Vesi sat at her desk in the quiet of her bedroom, fully absorbed in her notes on how a true ruler should behave. How one should walk, talk, carry themselves in any given situation. Soft candlelight cast a yellow glow over the pages. Her eyes traced the same paragraph for the third time, yet the words barely registered. Her mind kept slipping, drawn towards the uncertainties the evening would bring—what she should wear, how wide should she smile, how everyone might react. The sound of stone scraping against stone broke her concentration. A maid, Third, had entered without waiting for the usual invitation she'd insisted on receiving when first arriving to 'assist' for the day.
"Lady Vesi, forgive me—I knocked twice but you did not answer."
She smiled slightly as she slipped the book back into her inventory. "Oh it's fine. Sorry for not responding, I was lost in thought."
Third seemed to make a face that didn't last long enough for Vesi to interpret it before quickly nodding, "Lady Shalltear has requested to see you."
Curiosity stirred and Vesi's mind raced. She remembered Ainz's meticulous rundown of Nazarick's important members—and her name had been high on that list—yet, she couldn't recall many of the finer details. Still, it hasn't been too hard feeling out everyone's personality so far and there was no point in locking herself away when she'd likely see her in a few short hours at the celebration.
"Well please, let her in," Vesi said, rising and smoothing out her dress. Brushing some flyaway hairs back into place. While Vesi made herself presentable, Third left the room and mere moments later a petite figure swathed in black lace and frilled silk bounded in. Long hair as pale as her skin swirled behind her; vibrant red eyes stared up at Vesi with that same unfounded admiration every gaze now seemed to hold. Shalltear's step was bouncy yet measured with the elegance of a noblewoman and the sheer enthusiasm of a child as she curtsied deeply.
"Lady Vesi, it's such a delight to finally see you again!" she declared, "I have prepared a gift to celebrate your return."
Before any response could be made, a tall woman with similar milky complexion stepped through the doorway with a long, thin, box in her arms. Simply decorated with pink paper and a frilly bow.
Vesi's eyes widened as she glanced at the box. "You didn't have to—" she began, genuine gratitude softening her tone.
"Oh, but I did." Shalltear cut in with a dazzling smile, the tips of her fangs peeking out. "The moment I heard of your return, I knew I had to make something. Please, allow me to share it with you."
There was no room for refusal. Not that Vesi wanted to refuse.
Her servant knelt down, bringing the box down to Shalltear's short reach. She carefully opened the wrapping and pulled off the lid, revealing a dress that immediately caught the light—a gown of ivory fabric trimmed in gold. The dress flowed from her arms in hundreds of soft, delicate layers that seemed to ripple with every movement. Vesi reached out, her fingers brushing against the fabric, marveling at its gentle softness and the careful craftsmanship.
"Wow, you really made this for me?" Vesi said quietly, "It's beautiful."
Shalltear preened under the attention, positively radiant with joy. "Of course! It was my pleasure, my honor!" She bounced lightly in place, the sheer force of her excitement barely contained. "Would you like to try it on? I've ensured it will fit perfectly." Her every word punctuated with a child-like glee that was impossible to deny.
"I'd love to."
Third emerged and gathered the dress with careful grasp. Vesi followed her behind the privacy screen and let Third help her take off Vesi's current outfit. The fact that no moment was truly private here was one she welcomed. Free from isolation in a way Vesi had quickly grown accustomed to. Her hands trailed over the fine fabric as it was fastened in the back. The dress felt impossibly soft against her fingertips, as if Shalltear had managed to twine water into cloth. It settled against her frame effortlessly, the lightweight material moving with her like a second skin.
It was strange. She had worn beautiful things before—old dresses from Yggdrasil to blend in with the world—items had even been made with her in mind before. Weapons and spells to enhance her lethality; armors to keep her in the fight longer. But never anything so carefully crafted purely with the idea of making her beautiful. The thought alone made Vesi's chest feel tight, a prickling warmth settling behind her ribs.
"Are you ready, my lady?" Shalltear's voice chirped from the other side of the screen, impatience barely restrained.
Vesi took one last breath and stepped out. The reaction was immediate.
