Chapter 16
After the talks with the Imperial delegation had concluded, Ainz gathered Oshikuru and the Guardians in his own chambers.
He signalled to his kneeling subordinates to rise and placed both elbows on his table and meshed his hands, covering the jaw of his skull. His nonexistent belly ached. Now was the time for review. As he held that feeling in his heart, he peeked at Oshikuru, Demiurge and Albedo. They did not seem angry. Nor did they seem speechless. However, who can tell if that's a poker face? After thinking of that, he looked closely at them again, to see if their faces were frozen in anger.
I want to get out of here. In the first place, why did I not discuss this with Oshikuru-san before…ah, it's too late now. Besides, grow a damn spine, Ainz Ooal Gown!
With that, the phantom pain in his gut seemed to have subsided, but he still felt like throwing up.
When he learned the Emperor was approaching Nazarick, Ainz could not help but indirectly ask Demiurge "Then, shall we stick to the plan?", but the answer he got was "Since all is going as predicted, we can proceed as planned."
But I don't know what the plan is!
Of course, he would never actually say that.
As the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz had to adopt an attitude that matched the expectations of the NPCs. To him, they were like his guild members' children, who had been placed into his care. Therefore, he put his all into making a good impression on them, even when all he had to do was resolutely nod and answer "is that so" in a kingly way.
But when it came to Demiurge's plans, Ainz was desperately flailing in the dark. And Oshikuru's great piece advice was "Don't worry, the Emperor is more afraid of you than you are afraid of him. So, it'll all go well."
The actual talks with Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix had been played entirely off the cuff, trusting that there would be a way through no matter what. As for how confident he was of having said the right thing during the negotiations… well, simply put, he had no confidence at all. Like a student waiting for his test scores, he peeked at the two smartest Guardians.
This is like a job interview… When he had just started working, he remembered having a similar feeling to this.
"Then, as planned, the Emperor has made his move."
Ainz took a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak again, a voice interrupted from beside him.
"Ainz-sama, I fear to ask, but I have a question. Why did you have to give the emperor of the humans a place as a collaborator? Couldn't we have just conquered the Empire by force?"
In response to Shalltear's question, Ainz' non-existent heart skipped a beat. In order to conquer the world, they would first apply pressure to the Empire. Because of that, they would allow the Empire to launch an attack on Nazarick and use that to threaten and force the Emperor into direct talks. Then, they would show the overwhelming power of Nazarick. That was how the operation should have gone. That was all Ainz knew. Even if the importance of why they had to impress the power of Nazarick onto the Emperor was still a mystery to him.
Because of that, he had no idea how to properly answer Shalltear. Aura continued after her.
"Shalltear is right. We went to their capital and it's nothing much, we could burn it all down."
Ainz glanced at the other Guardians. They all seemed to feel the same way. Even if they had no intention of going against the decision made by Ainz, their master, even if they thought it was the right way, doubts would still keep welling up. In addition, they wanted to know why Ainz made the decisions that he did, to understand his true intentions, so they could serve him more effectively.
If they did not know his motives, then the chances of them accidentally working against his aims would be higher. The Guardians felt uneasy about this lack of knowledge, so they watched Ainz with eager faces, ears pricked up so they would not miss a single word of his answer.
Ainz suppressed the stress he felt from being the focus of everyone's attention, and searched for a way out of this predicament.
First, I need to decide whether or not to affirm or deny Shalltear and Aura's words. If I agree, that means conquering the Empire is part of the plan. If I don't, it means we won't be conquering the Empire for now… but which side are Demiurge and Albedo hoping for? And what does Oshikuru-san think about it? Oh no, not good, I took too long…
With a cold smile on his face, Ainz laughed. He took a deep breath. The odds were one in two.
If he screwed up here, all he would have to do was change the course somehow. Besides, Aura and Shalltear aren't the brightest here, so I should probably disagree.
"… I feel that would be a foolish course of action…"
The light in the Guardians' eyes brightened as they heard Ainz' words. Good, that was probably not a mistake. But there were bad news anyway. After hearing the words of their great master, they wanted to learn the reason behind it, to gain some wisdom from that erudite mind of his.
I'm not what you think I am!
Ainz looked over to Demiurge. In order not to be mistaken as a full-fledged cry for help, he began softly and carefully.
"…Demiurge." A smart man like him should understand even if I just speak his name. That was Ainz' hope.
"Yes! Please forgive this incompetent vassal's inability to fully comprehend your long-term plans!"
"Ah, no, no, incompetent is a bit too much…"
"Once more, I offer my apologies! I beg for your forgiveness!"
"…Ah, ahhh…"
It's not like that! Why, why didn't you explain for me? This is bad, if I call on Demiurge again… why didn't he answer directly like as usual!? Then…
"…Albedo."
"I am moved to tears by the boundless compassion of Ainz-sama even towards lowly humans. As expected of our ruler!"
"…Umu."
He wanted answers more than he wanted praise. His last safety anchor was his friend.
"Oshikuru…" Please!
Luckily, he understood, though his answer was a short one. "Indeed. In your infinite wisdom, for this part of your great plan, we require just cause."
"Is. Such. A. Thing. Truly. Necessary, Oshikuru-sama?"
"The situation is different, Cocytus. Of course we could conquer the Empire with force alone, but if we did that, everyone would find out and to the least be on guard against us, we would raise too many enemies against us, especially nearby human countries. We already have a bad relationship with the Slane Theocracy… though that is also part of the plan.
