Anotha One!

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Glad that you found my plans interesting Sagebro~

I am more of a story and experience guy, rather than a results guy. What will eventually happen doesn't really matter to me. I just write and see where the characters and the story will take me, thetabularasa.

Good to see that you liked my plans for the direction of the story!

Yea, as you know, I like to stick to cannon as much as possible. I think there is enough causality in the plot for Ainz not noticing another SB. Facts such as Blue Planet arriving to the NW before Ainz, his current condition and many other possible reasons… We will see how it will go from here :^)

I like Edward as a character so we will see what happens.

I am feeling the hype Ryuuji, it gives me more fuel to write~

Bleach3834, thank you for sharing this update. Although I really enjoy writing in cannon, it is every fanfiction's fate to divert from it. I would like to know your and others' opinion on how I should proceed with the advents in Holy Kingdom. Should I leave it be until Vol. 12, or proceed with my plans? Since a timeline of events aren't established for Vol. 12 except the stuff you have shared, there are too many unknowns. Thus, I am not really confident in staying cannon even after the information you have given me. There are just too many unpredictable things so, at the worst case scenario, think of the advents in my fiction as Root B to the cannon.

As you may have realized, I have already planned ahead. I am doing this for improvement and enjoyment but getting feedback favs, follows, reviews motivates me and increases the update frequency basically. I got good response for Chapter 10 so here is another chapter.

Onwards with Chapter 11~

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Ominous winds blew through the forest as a group of four individuals made their way through. The air in the forest was dense and oppressive. Tree trunks rose high up until first of the thick branches could be seen. The branches extended from the trees, mangling into each other midway; wide triangular leaves spread from each branch and each twig. Miniscule amount of sunlight that could escape this blanket came in thin streams, showering the thick layer of pollen that hung low over the ground. The group seemed to move uncaringly through the thick grass and roots but that was not the truth. Only one of the four was not paying attention to their surroundings.

Joann could detect the slimmest movement in the air, while her ride Hyperion was inspecting the forest from high up in the sky. Gallahad had his ears and eyes open, occasionally taking in a large sniff. Berethur on the other hand, did the best he could to notice what is happening in his surroundings. To his side, Grendell not only moved with no regard to his surroundings but also occasionally wiped his nose onto some nearby plant leaving a disgusting trail behind.

Berethur looked at his group members. 'How did we end up together?' He wasn't sure which one was weirder, the captain of the Lloyd Knights accompanying him or the fearsome orc chieftain that raised the hair on his neck walking with a man who came from a no-name village. Or Grendell that turned out to be hiding one of the mightiest beings in the world deep in its consciousness. Joann had tried to communicate more with the beast but clearly she had not made the best first impression. Grendell completely disregarded her existence. With Gallahad and Berethur, he still did not react to their gestures. However, he followed them and seemed to be equally protective of both. His eyes went to the Knight Captain, she was leading the way, gracefully moving through the forest fauna. Everyone in this group made him feel insignificant in their own way. For the first time in his life, Berethur did not feel like knowing wild magic made him any more special than others.

Joann's [Air Tendrills] felt a small figure in distress half a kilometer ahead, a lone signal. There were no other presences so she kept the group moving.

They approached to the small elven child. She had rested her back to a tree clutching one of her hands along with a short arrow lodged in it. Upon seeing them she closed her eyes with trepidation. His dark skinned cheeks glistened with tears.

Joann did not take long to assess the situation; she could feel there were more people to the south east of their location. Some exuding a threatening aura while some exuded distress. The arrow lodged on the girl's hand was blunt, the type that slave traders used to incapacitate their targets. This explained why they haven't met any dark elves this deep into the forest. They were close to The Slane Theocracy and apparently the Theocracy let the slave traders go rampant close to their borders. Joann new all too well how much that countries views had deteriorated over the years. The Holy Kingdom also had its struggle with this problem, but through her efforts, slave trading was kept to a minimum.

"Slave traders. It appears a nearby dark elf village was attacked recently."

Berethur shifted his weight uneasily, "I don't like… this." He gestured to the girl with pursed lips. "Shouldn't we help them?"

"Frankly, no. They are on the move now, we can continue on towards east and just bypass them." Berethur gave her unbelieving looks. "But" Joann continued "We need new clothes and apparel. We can't pass through Slane Theocracy with the current looks of our group.

Couple steps back, Gallahad looked at the girl with an unreadable face. "I will heal the girl and Grendell will stay with me." Joann continued. Her and Gallahad's eyes met and the orc gave her a condescending smirk. Before Joann could open her mouth again, the savage orc was gone into the woods.

