rameramean: You know, I don't understand why I get reviews like this. Miriel has not yet visited the Baharuth Empire, how could she have met Emperor Jircniv? The story has just begun. It is only the second Arc. Is it so abnormal that some of the important characters have not yet appeared? In addition, I already explained that the first chapters would focus on Miriel and Ainz.

Fatefan: The interaction between Ainz and Miriel is at the heart of this Fanfic. I could have chosen that their meeting and the evolution of their relationship happened differently, but I chose this way because... in my view, this conduct was the closest to Ainz's behavior as imagined by his creator, Kugane Maruyama. After all, Ainz's primary goal was "peaceful cohabitation between humans and heteromorphs" (sic) and his method was... mass slaughter, manipulation, betrayal, and war of terror...


Forecast

Although Daggerford was only a small town which owed its relative prosperity only to its position, on a ford of the Shelayen called... the Ford of the Dagger (I'm sure you wouldn't have guessed it by yourself), it represented a certain strategic issue and had been fortified.

The wall was not impressive, nor very high, nor very thick, but towers with pepperpot-style roofs reinforced it regularly. Moreover, since the invasion of the half-humans, the battlements had been covered by wood protections called hoarding.

These obstacles would not have stopped Jaldabaoth's army, but the city had almost doubled in size in the last two months. New quarters made up of barracks of boards and especially tents were now rising out of the walls. They were surrounded by their own fortifications, a ditch preceding a mound of earth planted with squared stakes, and a wooden rampart with towers made of tree trunks.

Over this temporary town were dozens of banners, the coalition army of the barons of northern Roble had decided to stop the invasion on the Ford of the Dagger. They were preparing for what they thought was the decisive battle of this war except... they'd been preparing for a month for a battle that still hadn't happened. For now, the clashes were limited to brief skirmishes between patrols and raids to gauge enemy defenses.

Of course, the barons were surprised by Jadalbaoth's sudden 'shyness'. Some thought that the Demonic Emperor was preparing a large-scale trap. Others reassured themselves by saying it was proof that the defeat of the demon before the walls of Targos had weakened him greatly... except that the truth was quite different (1).


Miriel had landed in the woods, out of sight of the inhabitants of Daggerford. After putting her flying carpet in her Inventory, she changed her clothes. Now dressed in a blue wizard dress adorned with loops made of golden runes, she headed towards the city leaning on a staff adorned with a garland of roses as fresh as if they had just been picked.

Diolaine and Miriel continued on foot, marching towards the road.

In peacetime, it was a route used by merchants who traveled between the northern Roble Holy Kingdom and Hoburns, the capital. The depth of the ruts dug in the ground showed the importance of commercial transit and the heaviness of the wagons. However, the flow of travelers had multiplied since the beginning of the war. Patrols and soldiers deployed in exercise trampled the muddy path. From the edge of the woods, Daggerford looked like an anthill gone mad. The plain was full of fiercely active people. Soldiers trained, loggers cut trees to reinforce the outer defenses, and workers dug ditches and planted stakes.

When the two women reached the road, many eyes lingered on them, despite the curiosity of the travelers, or perhaps even their suspicion, no one spoke to them.

However, the camp at the entrance to Daggerford was heavily guarded. In each tower, archers in leather armor watched the surroundings. At the gates, guards armed with spears searched the wagons or questioned the travelers.

Again, the presence of two young women attracted all eyes. It must be said that they seemed perfectly incongruous amid battalions returning to their quarters and caravans of merchants who came to supply the city.

Suspicious, one of the guards approached.

"Who are you? What are you doing in Daggerford? Do you not know that the city is threatened by the armies of the Demonic Emperor?"

Diolaine smiled.

"Of course we know."

She took in hand a metal medallion, hung on her neck by a chain, and showed it to the soldier.

"I am Diolaine Gisle Kure, Gold-rank adventurer; my team was hired by Baron Marus Aquaire Breval to defend Targos."

