A/N Season 2 epilogue part 2
Alt title: Zamaina
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-Northern Warehouse District, 6am-
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Zamaina "Inazama" POV
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"Alright." I sigh as I put my bow on my back and start walking. "Come on, Lysithea."
"Uh, right!" She nods eagerly and follows after me as I start walking. Using my senses to look for a more secluded spot. "Um, where are we going?"
"Hold on." I hold up a finger as I cast Message.
[Yo, Yolked out Brook. What's on the docket?] I message.
[Yolked out, what? Never mind, I don't want to know.] He asks back.
[It's a One Piece reference you uncultured philistine!] I poke.
[How am I supposed to know!? It was like, ten thousand episodes! No one can sit through that.] He whines.
[It's called commitment. Not that a virgin like you would know. Only true Chads understand the endeavors true anime believers go through.] I recite.
[True Chad? You sound so old sometimes, you know that, right?] He messages.
I guess I would sound old when using slang from my old life, which was a hundred years before the launch of Yggdrasil.
[Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I'm about to take Ninya to speak with her sister. Check on Nazarick and all that. Anything I need to know or do?]
[Um, not that I can think of. I'll come up with a cover and let you know later.] He tells me.
[Sounds good.] I cut the message once we're done.
About two minutes of walking and we finally reach a spot without anyone in sight who can see us. And I cast gate on a wall.
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-Nazarick, 9th floor, 6:10 am-
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Lysithea "Ninya" Veyron POV
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"She's in here." Lord Zamaina says in his deeper, original voice. Now back in his normal form as he gestures to an ornate, yet comparatively plain door. White wood engraved with gold vines on its surface.
Lord Zamaina reaches for the door, or at least I think that's what he's doing. But it must have been just a command to the maid following us as she rushes forward and opens the door for us.
"The Supreme Being of Ambition and Nature, Lord Zamaina grants you, his presence." The tall, blonde maid announces with a low bow as she steps aside for us.
"Hmph, so that's the title they've settled on." I hear Lord Zamaina mutter as he steps forward into the room.
I want to go in, see my sister. But I can't seem to make my feet move. They just, won't. No matter how much I tell them to.
'It's been six years.' I think anxiously. 'How would she feel about me being, and then there's all this. Would she hate me? Be afraid? What would we even talk about?'
"Ninya." Lord Zamaina says, patting his side and causing me to go to his side out of sheer habit.
I look around, and spot a well dressed, elderly butler standing beside a blonde girl. Back straight and arms behind his back. I take a second look at the girl, and I recognize my sister sat on the edge of a plush and luxurious bed. Gold frame and red linens.
She's a bit taller, and fuller. Her face is cleaner. But it's her!
"Tuare?" I ask shakily, my voice cracking unintentionally.
"I'll leave you here to discuss. Take your time." Lord Zamaina says and looks to the butler. "Sebas."
"Y-yes, my lord?" The man says, sounding slightly distracted. And I think I see a worried look in my sister's face as she looks to the butler.
"Stay here. And attend to their needs as you deem fit." Lord Zamaina says after a bit of pause. And I see the worried look in my sister's eyes soften.
"As you command, my lord." The butler, Sebas, says as he gives a bow.
Lord Zamaina leaves, the door closing with a barely audible click behind him. And I'm once again filled with that sense of uncertainty.
"Are, are you really?" Tuare says in a soft, timid voice.
"It, it is." I say quietly. "It's me, Thea."
The mention of my nickname brings some recognition to her eyes. A little bit of life returning to her face, before it fades.
"Lysithea didn't have black hair." She says quietly. "Her hair was brown."
"A-about that." I say awkwardly as I touch the mask on my face. Having forgotten it was on after wearing it for a week straight. "Um, there's, a lot that's happened since, you left."
"Since I was kidnapped." She says coldly, well, coldly for her.
I don't recall her being this soft spoken. Sure, she was quiet, but she wasn't this, subdued.
"Well, yeah." I say and swallow some spit gathering in my mouth. "But um, okay. So, I imagine you'll have questions. But, please don't freak out."
I reach up, grabbing my mask and slowly take it off. Keeping my eyes closed in fear of what she'll do. But eventually, I open them. And hear her gasp.
"I know what it looks like-mm!" I go to explain. But I'm caught off guard as my sister gets up and hugs me, smothering me against her chest and cutting off my words.
"I'm sorry." She whispers as I feel soft droplets fall onto my head. And I realize she's crying. "I'm so sorry you had to go through everything alone. I wish we could've stayed together. I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, sis." I say as I return the hug. "Like I said, a lot's happened. But none of it was your fault."
We stand here and talk for a bit longer. Enjoying each other's, well, enjoying her warm embrace as we stand content to just have each other again.
"You said a lot has happened." She says as she softly rubs my head. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"I wouldn't even know where to start." I croak out through my own tears.
Tuare pulls back from the hug, much to my own displeasure. Displeasure that fades as I look up into her blue, tear stained eyes.
"Just, start from the beginning. Tell me everything." She says with a smile.
For maybe the third time since dying, I feel my heart beat and warm my chest.
"Of course!" I grin happily.
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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV
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'Alright then.' I think to myself as I hear Cixous close the door behind me. 'Next up, time to check on the fifth floor, maybe swing by the Lizardman village if I have the time. Then see what Shalltear wanted to discuss with me. But before all that, time to check in on my pet project.'
[Pestonya.] I message out to the anthropomorphic dog.
[Yes Lord Zamaina, er, woof?] She messages back to me.
[How's the patient?] I ask.
[Quite, er, feisty. He's managed to survive the initial stages of the curse. But is now requiring constant restraints to keep him from damaging the servants. Woof.] She tells me.
'Well, that just won't do.' I think as I feel a savage, excited snarl form in my throat. 'Time to show the runt the pecking order.'
"I'm sorry Lord Zamaina!" I'm drawn from my thoughts as Cixous calls out.
"What?" I turn around and see the homunculus maid prostrated on the ground.
"To allow a growl of displeasure while on my watch, there can be no forgiveness!" She announces. "Please, take my life and eat my heart! It's the only recompense close to worthy of atoning for your displeasure!"
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I hate these maids sometimes.
