To love someone can hurt.

But it can be beautiful even when it does. It just depends on the kind of pain.

Sometimes, it's the pain of forgetting to put on oven mitts when pulling a fresh baked pizza from the oven. Others, the sharp pain of falling on your butt while your partner teaches you to ice skate.

But sometimes, the pain is too much.

Like when they leave you when they need you most….

All because loving you means work.

All because you can no longer sparkle under the flash of a million cameras.

All because someone who can make them look better comes around.

Sometimes love hurts.

And that… can be a real killer.

Sebas continues to hold Carrismi in his lap, the two of them stuck in the moment. Sebas had been prepared to suffer in silence with the weight of his worries for all eternity if it meant she would stay. But to hear her brush off something so devastating, as if she didn't matter…

It hurt.

To serve her wasn't just to make her happy and protect her. It was to also show her the value at which they held her and to love her as she was meant to be loved. And he loved her, truly loved her. Sebas can't bear the thought of losing her like he lost her brother, his it's just that primal part of him that can never be fully locked away, but it cries for him to comfort her. To hold her close and her let go. To keep her safe even from herself. To make her forget what was lost and to protect what is already gone.

He would gladly give up everything in his hoard for her, for while he lived in Nazarick, she was home.

For now, he can only hold her tighter as he lets the revelation sink in. He's oblivious to the effect he has on his mistress as he cages her with his arms, his body practically engulfing hers as her wings fall limply besides them.

Carrisimi becomes painfully aware of the shape of Sebas beneath his clothes the longer she sirs in his lap. A long forgotten heat stirs in her core as every breath pushes her breast further into Sebas's hands. Carrisimi's body acts without her, a mournful coo escaping her throat as she continues to heat up. The scent of her arousal peaks and finally registers to Sebas. He lets out a pained growl, the sound indicating his desire to mate. The scent of arousal makes it obvious that Carrisimi desires him but the underlying scent of nervousness says conflicting scents muddled his mind and he simply sticks his nose in the column of her throat to ground himself.

Carrisimi begins to panic at Sebas's reaction wiggling in his grip before freezing. Her srousal somehow spikes even more as Sebas's hardening length presses against her. Oh gods, he felt huge! Her eyes caught sight of the fabric still pooled around her waist and reminded her that her dress was still undone. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and let Sebas pull it-

No! Now was not the time!

She was a Supreme Being, the only one present within the Tomb. Momonga trusted her to take care of their people until he came back and she couldn't go losing her head over such a simple situation. She had to get the situation under control or she'd never be able to lead. With a firm resolve, Carrisimi somehow manages to pry Sebas's hands off her chest.

She's gentle as she pushes him away and hurries out of his lap. Her own hands move quickly to retie her dress and fix it as best as possible. The material is still wrinkly and her hair is a mess but at least she's covered.

"Sebas," She tries as she sits across from him. "Are you ok?" She asks. Her hands reach out to cradle his face but she catches herself. Awkwardly, she drops her hands to her lap and struggles to look Sebas in the face. "Sebas...I'm sorry for what just happened…" She finished lamely, unsure of what to say in this kind of situation. Her embarrassment and lust overrides all of her usual eloquence and silver tongue.

Sebas notices the change as the fog clears and he regains awareness of himself. It's obvious that she blames herself when he was the one out of line. "No, M'lady. You need not apologize. I overstepped my boundaries and have cause your current state." His head bowed in shame as he continued. "It is I who should be apologizing."

Carrisimi felt her heart crack and flutter all at the same time. "Oh Sebas…"

"If you will allow me." Sebas continues, still able to scent the cloying smell of arousal coming from her. His next words are cautious as to not scare his mistress. "If you wish, I would like to rectify my mistakes. Even if you only wish for me to service you with my hands, I will graciously accept." He ignores the way his erection throbs in need in protest to his words.

It takes a moment for Carrisim to process what Sebas is offering but when it does, she fears she may spontaneously combust. "I-I… That wont be n-necessary, Sebas!" Carrisimi stammers. Even if her body is screaming yes, her mind has trouble connecting what she's hearing. This man, this beautiful, selfless, gorgeous man, is offering himself to be used at her convenience? To be hers? She never even truly had Nara and she's suddenly being offered Sebas!?