Miriel showed her own plate. Hers was in a silver-like metal that did not tarnish.

"Nimrodel, Mithril-rank adventurer."

Unlike Diolaine who was actually part of the Adventurer's Guild, Miriel had never passed the admission tests. The Slane Theocracy must have had a lot of influence because her plate was valid, all information about her having been backdated.

Instinctively, the soldier stood at attention when seeing Miriel's medallion. Mithril adventurers were relatively rare... they were among the strongest adventurers on the continent. There were only a few dozen teams of this rank and only the Orichalcum and Adamantite-rank teams were more famous than they... the latter being true legends and their members were considered heroes.

"You are the one that destroyed the Shelayen Dam?"

The half-elf pinched her lips, looking nervously around her. Several soldiers and even some of the closest merchants must have heard the guard... Some Players loved that moment when RPG NPCs praised their exploits. On the contrary, the young woman never liked being in the center of attention. Moreover, in the real world, being noticed was more dangerous than useful.

She raised her hand before the soldier could say anything else.

"Excuse me, but we are in a hurry and others are waiting behind us. Can we come in?"

"Uh... yeah, yeah..."

He stepped aside, letting them in.


Diolaine shivered as they passed through the military camp.

"I feel like they devour me with their eyes."

Involuntarily Miriel smiled. This indeed summed up the situation well. The military camp was a forest of tents lined up along muddy streets. And there was almost no woman... so all the idle soldiers watched them pass by with their tongues hanging up to their knees.

"I think we should avoid entering an alley... some would follow us. And if they invite us somewhere, I doubt it's for tea."

The half-elf nodded without saying a word. She looked around and saw only bearded faces, scarred and smiles revealing rotten teeth. This poorly paid rabble army looked more like a bunch of throat-cutters than true soldiers willing to die for the homeland. Morale was visibly low and discipline was weak... No wonder the northern army had suffered an almost uninterrupted series of defeats since the beginning of the invasion. Fortunately, the main street was used by the wagons of the merchants and they were not at risk of being attacked with so many witnesses.

"Let's hurry up."

They arrived safely at the city gates. The guards who defended the postern wore Count Daggerford's tabard. These locally recruited soldiers were visibly more concerned with preventing the barons' warriors from entering the city than with stopping the invasion of Jadalbaoth. Cohabitation between the two groups must have been difficult.

The Summoner showed her badge to one of the men on duty.

"I'm looking for Manda the Seeress."


The New World resembled the European Middle Ages... or rather the European Middle Ages as the Japanese imagined it. Inside the walls, the houses were made of stone, solid, with good masonry. The streets were wide and paved, there were sewers, and the inhabitants were well dressed and well fed...

In short, a level of prosperity and cleanliness as little medieval as possible.

Miriel looked carefully around her. The population of Daggerford was almost entirely male and she saw no children. All must have been evacuated. Queen Calca Bessarez had ordered the refugees to be taken to the southern plain where large transit camps had been built by the royal army. Thanks to the food aid of the Sorcerer Kingdom it was possible to feed them... at least until the outbreak of the war between Nazarick and the Re-Estize Kingdom.

One could understand that most of the inhabitants pray for a quick victory of Ainz Ooal Gown... For Roble was already in dire straits and famine was coming.

According to the instructions given by the guard, Miriel and Diolaine had moved over to Harbor Street. As its name indicated this street allowed access to the port... along the bank of the Sheylayen River, on the other side of the rampart. But the posterns were closed and guarded. Venturing on the river had become too dangerous.

Miriel stopped at a watchtower. Unlike the other towers attached to the rampart, it served as a dwelling, and clouds of smoke of changing color came out of a metal chimney.

The Summoner nodded.

"Alchemy!"

Someone was concocting potions in the tower, which was sufficient proof that it was in the right place.

She used the iron knocker on the door and knocked three times.