Anyway, the point is that facing the Empire is different from dealing with primitive opponents like those lizardmen nobody knew of and cared for."
Ainz felt relieved as he came to understand the circumstances and spoke.
"Indeed it is. For those who have not yet understood, the general idea is 'While we were living peacefully in our secluded home, we were attacked and robbed by workers from the Empire. In anger, we killed them and sought their employer, the Emperor, to apologise.' Due to this, he said he would help us build a nation in order to make amends. So we will make the Emperor one of our collaborators in our plan."
"Oh, I see. But Ainz-sama, will they accept it just like that?"
"Whether they accept or not is immaterial, Aura. The truth does not need their approval."
That was what 'just cause' meant.
"Ah, does, does that mean, it was all for this? To, uh, to get the Emperor here?"
"Hm? What do you mean, Mare?"
"Y-yes. Er, talks, talks with the Emperor might leave traces behind, and because of that, you specially brought him here to minimize the amount of leaks when you spoke. I, I think that's it."
"―Hahaha. Indeed, it was. Well done, Mare."
Mare blushed shyly and smiled. As he looked at Mare's adorable smile, Ainz sighed in relief.
It was true, negotiating in the Empire might leave a lot of evidence behind. However, by bringing a limited amount of Empire personnel here, they could minimize the number of leaks and ensure it would not go on the record. This would be useful if investigations were made. Ainz was impressed by the foresight of Demiurge, who had arranged for talks to take place here in the first place.
Then he looked to the other Guardians.
"In addition, building a nation implies that we will be ruling several people. Turning countries into graveyards will only damage the name of Ainz Ooal Gown. I have already explained this concept, but it must never be forgotten. Now, has anyone noticed anything else?"
The eyes of all the Guardians were now focused on Demiurge. They must have felt that Demiurge, whom they believed was the brightest mind in Nazarick after Ainz, would surely have picked up on something. Ainz strongly hoped that would be the case.
"Kukukuku!"
Demiurge's laugh echoed through the room.
"…Did you really think that was the extent of Ainz-sama's plan?"
"Kuhuhu…"
"U-Uhm…?"
"Ehh?"
"What do you mean?"
"What. Did. You. Say?"
"…Hm?"
"Everyone, you need to think harder. Do you truly know so little about our incredible master?"
The Guardians nodded and murmured a mix of "Oh, yes, right, indeed".
Ainz swallowed and blinked as though he had been punched right in the face. The hell, why are you making things difficult for me! Fortunately, nobody could hear Ainz' internal monologue.
"Really now, did you think you could divine Ainz-sama's true intentions with just a simple answer? You are all too hasty, is that not why Ainz-sama did not immediately explain everything to you?"
All Guardians besides Albedo and Demiurge were starting to look a little uneasy. It was probably because they were unsure about whether they could serve well with their current brainpower. It all made Ainz even more grateful for his current body. It was easier to maintain a poker face this way.
"Really… Ainz-sama. I believe it is now time to inform us of your true objective. After all, our future efforts will all be dedicated to achieving it."
At Albedo's words, everyone's attention, save Oshikuru's, went to Ainz. The Guardians' earnest and pleading expressions seemed to say, "Please enlighten this foolish one".
After looking over everyone, Ainz took a deep breath. No, he took several deep breaths. Then, he slowly rose from his chair and offered praise to those two.
"… As expected of Demiurge and the Overseer of the Guardians, Albedo. To think you two could discern my true aims…"
"No, Ainz-sama's schemes are elaborate and farsighted. I cannot hope to compare with my love. And I believe what I understand is only a portion of your plans", Said Albedo as she respectfully bowed in response to Ainz' praise just like Demiurge.
When the devil raised his head, he declared: "I have heard that some of the maids speak of you as a genius. They're right. To think, assuming the role of Momon the adventurer was part of your master plan. Now he has become an effective alternative to levelling a country."
Ainz nodded in smug self-satisfaction, but his heart was a vortex of doubt. …What's he saying? Momon? What is the name of that adventurer from E-Rantel doing here?
"What does this all mean?"
Shalltear's question carried a hint of jealousy, it was probably because only two people could think on the same level as her beloved master. As she saw Demiurge's faint smile and Albedo's beaming victor's smile, Aura could not help but puff up her cheeks.
"Ainz-sama, tell us too. We want to be useful as well!"
The other Guardians chimed in.
"Th-then, um, uh, please tell us!"
"To. Begin. With. We. Should. Not. Need. To. Have. It. Spelled. Out. For Us. Please. Forgive. This. Foolish One."
"I pray you will enlighten us in this matter, Ainz-sama."
"There is no greater joy in life for us than to serve you."
Ainz could not help but feel his heart ache with guilt as he heard the Guardians lament behind him. His emotions should have been suppressed, but the pain he felt was uncontrollable. Should I come clean and admit my own incompetence? Ainz's myriad doubts and speculations would not allow him to say that.
And the presence of his one true friend was very helpful. Indeed, Oshikuru came to Ainz's rescue yet again.
"Ainz-sama's great plan stretches far beyond our dealings with the Empire, do not be troubled by not being able to keep up with his incredible mind. After all, he is the Supreme Leader, even I do not always foresee the things that are so clear to him even in the future. Which is why explaining everything to others is so difficult for him. Besides, he likes to surprise us.
But, about this part of the plan, I can see you have already understood it, Demiurge and Albedo. So I suggest you share it with the other Guardians."
