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Chapter 55

The citizens of the capital city Arwintar, of the Baharuth Empire, held their breath as a large convoy of monsters, demons, and creatures from their deepest nightmares came across their sights. Yet, there were also many beautiful specimens of grace and beauty. Angels and graceful other beings walked before them, protecting the large golden carriage with vehemence. All those strange and bizarre creatures walked without looking at those mortal flesh bags; their only objective was to watch their god, the one who stood above all—the supreme being. The leader and guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown, Galadriel Melkor.

The ancient being whose sole name brought shivers or joy to anyone who heard it. Her figure was considered to be just that, a myth, an old tale of a figure that never truly existed and was just a tale. But not anymore, and her presence in the world has changed everything. Still, it was yet to know if it was for good or bad. Only time will tell.

Galadriel sat inside the luxurious carriage, looking at the street and the people outside, and hummed deeply.

"They aren't afraid," Galadriel noted as she saw the people's reaction. "It seems the curiosity is bigger than fear. They all wanted to see it. Everyone who wasn't there on the battlefield doesn't know the horrors I can bring."

Galadriel whispered to herself, preparing her mind to act like an ancient being. Galadriel needed to behave like that to give the aura of an old, knowing-all goddess. Not something hard to do, if she was honest. Galadriel has been practicing for quite a long time now. But still, she's a bit anxious to meet an actual emperor.

I must make sure to give quite a good impression. Galadriel thought deeply. She had heard that Emperor Jircniv was quite a patient and intellectual man, a master of politics and ruthless when it came down to putting his foot down. It wasn't as if she was afraid of him. No, it was mostly her trying to make sure to learn how to behave like an empress. Since she was going to create her own empire, she could use tips from an actual ruler. As well, Galadriel wanted to learn how to deal with nobility and know how to intimidate them with just words. To learn how to play the game of politics and geopolitics without requiring to use her power. Galadriel wanted to learn more and be capable of facing whatever challenge. After all, only a fool would use brute force at every turn. One must learn to adapt, solve problems with their mind, and understand their surroundings.

That's why Galadriel wanted to learn how to act and behave like an actual ruler of a nation.

I am excited to be able to act like and be treated like royalty. Galadriel thought smugly. She wanted to know how different it would feel and how those humans would treat her. Nazarick worshipped the ground she walked on, so it would be a breath of fresh air to see those humans trying to do the same.

It would be the first time the Supreme One made a public appearance since the massacre of the Katze Plains. And since the takeover of the city of E-Rantel as the capital of the new nation created by her. A country that was shrouded in mystery and darkness and blood. Yet, there wasn't a name for it, not for the meantime. Neither a flag nor anything of sorts. Since Galadriel wanted to make sure the name reflected the guild and her power and that she was an empress. But Galadriel was a bad naming thing. Incredibly horrible at it.

I want a good name, an incredible and glorious one! Galadriel smirked, but a the same time, she cringed. I am just not going to be the one naming it. The name I thought was horrendous.

Galadriel understood better than anyone that she had no imagination when it came down to naming things. So, hopefully, the guardians would come up with a decent name.

"My lady, what are you thinking?" Galadriel then looked at Albedo and smiled at the beautiful succubus.

"Just letting my mind fly for a while. Thinking of the names of my empire, its future, that's all."

Albedo chuckled softly. "A vision of what's to come?" Albedo said, gently caressing her beloved lady's hand. Galadriel smiled as she kissed Albedo's cheeks and neck, soft kisses to show how far their relationship had advanced. Albedo simply replied kindly, nibbling Galadriel's earlobe softly and kissing her.

"Of the future your dream of?" Albedo added gently as Galadriel nodded.

"Sort of," Galadriel replied, glancing at the people on the street, some fearful, others curious, and others not knowing what to say or think. "It has to be more than just a name. A future word that would represent my rule."

"We have some ideas already. I am sure you'll love them," Albedo said. "Names and ideas of what the empire should become."

"I want an empire that lasts an eternity.

