About the reviews;

One of the reasons why I write about what I do, is because there are already 11 volumes of great story-telling about the greatness of Nazarick and the power discrepancy between the new-comers and the old inhabitants of the new world. I do think fanfictions about Ainz or other player characters ring truer to the essence of omnipotence that overlord LN emanates, however, I do also think adventures of Nazarick would taste better if we put more soul and background into the new world inhabitants, and races… not only a couple prominent characters.

About the shortness of chapters, sadly, I am not someone who wrote anything besides scientific reports and one page summary analyses until now. Therefore, it is a real struggle for me to even write chapters as long as these are while resisting the urge to put everything in one page.

Yes, Joann of Arc was an inspiration in naming the Valkyrie Knight but it is not a replica.

About the quogua, they are indeed sensitive to sunlight, but they did move along with the orcs down to the plains by the sheer force of will that Gallahad has. He is very powerful compared to most New World creatures. With his incredibly rough life and thorough battle experience, he can even give a member of the Pleiades a tough time. However, defeating one is impossible for him because Gallahad does not have access to powerful gear that Peleiades members have.

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Character Sheet~~

Joann -CloudRider- Noel Claus

Former Area Guardian / Presently the guardian of the Roble Holy Kingdom

Job Leader of the Lloyd knights/ Guardian of the Holy Kingdom

Residence Lloyd Castle

Allignment Neutral Sense of Justice 50

Racial Level Elemental 1

Sylph 5

Job Level Shapeshifter 10

Valkyrie / Sword 10

Air Bender 10

Bond with Nature 5

Other

Racial Level: 6 Job Level: 50 Total Level: 56

HP: 30

MP: 40

PHY. ATK: 30

PHY. DEF: 90

AGILITY: 45

MAG. ATK: 25

MAG. DEF: 80

RESIST: 40

SPECIAL: 30

Background: Not much is known about Joann Noel Claus's past before she came to the Holy Kingdom. When the beastmen befell on the eastern lands and broke Holy Kingdom's connection with the rest of humanity, the God-Emperor's keepsake "Joann" appeared in the Holy Kingdom. A knight sworn to protect humanity, she secured the lands and garrisoned The Wall to protect Luth Peninsula. She was given the title Valkyrie Knight because of her mount Hyperion the Pegasus. She founded the Lloyd Knights with the support of the ruling family and the good graces of the church. Because of her efforts, The Holy Kingdom is one of the safest lands from the demi-human threat. The terrorism in the lands has been shut down to such a degree that there is little to no prejudice left towards the minority races of the Holy Kingdom.

Personality wise, Joann is a champion of indifference and stubbornness. Her life seems to be guided by Thull's orders that were probably given hundreds of years ago to this ancient lady. Although it is very likely that she is older than six hundred years of age, Joann is stronger than the strongest man, more powerful than the mightiest mage and more beautiful than the fairest maiden. By Roble's elite, Joann is seen as the treasure of humanity, and the last remaining companion of the six gods on the New World –Thull specifically in this case-. For unknown reasons, the arrival and origins of the Valkyrie Knight was and is intentionally being kept as an inner circle secret. The people and foreign nations know her as the newest Valkyrie Knight whom are always picked from young blond women.

Chapter 7

Joann was flabbergasted by the scene that transpired before her. Her vision was far superior to her knights' who probably could only see the vaguest features of the encampment and a tiny blue dot within the large clouds of dust rising in the distance.

Her eyes however, saw the dark blue giant purely made of malicious magic laying waste to the savage orc encampment. The beast stood thirty feet tall, his robes and curly pale blue hair that fell on its shoulders fluttered with each swing from his huge hammer. Rock and soil splashed in large waves every time its hammer swung downwards. Giant was methodically making its way towards the westernmost part of the encampment, killing and destroying everything before him.

'Is that… The Corrupt Judge!? Most powerful of Edward's Special creations…' Edward was a notorious summon that could only be summoned by some of the most powerful beings of Yggdrasil. Furthermore, this terrible summon required an arch-devil to bring him from the depths of Hell. Since his supreme lord left her in this land as a guardian of humanity, Joann had not seen such a powerful entity walking the surface of the world.

The implications of this discovery was immense. 'The Kingdom…No, everything that breaths are in danger! Even if I release all my restrictions, I can't go toe to toe with Edward. I don't even know where or what his summoner is up to.' Her eyes caught the figure of a human who was being dragged by two orcs out of the encampment towards a small hill. 'They are probably securing the prisoner and taking high ground in order to see what is happening at the other side. I won't leave him at the hands of these savages and definitely not at the hands of Edward.'

"Helkel, take the knights and secure the human that has been captured by the savages. Then put some distance between you and the camp." Although they were travelling through the air at high speeds, a medallion that every knight wore enabled them to talk to each other within a mile radius as they were talking face to face.

