Chapter 4
The Kremlin looks like an open guild base that was created with only aesthetics in mind, but appearances can deceive. Just beside High Command HQ is a nuclear bomb shelter labelled as Ямантау (Yamantau), which means Evil Mountain in native tongue. Traverse down the path and a person will discover a hidden underworld that lurks. How did the USSR guild develop its weapons? Where does it keep its secrets? How does the guild sustain itself? Where are its people? The USSR was Punitto's playground, and away from all semblances of democracy that was in Ainz Ooal Gown, it was clear that this guild was created in an authoritarian manner.
"When you reach the fallout shelter, greet the inspector standing on-guard in front of the electric fence with a proper Soviet greeting. Food, drinks, and Vodka will help a lot. After all, they work tirelessly 24/7 for the communist dream. Once you've entered the facility, there will be watchdogs and Shock Troopers standing watch as they glare at you with suspicion while you complete a biometrics check. Once you've cleared to go, they will each activate some mechanism that opens up the door. Remember to wear your ID, because the RFID chip prevents the facility's security mechanism from considering you as a potential threat.
"You will pass through a corridor and reach a storage room with bunk beds and some boxes containing canned food on one corner of the room. Do not touch them, for they were never meant to be used. In the central wall, 5 blocks from the left, 2 from the bottom, is a lever camouflaged with the wall. Press on it for 5 seconds then tap on it twice. Another passageway will open, this time directly to a hallway of elevators."
"For today's journey, we are travelling to the 4th Floor, that is the Foundry. Any questions?" Alice proudly stood at the podium, giving her lecture to a group of high-ranking officers who had never set foot within the Yamantau. This is because YGGDRASIL sadly does not allow NPCs to move between floors conveniently. Thus, Alice had to be the teacher this one time.
"Yes, I have a question," Natasha raised her hands, "is the Vodka really necessary?" Only to be met a unanimous groan within the Military High Command, including Zhukov, who was seemed rather impatient at this time of day. Alice, who just laughed it off, "any more questions that will lead to constructive discussions?"
"Great, if there are no questions, follow me," Alice was in a rather good mood today after the restful sleep she had last night. Although she was initially reluctant to trust the NPCs since she was unsure if their human nature might cause them to betray her, Natasha's reassurance through pledging her undying loyalty to her 'mother' helped her feel a tad bit more confident. "If 'mother' did not like them, she would happily dispose of them," was what Natasha boasted.
"The Secretary General… and the Tsaritsa, it's an honour to have you here," the inspector knelt on the floor devoutly, which made her feel embarrassed in front of these stuck-up and prideful Military High Command officers.
"Oh, no need to be so formal, we are all playing a role in fighting for the proletariat, comrade," Natasha tried to diffuse the situation and lifted him back up, "I have brought some Vodka to soothe your nerves." She shot a glare towards one of the lower-ranking officers standing behind, as he scrambled to grab the paper bag with the Vodka, before handing it over to the man.
"Oh thank you for your consideration," the man bowed. Alice found it rather hilarious how different Japanese culture was from the USSR. While a normal Japanese person will refuse at most twice for such personal gifts before saying yes out of an honour-code; the average communist citizen would unhesitatingly accept the gift, out of fear that the gift would be more efficiently redistributed to those that needed it. In other words, what he just displayed was evidence of human nature — greed — and a weakness that may be exploited by her enemies against the guild.
"Keep up the good work soldier," she simply said.
The antechamber was dark but fortunately the officers brought torch with them, not that Alice needed it. She was able to see clearly in pitch-black environment. It did not make sense scientifically, since vision is simply a perception of light's reflection on any surface, excluding a 'perfectly black' surface.
The gears turn with the push of the concrete slab and a corridor revealed itself. The group walked inside the narrow opening in an orderly fashion. At the other side of the tunnel was a second antechamber that looked like the departure/arrival lobby of a train station. It was filled with military personnel who were busy patrolling the corridors and were talking to each other. There were engineers too, chatting with each other, some headed towards the engine room, while others were just sitting down on the tables provided chatting with each other.