Shalltear gasped. It wasn't the delicate kind, nor a polite hand-over-the-mouth gesture. It was a full, audible, lung-expanding swell, followed by both hands clapping together in front of her chest.
"Ohhh! You look magnificent!" Shalltear twirled in excitement, her long curls whipping around her as she beamed up at Vesi. "I knew it! I knew it would be perfect! My lady, you must wear this to the celebration—"
She stopped abruptly, gathering herself just enough to fold her hands and bow her head. "That is, if it pleases you, my lady. But in this humble servant's completely correct opinion, you look even more divine than before."
The sheer force of Shalltear's adorable enthusiasm crashed over Vesi like a tidal wave, striking something raw inside her. It was already overwhelming enough, standing there in a dress someone had painstakingly created just for her. But to see Shalltear this happy—overflowing with joy simply because she had the chance to give something to her—made it unbearable in the best way possible.
The tight feeling in her chest grew worse and a lump formed in her throat but Vesi forced it away with a swallow. She ran a hand over the gown, feeling strangely hesitant. "You really put a lot of effort into this," she murmured. "For me."
Shalltear tilted her head, a little bemused. "Of course! I wanted you to have something that reflects your beauty!"
Vesi made a sound in her throat—part scoff, part laugh.
"Well I'll make sure to give you something just as wonderful to thank you."
"I need nothing of the sort, my lady. The knowledge that I have served you well is reward enough," was her immediate reply. "Although—" Shalltear tapped a perfectly manicured nail against her lip. "If lady Vesi wanted to give me a gift, I certainly wouldn't refuse~"
Vesi's throat ached. Shalltear's small joke didn't register at all in the face of the knowledge that:
She was going to cry.
Which was certainly not godly.
Desperately searching for the fastest way to calm herself, Vesi stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Shalltear, hiding her face before the emotion could spill over.
Shalltear made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a delighted squeal, her arms snapped tight around Vesi's waist, clinging with shameless glee, pressing her face into Vesi's shoulder like she never wanted to let go.
"My lady," she all but purred, her voice melting with affection. "Your reward is so much, I might just faint."
Vesi closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as she steadied herself. The slightly stale floral bouquet of Shalltear's perfume filled her senses. Lingering there for just a moment. Just enough to fully swallow the lump in her fauces and push down the ridiculous sting in her eyes. She wasn't supposed to react like this—not as a Supreme Being—but it seemed like the best choice.
"Thank you," she murmured, voice softer than before, "Really. This means a lot to me."
Shalltear let out a tiny, joyful squeak, her entire body vibrating like she might actually explode from happiness.
Then, before Vesi could step back, a voice rang out from the front of the room.
A maid's formal greeting cut through the air.
"Welcome, Lord Ainz."
Vesi gently placed the small woman back on the ground, stepping away just as the familiar presence in the doorway drew her attention. A sudden spark of playfulness flickered to life inside her—something light, something grounding.
With a small, knowing smile, she called out.
"Ainz! Come here and see my new dress! It's really something special."
Ainz entered, his imposing form as steady and measured as ever. Demiurge followed a step behind, his arms full of neatly stacked documents. Despite the weight of responsibility that surely rested on his mind, Ainz's empty sockets turned toward her with immediate interest. His gaze drifted over the elaborate dress, and though his skeletal face betrayed no emotion, his voice carried approval.
"It suits you well, Vesi. Shalltear, I imagine this was your work?"
Shalltear practically beamed, her back straightening with pride. "Yes, Lord Ainz! Of course, I couldn't let our lady appear in anything but the finest attire!"
Ainz gave a small nod, offering an approving, "You did well."
The compliment sent Shalltear into an even greater swell of satisfaction. She shifted, either contemplating another dramatic expression of gratitude or simply basking in the moment.
Demiurge, still balancing his stack of files, adjusted his glasses and spoke, his voice smooth and composed. "I must agree. The craftsmanship is remarkable, but more than that, it complements you perfectly, Lady Vesi."
Vesi's eyes flickered toward him, the weight of another unexpected compliment pressing against the warmth already building in her chest. She hesitated, then offered a small but sincere, "Thank you. That means a lot."
