."
"Grampa? Do you know anything about that?" Weiss asked with a faint voice. "Actually, um… how are you here?"
"Hmm…" Nicholas let Weiss down, and began to stroke his beard in deep thought while his eyes were locked with Momon's. "That may be one of the 'Guardians'... Ahem. That is…"
Weiss shivered a bit as her feet touched the cold stone, although she was fairly sure that the feeling was more down to embarrassment of having to be naked in front of the two men and not from cold.
"A 'Guardian'? Do you know how to exit this place?" Momon spoke with a calm, level tone which Weiss envied as she felt an electric jolt run up her spine from realizing that there was an exit from the madness after all. "We must get out of here, quickly."
"Yes. There is an exit- However, with the two of you… Hm." Nicholas continued to stroke his beard in deep thought while he had his eyes locked up with Momon's. "I may be able to draw the guardian away, and give you two an opening to escape. I haven't been able to escape because the warrior is terribly strong and has stopped me each time I tried to escape, but…"
"Grampa! No- You- No! You have to come with us!" Weiss panicked instantly. "We need you! Mom needs you! The things dad has done to her- She… please… don't do this to us…"
"Weiss. I promise that I'll return as soon as I can… But you must be safe." Nicholas turned to give Weiss a warm look that caused Weiss's heart to beat faster. And then the man turned towards Momon. "Momon… correct?"
"Yes?" Momon responded as he was unfolding some sort of dress.
"I won't be able to come with you two… But you seem like a reliable man, and Weiss looks like she trusts you." Nicholas took a pair of footsteps towards Momon, causing Momon to freeze up a bit and Weiss to stare at the pair of large, hunky men.
Nicholas offered his hand to Momon. "I entrust Weiss to you. Keep her safe. Keep her happy."
"I will, sir." Momon looked quite shocked, based on his body language, and then shook Nicholas's hand.
"Very good. Hm… I take it that you raided the Wardrobe? Very good- These will fit Weiss." Nicholas nodded, and then took the dress that Momon had opened. "Please guard us."
"S-sure." Momon sounded a bit nervous and turned around.
Weiss's thoughts halted as her head slowly started to process what Nicholas had said to Momon. '...'Keep her happy'? Doesn't that sound more as if he had given his consent for Momon to woo me, or…'
"Weiss. Please turn around so I can fit these on you, and tell me if something pinches." Nicholas stopped in front of Weiss, and then began clothing her while Momon looked away somewhat awkwardly.
Weiss fought back a raging blush as the hunky man's embarrassed behavior made Weiss more aware of her current unclothed state, and she nodded meekly.
Roughly minute later she turned around after Nicholas had fitted the clothes on her, and Weiss saw that Nicholas had procured a large mirror from somewhere.
"It's… beautiful." Weiss stared wide-eyed at the reflection of a long, white and violet dress that had numerous silver detailings, all the while her hair was arranged to a thick braid-ponytail.
"It's… umu, cute?" Momon commented after Nicholas had coughed to his fist in a somewhat sneaky way, prompting the warrior to turn around and see Weiss's new clothes.
Momon seemed to realize what he had said, and turned back around in somewhat awkward fashion.
Weiss blushed a bit and fiddled with the hem of the dress.
And then she felt a cold shiver run up her spine.
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"GRRAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!"
"RRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
A pair of women were biting the hems of their dresses, one with sharp, pearly-white teeth with two elongated fangs amongst them, and the other with sharp, long fangs that threatened to tear through the high-class fabric.
Demiurge glanced at Cocytus, who covertly prepared a pair of weapons just in case.
"I WANT TO PLAY DRESS-UP WITH AINZ-SAMAAAAAAAA! UNFAAAAAIR!"
"HOOOWW DARE THAT UGLY TINY TITTED IIIINSEEEECT SEDUCE LOOORD AIIIINZZZZ?! LOORD AIINZ! PLEASE SEDUCEE MEEE INSTEEAAAD!"