Nice assist, my friend Ainz thought. He cast aside his doubts and, thrusting the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown forward, he turned to Albedo and Demiurge.
"Indeed. I permit you two to explain to the others."
"Understood."
After Albedo nodded to Demiurge, he began explaining to his comrades and, most importantly, to his superiors, what was going to happen.
The structure of the carriages had not changed between the journey to and from Nazarick, but for some reason every slight bump and movement along the way back seemed magnified.
The reason was probably because of the gloomy atmosphere in the carriage's interior.
Or it might be because of the change in the composition of the carriage's occupants. In place of Fluder was one of his acolytes. In place of Roune there was one of his scribes. The two original occupants of the carriage who remained were Jircniv and Baziwood.
While Roune had to stay in Nazarick, Fluder was not here because he wanted to discuss what he had seen with his disciples. In his stead, he had sent an acolyte (the one who picked the shortest straw) to take his place in Jircniv's carriage. Though the caster was skilled, he was still a far cry from his master. In all likelihood, the discussion in Fluder's carriage was probably at a feverish intensity. The mood in their carriage would probably be the polar opposite of this one.
In Jircniv's carriage, there was only silence. The grim mood continued pervading. The one who had made it this way was Jircniv himself. His face was hard and his expression as bitter as if he had chewed on a lotus root.
The man who was known and feared as the Blood Emperor was a man who typically wore a cold smile on his face. In truth, that expression was carefully rehearsed. This was because he had to cultivate the impression of a strong emperor among his people. If a person who stood above all others could not make a striking impression on everyone, it would cause unease among those who followed him.
However, it seemed that even these three people, who knew Jircniv the best, had never seen this look on Jircniv's face. Everyone present knew this, which was why they kept quiet. Even if he felt them looking at him, Jircniv did not plan to say a thing. The reason for that was abundantly clear.
Or rather, if anyone could think of anything else, Jircniv would split open that person's head to see what was inside. Chances are, he would find a brain the size of his pinky finger.
The Great Tomb of Nazarick… In truth, calling it a tomb is grossly inappropriate. That's an undead king's castle! All those frightening beings, and beyond them, the spectre of Death which sat upon a throne.
And it was not just fear they felt. They had seen myriad luxuries, glittering architecture, and all manner of decorations. Nobody could remain unawed by that.
Jircniv could easily predict the difficulties his country would have, in the face of that being which possessed superlative military and economic power, among other things. If a country's leader was strong, he would give his people a sense of security. However strong a country might be nobody could feel confident if it were led by a sheep. Fortunately, the Empire was a lion through and through. And then, all of a sudden, a dragon had appeared before them. How would the Empire's citizens feel about that? Jircniv stared down at his hands, which were clenched so tight all the color had gone from them. No, it's not over yet. There hasn't been a decisive defeat yet.
Jircniv grinned. It was a smile that fit the name of the Blood Emperor. Perhaps they were waiting for the return of that cold smile, but a feeling of relief came over each of his subordinates. Jircniv could not help but smile genuinely as he saw this.
"Don't stare so hard. Aren't you losing your focus here?"
"Your Majesty!"
The three voices overlapped. There were hints of joy within them, joy that their Emperor had come back to them. As Jircniv realised what he should be doing, he nodded vigorously.
"To begin with, I would like to confirm if everyone is feeling conflicted about that place. If anyone has a differing opinion, feel free to give it. Who knows, I might be the one who has gotten things wrong. Well then… I suppose we should start with the most important thing, what does everyone think of the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz Ooal Gown?"
Jircniv deliberately said the name of that super-class monster a beat slower than normal. Then, he explained his view. "Ainz Ooal Gown is a monster among monsters who can easily create Death Knights, and if we make an enemy of him, the Empire may well be destroyed. However, even if we do not antagonize him, there is a chance he might kill us all anyway, because he is undead and he would take joy in it. Does anyone disagree?
"No."
"It is as His Majesty says."
"Ah, we agree, then. While we're at it, I do not believe we can defeat that being. Frankly speaking, I do not think we can gather enough blades to face him, even if we mustered all the armies of the Empire."
After receiving three similar replies, Jircniv continued speaking.
"In addition, I can sense that as an absolute ruler, he has the charisma that befits a king."
"Ah, yes, his presence was truly formidable. It felt like he was more of a leader than our Emperor."
"Baziwood-dono!"
"It is fine. That is a fact. The frightening thing is that he said just one sentence, and from that sentence I could feel the immense pressure of a tyrant."
"Yes, something like 'You're making too much noise. Quiet down.' Was that it?"
Jircniv nodded lightly to the scribe.
"That was without doubt the attitude which Ainz Ooal Gown adopted as the king of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
"Also… the scariest thing about that monster is the way he thinks. He's a rare breed of schemer whose every move is made with a purpose… don't look so surprised, you lot. Think about it. He's probably predicted the flow of all we have discussed so far. Otherwise, why would he release us so easily? An opponent with so much power, who doesn't use brawn, but brains? He is no mere mindless brute."
That was the most troublesome part about him.
"After that, let us talk about his followers. What do you think of them?"
This time, he pushed his subordinates for their opinions.
"The ones nearer to him must have been his closest aides. There was only one by his side, so it should be his second-in-command. Given that it was a huge, muscular demon, he might also be a bodyguard. Personally, I can assure you it is the strongest fighter my eyes have ever seen," said Baziwood with a serious face. The others mumbled in agreement.
"And the black-winged woman on top of the stairs… she should be his queen, right? It seemed that way, from her attitude."