Discomfort and uncertainty covers Carrisimi like a second skin as she gathers up her wits like a shield. Somehow, she manages to plaster on a gentle smile and begins to reassure her beloved butler. "That won't be necessary, Sebas. It was no fault of yours that things went the way they did." She up and off the couch before he could even utter a protest, gliding over to the doors as she spoke. "My wings are feeling much better now though. I think I'll take a bath and turn in early. There's much to do tomorrow." She stepped out the doors quickly and closed them gently. As soon as they shut, she's off.

She runs as fast as she can, her wings flapping every so often to boost her speed as she zooms to her room. Maids ducked and dodged out of her path as she practically flew through the halls. Spotting her doors, she pushed her wings as hard as she could and burst into her room.

The doors slammed shut behind her with a powerful bang, her chest heaving from the exertion. Her breaths came out in quick pants as she struggled to get her body under control. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, whether they be from humiliation or anger…

She didn't know.

But her emotions were running haywire and she had to get them under control.

"Ok Cari, deep breaths." She said to herself. "In. Out." The words were repeated like a mantra, over and over until she had a hold of herself. Everything felt so heavy as she allowed herself to crumble to the floor. "Gah! What even was that?" She yelled to the empty room while slapping a palm to her forehead. Carisimmi tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, her eyes darting about the multiple runes and scenes of torture carved there. Her eyes finally landed on a single scene, her body relaxing as she focused on the details.

There, staring back at her, was Lilith. The first Succubus was perched gracefully beneath an apple tree while holding a small, winged child. Lilith's face was that of cruel joy as she played with her child, the scene innocent till you took a step back. Her hair was stretched about and hung in the tree's branches like delicate vines flowing in the wind. Sinners could be seen tied up or run through on the long locks, the beautiful tresses keeping them chained high above the infant as she remained unaware of the danger she'd avoided.

"Mother…" Carisimmi mumbled to herself. She shook her head to clear her thoughts as she felt herself start to drift away the longer she stared. The angel looked down at herself and took in her disheveled appearance. "I need a bath. Yeah, that will make me feel better." Mind made up, the angel stood up and walked towards her private bath. It was moments like this where she was happy she insisted on going all out with her room. Carrisimi stripped as she walked towards the pool, falling back into old habits the more she adjusted to this body. Her dress was the first to go, the silk just sliding right off of her. Her shoes followed right after, the heels being chucked into a random direction.

Reaching the edge of the bath, Carrisimi stopped nervously and toyed with her panties. She'd ignored it until that point but she now she couldn't. Practically naked, she could better feel how wet her panties had become. Her inner thighs were damp as she stood there, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She hadn't had to deal with something like this in years and she had forgotten what it was like. She was intimately aware of how they were cooling off the longer she waited.

Carrisimi bounces on the balls of her feet and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to convince herself to just drop them and climb in. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, this was just so foreign to her.

"Why is this so hard?" She squeezed before cracking open an eye and looking at the bath. Instead of milk, there was actually water in it. The scent of vanilla and peaches filled the room, the blossoms floating on the water's surface. Breathing in deeply, Carrisimi felt her muscles relax. Her wings, which had been tightly pressed to her back until that point, dropped to the ground like a feathery cape.

Sigh.

"I can do this." Carrisimi said in a relaxed tone. Carisimmi slowly gathered up her hair and piled it atop her head, using her halo to hold everything in place. "This is my body and I have to get used to it." Even with those confident words, the angel stepped into the water with the panties still on. A soft moan escaped her lips as she sunk into the warm water and allowed her body heat to adjust. Still in the shallow, Carisimmi walked over to her bath supplies and grabbed a crystal bottle full of vanilla scented body wash. Popping the bottle open, gave it an appreciative sniff and poured a generous amount in her hand. Slowly, she spread the soap across her arms and shoulders, massaging out any kinks she found. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she moved lower. She pointedly avoided her nipples as she washed her chest. Curiously, she cupped each breast and lifted them, testing their hefty weight in each hand. She was careful not to drop them as she released their weight and continued on with her bath. She was equal parts amused and mortified when she realized they floated when dunked her shoulders to rinse them.

"I guess that wasn't a myth." She said wryly as she washed her stomach. The movements were light and tender as her fingers slowed over phantom scars. A hand traveled to her hip and paused, nails tracing the edge of her panty. "It's now or never…" She whispered.