"Yes Lady Joann!" Helkel yelled towards his medallion in his most zealous and obedient tone although he hasn't had the slightest clue what she was talking about. He knew however, that Lady Joann's senses were far superior to any human's, thus he believed that they will come across an imprisoned human up ahead. The lady's words were the final decree on any subject for the Lloyd knights. Not only was she the personification of the perfect beauty, she was mighty, intelligent and had an extremely strong will. Among the treasures that were left behind by Thull, she was the most treasured for the elites and the knights of Lloyd. For the common folk however, she was only the beautiful leader of the Lloyd Knights and the strongest warrior of the Roble Holy Kingdom.

Joann sighed internally, no matter how many times she requested from the knights to call her just Joann, their opinion of her was so high that none of them stopped calling her "Lady Joann" or the more uncomfortable "My Lady". Although the difference in might and knowledge between her and her knights was immense, she preferred being around equals rather than her comrades looking up to her.

'I will have to check if there are any other demons besides Edward when I get close enough especially the arch-devil that had to have summoned him. If he is alone, I have to face him and learn more before going back to Roble. Even if I have the smallest chance to learn more on what have brought the evilest filth of Hell to this world. Hope the knights will keep their distance, I don't want any of them to die here, this grim dusk.'

She flew her Pegasus closer to Helkel's. "Catch."

Helkel immediately turned and rose his hands to catch whatever she was throwing, without fail. 'You would catch even a fire bomb if I said so wouldn't you...'

She threw a small statue to him. "Hold onto it."

The knights moved onwards.

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Edward was satisfied with the destruction he had inflicted. 'The Judge part of the skill, check. Now I can bring the jury and the executioners…'

[I am the Judge, the jury, and the executioner] was a powerful special and much like super-tier spells such as [Shub-Niggurath], contained both destruction and creation in its domain. Similar to necromancers, high-tier demons were also very potent conjurers. The difference however, was that while necromancers used corpses as hosts for powerful souls, demonic conjuring used souls to fill artificial soulless bodies.

[Hammer Fall] has killed around eighty orcs and over hundred and fifty of the other races. The released souls were then forced to fill the last part of Edward's special. More blue energy emanated from the artifice devil. Some of it turned into a wooden high-lobby. The only difference of this lobby from the ones you could find in courthouses was that a dozen crackling wooden legs were coming out under it. On its rows two dozen low level caster imps wearing suits stood. The rest of the energy created two mid-tier level 30 demons, the executioners. Both had a cloth wrapped around their heads with two dark holes where the eyes should be. One was a thin and tall figure with a scythe, it had two wooden sticks poking out down from the stubs underneath its knees. The other was massive and fat, his legs were intact but two large blades were attached where his forearms and hands should have been. The executioners ran ahead while the jury and Edward followed at a slower pace, methodically destroying the camp.

Once war-like orcs and the bloodthirsty beasts were running for their lives. Although savage orcs always strived to fight against stronger opponents, it wouldn't be a "fight" if they were to face this opposition.

Gallahad made his way through the camp. Bangs that sounded in the distance grew louder and the tremors became more pronounced. The dust clouds from the explosion had carried over and were all around him now. Despite his lowered vision, Gallahad could see beasts and orcs fleeing away from ground zero. Orcs that ran passed him had faces of confusion and terror. He however, was not the type to be affected by the tendencies of the crowds and moved hastily in the opposite direction.

Besides being the biggest, hardest and baddest savage there is, one of Gallahad's overlooked traits was his distinguished wisdom. Although he was utterly cruel towards the weak, there had not been a single instance where he had not taken a fight seriously. He was a warrior and though not his opponents, Gallahad respected his profession. Whatever he may fight this night, his will would not be bent by horrors nor would he underestimate the enemy.

Suddenly, the air around him grew morbid while screams and desperate pleas filled his ears. He could see two silhouettes etched on the dust clouds by the light of the stars. Sun had finally settled down. His hands tightened around his axe and his feet planted themselves on the ground, Gallahad knew that there was a very difficult battle that awaited him.

The silhouettes turned into shapes of two monstrosities that mowed through whatever was before them at the pace of a mad sprint, unlike Gallahad, the creatures did not cease their advance as they grow closer and closer to the mightiest savage orc.

"HAAAAARRGH!"

Gallahad screamed a war-cry as he faced them with his own charge. The two sides clashed in the middle of the terror ridden encampment.

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There was no time for preparations nor ceremonies, the throne room was full with the elites in their daily attires. Adlai grabbed the sides of his throne. 'What will this mean for the future? The sole reason Roble has such a powerful centralized government instead of a feudal system is because Joann's efforts.'