The screeches that left Shalltear and Albedo caused the flags of the Throne Room to billow a bit as the pair looked at the interface of the Throne of Kings, which showed a view of the baths and its occupants.
"Cocytus. It seems that Lord Ainz has given you a new mission to make up for your earlier failure. You heard his words, delivered through Sebas." Demiurge whispered to Cocytus between the female pair's screeches of anger, jealousy and vengeance. "He knows that we are watching, so therefore you must play the part that has been assigned to you. After all, if this 'Weiss' is a person of high import in local politics, and has assumed that Sebas is her grandfather due to Lord Ainz's masterful manipulation, this whole 'play' puts us into an excellent political position should Sebas 'escape' Nazarick, and begin assimilating this 'Schnee' group into ours via infiltration."
"I. understand. I. will. not. let. Lord. Ainz. down." Cocytus's eyes hardened. "It. is. a. cruel. mission. but… I. hesitated. once. I. shall. not. do. so. again."
"Very good. At first I was unsure what Lord Ainz was after when he brought this girl to us, but after seeing this act, I can now only chastise myself for not realizing the true scope of Lord Ainz's plans in advance." Demiurge had a grave expression.
Cocytus tilted his head in confusion.
"Lord Ainz has brought this girl to us, not because she holds power or value as a hostage, but rather, the whole show in Emerald Forest, the kidnapping, and now this, was all to confound this 'Weiss' girl. After all, we have learned that some of the locals have high resistance to most forms of mental manipulation, meaning that in order to perform mental conditioning one needs to utilize traditional methods." Demiurge adjusted his glasses while smirking in a thoroughly disturbing manner. "And once miss Schnee's resistances were broken, Lord Ainz sent Sebas, who he realized would resemble miss Schnee's grandfather, to 'save' her. In turn, this would enable us to have Sebas infiltrate this 'Schnee' group after miss Schnee vouches for her 'grandfather'. Moreover, according to local intel, the Schnee guild is one of the most powerful groups in this world."
Demiurge's smirk widened even further. "And lo, with one well placed play, Lord Ainz has Sebas taking control of this 'Schnee' group, granting Nazarick unparalleled ability to tap into information of this world, all accomplished with just a simple dance and song, and with very little effort and casualties of our own- And the operation would have been entirely cost-free had Cocytus not failed Lord Ainz's orders."
Cocytus's head fell a bit and his deep-blue eyes dimmed slightly.
"Moreover, as we saw in Emerald Forest, the eyes of this world have turned towards 'Us', that is, 'Ainz Ooal Gown', meaning that while Lord Ainz draws the attention of all hostile parties to himself, Sebas can operate nearly without scrutiny, meanwhile the rest of us can begin our own missions with little resistance as long as we maintain secrecy." Demiurge finished his speech to Cocytus.
"But. what. is. Lord. Ainz. seeking. with. this. plan? I. do. not. understand." Cocytus finally clicked out. "Of. course. whatever. Lord. Ainz. wishes. is. something. that. we. all. shall. strive. to. grant. him. but. I. do. not. know. what. it. is. Has. lord. Ainz. told. you. about. it?"
"He has not told me. Not directly at least… However, it is not hard to deduce his goal, considering his actions and their intent- From covert sabotage, manipulation, and cloak and dagger movement to infiltrate and destroy the great guilds of this world…." Demiurge smirked. "Simply put, his goal is… To Conquer the World, and rule over it from the shadows. Seen yet unseen, a terror to all, yet someone who pulls all their strings, like marionettes dancing on the strands on his hands. A true Demon Lord in the open, and the King in Shadows… At the same time."
Cocytus nodded, as such a desire was only fitting for the Supreme being.
Demiurge's smile fell. "But before we can get to that, Lord Ainz has given you a mission through Sebas's words. You have failed twice before… I suspect this is the last chance Lord Ainz will give you."
Cocytus nodded gravely and turned around to leave the Throne Room so that he could play his part without hesitation.
Demiurge glanced to the side. "Ahem, before you go, Cocytus, there is something you should do. For the safety of Lord Ainz's plan."