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-9th floor, Medbay-
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Entering the medbay we set to heal the NPC's. It was an area where we have a squad of low level healers. It acted as cheap, passive healing for the NPC's between raids the other players of Yggdrasil would attempt. While we could insta heal them with gold. Sometimes it was just easier and cheaper to place them here and let them passively recover. Especially if the NPC's in question were on the deeper floors of the tomb where people were less likely to reach quickly.
Like if Shalltear or Shaiapouf were injured in a small scale raid. It'd be best to insta heal them in case a follow up raid were to happen, since they were on the higher floors. As opposed to Demiurge or one of the Runners who are lower in the tomb. We could place them in the infirmary to passively heal, knowing that another raid capable of reaching that deep was unlikely. Thus, saving gold at the cost of time.
"Greetings, esteemed and revered Supreme One." Marion Venin, the level forty head nurse created by Tigris Euphrates, bows low upon my entrance.
I really wanted to be the one to make the NPC meant to staff the infirmary. But I was essentially banned from NPC creation after my splurging on the third and eighth floor. Due to the limited number of levels, we were allowed to allocate on custom NPC's across the whole guild. I could've bought more levels for the guild. But we already did that a lot. And they get more expensive the more you buy.
Anyway. Marion Venin is a Six-Armed Slayer, a type of insect like undead more closely related to wraiths and vampires than anything else. Six feet tall and hunched over with black leathery skin stretched over a spindly form. A white plague doctors mask with shining white lenses and gray stitching on the mask that gives the impression of a smile. Tattered black hair hanging to her chest from under her white hooded robes.
Looks like something out of Bloodborne.
"Nurse Venin." I say curtly as I look over to the only curtained off bed. The sounds of muffled grunts and growls being heard from the offending spot. "I heard my little experiment was giving you trouble."
"None in so a way as to, medically invalidate." She says as she rises from her bow, her first set of arms gesturing to the curtain. Her second set of arms in front of her, the fingers tittering together nervously. The third resting behind her back. "His sedation is a trivial matter, but the continued vigilance placed on him is proving, taxing on my expertise."
Trying to decode what she's saying, I assume she means to say that she can keep him restrained. But continuing to do so is either getting to be too exhausting, or too tricky.
"Well, first thing's first I suppose." I mutter as I walk over and pull back the curtain. Revealing the half transformed and writhing Zero. Held down with silver chains as opposed to leather restraints.
"Aaaarrrggh!" He roars and grits his teeth. Snarling through his half transformed jaw. "You! When I'm out of here, I'm gonna smash your faaaaaaaaghhh!"
He thrashes his head back and forth as his veins blacken and bulge as the fur and muscles stretch over. The sound of bones cracking and reforming can be heard as the curse takes more and more of his body.
Interestingly enough, his fur is a darker brown than his skin, and his tattoos are showing up on his fur in blonde.
"Hmm, I fail to see how he's giving you trouble, Nurse Venin." I say as I pull a wand of greater sleep out of my inventory.
Werewolves have many, many strengths. Including a near immunity to physical attacks. But they have two weaknesses that make up for them. Silver which does anywhere from double, to quintuple damage depending on various factors. And magic, which Werewolves are more susceptible to. Taking extra damage and receiving enhanced effects both negative and positive.
"It is an, odd case with this one." Marion Venin says as I use the wand.
And nothing happens. He slows down for a little bit but immediately goes back to bashing his head against his pillow. Trying desperately to break the chains holding him down.
"He's, resistant to magic?" I ask, my eyes widening and my grin growing. "Well, this is interesting."
Not even I have natural resistance to magic. I use my gear to mitigate and bolster my resistance up.
"He is becoming, rather persistent in his resistance to the realm of unconsciousness." She says with a clicking laugh. "Forgive me, I mean not to be derisive towards your efforts My Lord."
"You're quite alright, Nurse Venin." I say as I hold out a hand and cast a spell. "Triple Maximize Magic: Static Cling."
Difference here, is that any storm based spells I cast get a massive boost in potency. And that goes doubly so for lightning and electricity based spells. So, a triple maximized Static Cling, might as well be a weaker eighth tier paralysis spell.
The thin, bright bolt of white electricity shoots out and strikes Zero. Causing him to lock up in place mid struggle. All the while his body is still cracking, breaking and reforming.
"Ahh, ah." He lets out weakly as he lets out a few tears. His right pupil gaining a slight shine as the sclera turns black and his iris grows larger.
"I'll enjoy seeing what you can do. And who knows, impress me and you'll get to stick around." I tell the agonized man. "That should last a few hours at least." I say as I turn to the door where Cixous is waiting. Pulling a message scroll out of my inventory, I hand it to the Lovecraftian nurse. "If there are any issues, message me immediately."
"Of course, my lord!" She says with a bow as she accepts the scroll with all six hands. "I'll not fail you."
Zero, is basically, well he's patient zero. We have no idea how my bite will affect denizens of this new world. And it's not like we can use Jowei, Lupusregina or Narfuto as progenitors to test any theories. My strain of lycanthropy is augmented by divine classes whereas they are all branched into more mundane trees of lycanthropy.
"I don't expect you to." I say and head out. Making my way to the sixth floor to check on the twins.
Mostly to detox myself of stress from dealing with everyone. Sure, the twins revere and basically worship me like all the other NPCs. But they're more casual and innocent about it. Less concerned with watching their every action in the fear that they'll offend us.
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-7am, 6th floor, The Great Tree-
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'Far as I'm aware, the twins should be here.' I think as I step out of the gate. Cixous not following me, given that they're not allowed past the ninth and tenth floors without special cause to do so.
Attending to me or not, I told her to wait in the guild master's office.
Looking up to the large elder oak tree. The trunk and main stem being far larger than any reasonable oak ever would be. A few of the branches twist and wind down to stab into the ground. The grooves and winding bumps making a set of naturally forming stairs that lead halfway up the tree, right into a balcony porch that is the front door to the twin's home. I know the interior was made to look as though it were naturally grown. Like the tree just grew that way.
Making my way up the steps, my ears perk as I hear a rather loud and annoyed Aura. Curious as to what this could be, I quicken my pace.
"It's barely morning, sis." I hear Mare sleepily whine.
"And I went to bed after you!" Aura yells. "And yet here you are, sleeping in! Get up already! It's your turn to make breakfast!"
"You're so mean!" Mare whines.
"You want mean? I can be mean!" Aura yells.
I pause as I hear the soft pitter patter sound of small feet on hardwood. Then the sound of running water. Followed by running, then a splash.