Lewd Starts Here!

Slowly, Carrisimi wiggled out of her panties and examined them. A pair of black lacy boy shorts stare back at her almost mockingly. "Why is all my underwear so sexy…?" She mumbled before tossing it towards her other articles of clothing. The underwear hit the edge before falling back into the water and floating away. Carrisimi didn't notice as she stared down at her soft nervously.

It was ok to touch, right? It was her body. So she could touch herself if she wanted. She still felt hot and bothered, her nipples aching and core throbbing. Biting her lip, Carrisimi tossed a quick glance to the bathroom door before making a decision. Carefully, Carrisimmi pulled herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the bath. The marble had a slight chill against her warm skin but it wasn't unpleasant. Getting comfortable, Carisimmi slowly spread her legs and looked.

There was absolutely no hair on her body, her sex shiny and wet from the water. Carrisimi slowly trailed a hand down her stomach, fingers barely touching her skin as they made their way between her legs. Her breathing grew heavy the closer she got to her sex when she froze.

"Am I a virgin again?"

This body was absolutely new and untouched, all things considered. Sure, she had scars from her backstory but that was it. This body has never had sex. Which means she has a hymen… Memories of her first time came back and Carisimmi almost back out but fate had other plans. Her hair fell from its messy updo and dragged heavily across her oversensitive nipples. She hissed at the stimulation and remembered why she was in this situation in the first place.

"Damn you Sebas." She moaned with no real heat as she finally gave into this simple desire.

Slowly, her fingers smoothed themselves across her sex. Carisimmi shivered at how warm and slick she was, her folds slippery as her juices began to flow again. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment of how wet she became at her butler's actions.

She could still feel him behind her and the warmth of his breath against her throat.

"Hah!" Carrisimi gasped as she gently flicked her clit with a manicured nail. "S-Sebas…"

Her traitorous mind conjured up an image of a Sebas before, the butler's hands replacing her own. She rolled and pinched her clit as she imagined Sebas doing these same things to her as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Her wings start to fold over her body in a feeble attempt at hiding herself from the shame of her actions. She's painfully shy of her own feelings as she tries to pretend that she's unaffected by the butler of steel.

Carrisimi tries to keep her mind as far detached from Sebas as possible as she continues her ministrations. Her wings slowly tense up and are pulled tighter around her shoulders the more she tried to push him away until they're practically under her nose. There's a pause as Carrisimi catches Sebas's scent covering her feathers, her sense of smell heightened with her arousal. A possessive growl crawls from her throat, the more demonic part of her brain proud to have his scent covering such an intimate part of her. Taking a deep drag of the scent, Carrisimi's hand starts to move again as her mind produces much more sinful fantasies of her beloved butler. Her strokes grew more feverent as she breathes the scent like a drug.

She wants to feel shame at her actions but the smell is just too intoxicating.

Unbeknownst to her, as she fell further and further to her lust, some of her demonic traits began to peak through. Her mouth hung open as pleasured moans escaped her lips, fangs gleaming in the torchlight. Her eyes grew hazy, swirls of pink mixing with green when she slipped a single finger inside herself. A gasp escaped her at the tight heat, a ripple of pleasure going through her at the slight stretch.

Carrisimi eased herself down to lay on her back instead of sitting the closer she got. Desperate, she tried to add another finger but couldn't fit it into her tight passage. A pitiful mound escaped her lips before legs clenched around her hand as she worked herself open on her finger, desperately chasing an orgasm. The pleasure had kept climbing and she was so close to falling over that edge…

Carisimmi tossed her head to the side and scented her wings again, hoping the smell of Sebas can get her over the edge but it isn't enough.

While she cares for Sebas, her body has become too demonic to be satisfied with just her hand and the scent of someone who would easily submit to her. Sara hadn't had any sexual contact in years and that kind of frustration builds up. In this body, she was the daughter of Lilith, the first Succubus. Sex was in her veins.

Her free hand stopped clawing at the floor and moved to her lips, popping two fingers in her mouth. She sucked the digits before bringing them to play with a nipple. She struggles to envision Sebas above her, his teeth dragging harshly yet pleasurably against her nipples before roughly drawing in a mouthful to suck. Her claws drag along her throat and collarbone in attempts to mimic fangs, possessively marking her as his. She can idly smell small drops of blood welling from the cuts but it still isn't enough.