"The Tsaritsa!" some person really had a death wish by saying that. Alice was slightly tired with the constant attention she was getting, it would have been nice not to be noticed. They stopped their activities and bowed. Some of them were saluting the military officers who were walking right behind of her.
At the end of the hallway was an elevator.
"That is Podmoskovye, or the Moscow Oblast, the city underneath Moscow, exactly where you conduct your survey Agent Bond." They viewed a beautiful scenery through a transparent glass which is opaque on the other side.
"The train station above was Metro-2," Tsaritsa commented, "Metro-2 is the gateway between the civilian city and the administrative government bodies. It is not public knowledge however and no ordinary citizens has set foot on it aside from government officials. For now, I am designating it as highly confidential information."
"For all the citizens know, they in the USSR on Earth inside an underground city and the entire world above them is a radioactive wasteland," Alice warned them of mass public hysteria if the news got out, "when the time is right, I will let them know the truth."
They made their way into a government building inside Podmoskovye, called the White House. It was storeys high. Alice had a lot of memories in this building. The parliament in which she had various debates on government ideologies and politics with her guild friends. She also remembered how the guild assembled on this location to plan out raids and PvP matches. They were no longer here, but she would hold on to these memories forever.
They exited the building to an urban environment. This was one of their guild's first projects when the guild was first created, and all of this city was overground. Each member of the guild had the obligation to create and place an NPC anywhere they wanted in this make-belief city. Each NPC will represent the hopes and wishes of that individual in an ideal society. And so the trend started. Even if the member left the guild, their presence will still be felt in the hundreds of NPCs left behind. The essential rule was — the NPC must be humans, because all players were humans in the real world.
"Any questions?"
White House, Podmoskovye, Underground USSR Guild Base
"Our scientists are working their hardest to reconstruct the Kosmos satellites which will help clear the fog of war surrounding us at the moment, however we need a suitable platform from which to launch it. The Kalinin Nuclear Power Plant is providing surplus energy for industrial activities, but I'm afraid we currently lack sufficient raw materials such as Uranium-235, copper, and bauxite. Moreover, we need more land to expand the scale of production of our factories. We can achieve this by claiming the lands nearby as part of our expansion project and reform the oblasts that we have lost in Yggdrasil..." Natasha tried to articulate her plan but noticed that her superior has stopped listening.
"My Lady?" Natasha inquired.
"It's beautiful," Alice mumbled to herself, "clean air, clear water, the unblemished scenery of nature. It's just calming to be here." She was savouring the moment. So this is how it felt to be the first pioneer of a civilisation. The founder who discovers a new land and claims it as theirs. She closed her eyes, feeling the winter breeze pass through her cheek and biting her ears. The sensation of water condensing at the warmth of her breaths. The breeze of fresh grass and flowers newly minted lingered in the purified mist of air particles. Completely natural and at no price. What a wonderful world it would be. The song of Louis Armstrong certainly fits this moment. But even better, Alice placed a large disc called a record in the gramophone.
[Song Recommendation: И на Марсе будут яблони цвести (And Apple Trees Will Bloom on Mars) 1962]
From storeys high above the streets, the sight of the red army bringing the criminals to their knees in Podmoskovye smelled as sweet as roasted coffee. The Tsaritsa's first directive in office was the purge of criminals amongst the population, thus allowing the ordinary people with their daily ration of hard bread and milk to safely traverse the roads without fear of being mugged or robbed.
Hard gulag life.
To those that deserved it.
She watched as the workers assembled the planes by the runway several kilometres away from the white house building. At broad daylight, the U2 spy plane launched through an opening in the ceiling of Podmoskovye. Minutes after, new information arrived regarding the geography of the location the Kremlin was located, in the form of aerial photographs. Thanks to magic, recon images have been enhanced tremendously.