"AAAAAAAHHH! COOOLD!" I snort and hold back a laugh as I quickly realize what happened.
Shaking my head, I walk up the steps and walk in. Intent on surprising the twins as I go over to their kitchen and look around while they argue in the other room.
Then remember that without the cook classes, all I can do is make very basic meals. Anything extra will just be a mangled, disgusting mess of a food item.
I mean, I'm sure they'd still eat it. But that's beside the point.
'Wait, Aura said it's Mare's turn to make breakfast.' I mentally recall. 'Neither of them has any cooking classes. So, do they not use the cafeteria?'
I shrug and open a gate to the kitchens. Making the cooks and all staff stop in their tracks. And the head chef, a burly pig faced orc named Shihotsu Tokitsu, turns to me. His buggy eyes in either direction as he regards me.
"My lord-" He begins loudly as he prostrates himself before me.
"Stop." I hold up a hand. "I am on a time crunch and require three plates of wild blueberry pancakes in less than ten minutes."
"Of course!" He yells, very loudly. And gets to work right away. Working at a pace that is, honestly dizzying even for me.
Before the ten minute mark is even reached, he presents me with a silver platter of the requested pancakes. Small, heated silver containers of what I can smell to be strawberry, blueberry, maple and boysenberry syrup.
"Much appreciated." I say as I take the platter.
"It is of no need to thank me!" He says, and I gate the fuck out of there. Not to be rude but dealing with Shihotsu is frustrating. If I say anything like, 'No, really. Thank you.' We'll go back and forth for potentially hours. Insisting that he needs no thanks other than for me to enjoy his food.
Stepping back into the twin's kitchen. I see Mare setting out some plates on the table, along with some bread and jam.
'This must be their breakfast.' I think as the boy in a blue night gown, complete with a blue nightcap, looks up to me. Eyes widening as he goes to say or do something.
I raise a finger to my lips, motioning for him to be silent as I pick up the sounds of running water. Meaning Aura must be in their shower.
I can see why Momonga was so concerned about them having friends in canon. They're essentially two, prepubescent godly children living on their own with little to no direct adult supervision.
This cannot be healthy for their development. But, what to do? It's not like anyone in the tomb can be tasked with raising them. For one, they're guardians. The only ones above them in the hierarchy of Nazarick are Me, Momonga, Albedo as the overseer, and Demiurge as the chief strategist.
A child cannot be raised by one who is beneath them. The power dynamic just doesn't lead to a healthy upbringing. Albedo, is a no. Not only is she too busy but I don't think she has it in her to actually care for a child that isn't her own.
'Oh well, it's an issue for future me.' I think tiredly as I quietly admit the problem likely doesn't have a solution. 'Wait, why am I thinking so hard on this in the first place? It's not like they're displaying any concerning behavioral traits.'
Mentally shrugging, I sit down at one of the four chairs at the table. And motion for Mare to sit down. Which the little cinnamon roll does so hesitantly. Quietly taking a seat. As I pull a cup of orange juice from my inventory.
Yes, my inventory is as much a mess of random junk as Momonga's is. I should organize it.
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Later.
"Uh, um. I-is there something you need, Lord?" Mare stutters out.
'A day off, my mind back to myself. Shalltear's chest to be real, Momonga to pick up a dictionary. But mostly a day off.' I think to myself.
"Just enjoying the morning, Mare." I answer softly, hoping I don't alert Aura and can keep this a surprise.
"Hah?" I hear the level one hundred Ranger squeak in surprise from the bathroom.
Right, lower tones carry easier than higher ones. And again, she's a max level ranger/tamer hybrid. And an elf.
It's a surprise I snuck in the first time without her noticing. Then again, I suppose she was preoccupied with tearing Mare out of bed.
"Oh, that's um, nice?" He says nervously and stares at the plate of pancakes I set in front of him. Enjoying the sight of his star struck eyes as he stares the food down like a starving man.
"It is." I agree softly as I notice the water shut off. And hear a bunch of hurried movements. A door, wet feet on the floor, drawers being flung open. It's clear what Aura's doing. And while I feel slightly bad for interrupting their morning routine. I can't help but chuckle.
That is until the room is shook by a small explosion. Then a small blast of wind that knocks a bunch of things over in the other room. Before Aura calmly walks into the room, fully dressed and smiling. Dry too, despite having just got out of the shower not even a minute prior.
"Oh! Good morning my lord!" She says with a bright smile and a wave. "Didn't know you were coming over!"
She then looks to Mare, and frowns.
"Mare, hurry up and go get ready!" She hisses.
"That's fine, he can get ready after breakfast after all." I say and reach over to place a plate in across from Mare. And gesture for her to sit down.
"Uh, right!" She nods and quickly moves to sit down. Pulling her chair out and scooting in. Before taking a sniff and gaining the same, starstruck and awed look as Mare.
"Well." I say as I grab my own silverware and start to eat. "Dig in."
"Alright!" Aura says emphatically and stabs her pancakes like a psycho. Taking a whole cake and shoving it in her face hole. "Mrm! Mno need to tell me twishe!" She says through a mouthful of food.
"Sis." Mare timidly says with a chastising tone. "You're getting crumbs everywhere."
Mare, for his part. Grabbed the assortment of syrups and poured a small dap of each on the plates. Trying each one with equally small cuts of pancake, before putting all but the boysenberry syrup back.
While Aura snatches the syrups that Mare didn't use and dumps them on her plate. Mixing the syrups into a soup of syrup. Only now opting to cut her pancakes now that they're sticky.
"Sis, what if Lord Zamaina wanted syrup?" Mare says with his best attempt at a glare.
"Fen he'd shtop me or get hish own!" Aura says through her food. Earning a pout from her brother.
"As nice as this is." I cut them off as I finish my last pancake. "I am here for more than just breakfast."
Aura and Mare look to me. Seeming to just now remember I'm here, Aura gulps down her mouthful of food and takes the role of speaker for the two.
"And what might that be, my lord?" Aura asks softly. "If there's anything you need to know, just ask!"
"Mhm!" Mare nods emphatically.
'This is more like it.' I think to myself.
"Well, how about you give me a tour?" I ask.
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"Alright! Come on out!" Aura yells as she stomps the ground, the mandrakes popping up and screaming.