Her mind can't connect the Sebas, so kind and gentle, with someone who could lose themselves to their lust and passion in such an aggressive manner. She almost gives up and resigns herself to a night of frustration when Demiurge creeps into her mind. For a moment, it feels treacherous to think of the other man. But when she hears his voice in her head, it's so reverent, vicious, dark . He would push her to her limits over and over again, taking everything he wanted while still giving her everything she needed. With Sebas it would be gentle love making but with Demiurge there's no need to be gentle.

It would be true, carnal fucking.

She can practically feel him against her skin as her hands move faster, her breaths ragged as she throws her head back. She can hear him demand with his Command Mantra, "Come for me."

And she does.

Carrisimi screams wordlessly as her back bows with the force of her orgasm. Her wings snap shut and a trembling while her legs clench down tighter on her hand as she continues to ride the high. Slowly, she comes down and lays there panting as she tries to catch her breath. Her body shivers in satisfaction as her demonic traits fade away, her features returning to the innocence of her angelic side.

Lewd is Done

Carrisimi's eyes fluttered open as she finally caught herself and looked at the ceiling. "I'm a horrible person." She mumbled in between small pants. Her body is still limp, skin now sticky with sweat and her own juices. It takes her a few minutes, but Carrisimi manages to slide herself back into the water, body gliding easily through the cooling puddle beneath her hips. Carisimmi finds herself speeding through the rest of her bath and scrubbing that spot until she's sure the smell is gone. Once finished, she climbed out and gave her wings three powerful flaps, the force of them drying her skin and feathers. Now dry, she practically sprints naked across the marble with only her wings for modesty.

She refuses to think about the implications of her actions as she exits her bathroom. The clothes laid forgotten on the floor as she pads silently towards her bed. Her body was still trembling as she ascended the dais and slid beneath the sheets, the cool silk like a balm against her heated skin. Sitting back up with a huff, Carrisimi tossed a pillow, still thick with Sebas's scent, across the room.

The pillow now gone, Carrisimi becomes painfully aware of how empty her bed feels without Sebas there to hold her. A distressed whine fills the room as she sniffs at the sheets for more of his scent. Realizing it was strongest in the pillow, Carrisimi quickly dashed from the bed to retrieve it. Pillow back in her possession, Carisimmi greedily stuffed her face in it and inhaled. The more rational part of her brain feels confused, distressed even, by how desperately she needs the scent. By how if she can smell him, so can everyone else. By how she acted in the bathroom just moments ago. By how in her most private moment, these two men worked their way into her thoughts. But she's too tired to listen to that part of her brain.

Exhausted, Carisimmi snuggles into her pillows and allows her wings to fan out across the bed as she lies on her stomach. The tips of her wings hang off the edge and brush lightly against the floor with every breath.

"Yuri Alpha?" Carrisimi attempted at a "Message".

"Yes, m'lady?" The maid responded. Carrisimi gave a small huff of victory at her success with the spell. "I will be taking the rest of the day off. Please have any work I need completed to Lord Ainz's office. I shall be in my chambers and wish to be left undisturbed." She ordered. Nuzzling the pillow, Carrisimmi allows the scent of Sebas to lull her to sleep.

"Just to sleep better." She tells herself.

Carisimmi may be a collected and wonderful person, but she had a horrible habit of not thinking things through when tired or drunk.

Like now, with her sleeping naked in a bed that she shared with a man she just ran away from.

Ainz and Narberal Gamma looked around the inn with very differing feelings. Ainz was excited at the prospect of adventuring and peace away from Nazarick whilst Naberal looked on with well concealed disgust. They hit a small bump in the road with the discovery of a ranking system, but it couldn't be helped.

"It would seem that we need to build a name for ourselves as adventurers." The disguises Lich mumbled low for only his companion's ears as they walked towards a table to sit. While they had no need for any food or drink, simply lurking in an area could sometimes produce fruitful results. People tend to reveal more secrets when they think no one is listening. Still…

Ainz looked down at the maid and could see that she was using everything she had to contain her disgust for the humans. "Maybe it was best to give Nabe a break and contact Nazarick before we make any other moves." Ainz thought to himself before heading towards the barkeep. "I would like a room for two. We don't need any meals." He said cordially.