"Tsaritsa, here are the pictures we could piece together regarding the topographical features of the area we are at now. The river which you have kindly named as the Volga River is a tributary of a larger river which stretches far south from our location. To the east there are forests and further beyond, a mountain range. To our south and west are plains. To the north, the landscape gets sparse and resembles a tundra biome. This is a map of what could piece together so far." General Zhukov felt that it was the best he could do without having access to more modern satellites.
"First contact with the natives of the new world was made in the plains to the east," sliding his finger on the southern regions of the map, "and our agents have located a city here."
Zhukov stopped at a point and marked it with a red X, "Colonel Marsh said they go by the name of the Duchy of Saxon and apparently they have made claims to all lands in this large area," he shaded. "They just feel too close to the Kremlin for my liking." Alice nodded in approval at the comment. They will sooner or later submit to the USSR's will. She thought.
"They've refused to open diplomatic channels with the USSR." Zhukov added.
"We have begun preparations to establish our first foothold in this world. We will recreate the Soviet Union in its full glory, starting with gunboat diplomacy." Alice gazed at the green pastures from the glass window inside the Military High Command HQ relocated to inside Podmoskovye. She hoped that the scientists and engineers have taken to the library to recreate science and technology from her old world. Even though flavour texts and magic could recreate its effects to a certain extent, the items created by magic are difficult to mass produce. She had always and is still a firm believer in the power of modern technology.
The old ways of the new world and YGGDRASIL will soon succumb to the brutal efficiency of modern technology, and she would like to spearhead this project to fruition. "Zhukov, do you believe in God?" Alice asked. Her encounter with a being that is similar or who is God had changed her perspective. Science and religion need not be mutually exclusive, thus she saw a path in combining the rational nature of science with the irrationality of magic to breathe life into this new world.
"Yes, I believe in God," Zhukov replied, "but I do not feel it is compatible with the ideology of the USSR."
"What if we made it compatible? As Agent Bond have gotten the chance to speak to some people, he noticed that amongst our denizens, what defines God is omnipotent strength."
"But strength is not everything Zhukov." Alice said.
"The desire of creating a being we look up to and aspire to achieve, an idea that is so alien to human nature that forces us to face the truth, and a being who we can ascribe the concept of perfection, a light that guides us and reassures us that there can indeed be harmony and symmetry in the living world." Zhukov looked confused. "Perhaps that is god."
"We shall raise our ideology to the status of God Zhukov. The Ideology of Science and Reason. The search for the truth will set humanity down a better path. We shall have no priests or religious missionaries or preachers of faith, but scientists and seekers of truth."
"We shall build a strong institution and bright and curious minds and let them shine. Let them shine so bright that the world realises that strength and might is nothing compared to the mind."
"Have a look at this Zhukov," Alice handed a parchment to the General, "do you know what this is?" Zhukov shook his head. "It's a Fusion Reactor Zhukov. Imagine my surprise when I was inspecting the research department when one of the scientists come running to me and claimed that they were might to recreate an actual fusion reactor with both science and magic combined. Can you imagine the potential applications it can be used for?" Alice cackled.
"Therefore, I would like to invite civilians the opportunity to be recruited to government positions. Who knows what kind of ideas each one might bring?" Alice claimed and jumped in excitement. The idea of designing an actual city with an actual populace seemed like a waste of space back then in the Deep Dive world of YGGDRASIL, but in this new world, it was a blessing in disguise.
"General Zhukov, is the red army ready for deployment?" the Tsaritsa asked.
"Yes, all forces are ready at the minute and awaiting orders." the general of the army replied.
"Good, let us meet the native inhabitants of this city on our terms." The Tsaritsa smiled. "Please recall the forward scouts back to the Kremlin."