The jaw-dropping beauty in the white dress. Even if the smile on her face was not a wholesome one, it still possessed a charm that would set people's hearts ablaze. In the face of her beauty, there would be many men who would be consumed by their desires and long to see that smile directed at them.
As for the black wings at her waist, one could tell they were not magic items or items of clothing. The main reason was because they looked far too natural. Although she looked like a winged human and there were tribes of humans with wings, she also had horns, so she should probably be a demon too.
"She might well be. Could she be Ainz Ooal Gown's wife, or his favourite concubine anyway? If she's his wife, then, how about his… never mind. Though, if he's a skeleton, then he should only have bones for a body. Or was he wearing a mask? Who knows?"
Still, although Jircniv said that, none of them felt that it was a mask, and it was probably not an illusion either.
"And there's also Demiurge, who can control people with his voice… is he a bard? Frogs look like they could sing."
Bards had the ability to use the power of music and song to produce magical effects. The power of Demiurge to control people through simple words was very similar to that. In addition, he had also heard that the fey creatures called Lorelei had an ability similar to his. However, that creature was nothing like the beautiful beings that were the fey. He was absolutely certain of that.
"Ah, I see. A bard, then? That does sound quite similar. And there was a gigantic insect as well, I believe. What was that?"
"Although I think it could be some sort of insect-type species… I don't know much about ant-men, so I think you would be better served asking Master about it."
"In my opinion, that was a warrior as well. He carried a halberd and I could see he was ready to use it. But I have never seen a similar creature."
The world was huge. There were many species that were not widely known and some of them could spontaneously mutate. Also, according to the legends, monster kings were known to be more developed than normal. It was similar to how ant queens were different from normal ants.
"In that case, the remaining ones are the old butler, the silver-haired girl and those two dark elves. Leaving the butler and the latter two aside, who's that girl? Could she be another concubine?""Hmm… That might just be a ruse. I felt she was extremely strong." Baziwood's words were infused with seriousness as he kept going.
"It's true, in all likelihood the ones closest to that monster Ainz were probably his aides. However, that doesn't mean they're all strong. Think about it, if the only criterion to be His Majesty's follower was strength and he surrounded himself with say a hundred copies of me, the government would crumble in short order. Also, every creature in the throne room was powerful.
Simply put, some of those were chosen to be his close aides for reasons other than strength."
"I see," came the scattered replies.
Jircniv could confidently agree with that. Since their attention had been stolen by Ainz Ooal Gown's might, they could only look at how she was lined up with the dark elves and conclude that the silver-haired girl was a strong being. Of course, it would be scary if another person had the same power as that dark elf. However, being led into a false conclusion by prior prejudice was also a bad thing.
"That's a good point," Jircniv said as he looked at his subordinates. "I share your opinions. Come to think of it, if all his followers were undead, that would be easy to explain… but from the looks of things, he's gathered all sorts of monsters under him."
"Well, rather than call it a monster gallery, you could say it's a wealth of talent…"
Jircniv could not help but smile at Baziwood's blunt words.
"Indeed. We should probably try and learn more about these fellows. Apart from that… there's the matter of that fortress. Is there anything in the records about a place like that? There should be something written about it, right?"
"Regretfully, I know nothing about it. But he said he wants to 'rebuild' his nation, so unless he was lying there must be some story about it. When we return to the capital, I will immediately look into it. I will begin with myths and legends. Although, honestly, how can such a wicked monster create such a wondrous domain?"
There was no answer. Which meant that this was a question they all had.
"We won't get an answer. As I thought, we just don't have enough information. All we can do is squeeze out as much as we can from Roune, who's stationed over there, and from the fellow who will be coming over to the Empire. Do you understand?"
"Of course. We will try not to arouse hostility in the opposition, or make them suspicious."
"There is no try here. The enemy's strength is overwhelmingly superior to our own. You need to move carefully so you don't break the false alliance we have."
As the scribe lowered his head, Jircniv suddenly felt the weight sliding off his shoulders.
"…We've done a bad thing to the people we brought along, haven't we?"
That was why he had only just now started to mention the girls who had not been released ever since they had been packed into the carriages.
Originally, the girls were to be offered to Ainz Ooal Gown in order to tie him to the Empire. Sex was a universal weapon in any place or era. Perhaps the Imperial intelligence agencies should have prepared professional honeytraps, but since the use of magic could potentially complicate things, they had instead selected pure, innocent girls instead.
"Although I think this is disrespectful to the courage they gathered up to bid farewell to their family, don't you think they should be happy now?"
"Maybe? Being able to gain that monster's love is a pretty impressive thing."
"Yes, a woman who would gladly make love to such a monster would be very brave."
Although Baziwood shook his head and said that no such people existed, that was a naive way of thinking. Jircniv could attest to that, being thoroughly familiar with the secret battles that women fought, with his mother poisoning her own husband as an example.
"Some women are braver than men think, they act for passion and gain. There should never be a shortage of women out there who are willing to offer their bodies even to that skeleton king. In that sense, we're the ones who should be happy now. After all, one of them might tell Ainz Ooal Gown that we threatened to kill her and her family."