Roble never had nobles since the day Joann had appeared, instead, an upper echelon called elites existed. These individuals were picked from all over Roble to represent the different regions of the Holy Kingdom.

Although local managers such as majors and governors existed, they were waged by the King and were not allowed to take from the local populace. This way, the independence of local governing bodies was limited. However, no king would have accomplished such a system without an extremely powerful central legislative and judicial power. With the presence of Joann and the power of the elites centralized in the capital city, no local governor would imagine to cross the will of the King. Not in an apparent manner at the least.

In simpler words, King Adlai Ademus Magnifique the 3rd was content with the current stability of the Holy Kingdom. He had absolute power over an entire peninsula. Only thing that rivalled his influence was the Church but since the founding of the Kingdom, Church stayed as a separate entity and did not involve in country politics. 'However…'

'With the arrival of the very God that founded the Kingdom, it is inevitable for religion and politics to intertwine with each-other.' Furthermore, Adlai felt that his role and devotion for these lands will become obsolete very rapidly. 'I wonder what will Lady Joann say about this miracle…' The King really hoped this being donning the appearance God-Emperor Wall Maker Thull to be an impostor.

'If such a thing was the case, surely the wisest and the most powerful of Roble would notice that something was off, and how about that pet demon? Had Thull turned demons into pets back in the day too? I don't remember such a thing in any of the annals I have read…'

Adlai just couldn't wrap his head around the how, what and why of the situation so the King decided to go with the flow, for now.

'I hope my grandson Helkel is making me proud on his first mission. He had been training his whole life with other knight recruits to become what he had admired the most since his childhood.' The king let go of his warmer thoughts as four royal guards moved to open the large doors leading to the throne room. Each pair of knights grabbed one door wing from its elegant hinges and regally opened the massive and intricately decorated wooden doors.

The wings opened slowly to represent the rest of the elites lead by a man in a suit, and the Emperor Thull himself.

Adlai grabbed his throne tighter.

Berethur kept on being dragged until the trio reached to the top of a hill. 'This is my chance; I HAVE to get back to Grendell.' For him, the idea of failure and not holding his promise was enough to make him feel nauseous. Although he was really roughed up, he had plenty of time to gather his strength. The other reason he wanted to kick it was that Berethur felt there was a connection between the commotion and the destruction of his Church. 'I wonder if such chaos is happening all over the lands…'

Berethur shook the redundant thoughts out of his head and focused on the present. The orcs did not even bother to bind his hands and feet since they thought he was extremely weak. Berethur licked his lips and mentally prepared himself while the orcs were staring at the camp dumb-founded.

One of his hands touched to the small booklet attached to his hip with a chain. 'I have to be fast and true to make this happen. These orcs killed trolls and I can't see a scratch on either of them.' Everything after that point happened very quickly.

He started by whispering [confundamus] towards the she-orc. There were no observable effects and him jabbering would not pique the attention of the other orc. However, the next thing Berethur did certainly made Ravi to pay attention to him. [Kop] Berethur aimed at the Achilles tendon of the orc, the skin, thendon and muscle alike tore from their attached point which made the savage orc fall over to his side.

Ravi did not know what to think. An immense pain had struck him just above his feet for an unknown reason but it did not take long for him to associate it to the human they had captured. He violently spun around simultaneously readying his axe. But the human had moved out of arms reach and his leg would not let him stand on it. His hateful glare briefly concentrated on Berethur before he turned to look at the she orc who was looking at him with a blank stare. It seemed like his she-mate's brain had not registered what had transpired yet.

"[Hyrr]"

The moment he turned his head back to Berethur a ball of flame smashed him straight in the face, then his vision went dark.

Berethur felt dizzy executing the last blow to the male-orc. He turned to the female. 'I really don't want to do this, but I can't risk anyone following me.' He was pretty mad at the duo since they were the ones that turned the situation into what it currently was. The savage orc just stared at him as blankly as she did to her fellow. At the final moments, a small light of realization could be seen in her eyes but it was too late.

"[Glacies]"

Shards of ice lodged themselves to her neck and the savage orc slowly dropped to the ground.

Berethur sighed in relief. 'I will never do this again, ever.' Although his work and his Church had bloody practices such as killing animals for anatomy lessons, or killing hare for food, it was way different than killing these orcs. Many people were alienated from other races to the point where slaughtering them was regarded as normal. Berethur however, was a scholar and his profession made him emphasize and try to understand things that were foreign to him. It didn't take him long to see that although barbaric, these people had a culture and therefore, for the lack of a better word, had "humanity".

'Well, I will have to back track to the hills. I hope Grendell has waited for me.'

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edit: found some grammar mistakes and edited them. My bad.