Shalltear grinned at Demiurge's words, clearly pleased that her work was receiving such praise from all sides. "See? I knew it would be perfect!"
Vesi let out a small laugh, but the moment of lightheartedness only emphasized the way her emotions swirled beneath the surface. The warmth, the attention—it was all so much. A beat passed, and though she maintained her composure, something in her expression must have shifted. Ainz, however, had also taken note. His approval of the dress remained, but his tone became ever so slightly more deliberate. "Everyone, would you please give us a moment?"
Shalltear gave a dramatic pout but obeyed, gliding toward the doorway. Demiurge hesitated just a moment longer, his keen gaze lingering on Vesi before he turned with practiced ease and followed her out. Third only bowed. Swiftly activating the closing mechanism from the other side.
Once the door slid shut, Ainz shifted his focus entirely onto Vesi.
"Vesi, you looked kinda—uh, not exactly upset, but something was off. It's the dress, right?" A shot in the dark, but it was the only new factor he could see.
Vesi let out a small breath, gathering her thoughts. "No one's ever called this form beautiful. Not in all my years here."
Ainz remained still, giving her space to continue.
Her gaze drifted downward. "When I disguised myself to blend in with humans, compliments flowed easily enough. But they felt… hollow. No one who called me a friend during that time would have said the same if they knew what I really was." Her hands grazed over the fabric of the dress, the fine craftsmanship beneath her fingertips grounding her. "So, getting all this attention now—don't get me wrong, it's nice. It's wonderful."
Ainz was silent for a beat. Processing.
It wasn't like he cared if people thought he was scary, ugly, or cool-looking—it was all just perspective. But he could still recognize that, for some, these things mattered a lot. And for Vesi... this seemed like one of those moments where it did. He scratched at his cheek bone in thought before speaking. "Yeah, well, Shalltear put a lot into making sure it looked perfect on you. And I gotta say, she wasn't wrong—it works. More than that, it fits you. Not just in, like, a physical way, but in a 'this is meant for you' kind of way. And, uh—" He hesitated, then went on, "I don't really feel things the way I used to, but I do know this: beauty isn't just looks. It's how someone carries themselves. And, well… you're impossible to ignore."
Vesi blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment before she let out a small, genuine laugh. "That's certainly one way to put it."
Ainz gave a slight nod, relieved that his words had at least lightened her mood. Then, as if shifting back to a more comfortable position within their conversation, he asked, "Have you seen the full dress yet? It really is high-quality work."
Vesi hesitated, then admitted, "No. I didn't look in the mirror. Didn't wanna risk crying in front of her, y'know?"
Ainz gestured toward the polished mirror set against the wall.
She took a deep breath, stepping forward.
The reflection staring back at her wasn't unfamiliar—but it was different. The dress, woven with meticulous care, draped over her form in a way that softened her sharper edges without diminishing her presence. The colors, the subtle details—everything had been chosen with intent. She exhaled slowly.
"She did such a good job," Vesi murmured, almost to herself. "Finding a way to make me look good."
Ainz, standing beside her now, inclined his head. "Yeah, she really did."
Vesi took another breath, letting the moment settle. Then, after a brief pause, she turned back toward him. "Shalltear asked if I'd wear this to the party later today. I think I will. It's too well made for me to say no."
Ainz seemed pleased with that decision. He straightened slightly, shifting his tone toward something more businesslike. "Oh, right. I should probably explain how this whole party thing is gonna go. Demiurge and Albedo did say we should just relax but I still wanna run you through it."
Vesi gave him a wry smile, folding her arms. "Alright then. Let's hear it."
[Philian Apolesai]
The stone door to Vesi's room slid shut with a smooth finality. Shalltear, without an ounce of hesitation, leaned against it. Pressing her entire body as flat against the wall as she could manage—a task that was quite easy with her build—straining to catch even a whisper of the conversation inside. She hummed, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "I wonder if they have anything else to say about it..."
Demiurge, on the other hand, was not as amused. Adjusting his glasses with a sharp flick of his wrist. "Have some respect, Shalltear. Our Lady was clearly overwhelmed by the attention. Give her space."