Although the only response to his words were bitter smiles, Jircniv believed that might actually happen. Jircniv's revolution, pushed through with autocratic power and force of arms, had made him a lot of enemies in the nobles he had displaced. Of course, there were some people who approved, but in truth, the people he could really trust were only a few of his close aides and his mentor Fluder…
Suddenly, a question struck him like a lightning bolt. It was about Fluder. Not only was Fluder his mentor, but he was also a pillar of the Empire and its trump card. He was a man that even Jircniv revered as the highest hero of the Empire. Jircniv was keenly aware that beneath his sage-like face was a near-fanatical desire to explore the depths of magic. It was because of that desire that he had his doubts.
It was way too out of character for Fluder. Ainz Ooal Gown was a magic caster that far surpassed Fluder. He could effortlessly create the Death Knights, legendary undead Fluder could not even control. Then, why leave the tomb without asking a single question to the great undead caster?
If it were Gramps, he would probably beg that wicked monster for magical knowledge, right? He would prostrate before him and offer everything.
That was a very practical way of thinking.
Everyone had knelt before Demiurge back then. However, it might have just been a distraction to focus their attention on that bizarre situation while he used the opportunity to perform some sort of mind control on Fluder. Still, I can't imagine Ainz Ooal Gown wanting to take Fluder as a minion. Even if he's the Empire's trump card, when compared to that monster's power he's little more than a speck of dust.
But Fluder's accumulated knowledge would be valuable in and of itself. In addition, if he could take control of him, the Empire's military power would plummet and they would lose their finest weapon against Ainz Ooal Gown. It would be like putting a collar on a slave.
Is this what they're aiming at? What else is there?… was it because Gramps already knew? Did he know about Ainz Ooal Gown's power beforehand—
―In that moment, shock ran through him like a lightning strike even more than earlier. His sweat flowed like a river.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Are you alright? Shall we call a priest―"
"—No. No need for that."
"Eh?"
"I said, there is no need. That's right… no need."
Jircniv glanced at his panicked subordinates, then he was once more consumed in a maelstrom of contemplation. Am I afraid?… Me? His mind was a chaotic mess, he couldn't link one thought to another. Or rather, it was more like he didn't want to link them together and deliberately avoided it. But… No! If I run away from this now, it will only invite disaster upon us! Calm down. I have to calm down. I have to calm down and think.
For starters, let's consider Gramps. Assuming that Gramps already knew about Ainz Ooal Gown's power… no, if he did know about his power, then his weird actions could be easily explained. So Gramps has some kind of deal going on with that monster, but that's impossible! Unless…
No, that's not right, Jircniv. When Gramps saw the Death Knight, the fear on his face was genuine. Which is proof that he didn't know about Ainz Ooal Gown's power… or not. Maybe, what he was not aware of, was that fellow's ability to control Death Knights. He probably knew about Ainz Ooal Gown from the beginning.
It was like putting the pieces of a jigsaw together, to reveal a or horrifying picture.
So, Fluder knows that monster. From how long ago were they in cahoots? From the beginning? That's right. Fluder was involved with every step of this mess, from the discovery of the tomb to the dispatch of the workers.
He had finally made a connection between all the scattered pieces of the puzzle. When one thought about it that way, most of the mysteries could be brought to light.
"… He betrayed me. Treachery. He's sold us out."
The words were spoken like a bitter grudge… or perhaps, like a child crying. Jircniv slowly turned back to his subordinates. They knew they were not permitted to ask questions and thus remained silent.
"Fluder Paradyne has betrayed us all. That being the case, what damage will this do to the Empire? Can we put him in a sinecure and place him under house arrest?"
Everyone could not help but stare at that unbelievable statement.
"How, how is that possible, Your Majesty? This is too much for a joke."
Uncontrollable anger burned in Jircniv as the acolyte spoke. He wanted to shout, "That's not what I want to hear, useless idiot!" but he held his tongue. The reason why he could do that was also because a young Jircniv was saying in his head that he didn't want to accept those words either.
Jircniv had grown up watching the brutal politics of the darkest side of noble society. With that, the adult Jircniv took a deep breath and exhaled the blazing heat in his chest and the burning emotions in his heart.
"I will say this one more time. Fluder Paradyne has betrayed us. That being the case, what damage will this do to the Empire?"
His subordinates looked at each other and, after a few seconds of this, the acolyte spoke.
"It is difficult to imagine. The amount of damage cannot be estimated with a single glance. With master around, we were confident of overcoming any other country, save the Argland Republic. We have been able to remain uninvolved with the petty politics of other nations thus far because of that."
He looked at the scribe, seeking approval. The man turned pale and nodded.
"If he knows he's been found out, he may start taking more open action."
"Don't we have an intelligence agency for this sort of thing?… Ah, I see. Fluder's experience on it is extensive, he's the one who showed us."
"It is as you say, Your Majesty."
"… If that is the case, then we will have an incredible amount of work to do. First, let us decide who Fluder's successor will be. Are there any suitable candidates?"
The flames of desire burned bright in the acolyte's eyes as he heard those words and Jircniv could not help but smile internally. The position of being Fluder's successor as the Imperial Court Wizard was a mouth-watering temptation. After all, it was a position that gave one the right to administer and manage the Magic Academy and casters throughout the Empire.
Because the position had always been filled by that great hero, nobody else could claim it. Even if one had the ambition for it, their opponent was far too strong to overcome by wicked means. And now, this hitherto sealed-off position had been offered. Greed is good. Desire drives progress. I do approve of that sort of desire. However, I should probably ask, just in case…
"… One must bear in mind that as the Imperial Court Wizard, one may be called upon to do battle with that monster."