The man behind the counter looked irritated by his mere presence and threw him a dirty look as he inspected the warrior. His eyes stopped on the copper plate and his irritation seemed to grow more. "A copper plate, eh?"

"This place too…" Ainz lamented.

"We registered ourselves just moments ago at the guild." He answered the unspoken question. Ainz was internally praying that Naberal didn't decide that a slight had been made and needed correction. The man scowled and slammed his fist on the counter in a poor attempt at intimidation.

"It's seven bronze pieces." The man sneered. "You gotta pay upfront."

"Very well." Ainz said and laid out the money. The man scoffed and jabbed a thumb in the direction of the stairs as he collected the pay. "Second floor, the room at the end." Ainz nodded and turned to leave when a foot fell in his path. The disguised Lich followed the limb to its owner and settled his gaze upon a ruffian. The man had a cocky smirk as he laughed under his breath.

"How childish…" Ainz sighs inwardly before continuing on, his foot barely grazing the man's leg. The man gave a shout as though struck and hopped out of his seat with a bullying smirk. "Hey, watch where you're going!" He yelled while getting in Ainz space. "How can I work with a busted up ankle, hm?"

The man grinned as he leaned in closer, his eyes flitting to Nabe. "Perhaps your little girlie there can give some tender care as…" His words slowed as his eyes moved back to Ainz and caught sight of Carrisimi's feather. "Now what do we have here?"

The thug leaned in closer to inspect the feather, his eyes lighting up with greed and awe at the item. "That's a nice stone you got there. Hand it over and I'll consider us even." He said while reaching for the feather. Nabe began to draw her sword to remove the human's hand when her lord chuckled. The sound was low and dark, a pleasant chill going down her spine as she realized her lord already had a punishment in mind.

"While your actions are amusing, you are in no way worthy of this feather. It was a token from a woman I care dearly about and I would hate to see her gift sullied by the likes of you or your kind." Ainz was offended on Carisimmi's behalf as he lifted the man over his head by his shirt. He'd performed "Appraise Item" on it after he was out of the Tomb's sight out of curiosity and would have fainted at the results had it been possible. The feather was a whopping 73.5 karats and a hardness of 15. The feather could easily fund several expenditures in this world if the value was the same as IRL. Maybe even greater given the medieval era of it. But it felt wrong to think like that, to sell even a piece of his friend. Even if she'd suggested it. "Look at that. Not so funny when you can't breathe, are you. Take note, this feather is worth more than your life." Ainz said softly to his choking victim. With a flick of the wrist, the man was sent sailing across the room.

"Weakling." Ainz said as the man crashed into a table before a red headed woman. Listening to the crash, he turned to the thug's companions. "So, does anyone have anything else they wish to say to me? Because I-"

His words were cut off by a scream of anguish. The red headed woman that was sitting where the thug he tossed stomped over to him angrily with tears in her eyes. "What the hell man?! You destroyed me potion!" She yelled. "Potion?" Ainz said questioningly. "Yeah! My potion!" She continued. "Do you know how many meals I had to skip and how long I had to go without drinking to pay for it!" She jabbed a ginger in his direction, her anger growing with each word. "You owe me for it!"

Ainz signed under his breath at the situation. Why couldn't anything ever just be simple and easy? "It was actually these gentlemen who started the altercation." Ainz stated calmly. "If anyone owes you, it's them."

The woman looked at them with amused discontempt before glancing back to Ainz. "You really think they can pay me back?" Her fists came to rest on her hips as she shook her head. "Ha! I bet they've never seen a gold coin in their life." She turned back to Ainz and gave him a once over. "You got some fancy armor and weapons there." Her eyes caught on the fether and she let go a low whistle. "And know that feather has to be worth a fortune. You gotta have at least one potion."

Ainz heard the near imperceptible sound of Nabe drawing her weapon and nearly panicked. They coulldnt get into a fight now! "Of course." He said and faigned looking in a pouch under his cape as he withdrew a health potion from his inventory. "Here you go. Apologies for the trouble we caused you." Without another word, he handed her the potion and retreated up the stairs before she could question him any further.

The woman looked at the potion skeptically before pocketing it. She'd just get it appraised and see if it was actually worth anything.

Sephiroth was patient. He had to be, being Karma's closest companion and all. So it was expected of him to be the more reasonable of the two.