Manda the Seeress was an elderly woman. Her face was strewn with wrinkles and her gray hair was knotted in a bun from which hung scattered strands. The old witch's eyes were feverish and wandered without ever stopping.

Since their arrival, she spoke... but not only to her visitors... Although she lived alone, she had companions that only she could see.

It was an incredible mess. Dried herbs and even a stuffed crocodile hung from the ceiling beams. Shelves covered the walls, filled with books, strange crystals, jars, small crates, and boxes. Magic wands, scrolls of parchment, alchemy horns, and sheets of annotated paper piled up everywhere between the furniture. There was almost no free space apart from an invocation circle that shone with a bluish glow in the penumbra. A cauldron filled with a greenish mixture with a sickening smell bubbled in the hearth.

While Miriel explained that she needed help mastering her own divination powers, Manda suddenly interrupted her.

"Would you like some more tea, my dear?" Before the half-elf could answer, the seer turned around, yelling at someone she only saw... " Yes, I will tell her... no... stop bothering me..." before stopping just as abruptly to turn to Diolaine. "You should eat these biscuits, I make them myself."

The green face, the thief chased away with a kick a big rat who had come to browse under the table... not afraid of the presence of the visitors. The pink-haired teenager forced herself to smile.

"No, thank you, I'm not hungry."

She was in a crazy old woman's den!

The half-elf's opinion was not so clear-cut. With patience, Miriel tried to direct the conversation to what interested her.

Without answering directly the crazy old woman opened a box of mahogany that she had placed on the table. She came out with a card game that had served a lot. After shuffling the cards, she handed them to the Summoner.

"Take a card."

On the cardboard rectangle that Miriel took was drawn a beautiful female warrior with long blond hair wrapped in a purple cape. The woman dressed in plate armor held a sword in her left hand and she had a scroll of parchment in her right hand. Above it shone a crescent moon lying on its side to form a celestial boat. (2)

"The goddess of the moon," said Manda, staring at the card. "Knock it will be open to you, but study for a long time how you will enter, turn your face to the sun of justice, and the science of the true will be given to you; keep silent on your plans so as not to reveal them to the distrust of men."

The fortuneteller blinked, seeming to come out of a dream. She spoke again but in a firmer voice.

"Great things will be revealed to you, yes. The shadows of the trees reveal old secrets that nourish their roots. But beware; many men will hate your knowledge and your person."

Miriel hesitated.

"I see... but that doesn't answer my question."

"Yet if this card says so, you are yourself a seer. But if you seek to control your gifts, you must go for an object that facilitates your concentration. North of here, three days walk away, there was a castle... Blueblood Castle... it was destroyed by the armies of Jadalbaoth. But under the ruins are ancient sepulchers and in a tomb an amulet. The Stone of Souls. Find this amulet and wear it when you want to see beyond the flesh and mist."


"No, you can't go with me." Miriel shook her head. "You stay in Targos..."

"But..." objected Diolaine.

Before she could explain why she wanted to accompany her friend, the half-elf interrupted her.

"I'll go to Blueblood Castle using my flying carpet, but I wouldn't have been there until night. Can you see in the darkness of night? No! Then you'll slow me down."

There was no reason to let the thief accompany her. Miriel was almost as good as her friend at finding traps and defusing them. In addition, her magic allowed her to open the most complex locks.

In OOO, a group of Players could carry (3) a low-level Player in a high-level Dungeon... but in the real world being accompanied by a weaker ally was putting him in unnecessary danger.


Castle Blueblood, North Robble

Objectively, Kalthar Druagluin was an opportunist without any moral sense. However, he preferred to see himself as an enterprising individual capable of seizing the right opportunities when they arose.

When the hordes of demi-humans had swept over the Roble Holy Kingdom, this necromancer had not considered the invasion as a threat but as a chance. After all, the humanoids could not destroy and loot everything... So there was a lot of wealth without owners that he could pocket without anyone noticing. Moreover, the demi-humans had massacred the population of the surrounding villages. These deaths would allow him to build an army...