The flames of the acolyte's ambition went out in that instant. He could not even bring himself to be excited about it. The position he had longed for became one he wished to avoid more than anything else in the world. He would have a better chance of surviving a jump off a tall cliff into a shoal of rocks than he would in spell battle against Ainz Ooal Gown. As the acolyte thought about that prospect, a new look came into his eyes. It was the look of a frightened mouse which had been cornered by a predator.
The hopes in Jircniv's heart died. He could tell that this man did not have the courage to take on Ainz Ooal Gown. Or rather, he should never have expected that in the first place. The wizard said:
"Yes! In that case, I know some people who could use 4th tier of magic; how about selecting one of them? Granted, I do know some spells of that tier, but I am not very skilled in their use."
"… Aren't you the most skilled of the acolytes?"
"How, how could that be? There are many more excellent than I. When we return, I shall give their names to you immediately!"
It was only obvious that a man would want to give up everything when asked to fight a monster like that. However, what he needed was a man who would not lose his fighting spirit even in that event.
…That won't work, huh. It would probably be better to consider that anyone who knows of Ainz Ooal Gown won't have the courage to fight him. That means I'll have to hand that task to people who haven't met that being yet. Perhaps these ignorant folk will be driven by desire and struggle even more desperately against him.
He had been dealt a bad hand of cards. However, he had no choice but to play them, since the young Emperor was not going to bend over to Ainz Ooal Gown.
"…I see. Then, gather information on them and then conduct interviews. After that, we'll want to have our intelligence people ready to deal with that fellow. However, we still need to help Ainz Ooal Gown, so for the time being, we'll have to be his obedient dogs, in order to build good relations with him."
"Understood."
'His obedient dogs.' Nobody objected to that turn of phrase. How could anyone who had seen the Great Tomb of Nazarick do so?
"Then, Your Majesty. How long will we wag for that monster? Will our children have to roll over when he commands it? Our grandchildren?"
Jircniv clenched his fists and began explaining his strategy to fight Ainz Ooal Gown.
"We, and by 'we' I mean the Empire, Re-Estize, the Theocracy, the Republic, the Holy Kingdom and other countries will come together in an alliance. It will be a grand alliance aimed at defeating Ainz Ooal Gown."
Three pairs of eyes bulged.
"… What's there to be surprised about? No single nation can defeat that monster. Then, all we can hope for is to bring all the neighboring countries into an alliance so we can turn the tide."
"Are, are we really going to fight him?"
"Yes."
Jircniv's reply was simple and curt.
"Rather, if we do not fight, we have no chance of survival."
"Then why are we helping that monster found a country?!"
"Because that is the first step in the formation of this grand alliance."
Jircniv looked at everyone.
"Are you listening? Good. We are currently on the outskirts of E-Rantel, a strategic location at the borders of the Empire, the Kingdom, and the Theocracy. If that monster Gown wants to found a nation there, he will be making enemies of all three of those nations."
Jircniv took a breath and continued. "And another thing. Gown is undead. I doubt he will treat humans, or any living being for that matter, with anything approaching decency. The people will not suffer the rule of an undead king. There will be rebellion, which will promptly be stamped out by that monster. The Kingdom will not be happy about yielding land to him either and I doubt the Theocracy, the strongest nation in the vicinity, will do nothing."
"But, Your Majesty! If the Empire helps him in his endeavours, we will be seen as collaborators, right? The nearby nations will be on guard against us. That grand alliance you speak of will not count the Empire among them! And even if they beat that monster, we'll be next, or worse, they might target us first!"
Jircniv smirked. "We will work behind the scenes. We need to let the other countries know that the Empire is secretly plotting against Gown's nation. It'll be difficult, but it's also the only way."
"… Will they really believe us? If it were me, I would think it was a trap."
"Then, we will have to convince them by showing them Ainz Ooal Gown's strength. If only there was a way we could show to the other nations his terrible power… no matter what, we need to ensure things develop in that direction. For example, letting him show his magic power on the battlefield."
"… Couldn't the Empire just not help Gown build his nation and feign ignorance of everything?"
Jircniv glared at the scribe as though he were retarded.
"At the very least, we need to secure the safety of the nation before we can engage in cloak and dagger business. If Gown destroys the Empire, what do you plan to do besides running away, if you're still alive?"
Jircniv was merely choosing the lesser of two evils.
"In addition to everything I've already said, the Empire will be pretending to aid that monster while secretly forming an alliance against him. If we're exposed, there's a good chance we will be the first country that monster crushes. Or, he will use us as a live sacrifice to frighten all neighboring countries into submission. Have no doubts about that."
"Ah, if it was Your Majesty, I'm sure you would go through with that."
"… I will take that as praise and accept it. Because of that, we cannot be the ones to propose that grand alliance. We need to let other countries make the first move. What we should do is gather as much information about Nazarick as we can, as well as find someone who can defeat Gown."
"Do people like that really exist?"
Given the tone with which it was said, nobody would have believed those words came from the acolyte. Gown was an unimaginably powerful opponent, who might be unbeatable even by the mightiest dragonlords. He was an opponent that made people think that way.
And to that, Jircniv issued a confident reply.
"Indeed, they do."
"People like that really exist?!"
"Don't they? Look within that throne room."
When he put it that way, it seemed obvious enough.
The monsters arrayed with Ainz. Aura, Mare, the silver haired girl, the butler, the insect, Demiurge, the winged woman, the huge demon. He was referring to them.
"…Do you plan to induce a revolt?"
