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Chapter 7
Galadriel hummed softly while caressing Ainz's fur, currently. The oldest daughter of the Stark family was in her office, reading her many reports doing what she does best. Managing a company's financial development. Of course, Galadriel wasn't in control of a company but a kingdom. The many investments she has made across the North and Braavos. The never-ending statements from the North's economic output and population growth. Everything has to be taken care of without a doubt. Galadriel was the type who would instead do everything herself before trusting someone else with such an important task.
That wasn't necessarily a good thing. But, Galadriel could be a stubborn woman, especially regarding how she does things. Nevertheless, a woman like her does lose herself in the moment. Galadriel could spend hours upon hours just working. That's why it was needed for someone to stop her, and that person was just arriving at Galadriel's office.
"Galadriel, are you busy?" Lyarra asked softly. Galadriel only hummed, not paying attention to her mother entering the room. Lady Stark frowned, looking at her oldest daughter, lost in thought.
"Galadriel, I am talking to you," Lyarra exclaimed with a louder voice, making Galadriel snap back to reality.
"Oh, mother, I didn't see you," Galadriel responded nervously, noticing the serious face of her beloved mother. "I wasn't paying attention."
Lyarra rolled her eyes at her daughter. She sighed while finding a place to sit down. Ainz, the Direwolf, approached Lyarra and slightly nudged her hand. Lyarra smiled as she petted the giant wolf.
"Ainz look bored. You should take him out," Lyarra said. "He's spent most of his time eating and sleeping."
"Yeah, he's getting fat," Galadriel whispered, earning a whine from her Direwolf. "I'll try to take him out more often."
"You should," Lyarra replied, but after a few seconds. Galadriel noticed a troubled face on her mother and couldn't help but wonder why that was.
"Mother, is there a problem?" Galadriel asked gently, wondering what was going on with her mother. "You seem on edge."
"Well, my dear, it's because I am on edge," Lyarra exclaimed, sighing with fatigue in her voice. "I am so worried for you." Lyarra stared at her daughter, not knowing how to express her discomfort. The Stark lady was distraught with the way her daughter was unseemly behaving. Even if Lyarra knew Galadriel wasn't doing it on purpose, everyone could see it for what it was, a courting. But it wasn't just a courting between a lady and a lord. No, it was more than just that.
The crown prince had eyes set on Galadriel, and so was the Lord of the Stormlands. A rivalry between two houses that share blood was a recipe for catastrophe. Lyarra dreaded that the prince would take her daughter away from them. The Dragon's lair was filled with snakes and backstabbers, people who cared for nothing but themselves. Individuals who want to take advantage of Galadriel's intellect and pure heart. Lyarra was worried and very anxious for her child. Because if the King commanded the union. She knows Rickard wouldn't be able to stop it.
"The prince and Lord Baratheon have an eye on you," Lyarra whispered, staring at her daughter's golden eyes. "You know what they want from you, don't you? They wish your hand in marriage."
Galadriel sighed, hating that she was bringing so much discomfort to her mother. Lyarra didn't deserve such a level of anxiety. But at the same time, Galadriel has her plans and future to look up after. Nevertheless, she would try to ease her mother's worries. She wasn't heartless.
"I know, mother," Galadriel replied softly. "I can see it in their eyes."
"They're creepy!" Lyarra replied fast, earning an amused face from Galadriel. Well, that's true.
"The way the crown prince sees you as if you were destinated for him!" Lyarra hissed nervously, not liking the prince's dreamy face everything he stared at her daughter. It wasn't normal. That type of face on a man or any person. It made her shiver. "And let's not talk about Lord Robert Baratheon. He's a drunkard, a whoremonger!"
"He's not drinking as of late," Galadriel whispered, trying to remember the last time she saw him drink anything. Pandora's Actor and I have a bet about when he will drink again. So far, I am winning. Galadriel thought. But, of course, Lyarra heard that as if Galadriel was defending him, which she was not. Yet, in the eyes of a worried mother. It definitely seems like Galadriel fancy Robert. A ridiculous assumption, to be sure, but nevertheless. Galadriel's mother believed it with every fiber of her body.
"The moment he beds you, he will return to his old ways," Lyarra warned coldly. "Men like him are like that. The moment they claim what they sought for such a long time. They get bored and would try to seek the next great adventurer!"
