The hardest thing in the world for Albedo to do was to leave the arms of her beloved. But there were some things that could only be done at certain times, and this was one of the obligations of the Overseer of the Guardians. So while Momonga took his slow and steady breaths in and out, she used one of her natural skills as a succubus, a kind of healing sleep settled over him.
The bruises from their lovemaking would fade, the cuts from her nails would close up, and her beloved would sleep soundly all through the night, awakening refreshed and ready for a morning of relaxation and ease before he settled in for the day.
It also allowed Albedo to slip from his arms without risking detection, donning her clothing once again, she would have skipped, but that slick feeling of their shared desire was still fresh on her inner thighs and she loved the way it felt. So she walked with slow, deliberate steps instead, rubbing it against herself almost to the point of grinding it into her milky flesh.
It was just an added bonus that the lamprey would know she'd been the one to lie with their beloved master. But whatever he wished, it was his prerogative, and so she would make no complaint beyond a look of envy.
As for the rest, they would politely take no notice of the scent of recent sex, though if anyone did say anything, it would be to ask how soon it would be before she would know if the Guardian Overseer bore the next generation of their lord within her body.
The duty that tore her from her lover's side, however temporarily, was to meet with the others to discuss Lord Momonga's actions. 'It would be so much easier if he would just tell us… but then, this is how he must have chosen to test our skill in carrying out his will. It all begins with divining it.' Albedo pondered that as she made her way to their unofficial break room, the Nazarick Bar.
Except for the twins, the Guardians were all present and waiting for her when she entered, Aura and Mare were merely children, and so they were required by Albedo's own orders to get a full night's sleep.
Cocytus, Demiurge, Victim, Shalltear, and due to his intelligence, Pandora's Actor, were all seated in the overstuffed curved booth. The scarlet fabric shone a little in the light of the room, all of them had drinks in hand to show that they hadn't merely been idling away in waiting.
It meant they'd been there for some time, but they weren't going to complain of her serving the Master of the Tomb, and she wasn't going to apologize either. She went straight to her usual seat on the far side of the curved booth and said, "I believe this confirms Demiurge's previous theory."
"Does it, though? It seems to me that he's just… making 'friends' with these creatures?" Shalltear answered, her little mouth pursed tight, "I don't see how-"
"Because you lack depth of insight, Shalltear." Demiurge said and spread his arms out wide, "Despite my esteemed colleague's belief," he cast an eye toward Pandora's Actor, "that he was striving purely for world domination, our lord's recent words confirm something more. Our Lord would never undertake something with simply one or two aims. Notice what he's said?"
Demiurge closed his hands together, "He reminds me of Whitebrim. He reminds me of Touch Me. He reminds me of Ulbert. She reminds me of Bukubukuchagama… how could any lowly creature remind our lord of the Supreme Beings unless they are the vessels containing the souls of the supreme beings?"
"And the fact that he said we should prepare the sacred meeting hall of the Forty-One, his enthusiasm, his sharing tables and meals with them, I can think of no other reason than this one." Albedo added.
"Yes! Mein Vater must know things of this world beyond even our ken!" Pandora's Actor flung out his hand in a dramatic gesture, "It must be that I stand in error! Therefore we must do what he wishes, we must find the remaining forty-one! We must seek their spirits out for him. That must surely be mein vater's fondest wish!" Pandora's Actor had them all fall silent as they considered his suggestion.
"But. Why. Inhabit. The. Weak. Natives?" Cocytus inquired.
"Perhaps they had no choice, or perhaps they had things they sought to learn that required them to weaken themselves for a time? Or perhaps it is merely a test to see if we may identify them… any number of reasons are possible. Which of us can know the mind of the infinite ones?" Albedo asked, and for a moment they looked sullen down at their colorful 'Nazarick Specials' from which they paused to drink deeply.
Shalltear frowned a little. "Still. Even if you're right, what do we do from here, how do we do what he's done?"
Demiurge was whipcrack quick with his response. "The answer lies in the state of things. Neia he found because of her abusive boss. That is the name given by HeroHero of someone he detested 'Abusive Boss'. The Draconic Queen was found during a time of crisis struggling against all odds, like a certain other Supreme Being. Gazef was found in combat proclaiming his defiance and justice, just like Touch Me. Therefore we must look for those in crisis who share a common frustration or obsession. If we search the swamps, the mountains, and other lands, we might find and gather up the rest for him. All his actions are in fact lessons. Now we must execute them so that he needn't do for us what we should already know to do."
"Yes… that sounds right. He's found only a handful so far, the rest, we will bring to him, then he can spend his days in happiness the way he belongs, the way he deserves… and of course, it fulfills his other aim." Albedo agreed.
"Other aim?" Victim asked and bobbed up and down drunkenly as he threatened to give himself fetal alcohol syndrome.
"Yes. Note that all either are or show potential as great leaders. With time and seasoning, and a proper education, Neia might be ripe for the throne of the Holy Queen. Enri is incorruptible and talented, she is wasted as a mere peasant even if she didn't house the soul of a goddess… imagine if she were set above other mere humans in the kingdom that destroyed her home? It's obvious that his final aim is the domination of the world, with Nazarick as the center and all his friends reincarnations as rulers in place of the old and unworthy ones." Demiurge explained Albedo's obvious thought.
"So it is mein vater's will! So shall it be!" Pandora's Actor proclaimed with a declaratory thrust toward the sky with one upthrust arm.