Joann sighed, "Berethur, I need you to follow him and calm the elves. I don't want him to scare their souls out of them. We also need the clothes, in one piece. Preferable not too stained." Berethur nodded but after taking a couple steps, spun around indecisively. "Haah. That way." Joann gestured towards the location of the slave traders.

"It is alright now." She crouched to the side of the girl. The elf twitched with fear but some sort of aura coming from the woman washed over the girl and calmed her nerves.

"Who are you pretty Lady?" With the state of terror she was in vanquished, there was genuine curiosity in the girl's voice.

Joann smiled, her eyes temporarily gazing at the distance. "You can call me Joann."

….

"Get in line flat-chest!" The woman squeaked and went back to the line. Around thirty young male and female dark elves were moving through the woods in single file. Their hands were cuffed, chained to the elf behind and in front. Around them armed men donned in light armor with cocked arbalests rode their horses. At the head of the file formation a man armed with a whip and a short sword and five of his henchmen rode.

Musk was feeling good today. Dark elves were a reclusive folk and were deadly opponents when faced in their own domain. His men had to track movements within the forests for months to find the location of their village. Then come the hours long wait covered in ointment that blocked their smell and a muffled step spell by their sorcerer to catch the village off guard. The sorcerer had given two of his men rings that enabled them to disguise as dark elves. While they distracted the villagers, the mercenaries and the rest of his henchmen pounced on the villagers, killing all able warriors. The loot however, was magnificent, dark elves were one of the favorites of the clients and he could hear the distant ring of gold coins being dropped at his feet already.

"You really helped us a lot Francess." He gave a nod of approval to the sorcerer riding next to him.

Francess graciously accepted the trader's compliment. As a follower of the six gods, he was one of the many temple raised divine casters that worked restlessly for the glory of humanity. Although Musk and his men were brutes, their cause was just. Being a slave was the proper occupation for demi-humans.

"It was nothing really; my skills would have gotten rusty if I just sat around in the city."

"Hahaha! True that." They stopped talking as terrified screams came from the file. They readied their weapons for a dark elf ambush. But what they got was not what they expected.

A horse flew in the air and slammed into one of Musk's henchmen. The next second a green blur smashed into Francess's horse, Musk could hear the snapping sounds coming from the legs and back of the horse. As the aggressor slowed down, he could see it was a dark green orc wearing a marry smile on his face.

Francess was up in the air letting out a small shriek as he flew towards a tree. Mercenaries were coming back to their senses, arbalests let lose their arrows, but the orc did not even try to dodge them as they harmlessly bounced of his skin.

Gallahad effortlessly swung his axe, splitting the next man in half from the top of his head down to his saddle. He grabbed the whip of a man in fancier clothes, with a small jump he relieved another man of his head while pulling on the whip.

Musk came down into the dirt head first. In pain but still alive. The orc had moved on to the men standing at the other side of the file, his axe was moving so fast that the mercenaries did not even had time to think about a retreat.

'This is my chance; I need to get the fuck out of here.'

The fall had given him a nasty concussion and a broken nose. The slave trader gathered his strength and moved into the trees as fast as possible. As he moved he slipped a ring to his middle finger, Musk's ugly face and stocky figure changed into the resemblance of a dark elf. 'I don't think he killed any of the elves. Inhuman pieces of shit, always covering each other's backs.'

After a minute of running, he froze in his tracks when he came face to face with a tall man. "What!" Musk immediately took couple steps back.

"Umu, no worries we just want to help dark elf-san." The man gestured to calm Musk down. Now that the slave trader had a better chance to observed the man, Musk noticed the man was severely out of breath.

"Do you know that orc who killed those men?"

The man looked defeated. "Oh damn it, he is already finished? I had hoped that I could keep one of them alive to get some information."

'I am sure you would buddy… An embarrassment of a human like you who travels with orcs would of course interrogate a fellow human.'

"Anyways thank you for the information, sorry that this happened to you." The man gave him an awkward nod and hurried towards where Gallahad was supposed to be.

'Oh no you don't.'

Musk bolted forward, grabbing a handful of the man's robe while kicking him right under the back of his knee. With a perfected motion, Musk threw the tall man to the ground. After all, he had done this take down to around a hundred demi-humans before.

Berethur only had time to turn around before the dark elf mounted him, wrapping his fingers around the young sorcerer's neck. His eyes widened as it became harder and harder to breath. One of his hand went to his throat, while the other went to the small booklet hanging from his waist that he had prepared a long time ago. He dug his fingers between his waist and the elf's legs in order to reach the booklet. His vision was darkening while his head felt like it was going to explode from the halted blood flow.