Stunned, Galadriel looked at her mother, not knowing where that fierce woman came from. Usually, Lyarra would be a kind and gentle lady. Never raising her voice to anyone. But now, Galadriel's mother looked like a fierce wolf, protecting her pups from invaders. A rather funny way to look at it, if Galadriel could say so herself. Nevertheless, Galadriel has never seen her mother like that. It was certainly refreshing and slightly funny.
"I let maggots eat and clean my bones before I allow you to marry Lord Baratheon!" Lyarra exclaimed loudly. "Yes...! I'll make sure neither of them troubles you! Yes...! I'll do what I must for my family! Whatever it takes!"
Lyarra whispered dangerously, and her face looked right down murderous. That was not a good sign.
Whoa, easy there, mom! Take it easy! Galadriel panicked as she approached her mother, who seemed to think that killing the prince and Lord Baratheon would fix all of their problems.
"Mother, please!" Galadriel took her mother's hand, pleading to not cause a war of sorts. My mom is crazier than me! Galadriel thought worriedly. "Don't worry about things like that!"
"How could I not worry about things like that?! You're my daughter!" Lyarra replied with a sobbing voice. "I want you to be happy with someone who loves you. That's all I want."
Galadriel whined softly, hating to see her mother cry, especially for something rather silly. Galadriel hugged her mother tenderly, just trying to calm the heart of the woman who gave birth to her. It was the least she could do. "You worry too much, mother. Nothing of sorts is going to happen."
"But what if they decide to take you?!" Lyarra exclaimed with tears in her eyes. "Have you seen how they look at you?"
"I have a mother, but don't worry. They aren't stupid enough to do such a thing. Besides, do you honestly think they could do such a thing with Lyanna and Brandon on my side? Both of them want nothing but to beat them up!" Galadriel exclaimed, making Lyarra chuckle softly.
But then, Galadriel took a deep breath and stared at her mother. She knew that sooner or later, she would have to take over the Seven Kingdoms. It was in her blood to conquer and to rule as a Queen, or perhaps as an Empress. She wanted to conquer and expand across the Narrow Sea, to build an empire that would last longer than the Valyrian Freehold. There were many ways to do so. But the less problematic from a planning standpoint was to simply marry Rhaegar and slowly move up from there. Does it have to be Rhaegar? Not really. She could use Robert as well. Both have royal blood.
Galadriel hasn't decided yet. If she does marry either of them. Galadriel would just kill them, mind-control them just so she could do whatever she wanted. Of course, it was more complicated than that. There were so many details to work on, many little things. Galadriel could change her mind at any minute and decide to do the opposite. Maybe, if she does get really bored or bothered by something. Galadriel would take the easy route. And go full Godzilla on Westeros, and take the throne by force. However, so far, the whole drama and rather entertaining scheming and games she was playing were fun enough for her to not take such an approach. But the possibilities were there for her to take.
Then, there are those Ancient Gods. If Pandora's Actor is correct, one of them is currently close to us. The famous, or infamous, Drowned God. Galadriel thought, remembering what she had read about it. He Who Dwells Beneath the Waves. What a lousy title. The Iron Born believed he was a Kraken or a Leviathan of sorts. I wonder if he's the same as the ones back in Yggdrasil.
Galadriel decided to think about those things later. Now, she has to focus on her mother.
"Mother, I am always going to be a Stark, yes? Nothing will ever change it."
Lyarra sighed deeply, still not liking her daughter's response. "Galadriel, please, don't spread your legs to them."
"M-Mother! I will not spread my legs to anyone!" Galadriel replied, somewhat bewildered. "Who do you think I am?!"
"I am worried!" Lyarra expressed concern. "You've been spending much time with them the last fortnight! Even Ned is worried!" Lyarra then froze as she stared at her oldest daughter in fear.
"Do... Don't tell me... are you sleeping with both of them?!"
"Mother, stop!" Galadriel yelled, now seriously perplexed by her mother's thoughts. "I am still a maiden! I swear it to all Gods new and Old, and yet to come! I haven't slept with anyone!"
Lyarra muttered a small sorry, knowing that her daughter would have never done such a thing.
Seriously this woman. Galadriel sighed deeply. "Believe me, mother. I haven't done anything of sorts. I just want to have a better relationship with the South. That's all."
Lyarra nodded slowly, still unsure of what to feel. "But, what if... they ask for your hand? What if the King himself ordered you to marry prince Rhaegar? Or what if your father agrees to marry you to Robert Baratheon to secure an alliance with the South?"