He had gathered around him mercenaries. The main activity of the looters was to search the ruins of farms and villages in the area. But they did not hesitate to attack refugees fleeing to the south. They only kept the prettiest women alive... I doubt I need to explain why... and slaughter the others.

Sometimes they even dared to ambush the patrols of the army of the barons or that of the demi-humans... at least when there were few. Kalthar's band was made of scavengers, not predators.

Until then everything had gone well, they had remained discreet and no one had discovered their sinister activities.

Until then...


Since her arrival in the New World, Miriel had gained several levels. This allowed her to learn the spell "Invisibility". Unlike "Chameleon" which made her only translucent, this spell allowed real invisibility. Unfortunately, like "Chameleon" it was a spell that broke as soon as the caster opened a door, attacked, or (generally) performed an action that made its presence obvious.

Despite the limitations inherent in such magic, "Invisibility" allowed Miriel to visit the ruins of Blueblood Castle and discover its new inhabitants without them suspecting her presence. While listening to and observing them, the Summoner had not long to understand that the soldiers who camped inside the ramparts had nothing to do with the defense of the widow and the orphan.

Dirty, dressed in mismatched armor, they spent their time arguing among themselves and bet their loot in dice games while boasting about their 'exploits' (rapes, murders, and other robberies).

The young woman's face turned into a mask of anger and her hands tightened under the effect of cold rage.

Since her previous existence, the half-elf hated bullies who terrorized the so-called "weak", women and children. Except now she was no longer condemned to be included in the numbers of victims. Thanks to the power she had gained by reincarnating, Miriel could now clean this cesspool.

And she was determined to make them taste their own medicine. They died in the throes of terror. Faced with what Miriel was going to invoke, they would be as powerless and disarmed as their victims...

Her decision taken, the Summoner left the ruins to return to the shelter of the forest. Cleaning the ground of dead leaves and stones, Miriel cleared a space of nearly two meters in diameter and began to draw symbols with a broken branch.

Having completed her preparatory work, the young woman looked critically at the magic circle, rectified two or three details, and then cleaned the dirt on her hands.

"Come to me, Shirts'Builhizz!"

The palm stretched forward Miriel looked at the invocation pentacle she had drawn on the ground. The strange stone sealed in the Ring of Kings lit up on her finger as a form materialized from a violet smoke that condensed.

In a few seconds, a terrible creature came to life.

It was a huge bipedal lizard, quite similar to an iguana but it stood straight as a man, and a tail swept the ground behind it. Its scales were red and as strong as steel. In its right paw, he held a heavy black iron axe, as if it were a thin willow stick. The weapon was so big and heavy that a normal man would have a hard time handling it with both hands.

The Greater Demon turned to its Summoner. It looked at her for a few moments and Miriel staggered as the demon sought to free itself from the bonds of obedience that enslaved it. But the brief mental battle ended with the victory of the Wizard.

Uttering a clanking cry, the demon stepped back, shaking his head. Despite the anger in its eyes, the summoned creature abdicated, bowing slowly to the one who controlled it.

"What is my mission, Mistress?"

She pointed to the collapsed towers of Blueblood Castle, visible above the trees.

"Men in arms occupy these ruins. Kill all who attack you and break down the doors. If you find humans trapped, break their chains and cages and let them flee. If in doubt, don't attack and wait for me, I'll be right behind you."

From the mouth of the demon came out a long purple tongue as it whistled.

"Ssss... I see... I've been summoned by a defender of 'justice', one of those weaklings who believe in protecting the 'innocent'... you poor dear, the bad guys hurt the weak and you don't like it." The monster began to laugh... a horrible sound that reverberated in the sleeping forest. "Well, it seems that you are in charge, so I have to obey. And if I have the right to slaughter all the fighters, I do not complain. I'm a simple guy with equally simple pleasures... mutilating, shredding screaming victims, hearing people implore me to spare them and devour the dead... that's all I need to be happy."