His fingers brushed the booklet as he silently thought about the word, [Confusa].

The elf's grip relaxed, looking at the coughing man with genuine surprise. Berethur did not waste his time, the spell was weak since he did not have time to focus. He pushed the elf back as hard as he could and got back to his feet. He could see the crazed elf's senses coming back to him. 'The irony.' He thought, Berethur was feeling confident now that there was distance between them.

Musk could not understand how the man had escaped him but did not waste time contemplating. He charged with his arms extended.

Berethur pointed a single finger, while his other hand stayed on his booklet. "[Explosio]"

A wave of heat expanded at an incredible rate in front of Musk, the explosion sent him flying only to stop after hitting a tree four meters behind him. There were two blackened stumps at were his hands previously were and the rest of his arms were severely burned. With the sudden shock of pain, Musk passed out.

Berethur watched as the elf's body turned into the stocky figure of the slave trader.

…..

"Please that is the least of what we can do."

The elves did not care about the strange composition of the group. Only thing they felt was gratefulness towards their saviors. The captives ranged from young adults to toddlers.

"We will accompany you through the forest. Elven city patrols are hostile to anything besides our kin. If some of us accompany you, there won't be any misunderstandings!"

"Oh you need clothes?! Of course! Yeah, how about these, these look like what you humans wear… I don't know what to give the orc-san and beast-san though." Looking for the right cloths…and Gallahad thought he felt what true torture was.

"Aren't you the one fixed young Mika's hand? You are so pretty! Oh and that man captured the slave trader. Ya know, you can always stay here for a while longer sorcerer-san~"

Joann was satisfied with how things had turned out. 'We even found two very valuable shapeshifter rings. Only thing left to do is to convince the orc to wear one of them. And put one on Grendell's finger without activating his weird self-defense mechanism.'

After helping the elves burry their losses, the group moved forward with their new companions. They were stopped once but their companions swiftly solved the situation. After a day and a half's trip, they were expertly taken out of the forest. With a final thank you, the dark elves departed back into the forest.

After couple minutes of silent walking, Joann spoke.

"I still don't know your name, orc."

The savage orc looked at Joann like he was a single metaphorical millimeter close to breaking her neck, but his expression quickly turned natural.

"I am Gallahad the… War-chief. I wouldn't give my name if a mere human had asked, but you are no human, aren't you?"

Joann did not reply, just gave a nod of acknowledgement of the orc's name. Receiving a questioning look from Berethur.

Four figures approached the city gates. As usual, the city guards stopped them to ask questions and do the brief inspection they did to unfamiliar people.

"Halt! State your business and names. Be at ease, this is the proto…" The guard stopped talking as he got a better look at the faces of the strangers.

The one leading the group was a woman beautiful beyond measure. She wore dark green leggings and a white shirt. On her waist, a regular sword dangled from a loosely worn belt. Most of her golden hair was made into a ponytail while some strands and two locks flew down her chest. Her face had strong defined features while the dark brows over her brown eyes gave her a wild look, like the animals of the wilderness.

Behind her was a tall man with brown hair wearing a bored expression and a dark robe. He held a wooden walking stick on his right hand. Stabbing the ground restlessly. Next to him, an unnaturally wide and fat man stood. Sun shined on his bald head while his beady eyes looked forward, unconcerned with what was going on around him. He looked for the lack of a better word, dumb.

Furthest back, a man taller and bigger than any the guard had ever seen stood. This one was looking straight into the eyes of the guard with such hatred that the poor man involuntarily gulped. His hands were crossed over his barrel-like chest while a large object wrapped in cloth was hanging from his back.

"Umm."

…..

Mare sat on the inner walls of the Colosseum, dangling his feet over the arena. Since Ainz-sama told them to properly rest, he had been taking short breaks from work, usually to come to the arena and look at the unmoving golems. However, they were too silent to be good company. Was him and Aura the only dark elves in this world? It would have been great if there were more of his kind.

'First, I would tell them how great Nazarick is! Then I can show them my duties as the guardian of the 6th floor. At this point, they would definitely be dying to be friends with me, even with Aura perhaps…but she is so scary sometimes!' He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of his sister.

Regardless, friends would have been the icing on the cake. His life was already perfect. Serving the greatest of the supreme beings was the ultimate joy anyone could hope for. Plus, he and his sister had the privilege of living in this perfect world that Blue Planet-sama had created. He looked at the beautiful night sky and muttered.

"What else can one ask for?"