Galadriel remained quiet for a while, wondering the same thing. She was somewhat interested to see that. The Targaryen King, eh? He may be on the edge of madness if the reports are correct. Maybe, we could use it to our advantage? Galadriel thought. She would speak with Pandora's Actor. Perhaps they could think of something.
"We will cross that bridge when the time comes, yes?" Galadriel said; Lyarra didn't look so sure but couldn't help but feel better. She has let her daughter know her worries. There was no more she could do. Galadriel smiled as she kissed her mother's cheek.
"Let's take a small break, shall we? I'll bring Lyanna. Let's eat and relax."
Lyarra then chuckled, liking the idea. "Yeah, I'll like that."
Galadriel decided to take her mother away for the day. It would help her relax and not let her mind fall into paranoia. It would help her as well. Galadriel truly needed a break.
The glorious day came when Galadriel would finally say her goodbyes to the crown prince and Lord of the Stormlands after a long time. Galadriel was incredibly thankful for it. She could only act so much before it became rather irritating. Last week, Rhaegar and Robert were in a secret war of sorts. Both at trying to be the best men. Theone was more than worthy of taking the beautiful Stark oldest daughter's hand. At first, Galadriel admitted it was very pleasing to see. The sensation of being pursued by what Galadriel would call two puppies was flattering.
Galadriel now felt like a popular schoolgirl. She always wondered what it would feel to be one of those girls back in her old world. The same ones spent hours bullying her and forcing her to do their homework. Galadriel found herself annoyed just to think about her past self. Where she was a weak and meek young girl who only wanted to please everyone and just be liked.
However, now it was different. Galadriel wasn't the same one as before. That's why she enjoyed the attention she was getting from those two idiots. Yet, like all things. The novelty runs off. Rhaegar always wanted to be the sweet prince everyone knew him for. He'll sing to her and write poems just for her. Rhaegar would walk next to her across the Godswood and speak about their future together. All disguised in his melancholy and gentle voice. The only thing Rhaegar accomplished all of that was Galadriel getting bored and hungry.
Robert was the opposite. The Lord of the Stormlands was more rebel, lively, to say the least. He wanted to take her somewhere all the time. Riding here, riding there. Robert was funny. That's a breath of new air if Galadriel could be honest. He always wanted to show how strong he was. Robert would hunt just for her, bringing whatever she wanted. It was the only redeeming quality he had, and that's because Galadriel wanted to eat a lot of meat. Still, Robert's vitality showed how much he truly wanted her. Robert's love language was one of passion and affection. Which, in reality, was one of lust and possession.
Galadriel could see it in both of them, their differences and similarities. Maybe, she was looking too much into it. Yet, it didn't matter. They were going to leave her now, for a while, and with them. The seed that would grow and wheat, the profits Galadriel wanted. She wanted to see what those two do in the meantime. Rhaegar was going back to King's Landing, and Robert back to the Stormlands. Then, Galadriel would wait and see if the wait would be worth it.
Galadriel hoped it would. Otherwise, it would all be a waste of time. But she was a patient person, and if all the hassle she had been enduring was worth it. She'll be well-rewarded. However, Galadriel also had other plans that did not include the future of the Iron Throne. However, before she thought of that. Galadriel needed to say her farewells to those two.
"My lady, thank you for sending us off," Rhaegar said politely.
Galadriel hid her true vexed tone behind a polite smile. "Worry do not, my dear prince. It's only natural," she replied. "In the name of the Stark family. I do hope you've enjoyed your stay here."
Rhaegar smiled softly, gently kissing Galadriel's knuckles. "I have never felt so welcomed."
Uh, are you sure about that? Galadriel drawled in her mind, knowing full well that behind her. Her family wasn't sharing the same feeling as the crown prince.
"Y-yeah, Stark hospitality," Galadriel replied with a rather amusing voice. "You're always welcome, my prince.
"Pff, as if," Lyanna muttered all the way back, earning a slap in the head from her mother. Galadriel coughed loudly, hoping the prince wouldn't hear it.
Rhaegar then slowly caressed Galadriel's cheek. "I'll do whatever I can to see you again and to earn your hand."
"My hand?" Galadriel replied, seemingly stunned. "But my prince, I am not worthy of such thing."
Galadriel expressed dramatically, earning a chuckle from the prince.