Shaking its head briskly, making the scales of his neck collide, the demon rushed forward. It hadn't exercised for a long time.


The fight began in an explosion of blood. Shirts'Builhizz had appeared so suddenly inside the area lit by the torches that the sentry was taken by surprise, speechless, and eyes enlarged with terror. The next moment, the bandit was cut in half. Crossing an open breach in the outer wall, the demon came to the inside of the ruined castle.

The mercenaries who were talking around the campfires remained paralyzed for a moment by the sudden irruption of the creature. But they were fighters. They saw the blood on the axe and understood that this monster was certainly not friendly. They grabbed their weapons while shouting for help.

But the demon doesn't even slow down. Running straight at the bandits, it swept several opponents with a single movement of its weapon, cutting the men as if their armor were paper. The giant lizard was a master at arms, wielding its axe with great proficiency, blocking with ease, and attacking viciously. Moreover, its tail was prehensile and it used this appendix to immobilize the legs of its enemies or to make them fall.

Facing a solitary opponent, the warriors spread out, trying to surround the demon.

But Shirts'Builhizz was far from being stupid and more cautious than its beastly appearance might lead one to believe. Keeping an eye on all hits opponents, it did not hesitate to retreat when he was in difficulty.

Nevertheless, after several attempts, one of the fighters managed to position himself behind the demon... except that the giant lizard immediately turned towards him.

"Sleep!"

The mercenary obeyed and collapsed to the ground... deeply asleep.

Because Shirts'Builhizz had also spell-like abilities.

The demon blocked the attack of an opponent with the handle of his axe and with a simple movement of the shoulder threw the bandit to the ground before crushing his back crushing him to the ground. Simultaneously, Shirts'Builhizz used its tail to bring down another enemy.

Only one of the mercenaries managed to get close enough to strike but... the sword struck the scales of the demon in a resounding "clang"... but without doing any damage. Shirts'Builhizz's only reaction was to turn sharply at the aggressor and decapitate him with an axe.

Around the monster, there were only the dead and dying. In a few seconds of combat, the creature summoned by Miriel had swept away all the bandits camping in the yard.

A new wave of opponents emerged from a ruined tower. The mercenaries were half-dressed, awakened from slumber by the attack.

Shirts'Builhizz closed its huge paw on the head of the first enemy to reach it. The demon lifted his prey without trying before throwing him towards a group of his friends... the result was like a bowling ball knocking down pins.

The demon burst out laughing before uttering a cry of pain.

Several rays of colored light had just struck him. Standing at the top of the wall a group of wizards stretched their staffs. Pentacles of several colors appeared before them.

"Lightning!"

"Fireball!"

"Magic Arrow!"

"Acid Arrow!"

This rain of spells froze the demon for a moment... but a fuzzy form interposed blocking the following attacks.

Abandoning her invisibility, Miriel had just intervened in the battle.

Just before entering the ruins, she had cast the spell "Blur". It was an illusion spell that blurred the silhouette of the caster. It was more difficult to aim at her, but above all, it was impossible to discern the features of her face or even to say that she was an Elf woman.

Capable of double casting, the half-elf had just summoned the spell "Magic Shield" with her left hand, creating a pentacle of more than a meter and a half, adorned with symbols and runes that wired slowly. The spells that struck this energy shield disappeared in a shower of harmless sparks. With her right hand, the Summoner cast a powerful offensive spell.

"Death Ray!"

A violet ray came out of her finger and struck one of the wizards. Wrapped in light, the man put his hands to his heart, his mouth open in a silent cry... and collapsed on the side... instantly dead. The panicked wizards concentrated their attacks on Miriel... in vain. The half-elf blocked each attack with her "Magic Shield". Anti-personnel attacks simply disappeared, while AOE attacks like Fireballs were partially absorbed, reduced to one-tenth of their power.

The Summoner retaliated.

"Intense Heat Beam!"