Illa-Ville, Duchy of Saxon
The Duke of Saxon experienced terrible nightmares for the past week. Today, he woke up short of breath. Back then, he had tried summoning the local head bishop, but she was unable to find the root behind this. The head priest suspected it was a strong curse and to find the cure, he needed to travel to the holy church in the Knavensborn Empire. He had a family to take care of, he couldn't shirk his duty just because of this. Moreover, the 2 countries did not have the best of relations. He sighed and got up of the bed.
His daughter greeted him in the morning. How terrible it was he was unable to have a son, he thought, but he still loved his daughter a lot. He was growing old and his daughter was already in her early 20s, it was soon time for him to choose a partner. He couldn't think of anyone, perhaps a nobility in Athisia? He had to arrange a trip there soon, he thought.
There were reports that a string of murders was occurring in the city, with the perpetrator still undiscovered. The Duke did not want to leave the city before that was resolved, he thought, the citizens are already fearful that they might start a rebellion if they did not feel they were listened to. 'Why did his forefathers agree to leave the Knavensborn Empire in the first place when it was more comfortable there?' he grumbled to himself. He was stuck managing this meagre Duchy which felt more like a small demense than an actually a country when compared to the likes of the Knavensborn Empire.
After the breakfast, he went into his office. His servant, a demihuman, a fox-like maid, informed him about the activities which she had arranged for his daughter, "Lucretia had been talking about adventuring a lot nowadays. I had discouraged her from listening to the tales of the South, but she does not seem to listen to my words."
"There is nothing I could do that would change her mind, Lucretia is a stubborn girl, I'm sure this is only one of her phases when she gets interested in a new hobby," the Duke stated.
The duke's mansion was quite large, it could accommodate a lot of people. Back when it was part of the Knavensborn Empire, it was the fourth most prosperous territory in the empire, partly because of how connected it is to international trade. Today, he had a visitor from the Kingdom of Athisia.
"Greetings Duke Regio, I hope you are well, it's nice to see a familiar face again," a female shook his hands.
"The pleasure is mine, Baroness Celeste," he said.
"There is something I would like to discuss with you," She said, sitting down on the sofa, "in context of the strong bilateral trade agreements between the Kingdom of Athisia and the Duchy of Saxon, we would like you to join us in the condemnation of the Western Shogunate during the next International Gala. In addition to the kidnappings and of several Athisian nationality-holders without repercussions on the perpetrators, several allies have reported similar incidence of demihumans being targeted for the slavery trade in the Shogunate. We understand that the Duchy has nothing to do with this, but the kingdom of Athisia and our allies strongly believe it is time we stop this barbaric practice against 'our people'."
"Of course, anything for an ally," the Duke replied, "there's surely no end to human barbarism."
"Indeed Duke, indeed," the baroness said.
"It's been a while since I've met your lovely daughter, Lucretia, has she chosen a partner yet?"
"Haha, we're still in the process of finding one," the Duke replied embarrassed.
"I'm happy to introduce my second son, he has quite the personality, he's started up a merchant fleet and it's been quite successful. Youngsters nowadays are quite bold and daring I daresay, I feel both of them might get along," the baroness chuckled.
Lucretia Regina de Saxon was Duke Regio's only daughter, in a family of pureblood human heritage. She was dressed up in a pristine scarlet robe, in preparation for the Day of Ascension, a mass procession held in the Cathedral of Illa-Ville yearly to celebrate the descent of God's archangel in the mortal realm. It was a common tradition dating roots back to the founding of the Knavensborn Empire, marking the date when God's messenger arrived, bestowing gifts on the inhabitants of the world.
She looked across the duke's estate, in the middle of the town's plaza, where the town's residents have gathered in front of the Cathedral. She quickly spotted some of her friends amongst the people. As much as she wanted to say hi and wave, her duty comes first.
"Father! And Baroness Celeste, you're here too!" A warm curtsy towards the woman who had often visited Lucretia and her family as a bearer of good news from the Athisian Kingdom.