"Although I don't think that may be possible, we should still prepare for it, just in case. We need to prepare wealth, prestige, members of the opposite sex and so on to make us seem at least a little bit attractive to them."
"It will be very dangerous, right?"
"Indeed, it will. But Ainz Ooal Gown styles himself as a tyrant. With a master like that, surely they will jump at the chance to betray him, won't they? However, even if that is not the case, we have to take action. This is not just a conflict between nations anymore."
Jircniv looked at the three of them with a resolute expression on his face.
"What comes is a war for the survival of humankind— no, of the living. It will be a fight for the future. Devote your hearts and souls to it."
"… And so, I think the Emperor will try to put a scheme like that into practice. If he were too foolish, his actions might fall outside the predicted range, but I think the chances of that will be low, based on his personality. Reading the movements of a slightly-above-average intellect that imagines himself a genius is easier than trying to predict the actions of a complete moron or a coward."
"In other words, Demiurge, you're saying the Emperor will try to form an alliance in order to defeat Ainz-sama, right?"
"Mmm, he's surprisingly stupid."
"T-then, s-shouldn't we take the initiative and w-wipe him out first?"
Mare followed up after Shalltear and Aura, but there was no anger in his voice. It was more like he was deciding whether or not to pick up a rock he found along the side of the road.
"More important than this problem is―"
Sebas wanted to speak, but someone else had already anticipated what he was going to say.
"―Is the fact that he actually thinks we would betray Ainz-sama, is that it?"
"Really. It. Seems. The. Emperor. Does. Not. Know. The. Meaning. Of. Loyalty."
Mocking laughter filled the room. Did he really think they would ever betray Ainz, one of the 42 Supreme Beings who made them?
Although this was nothing more than Demiurge's hypothesis, it was enough to upset the Guardians. A cold light gleamed in Mare's usually shy eyes.
"Welp, I'm not as mad as Mare, but I'm still pretty mad. Shall we kill them all?"
Shalltear laughed as she saw Aura in a black mood. "I'll turn him into a vampire. After all, if he's good enough, there's no reason he can't serve in Nazarick."
Although Cocytus had remained silent, his large mandibles made a dangerous clacking sound.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you do remember that we are in the presence of Ainz-sama?"
As they heard Sebas' cold, clear voice, anger vanished like mist in the wind.
"Kuhu ― Mm. That's right, everyone, please calm down. Please recall what Demiurge just said. All of this has been arranged. What can we enjoy if not the antics of this clown? Instead, we should be grateful because all of this is nothing more than a part of Ainz-sama's master plan. Right, Ainz-sama?"
Hooh… Ainz-sama's plan, huh. I see. A special plan concocted by someone with the same name as me. Making the Baharuth Empire ally with and struggle against Nazarick was part of that plan too, huh… I have no idea what that's all about. If only I could ask this Ainz fellow about it!
However, running away from reality like this would not change anything. Honestly, Ainz wanted to ask about the details of the plan, and what about Ainz that Demiurge and Albedo were imagining.
However, he could not do that yet again. Ainz turned his line of sight toward Albedo. There, he saw a woman looking back at him, a thin strand of dewy liquid connecting her half-open lips to the golden web of her dress. Her eyes were wet with fascination and her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink. It was because she believed that everything was proceeding as planned, because she was so overcome by her master's insight, that she was reacting like this.
As such, Ainz could no longer deny them. Who could say "What?" when the mood was like this?
With regard to Albedo's question, there was only one answer Ainz could give.
"Indeed. That is the case."
He wanted to praise his voice for not wavering.
"Ohhh," the Guardians chorused in respect.
"Kuhuhuhu!" Albedo spread her arms, and with them, her wings at her waist opened up as well.
"Ainz-sama wishes to take over peacefully and rule with love and compassion. Yet, the Baharuth Empire has decided to form a vile conspiracy against this paradise on earth. In the near future, Ainz-sama will show these countries the true meaning of kindness. Is that not the cause that he seeks?"
"How I look forward to that day. Everything rests in the palm of Ainz-sama's hand. When that moron finds out, I wonder what sort of face will he make… after all, Ainz-sama always thinks several moves ahead."
"Indeed, the Supreme Beings' wisdom is far beyond our ability to match. Had it not been created the 'Thunder & Lightning' party, it would be difficult to rule E-Rantel peacefully."
"…Perhaps we could use the Golden Princess to achieve similar effects, but that would be a waste of a trump card. She is a human being, but she will be an excellent pawn."
"Ah, after hearing that, I too wish to take a look at her."
"Then, after we found our nation, shall we have her be an envoy to us? After all, bargains must be kept—"
"—You. Two. Have. Gone. Off. Topic. You. Are. Wasting. The. Supreme. Beings'. Precious. Time."
Ainz and Oshikuru responded with a simple "It's fine" to their hurried apologies.
In truth, the Supreme Leader had learned a lot from their casual conversation and he had gained time to think of more excuses. To Ainz, that had been a valuable opportunity.
"But truth to be told, the Supreme Beings are really amazing," Shalltear said.
"That's right, Shalltear. After all, Ainz-sama and Oshikuru-sama prepared a plan that managed to astound even Albedo and Demiurge…"
"A-as expected of. the Supreme Beings. Y-you're too cool. I-I really admire you."
"…My. Foolish. Self. Is. Ashamed. Of. My. Lack. Of. Intelligence."
"All I can say is that our inability to keep up with our master's considerations is truly unbecoming."