"You're more than worthy, and truly. There's no one else worthy of being queen."
Rhaegar whispered, trying to hide his intentions. A foolish endeavor, but Galadriel didn't care. Yeah, yeah, I am everything you ever wanted and more. Can you hurry up? I have great things to attend. Galadriel grunted internally.
"Thank, my prince."
Galadriel said slowly, watching prince Rhaegar mount his glorious horse. He gave one small bow to her before leaving with his two kingsguards.
Not wanting to be outdone, Robert suddenly picked Galadriel up. The white-haired girl let an annoying wail. Still, she had to pretend to be happy about it.
"Put me down!" She told Robert, who laughed loudly.
"Don't worry, and you aren't that heavy!" Robert boasted loudly. "And even if you were a bit off, I could still carry you all day long!"
Galadriel's eyebrow twitched, feeling highly insulted. I do hope while riding back home. You trip and fall from your horse, breaking your neck.
"But, don't worry... my lady," Robert whispered gently, caressing her white hair. "I'll make sure to come back to you."
Yeah, lucky me. Galadriel thought, still keeping an innocent smile. "I wait, excite it for that day to come." Galadriel's voice sounded slightly forced, but Robert was not the wiser. He let a bright smile, feeling his heart was about to explode.
"I'll show you and everyone that I am worthy of your hand," Robert declared, to which Galadriel almost rolled her eyes. "Wait for me."
Robert stated, slowly climbing to his horse. He smiled at her one more time before leaving Galadriel behind, and Galadriel finally sighed deeply.
"Finally," Galadriel whispered, annoyed. "Now, let's see what those two do."
Galadriel then felt the glares from her family. "What?" She asked.
"Yep, she's lost," Brandon muttered angrily, thinking it would be an excellent opportunity to hit something.
"We still have time," Lyarra whispered. "Maybe...?"
"I think we should prepare for when the day arrives," Lord Stark whispered. "I bet the prince would tell the King about it."
"Maybe, it would be that oaf?" Lyanna muttered angrily. "I rather Galadriel marry that girly prince."
"I think the same," Benjen added.
Galadriel grunted at them. Becoming Godzilla and taking Westeros by force is starting to sound more enticing. Galadriel thought as she left the courtyard to meet Pandora's Actor for the new objective.
After a long day of trying to lose her mind, thanks to her family's relentless questioning about her future, Galadriel finally allowed them to feel better about the whole thing, if only a tiny bit. She told them, in easy terms, that no one knows the future or how much it could all change in a year. Because if she was honest. A lot could change in a year.
They are really dramatic.
Galadriel sighed, sensing that the worst was to come. Nevertheless, currently, Galadriel was flying above the blue ocean, miles away from the shore. Next to her, Pandora's Actor followed her with [Fly] but was still deep in thought, just like her.
"My lady," Pandora's Actor asked. "Are you still thinking about the whole concept of marriage?"
"What a strange question," Galadriel replied. "But truthfully, I don't know yet. Instead, I am wondering about the benefits of the whole thing."
"Oh? Having second guesses?" Pandora's Actor joked.
"Always," Galadriel answered, glancing below her, noticing nothing but the deep blue of the sea. A beautiful sight, no doubt.
"If I want to take over Westeros in the most bloodless way. It would definitely be by marrying prince Rhaegar. Easy, right? We could control him, perhaps kill him and put a puppet under my control. On the other hand, I see no benefit on even thinking of marrying Robert unless there's a way to make him King."
Pandora's Actor hummed deeply. "He'll have to take the throne by force."
"Exactly," Galadriel said.
"The King is mad. Burning people just because it is fun, among other things. That's a recipe for disaster."
"Yeah, fun times," Galadriel drawled. "But I looked it a this... that's just one way to do it. Taking the throne by marriage. I could either go easy mode with Rhaegar, just accepting the proposal and whatever. Or start a conflict and make Robert the King of Westeros."
Galadriel told Pandora's Actor, who nodded slowly. Both have come to a sort of plan, that the only way to make things less noticeable for any dangerous enemy was to not show their power. Their true self. They don't know if there were Players around or powerful entities. It was a big and unknown world. Galadriel's paranoic mind wouldn't allow her to just show off. At least for the current times.
That's why Galadriel thought about doing it slowly, taking the crown the most typical way.
And why does Galadriel wants to be queen? Simple. She was a demon with the highest rank of Demon Empress. She craves a throne to conquer, which brings the other way to do her things.