"I'd like to hear them once we are back at Yggdrasil. But for now, let's focus on the task at hand."

Galadriel then saw the imperial palace and hummed deeply. "I need to make sure the palace of E-Rantel becomes greater. It's way too small and not up to my stature."

Albedo nodded fervently, already knowing that the palace of the supreme one must be up to the task. "It has to represent your power and glory. Demiurge, Pandora's Actor, and I are working on a design."

"I am sure you three will do a great job."

The carriage got closer to the palace entrance, and Albedo's gaze became colder as she saw the Emperor.

"He's there," Albedo scoffed.

"Mmhm, why that reaction?" Galadriel asked, a bit amused by Albedo's reaction.

"He will try to outplay us," Albedo stated angrily at the fact that such a low life would dare to try to play them. How dare he? Galadriel hummed, remembering the information Demiurge brought in about the Emperor. The young Emperor would try to play it safe from the outside. Yet, he would try to learn more about her and the power she held. To see if Galadriel has any weakness that he could exploit. Maybe, Jircniv would even try to make himself a close adviser to her and show how the Baharuth Empire could be a potential ally. No one could blame the Emperor for playing many hands. The fate of his empire and life depended on it. However, Galadriel had her own plan's for him.

Jircniv may be smart and quite cunning. But he was against beings crafted to be on another level. He was destined to fail from the start, and Galadriel would destroy him slowly.

"Don't worry, Albedo. He is but a mortal man. Nothing more."

Galadriel stated, smiling as the carriage stopped on its track.

"And we are more."

Albedo looked at her lady proudly and chuckled. "That's what we are."

"Let's show how far below he is, just like everyone."

"Gladly."

Emperor Jircniv waited anxiously for the arrival of the Ancient One. Truth be told, he expected it to be a lied still. A bad joke and nothing more, but as much as he wished to be that. The reality was setting in, and the horrible truth showed its teeth to him. A living god was walking among them, touching the same earth and breathing the same air. A legendary name of both incredible power and might was before them. And it terrified him and put him on edge because he needed to figure out what to expect.

Jircniv has dealt with arrogant nobles before. He knew how to treat them, how to control them, or in some cases, eliminate them. Jircniv has also dealt with strong adversaries, smart and cunning, but he has bested them time and time again. And with his loyal guard, the four imperial knights, at his side. Jircniv was confident he was protected against any foolish foe who dared to attack him. However, this time was different. Now, Jirciniv wasn't facing a simpleton lord who wished to bite a bit of power or an assassin waiting to strike.

No, Jircniv was now facing something beyond that, and for the first time in his life. He was afraid.

"Your majesty, here they come," Baziwood Peshmel stated as he stared at the many monsters arriving at the courtyard, filling it with their horrendous aura. He gulped as he made sure to keep his weapon at hand.

"What kind of creatures are those?" Leinas Rockbruise whispered.

"I don't know. These aren't like any monsters I have seen," Nazami Enec replied nervously, looking at those things. Those demons, whatever they were.

Those creatures carried themselves with pride and arrogance as if they were the most dangerous thing, which was mostly true. They were summoned by Galadriel, Demiurge, and Albedo. Demons made the main force of Galadriel's personal guard. Demiurge wanted to give her his guard, but Galadriel told him it wasn't necessary. After all, they needed to hide some of their agents' identities for future projects. Besides, Galadriel wanted to use a few of her own spells. So, she got a few Elemental Demons, Imps, Howlers, inferior demons, some Hood Demons, and others. Truthfully, she wanted to see how many she could summon and how long they would last. Normally, the ones she called would disappear. It may take longer than in Yggdrasil, but they would do so. Still, Galadriel was experimenting with it. She wanted to see how she could make them endless. One of her underlings, Elder Linch, could make permanent undead by using dead bodies. So, perhaps she could find a way to do the same.

However, Galadriel was currently using Cash items to get a few powerful minions at her side. She used very special Cash Items, quite thematic as well as expensive.