"Long live Ainz Ooal Gown! Long live Ainz Ooal Gown!" They wail in that incessantly high pitched squeal as they dance and circle around Aura. Looking like the Harry Potter mandrakes with their wooden, ugly baby faces.
Similarly, if anyone under level five hears these, they die. Anyone under ten, and they pass out. Under fifteen and it just deafens you.
"That's impressive, Aura." I say as I kneel down and watch the fugly little root babies go.
"Nah, it's nothing really." She says bashfully as she scratches her cheek. "Just something I did while I had a little free time is all!"
"It's more than I can do." I say as I reach out and grab one by its, leaves? Stem? Hair? Holding it up to eye level as it squirms.
"Long live Ainz Ooal Gown! Long live Ainz Ooal Gown!" It screams frantically as the others start to circle around me and jump up and down. Screaming Long live Ainz Ooal Gown as though in protest of the mistreatment of their fellow mandrake.
'I take it back.' I think sadistically as I set the little thing down. 'They are kinda cute.'
The Mandrakes all crowd around the one I set down and start shuffling. As though to look like one big moving bush and hide their recently abducted friend as they huddle back to their holes. One by one replanting themselves.
"That was fun." I say as I stand up straight. "You should let Momonga know about this. He'd love to see this."
"You really think so?" She beams with a bright smile as she runs up to me.
"Of course." I say and reach a hand out to rub her hair. Earning a happy heeee sound from the girl. "He'd be happy to know you're out here, doing things that make you happy."
"But serving you and Lord Momonga is what makes me happiest of all, Lord Zamaina." She contests.
"You know what I mean." I chuckle as I retract my hand.
"I don't mean to be difficult." She says, lowering her tone in confusion. "But I really don't. You want me and the others to be happy and find things we like to do. But serving the Supreme Ones is what we like to do. Sure, there are certain things we like to be told to do more than others. But doing anything when not ordered to is, it kinda just feels like filling time. At least to me it does."
This is the issue me and Momonga are most concerned with. The more we try, the more we realize that the NPCs are infallible in their loyalty. As brilliant as that sounds for us. It's only a matter of time until we make a genuine mistake. One the NPCs won't call us out on because surely, we have a plan and they're just too short sighted to see it.
"I see." I say as I look out into the forest.
"Did, did I say something wrong My Lord?" Aura asks.
"No, no you didn't." I say as I mask my melancholy and look back to her. "I'm just thinking on a few things."
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-2nd floor, Adipocere Chamber, 1pm-
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Walking over the rickety wooden bridge to the dark and foreboding stone entrance of Shalltear's residence. Made to look like a special burial room inside the mausoleum. The inside is, decidedly not.
I've been here twice before, and it can never be overstated that it was very clear what Peroroncino had in mind while making the place.
Deciding to get whatever Shalltear has in store for me this time over with. I sigh and open the stone door, and instantly become assaulted with the thick, sweet miasma mixed with undertones of other scents that shouldn't have to be named.
"My Lord!" I hear said loli of the scents announce happily as she prostrates herself. Dressed in the white dress we had her use as a disguise for the raid on the capital. The large hat hiding most of her body from view with how she's prostrated.
But, that's not what gets my attention. What does, is the blue haired man in the center of the room. Standing out amongst the sensual design of the, well harem room with all of its upholstery and gauzy chiffon veils. Black short sleeve shirt, brown work pants with plenty of pouches, and a katana sheathed at his hip. Looking zonked out for all the world is concerned for him.
"And just what do we have here?" I ask as I step around the horny vampire.
"It's the bandit man that escaped me on my mission." She says eagerly as she gets up and follows behind me. "The one who knows martial arts and was clever enough to escape me."
'It's not that hard.' I think dryly.
For all of her strengths, Shalltear is not smart. Not in the slightest. To the point that, despite what Momonga thinks, and what Bukubukuchagama would claim. I have to assume that her dimwittedness is something written into her bio. Because, for as dimwitted as he was, Peroroncino was smart in many regards. Namely math and strategy.
"How many arts does he know?" I ask her.
"Oh, um, a few? More than any I've seen someone use!" She says, trying to come up with an answer. "I think he used one on me when, we fought. So, um."
"We'll just have to ask him." I say and pull a ring of protection from my inventory.
The thick, sweet scent in the room is a constant debuff. Meant to disable any living creatures that come into contact with it. Applying the haze and slowed effect. Undead are naturally immune, as are Lycanthropes and other various species with poison resistance.
I slip the ring on the man's finger. Ignoring the sound of frustration behind me. And wait.
It takes a few seconds, but the man slowly comes to. Blinking slowly at first, before grabbing his head and wincing.
"Ah!" He exclaims and stumbles back a bit. "Fuck me! The hell happened last-" He stops as he slowly opens his eyes. And they snap open in alarm before, in the same second, he jumps back with his hand to his Katana.
"Hmm." I hum in contemplation. There's nothing special about his technique, looking to be a basic laido stance. But his reaction time was decent. "Alright, here's how this is going to happen." I say, putting a hand out to stop Shalltear as she moves to charge the hostile man. My hand coming into contact with her fake chest.
His eyes go from Shalltear, then to me. Widening slightly in fear, before hardening once again as he steels himself.
"Am I to assume you're with that demon, Jaldabaoth?" He asks, trying to sneakily look around the room for exits.
"Not quite." I speak. "Also, you can stop looking. The only exit is behind me, and even if there's another. It wouldn't matter."
"You expect me to take your word?" He smirks derisively.
I turn to Shalltear, and take her white, ornate mask off. Not bothering to address the confusion plastered on her face, I go into roleplay mode.
Looking down at the mask in my hand, I give a sideways glance to the swordsmen.
"Do you recognize her?" I ask.
He doesn't respond with words. But the tensing of his hands, and the increased smell of sweat coming from him alerts me to his nervousness.
"Good, so you do." I say and look to Shalltear. "On your knees."
She drops to her knees without a second's worth of hesitation. Not knowing what's going on but following along as unquestioning as always.
I hold back a smirk as I hear Brain's breath hitch and his heart pumps faster.
"Y-you." He shakily tries to form a sentence. "You can't expect me to believe you're her master."
"But I am." I smile at the man. "She is my beloved servant. Loyal and dedicated to a fault. And not just because I'm stronger."
And I smell her arousal. Great.
Brain doesn't say anything further, and I take that to mean he expects me to say more.
"Now, answer my questions." I say as I toss the mask to the side. "Anything untruthful, and you're done here."