"Lucretia, you have grown a lot since the last time we met, beautifully if I might add." Lucretia blushed at this, looking down at what the baroness could be referring to.
"A compliment well placed. Baroness, I presume it's not your first time attending the Day of Ascension ceremony?"
"Not at all. I have oft travelled west, and I had the chance to witness such a procession in Vannensberg."
"Then you must have high expectations hahaha. This is nothing when compared to the likes of the massive parades they hold in Vannensberg, but regardless, you're welcome to join us Baroness." Duke Regio added.
"Happily." Replied the Baroness.
"Pardon me Duke, the captain of the Illa-Ville sentry watchtower would like to speak to you regarding an urgent matter. There's an army at the gates, requesting to talk to you."
"An army? Are they Knavenborns? Athisian? Or the Shogunate?" His tone turned grim at the mention of the last nation.
"It seems to be an unknown army of humans."
"Continue with the ceremony, I will be back." The Duke's voice trembled, implicitly knowing what the guard meant by that – the only human nation capable of gathering an army like that was the Western Shogunate. How did they even get as far as the Illes peninsula?
"Take me to the gates."
Taking deep breaths, she prepared herself for the speech during the ceremony.
"Do not worry, Lucretia, your father is strong."
Outskirts of Illa-Ville, New World
Punitto Moe sat inside an IS-3 tank looking out at the small porthole with her binoculars. On the walls, the town guards were uneasy and running about trying their best to achieve some sense of normalcy. A horse carrying a passenger man rode out of the gate towards the direction of her army. A messenger perhaps.
Unlike Momonga, Punitto did not have any spells to improve her hearing range or eavesdrop on other individuals. Instead, there was the commander perk of being able to hear the thought processes of her subordinates. She focused onto the soldier who was approached by the duchy's messenger.
"The Duke of Saxon would like to know the intentions of the army which has stepped foot into the Duchy's lands. Your answer will decide the duchy's next actions." The messenger unfurled the scroll, reading it. I see, they're playing it safe, meaning either they're a weak nation or a sleeping giant that should not be provoked.
"We are here to reclaim back the land that is rightfully ours, by the order of the Tsaritsa." The soldier spoke proudly. What the heck is this soldier talking about?
"I see, that is unfortunate. The Duchy has no option but to declare war." Of course, this had to escalate.
"Silence!" Just as the soldiers were about to create a rallying war cry and rush to battle, Punitto Moe, as Tsaritsa, stepped out of the tank and landing on her feet, phased instantaneously towards the frontline where the conversation was taking place.
"I am the leader of this army and I have commanded my subordinates to stand down. We have sent an emissary from our nation to yours, but your people have rudely turned us down. Care to explain?"
"I have not heard of such a diplomatic entourage."
"I see, in that case, I wish to talk with your leader."
"Barbarians?" Punitto clenched her fist. This speech reminded Punitto of the interactions between the nomadic tribes and imperial China in ancient history, where the USSR was the nomadic tribes. "We are more developed than you assume."
"No offense, but this is how the world works." The Duke crossed his arms. The pair of leaders sat down in the Duke's living room.
Never had Punitto had to explain herself towards others. She knew she grew up in a privileged background, and overt racism was something that Punitto had never experienced before.
"Still, I'm glad that we're able to reach a favourable conclusion. In exchange for this plot of land, the USSR will help defend the Duchy of Saxon's borders from barbarians." Punitto smiled. "The deal is thus concluded."
"Deal? There will be no deal. My liege, as you requested, I will finish off this barbarian." Before knight was able to unsheathe his sword, Punitto cast a spell.
[Maximise Magic: Liquefactive Necrosis]
The knight's body exploded, sending blood, solid streaks of fat and organ tissues splattering all over.
"Guards help!" the Duke shouted. "Kill the barbarian!"