Ridiculously expensive. Yggdrasil's gacha system was rigged. Galadriel hated it but wasted much money there to get unique cash items. One of her guards there was a Baphomet, a Lord of the Beast and creator of Minotaurs. Lore wise. A massive crowned bull with large horns, large nasty teeth, and wielding a powerful ax in one hand and a war hammer in the other. A level 83 monstrosity.

A Pain Devil was another of her guards, a demon wearing a dress made of timber and metal. A moving statue with flesh and a skull crafted to be horrific and evil-like. It had three faces and four arms and seemed to twitch at every turn. A strange creature who giggled at every step. A twisted maiden of pain and brutal nature. A horrific sight for any human or animal not used to Nazarick shenanigans. And a level 81 demon.

A Balor Demon, the classic demon lord, was also known everywhere. A power one with large reddish wings, black horns, and yellow eyes. A cliche demon but a classic one nonetheless. And the most powerful of Galadriel's minions. At level 89. Not as powerful as the Raid Boss version of Yggdrasil since this was what Galadriel called mini-version. But it was still a Balor Demon.

And for giggles, Galadriel has a group of Angels of Grace of level 56, led by a Guardian Angel of level 82. All were glorious and beautiful. Long golden hair, with gorgeous hazel eyes. Androgynous angels of untold graces. They truly bring the attention of everyone. Since they weren't at all like their counterparts. Demons and Angels are all serving the Ancient One to prove a point that she held everyone under her control.

Also, for some reason, Cash item summons seemed to last forever until something killed them, which was quite interesting to see.

Galadriel wanted to make a point there. She had all kinds of servants of all sizes, either evil or graceful. She controlled them all.

And it worked since Jircniv didn't truly know what to think of it.

"Gramps, what can I do?" Jircniv asked his old mentor urgently, hoping the so-called Strongest Wizard would tell him anything. But, nothing came as Fluder Paradyne stared, stunned by what he was watching. Jircniv could even witness an expression he had never seen from the man he considered his father.

"I can't believe it...!" Fluder exclaimed. "It was true!"

Jircniv frowned quickly at those words, but he had no time to ask for more since the golden carriage carrying the Ancient One suddenly opened. Then, a woman of incredible beauty emerged. It was Albedo, the now-named Prime Minister of the new empire of the Ancient One.

Albedo approached Emperor Jircniv with a stoic yet calm face. "Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix. I am Albedo, prime minister of your majesty, the Supreme being and Empress, Galadriel Melkor," Albedo stated the titles without difficulty and held a smile of pride at the name of her beloved lady.

Jircniv quickly replied with a small and gentle bow. "I welcome you, my honorable prime minister. I wasn't prepared for such grace and elegance."

Jircniv said, trying to get some points by praising Albedo, but the succubus stared back at him. Not even amused by his words.

"I thank you," Albedo only replied. "Now, please, let me introduce you to my lady and supreme one."

Albedo swiftly offered her hand to her beloved one, and slowly, Galadriel's hand was visible to everyone there. A delicate one with rings of different shapes and ornaments. All the creatures, demons, monsters, and angels knelt immediately as the Ancient One's foot touched the ground. For the humans there, it was the first time they had witnessed a living god, and the appearance didn't disappoint. Galadriel decided to use the most elegant, royal-like gown she had. One that would surely make sure to let everyone know she was above them. But Galadriel also wanted to show a calm demeanor, a pacific self.

One must be capable of showing the power to destroy everyone and capable of being trusted and admired. That was what Galadriel was aiming for.

Slowly, her golden eyes stared directly in Jircniv's direction as the Emperor almost forgot his initial plan. He shook his head off and focused on the task at hand.

"Welcome to the Baharuth Empire," Jircniv didn't bow but knelt as well. It was an action that made some of his followers frown, but it didn't take long enough for them to follow his movements.

"We are glad to have been gracious with your arrival, magnificence, supreme one, and majesty, Galadriel Melkor."