"Don't you mean we're-"
"No, I don't." I say dryly to preemptively answer his question. "Your name."
Brain is silent for a few seconds. And just as it seems like I might need to give some, encouragement. He speaks.
"Brain Unglaus, might I have yours?" He asks with narrowed eyes.
"You may refer to me, as Lord Zamaina." I say, giving him my name.
One of the two reasons I took Zero, on top of testing how my bite affects those of this new world. Was because of Shalltear's failure to capture this guy. Some of the lizardmen know martial arts, but not many and not much. It might not seem like martial arts are a big deal, but from what we can tell, they can be acquired without the need to level. Leveling warrior classes just makes it easier. Just consider the possibilities of being able to teach Meruem, Cocytus, Tsukune or Sebas martial art skills?
Needless to say, I want his cooperation. But he is ultimately an opportunity. Not a necessity. He needs to know who's in charge.
"Zamaina, huh?" He says under his breath, as though trying to figure something out.
"How many martial arts do you know?" I ask the more pressing question on my mind.
"Fifteen." He says more readily. "Why, want a demonstration?"
"Watch your tongue mortal!" Shalltear shouts, causing Brain to nearly attack on pure instinct.
"Last question, I want you to work for me and mine." I say as I start taking slow steps forward. "Are you willing to work without the need to force-" I pause as his blade makes contact with my neck. Before he can finish the follow through, I reach up and grab the sharpened steel in one hand and snap it.
He finishes his follow through, his head turned away from me as I hear his heart nearly stop. Having no doubt realized his sword is now suspiciously lighter.
"That's what I thought." I grin.
"Hmm, sorry." He says, not dropping the broken blade. "But I was already content to die the moment I saw her." He looks up with a resigned grin. "So, hard pass. I don't know exactly what you want but-"
"Turn him." I snap my fingers and unleash the Shalltear.
"Wha-agh!" I watch as Shalltear dashes forward and bites into his neck. Listening as the man screams in defiance.
The difference here, is that while Zero is an experiment. I'm not willing to take chances with Brain. In canon, he was capable of developing techniques with the potential to harm the guardians. On top of the techniques, he already has and has developed on his own.
Sure, he can't stand against the full might of Nazarick let alone a single guardian. But that kind of thinking breeds complacency. And that, is a dangerous thing when pitted against the knowledge that players appear every one to two hundred years.
He either needs to be with us or made into a non-issue.
This is how it was always going to end. I just wanted to see how he'd act around me and give him the choice. Even if it wasn't his to make.
A part of me, James, is abhorred at the idea of me so casually stripping someone of their freedom. But that part also recognizes the importance of ensuring our security. And quietly accepts that this is necessary.
Focusing back on the scene, I watch as Shalltear uses her nails to cut open her wrist. And pour it into Brain's mouth. Before setting the fledgling down to rest.
With Shalltear's back to me, I don't see her face. But I imagine it to be one of self satisfaction.
Walking over, the vampire turns and looks to me with a grin.
"My lord." She gives a curtsy.
"Shalltear." I nod and grab her as she rises from her curtsy. Bringing her up to be chest to chest with me. Her hat falling off and revealing her long silvery blonde hair.
"My lord!" She gasps happily, before I silence her with a kiss on the cheek. The scent of her arousal spiking.
"After the meeting in a few days." I whisper in her ear as I hold her tight, squeezing her ass as it's the only part of her with any substantial meat on her. "Meet me in my chambers for your reward."
"Gladly my lord!" She says with a breathy moan. Shivering in my arms. "How should I show up? Is there a particular dress you'd like me to wear or-"
"Dress as you desire." I say as I set her down. "It's not like you'll be wearing it for long."
"Ahhh~" She swoons with a massive blush as I smell her, get too excited. "To say something so forward my lord!" She grabs her cheeks and pretends to be shy.
I would've taken her right here and now. But the unconscious man behind her is a bit of a turn off. And I have things I need to do.
'Here I am, all powerful god of the realm of all powerful monsters.' I think to myself as I turn back towards the exit. 'And I have to schedule sex like I'm a parent waiting for a day when the kids are out.'
Feeling a devious grin stretch across my face. I place a hand on her head and rub. Gaining a loving, if lustful gaze from the girl.
"Shalltear." I say softly. "Until you're in my chambers, you are not allowed to touch yourself. Or find relief in any fashion."
Her eyes widen and her breath hitches as I finish and turn around. Heading for the door as Shalltear does, whatever.
I exit Shalltear's room. And feel my eyes focus on the cloaked man with bandaged eyes as I walk into a foggy mire full of dead trees. Not into the chasm with a plank bridge.
"The burden of those in power." He says as a raven flies in from the distance and drops an apple in his open hand. "Is that they must make choices for others. And not themselves."
"I think I'm starting to get an idea of when you appear." I say as the man walks towards a tree while seeming to inspect the apple in one hand, while using his walking stick in the other.
"Is that so?" He asks as he walks behind the tree and emerges from a different one. "I'm curious to know, what do you believe it to be?"
I turn to him with a snort. Noticing the apple now has a bite taken out of it.
"You claimed you're helping me, because I am the last of the Aesir. Even if it's vicariously by way of your oath to Loki." I say as he takes a bite of the apple. "But you also said it was because you had nothing better to do."
He takes another bite.
"Your point, boy?" The Allfather says through chewing.
"I think, you have regrets." I say, and he takes another bite.
"Not a soul in the great river that doesn't." He says as he bites down to the core. "Doesn't mean it's the reason I'm here."
"No, but it's the reason for your reason." I say as I turn to face him. "You have regrets, and you see me as a way to amend them."
We stare at each other for a bit longer. And he sighs, tossing the apple behind him.
"And what does knowing my reasons do for you, child of the fens?" He asks dropping the apple.
"Call it a case of personal satisfaction." I shrug. "How close was I?"
He turns from me, and the apple sinks into the muddy black waters.
"What does it matter, I'm here to impart my knowledge." He says, and a tree starts to grow from where he dropped the apple. "You're making decisions that have long lasting consequences. That means little for most, but for those who live to see the trees they plant. It holds more weight."
The tree grows to its full height throughout his talk. And I watch as it blooms and grows fruit.
"Be careful to ensure the trees you plant, don't rot." He says from behind me.
I turn to face him and look out at the rickety wooden bridge spanning over the chasm.