"How unfortunate that things have to be this way. I only wanted my nation to prosper. If war is what you desire, then so be it." Punitto rationally thought about the scenario multiple times, and the outcome was the same. The best outcome was if the Duchy of Saxon was destroyed altogether, eliminating the possibility of a future rebellion.
Punitto needed legitimacy for her nation, and the destruction of the Duchy of Saxon would be the first stepping stone.
There would be no casus belli for this war. In the face of international diplomacy, it will be difficult to develop future relations with other countries if any news of this atrocity was leaked out. However, if all evidence were to be eliminated, it would be a different story. That was the idea of the fog of war. This was assuming there was no long-range communication via [Message]. And due to that, the attack was to be initiated as soon as possible.
[Command: Fire For Effect]
"Idiots." tears ran down her eyes, first left, then right, as she reflected the many innocents that would be slaughtered for the Duke's stupidity. She teleported out of the base just as the first bass note sounded, signalling the beginning of the artillery bombardment.
"What-t is this?" a cult member of Zurrernorn fell backwards, his eyes filled with terror as the blast that rocked the city of Illa-Ville was strong enough to push him backwards. Streaks of light formed arcs that launched up to the sky like meteors before falling down upon houses, streets, walls, and everything in the vicinity. It would stop for a second, before the drums sounded again and the meteors rained down upon the wreckage of Illa-Ville.
"Everything we worked for, gone in a single day."
"My brother, he's in the city!"
"Leave him! There's nothing we can do."
The shrills of scream of the people in the city sent chills down their spine. The thousands of men and women trapped in the city was being pounded by the meteors without remorse.
They were standing in a forested hill overlooking the city.
"Are you seeing this, master Damien?" the cult member turned towards a man wearing a fedora and a black robe. He had the sharp teeth of a vampire. The sound of the artillery shelling the city only momentarily paused. The silence was followed by muffled cries before the shelling started again.
"Terrifying. At this rate, not even their bodies will remain." Damien snarled. "A new enemy is the last thing we need. We shall teach them the price of interfering with our business."
Lucretia felt heaviness in her body. Her head was ringing. She opened her mouth but was unable to speak. The taste of dust in her mouth was overwhelming. She was finding it difficult to breathe. With each inspiration, she felt a deep sharp pain on the right side of her rib cage.
Then, slowly came the taste of blood in her gum. The pain all over her body was overwhelming. It felt like every inch of her skin had been peeled off.
She was unable to feel her hands, but some sensation returned on her feet. Grunting, Lucretia tried pushing herself up, heaving on the count of 3. She screamed and pulled herself up. 3, 2, 1. There was a weird sensation of locking in her neck, and suddenly, she was unable to breathe. Horrified, she tried to force her hands, her legs, her shoulders, but nothing was moving.
She had no mouth, and she must scream. Silently, under the rubble, Lucretia lost consciousness.
[Recommended Music: Подмоско́вные вечера́ (Moscow Nights) 1956]
"Why am I so scared right now?" Punitto Moe's feet trembled as she approached what was once a cathedral.
The clouds were coated in grey, and the air was speckled with flakes of ashes which the wind blew westwards. The scent of soot and decaying bodies hit Punitto's olfactory receptors rather hard, as she stared at the charred body of another victim of the heavy shelling of what once was a beautiful city.
She walked up the stairs to the cathedral. She took out her ceremonial longsword and stabbed a rat that was running through the rubbles. The blasts exposed the sewers that ran beneath the town, leaving behind a horrible stench in some areas.
Not all the victims were humans. She noticed the bodies of demihumans nearby, a lot of them wearing rather decent clothings. This indicated that the town was quite diverse in its demographics.
The dim glow of sun was setting in the horizon, and the curtain of night fell onto what was once the town of Illa-Ville. Acid golems roamed the wreckage, dissolving bones, limestone, and concrete.