Jircniv stated, and Galadriel just stood there, wondering what to think of what the Emperor called her. It was quite a mouthful.

"Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix," Galadriel has been practicing her ancient goddess voice for a long time. Mostly during her baths. So, she now has a good grasp of how to sound godly.

"The first human ruler who has bothered to seek for me. One among many," Galadriel said, analyzing the Emperor's behavior. "Does your invitation have a reason behind it? Was it pure morbid curiosity? Or fear being next to those who will stand against me? I can only wonder."

Galadriel asked directly; she had a good idea of the Emperor's behavior and motives, but she also wanted to see what type of person he was. As well as to see how he replies as a ruler himself.

Jircniv thought on the word and knew right then and there. That the Ancient One was testing him. Well, I am not going to simply roll over and die. I'll show you that in a battle of words, of wits. I can defend myself. Jircniv stated mentally, preparing himself for a verbal confrontation.

"Fear is normal, your grand majesty, ruler of all. It's not every day to stand before the one who crafted every river and mountain my eyes lay on. I am afraid, very afraid. But, regardless of my own fears. I must do my duty as an emperor, from one ruler to another ruler, to welcome you and hope for a bright future for our nations."

Galadriel nodded while very surprised by the Emperor's words. She has to learn that too.

Jircniv chose his words carefully. Not only was he praising Galadriel's power, but he was also showing respect. Still, those words shouldn't be taken too seriously. No, at all, since Jircniv wanted to see the reaction of Galadriel to such praise. If the Ancient One had a big ego, he could exploit it somehow. Kings, queens, nobles, and thieves, all of who had enormous egos, could fall. It would be only a matter of time.

Would the goddess responsible for creating everything be one of them? Jircniv could only dream.

However, Galadriel wasn't just a foolish person to fall for that. No, Galadriel knows about what Jircniv wanted to do. She worked for a big corporation and dealt with the financial world's fat cats. The 1% of the world who suck on it, like a desperate child looking for his mother's milk. She knew how to deal with them because she was a victim of their ego. Galadriel was forced to attend their parties and deal with their arrogance and pride when she was a frail, weak human. And while she suffered at their hand, she learned how to deal with them.

To praise the ground their walk on and to consider the air they breathe as solid gold. That's why Galadriel saw the meaning behind those honey words coming from the Emperor.

And she would not fall for that.

"A sound mind you carry, young Emperor. Filled with experience and wisdom. With any hope, you won't be the last one to welcome me with grace."

Galadriel practically threw a reverse Uno card on him, and now Jircniv was thinking furiously about what to say.

"I do hope so as well, your majesty," Jircniv said, still deciding what kind of title to use when talking to Galadriel. "Dead, war, and chaos serve no purpose for a bright future."

Jircniv then stood up and smiled. "But we can talk more about it during dinner. Please, follow me."

Galadriel nodded as she followed the Emperor.

There was a large table filled with the most delicious food in the empire. Jircniv wanted to make a statement about the riches and influence he had under his sleeves. Perhaps he wanted to showcase that he could be a fruitful ally or a powerful adversary. Or maybe, it was the first one. Truth be told, fighting a goddess wasn't on Jircniv's bucket list. His main goal was to procure the empire's future and survival. That was all he wanted to do.

"I do hope lady Albedo and your holiness enjoys the empire's cuisine," Jircniv stated happily.

Albedo and Galadriel doubt such a statement since nothing could compare the Nazarick's food. Not at all. Still, Galadriel loving to eat, would judge it accordingly. However, as much as it pains her. Galadriel wasn't there to eat food.

"You have taken such effort in this dinner, emperor Jircniv. Is this how you treat all your guests?" Galadriel inquired softly as her golden eyes stared deeply into Jircniv's amethysts.

The Emperor chuckled. "Of course not!" He exclaimed.

"The nobles here aren't even close to touching your shadow, your magnificence."

Magnificence? He's throwing every name under the sun and seeing if it sticks. Galadriel thought amusingly.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed, your splendor."