Cocytus glanced behind him, realized what Demiurge was getting at, nodded, and brought up [Horny Jail Mk.1] and [Horny Jail Mk.2], both of which looked like wooden bats with the inscription of their name on their side.
There was a pair of 'bonk' sounds, and the angry female shrieking sounds in the Throne Room quieted down somewhat.
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"A turn to the left." Sebas instructed Weiss and Ainz as the two followed the butler.
Ainz was coming to terms with the chuuni act that he had forced Sebas to perform, and felt thoroughly filthy inside. Moreover, the part about 'I'll entrust Weiss to you' wasn't something that Ainz had ordered Sebas to do via a silent-cast [Message], but rather it had been something that Sebas had ad-libbed on the spot.
'Right… [Message]- Cocytus, I need you to… umu, how should I say this, umu…' Ainz sent a message to Cocytus, intending on having him come to 'ambush' them and whack Weiss on the head so that he could transport her away while she was unconscious, get out of Nazarick, and return to Beacon without further complications so that he could figure out what was going on with Shizu. However, he wasn't sure how Cocytus should do it exactly, as Sebas had improvised a fairly good cover-story that made Ainz a bit hesitant on just using his original concussion-plan.
However, before Ainz managed to finish his sentence due to hesitation, Cocytus spoke out of turn. "Lord. Ainz. I. know. what. is. expected. of. me. Demiurge-san. explained. the. failure. to. me. Please. allow. me. to. make. amends. as. per. Demiurge-san's. explanation. and. by. thine. orders."
'U-umu?' Ainz panicked internally as he heard something worrying.
"I. stand. ready. near. the. Teleportation. Gate." The message ended with a worrying note, leaving Ainz to hold the metaphorical speaker against his ear.
'Umu…' Ainz's head spun as he thought about Cocytus's words, at least until Emotion Suppression returned him to normalcy. 'Demiurge explained something to Cocytus?! What- Did Demiurge think that something happened and… Wait, did Demiurge order Cocytus to do something?! No, Cocytus mentioned Demiurge's 'explanation' and 'failure'- Don't tell me, Demiurge realized that I screwed up in Emerald Forest and now Cocytus is furious with me?! This… This is bad…'
Ainz felt thoroughly spooked and waddled after Sebas as the rearguard. 'If Demiurge realizes that I'm not as competent as he probably thinks I am, he might lead Nazarick into a revolt and turn on me… The worst case scenario is that Nazarick gets split in the middle and half of it revolts, and the rest stay loyal to me, and the two sides wipe each other out- I can't afford that, not only because seeing the precious children of my friends fight is not something I'm mentally prepared for, but also because Ozpin and the Hunter Illuminati is going to take advantage of the opening to invade us if they catch wind of the division…'
Sebas turned around a corner… and froze.
Weiss ran into Sebas's back and Ainz almost collided against Weiss's back.
"...You. show. your. face. at. last." The chilling voice from ahead of them came with an insect-like chitter.
Ainz peeked over Sebas's shoulder.
Cocytus was standing in front of the Teleportation Gate of the Eighth Floor of Nazarick, and had the [God-Slaying Emperor Blade] drawn and pointed at Sebas, Weiss… And at Ainz.
"You. choose. to. face. me. at. last." Cocytus spoke while the insect warrior's posture blasted with barely controlled yet ice-cold fury and killing intent. "I. have. had. enough. of. this. game."
Ainz froze in terror.
"This. will. be. the. end. for. you." Cocytus finished his words by putting his katana into it's sheathe, twisting to the side, and doubling over in a perfect [Quickdraw Strike] pose- Ready to take a step, draw the blade in an instant and cut off his opponent's head in one quick slash.
Sebas's expression hardened.
Weiss was visibly terrified but resolute, and gripped the dagger Ainz had given her.
Ainz screamed in terror internally as his worst fears came to light, as it was clear that Demiurge had told Cocytus about Ainz's failure as a leader, and Cocytus had chosen to resign in a hostile manner.
'Oh no, nono, nononono!'