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"I need a break." I sigh to myself
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-Re-Estize capital, Blue Moon Inn, 8:20pm-
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"And you got a good rate?" Momonga asks, making small talk as we all walk into the inn I booked for us.
"Yes, yes." I wave him off. "Got a discount by booking a single room with four beds."
It was either me, Ninya or Nabe. I didn't want to tear my pet away from her family reunion for something so mundane. And if we left it up to Nabe, then there'd be a fifty/fifty chance one of us would've needed to intervene for one reason or another anyway.
And, I really wanted an excuse to do something mundane. My days have been nothing but paperwork, planning, reviewing, paperwork, making sure Momonga does his share of paperwork and actually reads it. Acting for the public, acting for the NPCs, avoiding certain NPCs.
And it's only going to get worse! We got here in the spring. The conquering of the lizardmen happened in the summer. It is currently early autumn, the start of the harvest season.
Which actually makes the raid last night all the more damning for the kingdom. We took the capital's overstock from last year. Meaning they'll be relying on this year's harvest, to last them the entire year. With no real surplus, if anything happens then the people will starve. Especially here in the capital where they're a decent distance from the farming villages.
Walking down the street and booking a room. Was like a mini vacation for me.
"Also, the Blue Roses are here." I mention.
[What? Dude!] Momonga messages. [You booked a room with the strongest known individuals in the kingdom! What were you thinking nearby? Do you know how much of a security risk that is?]
[Of course I do!] I message back. [But they were at a table and saw me as soon as I walked in! Do you know how suspicious it would've seemed if I walked in, and walked right out? Besides, they were busy drinking themselves into oblivion last I was here.]
[Fuuuuuck man. Nothing we can do now.] Momonga mentally sighs as we reach the counter.
And looking over, I see the table the Blue Roses were sat at. Well, one's still there.
Lakyus is passed out and drooling on the table. While the others are nowhere to be found.
"Is it alright to leave her there?" I ask the innkeeper, pointing to the unconscious adventurer.
"You want to be the one to wake and carry a drunk adamantite?" She asks with a raised brow as she hands me the key.
Fair enough.
I shrug and take the key. Then hand it to Ninya.
"I'mma get a few drinks and something to eat. What about you guys?" I ask.
"I'm quite alright." Momonga says as he removes his helmet. Revealing the distinguished face underneath.
He's using a Mask of Many Faces on top of a rubber mask molded to match the face. In case the mask has a timer or turn off we don't know about. He can cast a quick illusion and save everyone from seeing his bonehead.
"I'll be happy to join you for discussion however." He says with a nod.
"Sounds good." I say and head for the tables. Away from the passed out Lakyus. "Lysithea, you can go ahead and set up in the room. I'll bring you back something while you rest up."
"On it!" She gives a thumbs up and turns to the innkeeper. "Where's the room?"
"I'll show ya." The lady says kindly.
Tuning them out, I go to the bar and address the portly fellow behind it. Rosy cheeked and brown haired. Looks like a mascot for some European brand of brown gravy.
'When's the last time I had human?' I think to myself as I pay for some roasted pheasant with extra seasoning. 'Damn, is it bad that I'm considering asking Demiurge for one of his sheep?'
"Hoho lad!" The cook laughs as he looks back to me. "I know it smells good, but careful with the looks. Otherwise, the missus might think you're wanting to snatch me!"
I chuckle as I realize I was staring a bit too intently at the man. And was letting my, appetite get the best of me.
"I don't know, if it tastes as good as it smells." I play it off with a laugh. "I might have to fight her for you."
"You won't get no fight out of me!" I hear across the inn from the innkeeper. "You can keep him! Just find me another cook. Preferably a younger one!"
"What's that!?" The cook says with an exaggerated tone as he seasons. "You want grilled leeks for dinner?! I thought you hated those!"
She doesn't say anything else as-
"AAAAAII!" I nearly shatter the stool I'm sat in as I hear Ninya scream.
"Hana wah!" Lakyus shoots up as I run past.
Momonga follows after me, stopping to say something to the innkeeper as I reach the stairs. Not even bothering to use them as I jump and clear the steps. Racing to the end of the hall where our room is, and the door is open. Hearing the people in rooms adjacent wake up and move about.
Barging into the room, I pause as I, contemplate the scene before me.
Ninya is on one of the beds. Mask on the ground as Evileye is standing in front of her. Holding her hands over her mouth.
"Shush, shush, shush!" Evileye hisses hurriedly as Ninya fights to remove Evileye's hands. "I'm not here to hurt you!"
"Could've fooled me." I say as I grab her by the back of her cloak and pick her up.
"Ah!" She gives a squawk of surprise as Ninya dives for her mask, before pausing as she stares at the door. Likely at the adamantite warrior currently standing there.
"What's going-" Gagaran says, nearly slamming into the doorframe before pausing. "Huh."
[Dude, what the hell's going on?] Momonga messages.
[Got a situation, let me handle it real quick.] I message back.
[I can give two minutes, I'm sending Nabe on diversion duty.]
[Not necessary.] I cut the message.
I look back to the large, casually dressed woman currently blue screening as she stares at us. Then to Ninya, who looks lost and ready to panic. Then to Evileye, who is twiddling her thumbs.
"Um, I can explain?" Evileye says sheepishly, and I grab the bearded axe on my hip while eyeing the warrior.
"Hang on there tough guy." Gagaran says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "I think if we all just cool it for a second."
"Ninya put your mask back on." I say sternly as I stare down the warrior.
I'm pulling some bullshit. See, I know Evileye is a vampire. But no one else does. And I have no real way of knowing aside from the fact that I can't hear her heartbeat.
But no one knows that I know. So, I have to act like I don't know.
"Hang on!" Evileye says frantically as she waves her hands in a panic. Before yanking her mask off. "Look, look! It's fine! We're good!"
I blink owlishly as I stare at the blonde vampire. Giving me an awkward, shaky grin.
"See, so, um, this is, um. You come here often?" She tries to sink down.
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-5 minutes later-
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"Afterwards, we found Ninya in E-Rantel's mausoleum alongside a few others." I say to the now gathered room full of adamantite adventurers. "The rest were zombies, and she was a vampire."
Ninya is sat on the far left bed. I'm standing beside her, leaning against the wall. Naberal is sat on the far right bed. Momonga standing in front of said bed as Lakyus, Gagaran and Evileye sit on the right bed closest to the door.