Okay, this is getting quite cringy.

"Please, just call me your majesty. Those titles are meaningless the more you use them."

"I thank you for it. I was worried about disrespecting your presence by using a basic one."

Jircniv stated with a genuine sigh of relief. However, he was now happy to lay the groundwork for understanding better the being before him. Now that it was Galadriel the one, setting the labels and how she wanted to be addressed. It allowed Jircniv to move his attention to those small details. And Galadriel could already sense that his eyes were focusing on how she ate and moved around. Smart.

"If I could ask, your majesty, I noticed the closeness between you and your prime minister," Jircniv stated, watching Albedo closely. The succubus had to give him credit for noticing such a thing with one simple look. It was clear that he had a nag for that sort of thing.

"You noticed?" Albedo replied, smiling. "Such a keen eye you have, emperor Jircniv."

"Only for fine things, my lady. I mean no disrespect toward either of you. Of that, I swear on my life."

Galadriel raised an eyebrow before smiling at him. "Albedo is my right hand and is my wife."

Galadriel stated, surprising Jircniv, who was a bit stunned by such declaration and boldness coming from Galadriel. Of course, he didn't notice Albedo breaking the fork with her hand, crushing it easily as she hid her utter shock and happiness with a polite smile. But if one were to take a closer look. One could see her wings shaking rapidly. It took all of Albedo's willpower to avoid jumping towards her beloved one and taking her there in front of Jircniv.

"Does it disgust you?"

Jircniv quickly gathered his wits again and shook his head. "Not at all, your majesty. Surprise, only that. I thought the topic of... marriage was above you. That a god just like yourself would marry. It's... unconventional and unexpected."

Galadriel hummed deeply. "Understandable. But should a living, breathing soul refuse the joys of life, of existence? Would you like for me to be cold and distant? To see life as nothing but a cosmic mishap? To squash all of you when I get bored?"

Jircniv needed to figure out how to reply to such questioning. The reality was that he didn't know what to say.

"No, emperor Jircniv. The reality is that I love Albedo. I love life and everything about it. The sensation of wind touching your skin on a sunny day. The mouthwatering food that fills you when you're hungry. Or the touches of your lover when you make love to them. It may sound strange to you. But for me, living makes things glorious, bringing all to life. It is what keeps things going to a bright future. Does it make you uncomfortable?"

Galadriel asked Jircniv, who seemed deep in thought.

"Gods normally seem so far away from us. Like statues that only look down upon me. It's hard for me to reply to such questioning."

Jircniv answered truthfully, to which Galadriel smiled.

"Gods are beings who demand of you great things. Your soul, your life, and your existence as a whole. They are distant; they only take. But the good thing is that I am not a god. My name, my being, is beyond that. I am a supreme being. I relish life and see its usefulness and the opportunities in each of you. But sometimes, a bit of strength is necessary to solve a problem."

Galadriel's voice echoed across the room, bringing shivering to all of them.

"The Re-Estize Kingdom may not fully agree with you, your majesty," Jircniv stated, carefully using his words. But Galadriel chuckled.

"A nasty business, one that could have been solved without bloodshed. Yet, I offer before I take. The Re-Estize Kingdom is a fallen kingdom. There was nothing for me to offer to them. Truly, I doubt they would have even believed it was me."

"Offer?" Jircniv asked, a bit confused. "What would you have offered to them? May I ask?"

"Peace, prosperity, and a future. But human stupidity is one of the few things I cannot control. It is beyond me," Galadriel replied, entertained.

"I see," Jircniv stated. "A nasty business."

"I thought that if I were to show a bit of muscle, as you humans would say. Things would change, and chaos could be eluded. But, many wish for war. The Re-Estize Kingdom is one filled with corruption. And I have deemed their existence cancer that I must destroy."

"What does it mean, your majesty?" Jircniv asked nervously.