The Guardians' praise stabbed at Ainz like swords. He glanced at Oshikuru who seemed to ignore that praise in a dignified manner. After all, in his demonic aspect, it was really hard to read him.
Although Ainz could not help but think of such praise as mockery, the Guardians eyes were filled with respect and loyalty, their worship of him was genuine. Therefore, he did not contradict them, but instead used his acting skills to answer as usual.
"There is nothing of that sort. It was merely a coincidence. And in the end, Demiurge and Albedo saw right through our plan."
"No, if Ainz-sama had not responded that way, I would not have been able to connect the dots."
"Demiurge is correct. Planning so far ahead without any knowledge of the situation is a feat only possible by the Supreme Beings."
"It's true! Ainz-sama and Oshikuru-sama are really amazing!" Aura exclaimed.
"Mm! R-really amazing!"
"I. Have. Long. Known. Our. Masters. Possessed. Excellent. Abilities. But. I. Could. Not. Imagine. The. Extent. Of. It…"
Oi, oi, shut up. That's enough, Ainz-san's the leader, thought Oshikuru fearing to end up behind a desk even in the New World. "I do help out, but it is Ainz-sama alone who is full of compassion and overflows with wisdom..."
"…Ahh." The Guardians reacted.
"Come to think of it, there is a matter that needs to be decided. Although I have no problems addressing Ainz-sama as 'King', I fear that simply leaving his title as such will invite confusion with all those maggots surrounding us. I feel we must consider a more fitting form of address for Ainz-sama." The Guardians unanimously approved Demiurge's suggestion.
"Do you approve, Ainz-sama?"
"… It is fine. Do as you see fit."
Being called King Ainz Ooal Gown was bad enough. His emotion override had already kicked in several times when he thought about the implications of naming himself a king.
"Does anyone have any suggestions?"
"Then, allow me to begin," Shalltear said as she raised her hand. "The name we choose should obviously indicate Ainz-sama's incredible beauty. I feel the Beautiful King would be fitting."
"Ohhh", the Guardians chorused in approval.
Beautiful King Ainz Ooal Gown? Me?
Glancing at Oshikuru, who said nothing, he was sure his friend was laughing on the inside.
"Oh, me! Meee!" Aura piped up as she raised her hand. "The name should highlight Ainz-sama's power! How about the Powerful King, or Power King for short?"
"I see", the Guardians murmured.
Eh? Power King Ainz Ooal Gown? Seriously?
"Then, then. M-may I try? Erm… because Ainz-sama is very kind, it might be good to let people know that. Then, then, m-maybe we could try, the Merciful King?"
The Guardians nodded.
… Merciful King Ainz Ooal Gown? No, that's not it.
"As for me…" Demiurge paused for effect. "… To praise Ainz-sama's exalted intellect, I propose the Wise King."
Wise King Ainz Ooal Gown? …I feel bad about saying no, but I'll pass on that. It reminds me too much of that hamster.
"What do you think, Sebas?"
In response to Albedo's question, Sebas replied, "I think a simple 'king' will do."
"Then, I shall go. Because he is the Supreme Being who stands atop all other Supreme Beings, I think the term Supreme King would be appropriate."
The Guardians once more murmured in approval.
Supreme King Ainz Ooal Gown? If they all say that… it sounds awfully over-the-top, but after all…
"How about you, Cocytus? Although it might be a bit difficult to compete with Supreme King, do you have any titles you feel are fitting of Ainz-sama?"
"Umu. In. The. Future. Ainz-sama. Will. Rule. Many. People. Therefore. He. Will. Be. A. Magician. Who. Rules. As. A. King. I. Think. Sorcerer. King. Will. Best. Fit. That."
The Guardians did not reply immediately.
However, all of them looked at Ainz. From the look in their eyes, they all felt there was no better title than that one, although Albedo seemed a little disappointed hers wasn't.
I like that, but… "Oshikuru-san?"
"Sorcerer King sounds really cool, approved."
With a smile only the Hellking's eyes could see, Ainz said: "Very well. I shall use this suggestion."
Ainz slowly rose to his feet.
"When our nation is founded, I shall crown myself the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown!"
Ainz waved his hands in embarrassment to ward of the thunderous applause which followed. In truth, his back was starting to feel a little itchy.
"About that title, of course it will only be temporary. That fool Jircniv dares to call himself Emperor, but when the time comes there will be only one Empire, ruled by the Sorcerer Emperor everyone will bow to," Said Oshikuru whilst grinning.
An awed "Ooohhh!" came from the Floor Guardians.
Ainz felt boosted. "Excellent! Let's show him the power of Nazarick in the war between Re-Estize and Baharuth!"
"It is as Ainz-sama says. They wish to investigate the limits of Ainz-sama's power. Little do they know, they have played right into our hands."
Demiurge continued, in an excellent mood.
"Before negotiations can take place, the most important thing is to strike a mighty blow to the other party and let them understand the gap between our might and theirs. Foolish creatures like humans will do foolish things because they do not realize how powerful their opponents are. They do not know that their wisest option is to bow their heads and lick Ainz-sama's boots."
"Letting humans lick Ainz-sama's boots has been considered, but should that not be a reward?"
"I see. As expected of Albedo. Ah, but if I had to lick Ainz-sama, I would choose his body…"
Ainz decided to ignore Shalltear and Albedo's side conversation.
"Then, everyone. Begin the task of exalting the name of Nazarick!"
"Understood!"
The Guardians' shout of acknowledgement blended into one as they bowed before the Overlord and the Hellking.