I have begun to plan ahead for the story but I do not know the exact amount of time transpired between the end of volume 9 up to the end of the events of volume 11! As I have stated, I want my adventure to cross roads with Ainz at the end of the events of volume 11. For that to happen, I need to fit my story in a timeline that would make sense. So, if any of you have factual information OR can make a good estimate and explain me the logic behind it, I will use that time pocket to fit in the adventures of our current duo.

Also, I will be introducing character sheets for the prominent characters of the story.

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First Character Sheet~~

EDWARD MILFORD

Devil's Advocate

Job Calamity (High-Tier, Rare) Tier Summon/ Best Lawyer in Hell

Residence Hell/ Currently The New World

Allignment Extreme Evil Sense of Justice -666

Racial Level Human Fool: 10

Forsaken: 10

Artifice Devil: 10

Lost Soul: 5

Others

Job Level Lawyer: 10

Telekinetic: 10

Advocate of Injustice: 5

Others

Racial Level: 45 Job Level: 35 Total Level: 80

HP: 70

MP: 65

PHY. ATK: 20

PHY. DEF: 45

AGILITY: 30

MAG. ATK: 70

MAG. DEF: 60

RESIST: 90

SPECIAL: 66.6

Background: Edward Milford was a lawyer until he took a case where represented and defended the Devil (The Highest Ranked Non-Player Demon amongst the Demon races.). Even after seeing the truth he kept working for his client. The Devil awarded him in his twisted way; took his soul and filled his body with hundreds of soul stealers, giving him immense power. While his soul is with the Devil, his body writhing with demons, slaves away for the Devils deeds and for individuals who are mighty enough to call upon his aid. Edward will work forever for the Devil and the powerful.

Chapter 4

The trip was going better than expected, Berethur had enough money saved for them to keep skipping towns via water. They had changed their old boat for a cargo ship at Rizette.

Although they had to travel as cargo, the whole moving ordeal had gone much better than expected.

No one really asked questions as long as Berethur paid the sum plus Grendell's silence and cooperation had helped him tremendously in the cities.

After giving the cloaked Grendell a suspicious stare, the ship captain had agreed to drop them outside of the Luth peninsula which meant that now they were south of the Orc Settlements and southwest of the Dark Dwarf Country.

Berethur kept walking down the path, Grendell was two steps behind him chewing on some jerky he gave him earlier.

'I wonder why they had not taken him out of the Church cellar for all those years… He seems like an easy-going fella. Provided you don't let him grab you.'

They were now inside one of the small patches of trees and vegetation that went parallel to the sea shore. The trees were short and thick. The branches sprouted from the top and the tips of the branches hung out a couple meters away from the tree trunks. A breeze gave life to the vegetation as the plants slightly bent and rose as the soft wind willed. This area was isolated from the strong wings of the west and the cold air of the north.

The weather could even be called tropical. Berethur especially was having difficulty breathing and was feeling very sticky because of the oppressive and extremely humid air of the lands. Despite his discomfort, he was grateful that their trip could even be called enjoyable thus far.

'From here, if we were to go south-east in a straight line, we would eventually reach the Floating City. But there are mountains perpendicular to the shore that would halt our advance. Those are the lands of the Dark-Dwarves. After passing them we will need go straight through the Elf Kingdom…'

'If we go east, then we may encounter beastmen and will brush the lands of the Orcs. Then we can make our way to the Floating city through the Theocracy, which is the safest country we may hope to pass from.'

'Both routes have their merits, the Eastern route will take a lot more to traverse.' He turned to the cloaked figure.

"Grendell, you wanna take a bigger risk and have the rest of the trip safe, or wanna go through not-so-safe lands all the way through?"

He paused to wait for his wise companion's insightful words.

Grendell ripped a nasty fart. "Hagh hagh!"

Berethur smiled bitterly and hoped the wind keeps blowing away from him.

"Thought so! I too don't want to spend weeks looking over my shoulder, nor freeze in an unknown mountain passage. I rather put my faith in hoping not to get eaten or brutally beaten and chopped to pieces. East it is."

…..

Edward was bunched on the ground, holding his gut that had spilled on the grassy ground. Demiurge look at the devil with a blank and apathetic face.

"I thought you said the mission was too easy for you Eddie…"

"Demiurge-sama if I had more time I can surely find whomever you seek!" Edward gasped.

Summons that were created without a host had limited time. The old woman had let go of her life than betraying the village or the duo. Moreover, Edward could not raise her since she resisted the resurrection. He then proceeded to charm everyone in the village but none else new, so he just killed them all.

Then, Edward had unleashed his tracker demons, but there were no trails to follow since those damned fools have used water transport. It had taken way too long to track them to Risette and that was his mistake. The time given to him to spend here had come to its end, so Edward had gone back and reported his failure to Demiurge.

"Why does it have to be the smallest and easiest requests that goes unsuccessful? The irony annoys me to no end, Edward."

He stepped on some of Edwards spilled intestines.

"There is another way Demiurge-sama!" He gasped.

"If you let me, as my summoner, to use one of my items, I can come back when certain conditions are met!"

"And how would that be Edward, are you telling me to still use you after you have not showed me any results?"

"Demiurge-sama, I have an item, called the cell-phone...Hngh…. If you let me give my number to some of your soul stealers, I can still work on the case!"

Demiurge paused. He had easily understood the demon's plan.

'This is not a priority, and it actually seems like a decent plan. Amazing how some people are sharper under extreme stress.'