The ray of red light locked on a wizard. Immediately, the man was wrapped in flames, his clothes starting to burn. He rolled on the ground to try to put out the fire. His cries of pain and fear ended in demoralizing his companions. Abandoning the dying, the spellcasters dispersed, fleeing the castle.


The battle continued in the ruins.

Shirts'Builhizz advanced without much opposition, massacring its enemies one after the other. But the mercenaries were numerous and some managed to get around the demon to attack Miriel. The Summoner focused while seeing two armored opponents emerging from behind a collapsed pillar, one wielding a magic dagger and the other an old knight sword.

"Monster Summon IV!"

Immediately, two Night Dogs (undead war dogs with leather armor and a spiked collar) and a fire elemental appeared in an explosion of purple smoke.

The three monsters threw themselves at the attackers taken by surprise and eliminated them quickly. However, the summoned creatures had a simplistic Aggro and immediately abandoned Miriel to attack the nearest enemies.

Fortunately, the wizard knew a spell that would give her an excellent bodyguard.

Plunging her hand into an opening onto her Inventory, the half-elf took out a magnificent black metal sword whose pommel was a polished ruby, and the hilt was inlaid with gold.

"Dancing Sword!"

Miriel dropped the sword. However, instead of falling, the weapon began to float near her, accompanying her in her exploration of the ruins.

The fighting was coming to an end, the bandits were almost all dead or on the run. Miriel entered a building still standing, seeking access to the basements, in search of the catacombs.

As she turned into a corridor, a man appeared and cast a spell.

"Acid Javelin!"

But the Summoner quickly moved her hand, intercepting the attack with the energy pentacle of her "Magic Shield". The protection barely vibrated by intercepting the spell and the caustic projectile disintegrated into droplets that dug holes in the ground.

The two opponents watched each other for a moment. Although confident in her abilities, Miriel was tense. Standing motionless, the Summoner abandoned the initiative to the man in a black robe in front of her. Although she did not know she faced the enemy leader, the half-elf was ready for anything.

The Necromancer was more worried than his opponent, well aware that his spells would not help him against such a strong opponent. Fortunately, by settling in at Blueblood Castel, he had taken precautions preparing for a possible attack. Although unable to instantly use 7tier spells, he could trigger them through rituals. His forehead was covered with sweat as he concentrated.

"Undeath Army!"

A negative aura surrounded Kalthar Druagluin as the summoning circle activated in the depths of the fortress. Immediately the skeletons of the defenders of the castle, fallen during the attack, shuddered and began to rise, reconstituting themselves in a clicking of bones. While holding her shield with her left hand to protect herself from the attack spells that Kalthar continued to cast, the half-elf used her right hand for several defense spells.

"Haste!"

A blue aura briefly surrounded her

"Armor!"

In a metallic clatter, several pieces of ghostly armor appeared around the half-elf and wrapped her before disappearing.

"Stone skin!"

Mud came out of the ground and closed on Miriel. When the mud coffin disintegrated, the appearance of the Summoner had changed. She now looked like a blue granite statue.

"Protection against the negative plane!"

A pentacle formed under her feet before a pure white light enveloped her as a chorus of angels rang out.

"Aura of Valor!"

This time a ghostly bard appeared above the Summoner. Passing his fingers on the strings of his lyre, the ghost sang the first verse of a heroic song before disappearing.

Miriel smiled, now she was ready to fight!


The battle against the undead had begun about ten minutes earlier and did not seem ready to end.

Little by little, Miriel and her allies were pushed back into the central courtyard. Under the gaze of their creator, hundreds of undead converged on them.

Around the Summoner, her summons (Two Giants Beetles and a Fairy White Deer) had received a Buff thanks to "Aura of Valor" for slaughtering skeletons and monstrous zombies. Those who crossed this obstacle still had to face the "Dancing Sword". Breaking the bones with dexterity, as if a talented but invisible swordsman held it in hand, the hexed blade slaughtered the survivors.