We decided it was best to keep Ninya and Evileye at a distance. While also giving us room to defend our respective vampires because we really don't have a reason to trust the other.
"After some debate, we decided on an innocent until proven guilty approach." Momonga says.
"So, let me get this straight." Lakyus groans as she massages her forehead. "Lysithea, was posing as a boy and on an adventurer team. That team got attacked and Ninya got captured. You tracked them to the graveyard and after defeating Zuranon, you found Ninya along with a bunch of other kidnapped women. And Ninya was the only one not turned into a zombie? And you found out Ninya was a girl named Lysithea?"
"I know it sounds absurd." Momon says. "But stranger things have happened."
"Still sounds a bit coincidental." Evileye says.
"Shorty if I were you, I'd keep quiet." Gagaran leans over and whispers.
"Well, what's your story?" Ninya challenges with a glare.
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"Well, I'm the sole survivor and princess of a ruined kingdom. One of the thirteen heroes' companions." I say calmly, slowly realizing that my story already sounds more absurd with less words. "And, okay that's fair."
I suppose they'd believe that as much as I believe their story.
"Hmm." Momon hums as he puts an armored fist to his chin. "Would the event that ruined your kingdom, also be the same that led to your current state?"
"Y-yes, actually." I say, astonished that they'd even consider believing me.
"Hmm." He hums and then looks to Sir Inazama. Who gives him a raised brow, and then a light shrug. I don't see Momon's face from this angle, but Inazama's brow furrows. Seeming to communicate purely by facial expression.
I, can't say I don't know the feeling. After everything we went through, me and the others in the Thirteen's party knew each other just as well. It just surprises me that they're that accustomed to each other.
'They must've been through a lot together.' I realize. 'And trust each other implicitly.'
"Miss Evileye." Momon says as he looks to me. "I would like to discuss that event with you at a later time. If that would be alright with you. If not, that's perfectly understandable."
"I'd, rather not." I say softly, suddenly feeling naked without my mask. "I've, I just don't want to think about that day from two hundred years ago."
"Two hundred?" Momon says under his breath.
"Eternal youth is a hell of a thing." Gagaran says jovially. "You'd never know it, but Shorty here is the most experienced veteran in the room!"
I blush at her compliment. And resist the urge to say anything back. She's just trying to help me after all.
"Old hag." I hear Lysithea mutter.
"Excuse me?" I glare at the imposter. "I look younger than you!"
"And you act like it too." She says calmly. "But that's not the point, what is, is why you were in our room!"
I wince as though struck by an arrow as I recall the start of this whole ordeal.
"I, I just got lost and wandered into the wrong room is all." I say quickly. "How was I supposed to know-"
"The door was locked." Lysithea says with a glare.
"No, it wasn't." I say immediately.
"Don't lie to me!" She stands up and yells, only for Sir Inazama to grab her shoulder and push her back down to sit on the bed. "I always lock the door!"
"Is it possible you forgot?" Nabe asks as she finally speaks up.
"No!" Lysithea insists.
"Then how did I get in?" I ask. "It's not like I can pick locks."
'Please buy it!' I think as I glance to Gagaran, then to Lakyus.
Lakyus is too hung over to think clearly. And I'm hoping Gagaran was too drunk to remember the honeypot thing.
"I think you were trying to sneak in like some pervy old hag and slip into Inazama's bed." Lysithea crosses her arms and glares.
Ack!
'How does she know!?' I feel my unbeating heart drop.
"Come on Ninya." Sir Inazama rolls his eyes. "As suspicious as she's being, I doubt it was anything like that."
'I'm sorry Sir Inazama!' I cry internally as I wish I was more dead. 'I don't know what I was thinking!'
"How could you say that?!" I stand up to defend myself. "I think you're just upset and covering yourself from making as simple a mistake as forgetting to lock a door."
"Unlike you, I'm not a senile old bat." Lysithea crosses her arms.
"There are two of them." Lakyus mutters to herself. "By the, how are there two?"
"I'm nothing like her!" I say, feeling all manner of offense.
"On that I agree!" Lysithea says. "I'm not some third rate little girl trying to sneak into the room of someone who's a fraction my age!"
"At least I'm not a fourth rate mage being carried by my team!" I turn back to the imposter.
She smirks at me. Irritating me in ways I really don't want to admit.
"I'm only seventeen years old and I'm able to cast third tier spells." She says smugly. "You're older than most villages. And what tier can you cast? Fourth, fifth maybe?"
"Rrrmmmm, do you want a fight?!" I stand up and march over to her.
"Gladly!" She says and stands up.
Only for both of us to be picked up by our cloaks.
"Let me go!" I struggle as Gagaran holds me back.
"…" Lysithea doesn't say anything as she quietly seethes at me.
"Miss Lakyus." Momon says as he steps forward, commanding everyone's attention. "At this point, I'm willing to put this aside. As recompense for my teammate's rudeness."
"Why is this on me!?" Lysithea squawks.
"Because you keep escalating when we're trying to avoid a scene." Sir Inazama says, and the girl has the decency to look ashamed.
"I, think that would be for the best." Lakyus says tiredly as she stands up. "At the very least, we can pick this up in the morning."
"Sounds good to me!" Gagaran says cheerfully with a wave as she hoists me under her arm. Carrying me like luggage.
"Hey! Set me down you meathead!" I try to wiggle out of her grasp. "I can walk on my own damn it!"
"No can do." She says jovially as we leave. "Can't have you wandering into the wrong room again."
She doesn't even take me to my room. Rather, her and Lakyus head to the latter's room. And set me down.
"Alright, what were you thinking?" Lakyus asks with a stern glare.
"Nothing!" I lie through my teeth. "I just, wandered into the wrong room is all."
"Evileye." Lakyus pinches the bridge of her nose. "Your room is at the end of the hall. How in all the kingdom's did you just happen to wander into the wrong room?"
"Well, for starters I was looking for Inazama." I grumble, before realizing I said that out loud.
"You, by the gods Evileye." Lakyus covers her face and groans.
"Damn." Gagaran huffs, before extending a fist. "Didn't think ya had it in you. Respect."
"Don't condone this!" Lakyus turns and hisses.
"Stop talking like I'm your kid." I cross my arms.
"You know that's not what we're doing." Lakyus gives me a flat look that I return.