"Death always comes hand-in-hand with war. Victory only comes at the destruction of the other. I think you made the best choice you could given the circumstances." Zhukov said, setting the conversation into a deep silence, as both walked without speaking for minutes in the ruins.
"There's quite a number of undead spawning in this area as we speak, such as that Dullahan over there." Punitto Moe finally straightened up. "We want them to stay dead."
"Of course, Tsaritsa. I could allocate some forces away from cleanup to dealing with the supernatural enemies."
"There's no need, Zhukov. I have called upon the White Army." Punitto Moe added. "Unconventional enemies call for a more elite force."
"T-the White Army?" Zhukov stuttered, his face pale.
"Yes, I have called on Admiral Kolchak."
Admiral Kolchak and his regiment of Cossacks made their way on horseback under the moonlight, towards the direction of their Tsaritsa. Holding a whip in one hand with the other hand on the saddle, each Cossack posses a unique weapon designated by their Tsaritsa. In contrast to the decorative rifles of the conventional red army, theirs were more practically designed.
The life of a White Army Cossack is not an easy one. Wherever the Tsaritsa was, they shall go to the ends of the world to pursue that goal. Death, pain, and suffering is secondary to the objective. Their life, their entire existence, belongs to the Imperial Family.
Minutes after, the ruined city of Illa-Ville was finally in sight.
"In the name of God, what happened here." A Cossack commented.
"Everything is destroyed or dead here. It's like standing in a mass graveyard." Another commented.
"The Tsaritsa wills it, so it must be (for a righteous cause)." Admiral Kolchak firmly stated, leaving no room for dissident. "But each and every one of you are right, I have not seen anything like this since the Battle of Tsaritsyn."
"How many casualties did we suffer?" the youngest asked.
"Zero." The Tsaritsa suddenly appeared in front of them, shocking even the steeds.
"My Tsaritsa." The Cossacks all dismounted, kneeling in front of their liege at the first instance.
"Admiral Kolchak, Cossacks, you may rise."
"As you are all aware, we have just won a decisive victory. The cost of victory has been largely borne by the enemy. They attempted to assassinate me in the middle of negotiation, and as such, the punishment had been justly proportional to the severity of their crime."
Instead of pity, their eyes burned with hatred and anger upon hearing the news. Contrast their reactions with General Zhukov's and it was clear to Punitto Moe that the Red Army and White Army should be utilised in different manners. When it comes to administrative tasks, emotions are a hinderance and she would prefer to let General Zhukov deal with this. On the other hand, it was better to delegate routine guard duty towards the White Army, due to their excessive zealousness to their task.
"I have called upon the White Army today to undertake an important assignment. First, there must have been enemies or stragglers who have witnessed or escaped the bombardment unnoticed. I want you to track them down and eliminate them, regardless of who they are. Anyone living within 10 miles radius of this town must be executed."
"Second, I want a smaller task force to deal with troublesome undead which have spawned in this area. You will have the Red Army to support you, and if things look serious, the Archbishop is also here to help."
"I want the executions to be as quick as possible. Note down the locations of their bodies, and I will let the Red Army take care of them afterwards."
wHY dID yOu dO iT?
KiLL thOuSAnDS oF iNNoCeNtS?
wHy aLicE, WHY?!
Alice woke up gasping for breath.
She sat down in front of the mirror, tears streaming down her mascara. The image of Suzuki Satoru smiling appeared behind her back.
"Suzuki…" She softly spoke, reaching out to his image.
Slowly the figure morphed into a lifeless skeleton, with an evil grin, laughing and mocking her.
Suzuki is dead. I am but Ainz Ooal Gown.
"No…" the image of Suzuki slowly turned around and walked away from her. "Come back…"
Author Notes: Thanks for everyone who supported my story from the beginning & folks in the discord server.
Not really proud about the length of this chapter, but really starting to build up the ideas I have regarding shipping OC Punitto + Ainz together. Thanks dpsn777
CZ2128DDelta :)