"I have done part of my tasks in the Holy Kingdom, I will be travelling to the capital now. This topic has become a nuisance Edward. I expect you to be done with this before I am done in this Kingdom. If you do not show me results I might just ask permission from Ainz-sama to visit you in hell."

Demiurge stepped down from the intestines.

"YES, yes Demiurge-sama!"

The plan was to unleash soul stealers all over the proximity of the Holy Kingdom. These demon-parasites enter their victims body and live of their emotions. When a soul stealer got strong enough, it took over the hosts body and turn it into a forsaken.

However, for this mission, Edward was planning to use an item called cell-phone and the item's skill [Wish you were in my shoes]. The plan was for the soul stealers to infect hosts all over in the proximity of the Holy Kingdom and make the host use the item's skill to summon Edward back if the duo is sighted.

However, there were a couple conditions for the skill to take place. It used the MP of the previous summoner, who had to give consent which would be Demiurge.

And secondly, the caller had to be in mortal danger. That part the soul stealer would guarantee.

It was a good plan. Edward knew which direction the duo had went from his search in Rizette, he just did not have the time.

'I learnt from a ship captain that they were dropped by the shores in close proximity to the beastmen, Orc settlements and the Dark Dwarves. I can give my number up to three hundred people. I can form a tight net and wait for the call in hell. The soul stealer hosts will urge their clans and towns to scout, they can't pass through lands they have never been in without piquing the attention of someone.'

He mournfully looked at the slash on his suit. His wound had been healed but the clothes were still torn.

'This was my favorite suit…'

….

The city stood over rings of massive plateaus that elevated on top of each other. The walls and massive stone structures of the city were made of huge blocks of light pink stones. Sets of beautiful stalwart walls hugged each ring of the city to the very top. On the highest plateau stood the Lloyd Castle, the home of the Roble Holy Kingdom's ruling family.

While the castle had a ground entrance, to its east side the castle walls extended out over the plateau like a tongue poking out of a face. It was the landing point of the flying squads of the Kingdom. On the tip of the extension stood a beautiful woman donned in a full plate armor. Behind her were knights lined in a V formation.

Her armor was a deeper and darker shade of the color of the walls and blended into the colors of the dawning sun. Her helm let her golden hair run wildly behind her back down to her waist while her hand rested on the hilt of a shining sword. Her sword guard, the lunar steel shoulder plates and the helm had golden wings protruding from them.

She was the Valkyrie Knight of the Holy Kingdom.

The woman let her body fall down to the lower plateau that laid three hundred yards below her. Not long into her fall a silver blur met her and took her high into the sky. She and her Pegasus were soon followed by other riders that let their body fall and were met with by their rides.

This was the ceremony that replicated each Pegasus Knight's inauguration into the elite Lloyd knights of the Kingdom. The same procedure was done every time the knights left the capital on a mission. Their mission now was to observe an unusual gathering of savage orc tribes in the east.

While the orcs had grey skin color, the savages had green skin with red patches and were usually a couple times more aggressive than their shamanistic brethren. While the grey orcs lived in small settlements and lived of livestock and plants, the savages were thought to have primal beastmen blood mixed into their bloodlines, and usually lived in infertile mountain ranges where they constantly fought each other and feasted on goblins, smaller orcs and creatures of the mountains. Savage orcs pouring to the plains was concerning, but them gathering together without killing each other was even more concerning.

The far-sight casters have reported that the young horde have not made their move yet, but Joann was not going to wait for a move out. Her red lips curled into a smile as the wind rushed by her. It was her god given task to protect these lands, no beast or orc will break her conviction. Her troops flew towards the east, like they were charging towards the dawning sun. It truly was an inspiring sight. Some of the populace that saw the knights dropped what they were doing and cheered for their heroes' glory and prayed to the Wall-Maker Thull for their safe return.

The knights begun their two-day long journey towards the Wall, where they would rest and go onwards to complete their task.

Small flames begun to appear through the plains. It was dusk and torches were begun to be lit to welcome the upcoming night. The plains were full of large muscular figures that stood next to their equipment. Among the big figures lots of smaller ones were crawling around, goblins, hobgoblins, quagua and other smaller races were randomly picked by the orcs to take a bite from or to bully. While most of the Orcs prepared for the night, small fighting circles were formed all over for savages that still wanted to test their mettle through the night.

One could seldom see various sizes of tents scattered around to crowd. At westernmost frontier of the encampment stood a savage orc that dwarfed his brethren. His eyes were wide open and were scanning the plains as to seek one worthy for his axe. He reached to his side and effortlessly picked a quagua.

His lower jaw canines protruded between his lips and curled upwards. Small rings and etchings could be seen on these massive canines; such ornaments were the most respected amongst the Orcs. Most orcs had broken canines from constant fighting with their brethren and having these teeth unbroken was an Orc's display of might and power. In this case, not only the teeth were long and healthy, but a total of thirty-one rings and many small etchings could be seen on this warrior's tusks. If they were to grow any further, the teeth may have just begin blocking his vision.

The quagua was desperately clawing to the thick arm that held him but even its razor sharp claws could not penetrate deep enough into the orcs skin.

The orc did not see anything that was worth noticing and thus turned his wide back to the plains to get into the biggest tent the encampment had. He effortlessly tore of the head of the struggling quagua with his bare hands and held on to the body. He always liked to get a snack before going to sleep.

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Sorry for the shorter chapter, there wasn't much to say in this one since this was the introduction to the arc of the journey.

As always, reviews are welcome!