Not having to worry about her immediate safety, Miriel turned to a monstrosity that twisted on the walls. The bodies of multiple small animals (insects and rodents) had agglomerated to form a Necrosawarm Giant.

She raised her hand.

"Fireball!"

The blast will tear the creature apart... although it is a basic attack spell, the version of "Fireball" used by OOO players gained power with each level earned by the Caster. A spell cast by a 35th level was a furnace capable of burning everything... except the most resistant creatures.

But the half-elf knew that the army of the dead was too powerful. She would eventually exhaust herself fighting so many opponents. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Shirts'Builhizz was cornered, surrounded by hordes of enemies. Of course, the demon mowed rows of skeletons with great blows of axes but other enemies were still coming out of the ruins.

She had to end the battle in one fell swoop.

The young woman opened her right hand, her palm turned towards Kalthar.

"Purple Comet!"

At first, it seemed that nothing was happening and then a light appeared in the sky... a violet light. Turning his eyes to the stars, the Necromancer discovered that a comet was descending towards the ground. Horrified, he used the most powerful defensive spell he knew creating an invisible barrier above him but...

The "Purple Comet" hit the "Shield Wall". The result was a powerful explosion. Half the dungeon was pulverized by the wave of fire and shock wave that ravaged the ruins. When the stones stopped bouncing, a deep crater was dug out where Kalthar had stood. Apart from the ashes and smoke, there was nothing left of the undead army.

The specialists of the magic of destruction undoubtedly mastered more powerful spells, but - apart from "Death Wave"- Miriel could not use magic having a more destructive effect (4). Besides, she was loath to use attacks with such appalling results. The true power of magic was in subtlety...

Well sheltered behind the translucent barrier created by the spell "Minor Sphere of Invulnerability", the half-elf looked around. As the smoke and dust dissipated, she discovered the extent of the damage. Wow... all the opponents were dead... but her allies too. Fortunately, they were only summoned creatures... She rubbed her neck smiling with an embarrassed expression on her face.

She hated that kind of flashy power; everyone must have seen the explosion. The half-elf had better leave here as soon as possible if she wanted to avoid unwanted attention.

"Ah... it's true... I came to find an amulet."

As the Summoner walked towards a building still standing, she heard the sound of stones rolling and ricocheting. She turned around to see a mound of stone rising, revealing... the lizard head of Shirts'Builhizz. The demon got rid of the stones that covered its body and then shook its neck. Its scales smoked and purple blood flowed in several places, but apart from that it seemed more or less intact.

The monster looked at its summoner with an indecipherable expression.

"You wanted to kill me?"

Miriel blushed and looked away.

"... to be honest, this was the first time I used this spell. I'm afraid I underestimated the destructive power released."

Half true, she had already used "Purple Comet" in OOO. But, in reality, the explosion was much more violent... the laws of physics meant that an explosion had consequences beyond the sacrosanct 'area of effect' of RPGs.

The half-elf's hand disappeared into her Inventory. Bringing back a vial filled with red liquid, she handed it to the demon.

"It's a Healing Potion. Consider it a gesture of apology."


(1) Demiurge is just very busy with the war in the Re-Estize Kingdom, he doesn't have time to deal with Roble.

(2) Ironically, I really drew a random card in a divination card game to determine the prophecy of the crazy old lady... and the advice given by this card is really adapted to the situation. I should draw the cards more often, maybe I am gifted ^^.

(3) In the slang of MMORPG players, "Carry" means accompanying a Low-Level PC in a High-Level Dungeon for him to receive part of the XPs from high-level monsters.

(4) Note that I never said that Miriel did not know more destructive spells. In OOO, magic is not leveled. To cast a spell you need two things: 1°) enough MP (Magic Points) 2°) a sufficient competence (expressed as %) in the school of magic to which the spell belongs.

Miriel has learned some spells that she is currently unable to use. But as she continues to grow, it's just a matter of time before she can cast a more powerful spell.