"And the other way is to take it alone, you know?" Galadriel stated with a somewhat sadistic smirk. "Going full Atila the Hun on them. But that would bring eyes to us, and more importantly, my family would ask questions. I don't want to scare them away."
Galadriel's voice hid a sense of anxiousness at the thought of showing her true self to them. What would they think of her? Would they hate her for what she does? Or be afraid of her? Galadriel didn't want to think about it.
"Lord Stark is an honorable man. He wouldn't allow you to just... erase your enemies."
Galadriel sighed, hearing Pandora's Actor's word. "I know. But still, we could do it."
"Indeed, we could," Pandora's Actor said. "But, you have something else, right?"
"Yeah, another... plot, I guess. I've been thinking about it for a while," Galadriel whispered. "Maybe we could make the North an independent Kingdom once again. Could we start a war of... independence? Maybe?" Galadriel muttered lowly.
"We'll need to create a legit casus belli to bring all the Northerners to our side, not something hard to do. I don't doubt they'll jump right in once they hear about it," Pandora's Actor replied, already thinking of different scenarios. "They'll chant The King in the North or Queen perhaps."
"Mm, I would like them to have the title of Kings and Queens. The Stark is the oldest family in Westeros. They deserve those titles, not lords or ladies," Galadriel scoffed angrily.
"Agree. If there's a family who deserves to be royalty is the Stark. Still, that's just one of many ways, of many plots," Pandora's Actor replied, to which Galadriel sighed deeply.
"Yeah, too much overthinking, many ways to obtain the throne, and so on," Galadriel whispered, a bit tired. "So many roads we could take, so many decisions."
"And changes, my lady. Always remember the unpredictable. We never know how much our plots can change in a matter of seconds," Pandora's Actor added, earning a whine from Galadriel.
"Yeah, let's think about it later. Let's focus on what we have in front of us."
Galadriel looked below her and saw nothing but the sea. The darkness of the ocean. The deepness of it was mesmerizing. It seems like there was no end, but Galadriel and Pandora's Actors know that. Deep below the blue sea awaits a creature, a powerful monster old as the world itself. Or so the legends said.
"It's this the place?" Galadriel asked.
"Yes, this is where we detected the strange anomaly."
"Anomaly, eh?" Galadriel licked her lips, feeling a sensation of excitement. "I do hope it's worth the small expedition."
"Me too, my lady. It would do us good to just... let some stress go!"
"A bit of exercise, I agree," Galadriel added with a smile.
Then, they slowly saw how a prominent figure was emerging from the deep ocean. It was a large creature, no doubt, with many eyes. A snake-type Dinassour would be the best way to describe it. A sea monster that would surely fit the image of a god. But, Galadriel didn't find herself impressed with it.
"It's smaller than the ones in Yggdrasil."
"He's also uglier, if I may add," Pandora's Actor said, earning a slight chuckle from Galadriel.
The sea creature lifted his giant body out of the water. Galadriel could see now that it was clear that the sea monster was intelligent. The clear hateful glare those many eyes gave them was pretty amusing. The Leviathan-type creature didn't say a word. There wasn't a need to. His posture and how his many tentacles and endless body twitched were announcing danger. Galadriel smiled at him.
"You're the Drowned God?" Galadriel asked, wondering if the creature understood the common tongue.
However, the only reply was a loud shriek, piercing the sky and causing waves to appear underneath his titanic body. Then, to the surprise of both Galadriel and Pandora's Actors. The creature replied, with a broken voice, echoing in thousand dead souls.
"TRESPASSER. WELCOME. YOU'RE NOT. THE SEA BELOW ME. MY TEMPLE IS!"
If Galadriel could explain, in simple terms, what type of voice the Leviathan-Cthulhu was using. It would be as if someone was speaking in a shattered speech. An echo, like hundreds of people screaming at her through a trumpet. It was strange. A bit creepy, but entirely on par with what Galadriel has seen in Yggdrasil. She liked the scene before her.
"You're not just a sea creature then. You understand me," Galadriel spoke, looking down on the creature. "Then, it would be easier for me."
Galadriel allowed her large black wings to come up. After such a long time of hiding her proper form. She was now free, without strings attached to her. The attire for today was special. A large armor, a high-end one at that. One of her favorites. On her left hand was a unique sword. [Basiliks Fang] One of her many ones. But not the strongest one. She wanted to test the waters, but no pun intended. The sword was a Legendary Class Item, powerful, no doubt. But not one of her Divine type weapons.