"As I say, I offer before I take. God will gaslight you before taking from you. I will not," Galadriel declared with a serious voice. "The Re-Estize Kingdom has many sins on their shoulder. Slavery, corruption, and bigotry, among many others. I see their existence as an insult to mine."

Jircniv froze at the statement, and he could see from the look in Galadriel's eyes that she was serious about it. No good at all. Jircniv, from this conversation, could see that Galadriel Melkor wasn't a simple-minded person. No, she understood humanity. She loves, feels, and comprehends what makes life so beautiful. And while it calmed him knowing that even she could be emotional. It also makes him feel afraid of her. Because it's because Galadriel could think like them, she could also destroy like them. Perhaps even more.

Galadriel Melkor was a Supreme Being who was something above a god. There weren't rules or holy decrees that she must follow. Nothing but what she deemed necessary. And that was scary for Jircniv.

At least if he were against a God. It would be easier.

A god could be arrogant and see humans as nothing but worms under his feet. He would be such detached from us that it would make sense for him to behave like that. But what to do against someone who understood humanity? That feels, and dream about a bright future? Whose power is so great that it puts gods to shame?

Jircniv wasn't sure of what to say, even if he were to say anything. He doubted it would change Galadriel's mind.

"And what can the Baharuth Empire do to aid you?" Jircniv asked, knowing full well that if it came to the point where Ancient One decided to see the Baharuth Empire as another cancer to clean from the world. They would stand no chance against her. Also, Jircniv knew that, currently, they were alone.

The Slane Theocracy was fighting itself, and while their borders were closed down. Jircniv knew that it was mostly civil war. So, no help from them at all. The Roble Holy Kingdom was fighting the demi-humans, was deeply devoted to the Ancient One, and had their own religion surrounding Galadriel Melkor. Jircniv doubted they would help him at all. The Dragon Kingdom was barely a kingdom and was on the edge of annihilation.

The Elf country? Jircniv thought before dismissing them. No help from them. The Argland Council state? Again, not impossible. But those dragon lords were in their own little world. Jircniv decided to quickly put himself in a position where he would not die, or his empire would be destroyed by siding with another nation.

It may look like surrendering, but at least he would not die. Time, that's all Jircniv wishes. Time to think about what he could do, if any. Truly, it wasn't as if he could defeat the Ancient One. No, it was more of him trying to give the Baharuth Empire the edge against other nations. Because he knew that soon enough, the world would be conquered by the Ancient One, which he was sure would happen. But who would be left standing, and who would not, that was yet to be seen.

"Nothing," Galadriel replied, surprising Jircniv. "There's nothing the Baharuth empire could do to aid me, for I need no help. However, I came here for more than just a dinner talk. And I know you're aware of that."

Jircniv could see it coming. "You offer before you take." He said, and with that in mind, Jircniv smiled, knowing that his little talk war was over. In fact, Jircniv never thought he had any opportunity to do anything. The entire situation was sad but humorous.

I never had a chance, to begin with. Why did I even bother?

"I do hope you show us your mercy," Jircniv stated, although he sounded slightly unfortunate.

"Worry do not, for I am benevolent to those who deserve it."

Galadriel smiled, but she was thankful the night was going according to plan. Since just like Demiurge predicted. The Emperor would not dare to go against her and surrender peacefully and secure his position on her future. Galadriel wondered what else she could do.

There was much to do, and Galadriel was thankful that the Baharuth empire would be one less problem. She still wanted to clean the house there.

Yuri, and Rubedo, I hope you're both doing great currently.

Galadriel thought, hoping her worries would amount to nothing. There was a lot to do still. And one of those Lupusregina, Narberal, and Pandora's Actor other mission. One that would allow them to sneak into the Dragon Lords' city. And when they do and investigate more of their defenses, and how many of them were there. Galadriel would make sure to leave no trace of them in the world.

Argland State would be no more. And those Dragon Lords would cease to exist, and that was her true goal. The Re-Estize Kingdom, and the Baharuth Empire, were all nothing but simple side quests of hers.

Soon all will change.

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