So why was he so irritated.

Sephiroth gave a closed eye smile at the demon in front of him as he went on about his rivalry with Sebas to court Lady Carrisimi. It was amazing how Demiurge could go on about their Lord's plans and decipher them with an ease that made other's heads spin. But in the matter of romance, he was hopeless and needed the help of Nazarick's resident aromantic succubus of people. Demiurge may be a genius but honestly, Sephiroth may be smarter than him at this moment.

"So the Supreme Beings took their intended mates on excursions to prove their wealth and ability to provide? How fascinating!" Demiurge exclaimed. "To think that the Supreme Ones have such strict yet elaborate courtship rituals is fascinating."

Sephiroth just nodded along with whatever conclusions Demiurge drew from his explanations. Honestly, the demon was reading too deeply into his words but Sephiroth had no inclination to correct him. The demon did write him off during their first official meeting and Sephiroth, like his creator, was slow to forgive such slights. While he would't actively sabotage Demiurge's attempts at courtship, he wouldnt be correcting any mistranslations between them. Call him petty but he was a demon, being a little shit was part of the job description.

"Sephiroth." Demiurge addressed him, interrupting Sephiroth's train of thought. "I am rather curious about this maze."

Sephiroth looked up from the book he was doodling in to look around briefly. He and Demiurge were seated on the same wall where he'd watched Karma prepare her treat. The maze stretched on for what seemed like miles in every direction. Sephiroth turned to a clean page and started to sketch a deer surrounded by feathers. "Ah, so Lady Carrisimi gifted this maze to Karma. It is a truly unique form of torture." Demiurge complimented as he inspected the wall they were seated on. "The walls are so clear that you can see the exit from whatever location you are within the maze but you can tell where the turns are for that same reason. Yes, you can see your escape but it is always out of reach! How marvelous. Lady Carrisimi has such a creative and devious mind to concoct such a unique and entertaining form of torutre." He crowed. He stood and stared out at the maze, the only way to actually see the walls being from above. "Am I correct to assume that Karma has the layout memorized inorder to cut off her prey should they actually come near the end?"

Sephiroth nodded before flipping to yet another page and drawing Demiurge. The devil was handsome, objectively at least. Sephiroth lightly nudged Demiurge's leg with his boot to get his attention. They made eye contact and Sephiroth gave the elder a mockingly flirtatious smile as while gesturing to the juliet rose pinned to his lapel.

The maid attending to them inwardly swooned at the expression and swore to tell the others that Team DemiSeph was winning.

"Of course, Sephiroth. I understand that you have other tasks and wish to wrap this up." Demiurge said while offering Sphiroth a hand. Sephiroth raised a delicate brow and allowed the demon to help him up. "In fact, why don't we finish this conversation for now. I have to get started on the farm. The sooner I begin, the sooner Lady Carrisimi can inspect and judge the productions."

Sephiroth smiled good naturedly even if he was internally cringing at the idea of a farm. Those places are so filthy…

Taking their leave, the two walk in companionable silence towards Carrisimi's room. Sephiroth, to return to his coffin and restore its magic and Demiurge followed in hopes of peeking at his intended's chambers. The two walked in companionable silence through the halls of 9th floor when they heard a screech from behind one of the doors. The two paused and looked at Lord Ainz's food in confusion.

That sounded like Albedo…

Demiurge sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "It would seem that Lady Albedo has found herself in Lord Ainz's chambers. She has taken to spreading her scent there in hopes of enticing our lord." He explained to the young incubus. Sephiroth could only stare blankly with disgust and second hand embarrassment. With a silent sigh, Sephiroth continued on like nothing had happened. Demiurge followed suit when it was obvious Sephiroth could care less about the Guardian Overseer's actions.

"You are a truly unflappable demon. If only Albedo and Shalltear were as mature as you when it comes to these situations."

Albedo wailed as she took in the scent covering her beloved's sheets.

The scent of the angel covered everything, the center of the bed having the highest concentration of her scent. Albedo's scent was overpowered by it, the whole area marked. Even the traces of Lord Ainz's wonderful smell was gone.

"How dare she mark my beloved's room as her own! She even covered his scent with her own!"

Oh, this was war. The angel may be her leader, but she would never be her queen.

"I swear, I will be Lord Ainz's Head Wife!"