Sitting in the meeting room, looking over maps and detailed notes, Momonga turned towards Luci-Fer and Tabula Smaragdina. Once again the two of them were arguing about the correct way to approach the current resource issue Nazarick was suffering from.
"Now now, I know you're both passionate about this but that's no reason to attack each other." Glancing towards Whitebrim and Bellriver, both of which were paying attention to other things on their screens, he let out a tired sigh. "Luci-Fer, we already agreed on a vote for where the new resources would go. You'll have to wait for more rare metals after we've completed Tabula-san's objective."
Sitting back in his chair Luci-Fer grumbled to himself in what appeared to be a sullen pout while Tabula sent Momonga a smiley.
Some days he wondered why he had agreed to be the Guildmaster if this was the kind of problem he had to contend with daily. Then he'd remember how great it felt to have his friends trust his judgment and rely on him and all would be forgiven.
"I think we should attack in a staggered fashion. That way the enemy won't anticipate a second wave and will be caught off guard. Even better if we can trap part of the field here and here then lure them into an ambush early on." Tabula looked between them as locations lit up on the map.
As Momonga was examining the locations and trying to put together the plan in his mind Whitebrim suddenly shot up from his seat yelling, "are you kidding me!? Again!?"
"What happened?" Getting up from his own seat Bellriver looked over their guildmate's shoulder to see the screen. "Oh… wow. Momonga, you should see this! Turn on the Daily Event news feed, it's on the Álfheim channel."
Grumbling about their planning being interrupted he did as Bellriver said and tuned in to the channel.
"I'm standing here with the semi-professional designer, Miss Tsuki-no-Uranaishi! How does it feel to have won first place in the Devs latest design competition?" A beautiful human was standing next to a diminutive elven woman with scarlet hair and pink eyes. It was a rare enough variant that he actually didn't recognize it immediately.
But he recognized the name.
This was the woman Whitebrim had a rivalry with. Their 'discussions' in the forums were so heated that they were basically a sporting match for those watching.
"It feels pretty amazing, I must say." Unsurprisingly her voice matched her avatar well. "I can't tell you how surprised I was when I learned what the first place prize was. But I'm very happy with him!" She motioned towards a figure standing stiffly nearby.
It was a larger than average humanoid male with black hair and blue eyes, wearing an amazing set of armor. Not that he'd ever call it that around Whitebrm, of course, since Tsuki-no-Uranaishi was his 'sworn enemy' and all.
A month later the entirety of Ainz Ooal Gown would have the face of that NPC seared into their psyche. After all, it wasn't every day that their advanced party was completely wiped out, with barely a chance to fight back.