Galadriel wanted to see first how strong the creature was. If it proved to be quite the challenge, which she hoped because she wanted to enjoy her fight. She would use more.
"Hear my name, Drowned God," Galadriel spoke loudly, showing no fear. "You're in the presence of a Supreme Being. Galadriel Melkor... Guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown!"
The clouds were getting dark, and rain slowly poured over them. Pandora's Actor hummed, looking that perhaps the creature had some magic in him.
"INTRUDER. UNWANTED. WEAK PRETENDER!"
Galadriel scoffed at the creature's insults. "You're nothing but a remnant of an old world. An ancient being, no longer needed in the world I am going to create."
Galadriel declared, pointing her sword at him. "Be thankful. Your skull would serve as a good furniture piece in my new castle. And be grateful since you're going to be the first God I kill."
The sky grew darker. The waves were now the side of a small tsunami. The tentacles were now appearing from underneath the water, creating an explosion of water every time they hit the sea. The creature was furious, and it showed.
"Don't be a disappointment, Drowned God. Entertain me."
The Drowned God replied in a language neither Galadriel nor Pandora's Actor understood. But thankfully, it wasn't needed. Galadriel only smiled brightly, showing for the first time since she came to this world. The Demon inside her.
Meanwhile, Pandora's Actor moves aside. He was there to support her lady if needed. But a part of him feels that there wasn't a need to. He wanted his lady to let go of a bit of her frustration. It was good therapy. The Guardian of the Treasury of Nazarick thought about her lady's plots.
She could marry the crown prince and become queen of the Seven Kingdoms without too much worry or work. Or she could put Robert Baratheon on the throne by causing conflict. Perhaps, just force everyone to their knees by destroying everything in her path and showing who she is, or make the North an independent Kingdom.
Pandora's Actor thought deeply. All of those plots had more going on besides what he mentioned in his mind. Many details, for example, she could kill Rhaegar the moment they married and put a puppet instead. Perhaps a Doppelganger. Maybe, Robert could become a sort of scapegoat to cause a civil war that could serve her to increase the North's power. Possibly, taking the throne by brute force was just the better choice. It would allow those annoyance to be removed. Or, making the North a power of its own has its merits as well.
Pandora's Actor sighed. If Demiurge and Albedo were with them, now. They could have added some ideas as well. Maybe, they were missing something. Perhaps, there was another approach.
"Mm, I wonder if we could just do all of those plots?" Pandora's Actor hummed to himself. "Mix all of those plots and see what happens?"
Pandora's Actor sighed loudly while watching his lady having the time of her life.
"Mm, the possibilities of a guardian or Nazarick arriving in this world are little. But they still are there. But if that's the case, how would I know?"
Pandora's Actor decided to do a small experiment, something it surprised him. He hadn't done it before.
{Message... Demiurge}
Pandora's Actor tried to use the same he does with his lady. He focused on a person and call. First, he tried with Demiurge.
{Demiurge... are you there?}
It sounded like someone wasn't answering. The sound of silence, of a phone, left unanswered. Then, it felt as if the simple sound clicked, again, like someone had put the phone down. That's the best explanation there was. It made him known that Demiurge was not there with them. Pandora's Actor moved away for a bit, noticing a few tentacles being cut down by his lady and how she was laughing like an actual demon.
"A God?! This is nothing! A pathetic pretender!" Galadriel howled maniacally while the Leviathan-Cthulhu creature shrieked loudly, creating a storm with his cries.
Pandora's Actor then proceeded to try again. This time, however, focused on the Overseer.
{Message... Albedo.}
Pandora's Actor thought it would happen like last time. An eerie silence and nothing. However, to his surprise. Someone did answer the call.
{My love, where are you?! Please, please tell me where you are! Wait... who are you?! Answer me, you scum, I'll destroy you! I'll kill you and everyone in this pathetic little world! I have already demolished a few cities! I am not afraid of burning everything on my path!}
Pandora's Actor was shocked to hear Albedo's desperate yet concerning voice, of all people. Thankfully, it seems, the Overseer was with them. That's good news, or so he would like to think.
A few cities? Where is she? Pandora's Actor thought but was amused by the Succubus's actions. Well, let's tell her about it.
The world was definitely getting weirder.