Eventually, one of us stops the stare down. And that one is Lakyus as she sighs, letting her shoulders droop.
"You realize you probably ruined your chances with Inazama, right?" Lakyus says dryly.
"Are you kidding me?" I scoff. "My chances have never been better!"
"Uh, how?" Gagaran asks, leaning to one side as she places a fist on her hip.
"Don't you get it?" I say, feeling a smile grow on my face. "He clearly doesn't have anything against my condition or looks. Hell, if anything I'm much prettier than that brat."
"But you broke into his room." Gagaran says as Lakyus face plants into her bed. "I think he's pretty upset over that."
"Nothing I can't make up to him." I shrug. "Before, there was so much that might've gone wrong. Now I know that all I need to do is prove I'm better than that no account peasant girl. I mean, what guy doesn't want a princess to call his own?"
I may have been, rash. But a girl in love can only take so much before she does something. That much is forgivable. It's not like I stole anything or hurt anyone.
No harm no foul! Besides, he must've made her dress like me because he thought it was cool! She certainly didn't pick out her own outfit.
"I can see it now~" I say as I picture it in my head.
We'd be on an adventure together. Another crisis that drew us to one another. Lysithea would be outclassed, naturally. And I'd save the day with my superior talents! Then he'd realize I'm better, prettier, cuter. I'd be more devoted and loyal.
"Ahhhaaahahaha!" I cover my face as I picture him giving me flowers.
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"Ahhhaaahahaha!" I hear Evileye squeal in the other room.
"We're good." I say softly. "They don't know or even seem to suspect anything."
"Good." Momonga says as he pulls out a few scrolls. And starts casting them. All anti surveillance and privacy spells.
"Haaaaaaah." Ninya wheezes out as she collapses to her knees. "I thought I was going to die!"
"Pathetic." Naberal clicks her tongue at Ninya.
"She has two hundred and fifty years of experience!" Ninya defends. "She's a fifth tier mage and I only know a few third tiers! If she wanted to, she could've killed me, and I was antagonizing her!"
I roll my eyes at Ninya's dramatics.
"You did well." I reassure her, reaching down and patting her head. "I know that was scarwy." I tease.
"Yeah, well, not all of us are gods you know." She puffs her cheeks out at my teasing.
"Didn't you literally drop your staff on her head yesterday?" I ask, a bit confused as to where this is coming from.
"That was before I knew she was a centuries old vampire!" She cries out, her face going red from defending herself. "It was different when she was just some girl in a mask!"
I suppose that's fair. I imagine it's like when you tell an inappropriate joke to a new coworker. And they didn't like it. Then you find out that said coworker is the new manager of your department
"Regardless." Momonga says as he turns to me. His false face contorting into a frown. "All this proves is that we need to take stricter measures to ensure our security."
"I know." I say seriously as I look back to him. "We got lucky this time. But it's clear we need to up our game."
This happened because I was careless. Booking a room in the same inn as Blue Rose was excusable. But sending Ninya on her own when we know the strongest adventuring team is here? Pure carelessness on my part.
Had we not used the message spell to come up with a plan on the spot. Relations could've easily soured and we'd lose our connections we built. And lose access to the wealth of knowledge Evileye likely has.
Thankfully, it sounds like she's now even more desperate to get on my good side. Likely through some ham fisted attempt at something romantic.
And I fully intend to enable her crush on me. Love blinds after all.
"Still though, two hundred and fifty years." I mutter softly as I look to the wall. "Wonder what all we can glean from her."
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-That night, Blue Moon Inn, 10:30pm-
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I stare at the ceiling as the night stretches on. Just, waiting for sunrise. The only sound in the room being the soft sound of Lord Zamaina and Lady Naberal's breathing as they sleep. And Lord Momonga as he writes on some paper. Likely some documents and writing of plans.
I've been undead for half a year now. I turned seventeen between that time. And I'm still not used to the lack of need to sleep.
Like, I want to sleep. Lord Tsukune assures me it's entirely possible for a vampire to learn how to sleep. It's just a matter of learning how to get your mind in the right headspace.
I don't know if that's a vampire thing. Or something all undead can do. Because I don't think Lord Momonga ever sleeps. At most I've seen him pause and stare off.
"Um, Lord Momonga, sir?" I ask as I sit up.
"Hmm?" He looks up from the desk and turns to me. "What is it Ninya?"
"Do you know how to sleep?" I ask, hopeful that he does.
He looks down and to the side. Before looking up at the ceiling. Clearly thinking on how to answer.
His mannerisms are so, familiar. So much so that it's to the point where if you just don't focus on his face. You'd easily mistake him for being human.
"Truthfully, I've all but forgotten what sleep is like." He says in a wistful tone as he stares at the ceiling.
"Oh." I wilt a little.
He looks to me. Then puts a hand to his chin in thought.
"You know, I've found that a good book is often the best method of passing the time." He says as he reaches out and produces a book from thin air. "Yes, I believe this one was popular amongst women. And it does somewhat apply to your situation."
He hands me the book. A black hardback with an image printed on the front. Of pale, slender hands holding an apple. The title in white letters.
Twilight.
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A/N
Next chapter
Epilogue part 3: Bat fight.
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Zamaina does find Evileye attractive. However, if you'll remember. He didn't intend any romantic interest. He was content to have Evileye go gaga for Momonga because ultimately, she's a means to an end.
Zamaina said it before. But I feel it needs restating.
Any relationships he forms while in his human guise, are superficial. They don't mean anything to him past what his lycanthropic side forces. Like respecting and wanting to eat Gazef, viewing humans as animals for eating or as pets.
Remember, just like Momonga. Zamaina is acting.
When he raged out against Clementine, it wasn't because Ninya died. It was because Clementine took something from him. He'd had acted the same as if he found a rock he liked, and she smashed it.
That doesn't apply as much anymore now that Ninya is interacting with him while he's in his true form.
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Ask about Zamaina!
His build!
His gear!
Ect!
ArcanFlameVeil asks: So, he only feels attraction towards the strong, does that mean level only or do stats play into it? Like if a person is low level but has really high stats would he be interested?
NEWB: It's a combination. Like with Infinite Magic. She is strong by this world's standards. And capable of casting up to six and even seventh tier. But her mana reserves make it impossible for her to cast anything past a tier four spell. So, he finds her pathetic and a waste of a hot body.
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