Shalltear's head snapped toward him, her face twisted into a deep scowl. "Oh, and you think you have the right to tell me about respect? That's rich coming from you! Don't pretend you wouldn't be pressed up against this door if you thought you could get away with it!" She jabbed a finger at his chest, voice rising in indignation. "It's our responsibility as their guardians to know what's going on with our masters. Unlike you, I don't need to sit around 'pondering' all day before I do something!"
Rather than rise to her obvious bait, Demiurge merely smiled. "Your dedication is noted. However, it is clear our lord wished to speak with Lady Vesi privately. Surely you would not go against his judgment?" Again. The still bitter part of his mind longed to be just a little snide in return for her words, but Demiurge kept them locked away.
Shalltear huffed, crossing her arms. "Don't be so full of yourself. All I want is to hear Lady Vesi's true thoughts on my gift so I might better serve her later. What's wrong with that? Maybe if you got your fat head out of your self-righteous ass, you'd appreciate all I do instead of acting like I'm the one being improper."
Demiurge barely heard the last part. His mind had already drifted back to their lady—specifically, the brief, almost imperceptible moment where her expression had faltered. He had seen it, just as Lord Ainz certainly had considering how quickly he'd ushered everyone out. His lord will be finding out what is wrong now but it is Demiurge's duty to find whatever might be an issue in his master's lives and fix them before they could ever grow to be problems.
Had his compliment not had the intended effect?
Her smile had faded just slightly, a flicker of something akin to sadness passing through her eyes the moment he'd spoke. Had he said something wrong? Had his words reminded her of something unpleasant? No—he dismissed that thought almost immediately. Lady Vesi had already shown signs of enjoying his presence. If something had upset her, it wasn't him.
That meant something else stirred that sadness.
"Are you even listening to me?!" Shalltear snapped, her hands planted on her hips. "I swear, you're worse than Albedo when she's sulking over Lord Ainz. I'm right about this, you know. Our Lady missed our attention, and I will gladly give it to her."
Demiurge sighed, shaking his head in a noncommittal agreement. They all worshiped their Supreme Ones in their own way, after all; so it was difficult to hold her personality under too much scrutiny, this is how she was made to behave. How the Supreme Ones, or at least how Lord Peroroncino, thought she could best serve the forty-two. And truth be told, he was interested in hearing what was being said behind that door as well—he simply had the self-control not to make it so childishly obvious. Shalltear's method was crude, blatant. He preferred a more subtle approach. Proper gentlemen did not eavesdrop so openly; they did so with discretion. That was the best way for him to serve: gathering as much information as possible in the quietest ways.
"Regardless," he said smoothly, shifting back to the matter at hand, "we won't accomplish anything standing here. If you want to truly serve our Lady, we should focus on completing the preparations as instructed."
Shalltear rolled her eyes. "I know what our Lady wants. I got a hug. A hug, Demiurge! She's already so pleased with me!"
Demiurge's fingers twitched, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral. That was… unfortunate. In terms of personal favor, Shalltear currently held an advantage. That wouldn't do.
However, he would surpass her. And soon.
When it came to who among them could best serve their newly returned lady, it was safe to say Shalltear wasn't high on that list. Even if she was competition, now is not the time. Maintaining his air of composure, he merely smiled. "Lady Vesi is merciful and has made it clear how much she missed us all. We should take that into account as we finalize the event."
That, at least, seemed to pacify Shalltear. She hummed in agreement. "Albedo is already in the ballroom, but I don't think our Lady will like whatever stiff, overly formal nonsense she's planned."
"I agree," Demiurge admitted. "But Lady Vesi said she was quite excited to see what we had all prepared. She will appreciate the effort, even if the execution is not entirely to her taste."
Shalltear nodded, apparently content with that. With one last glance at the door, she finally stepped away.
As they began walking down the hall, their conversation shifted toward finalizing the last-minute details. Behind them, the room to Vesi's chambers was left empty—save for a single figure.
Third, silent as ever, kept her head bowed until she was certain they were gone. Then, she stepped closer to the bedroom wall, tilting her head just slightly.
There really was no harm in simply listening, was there?
[Philian Apolesai]
They arrived in the grand ballroom was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a vast chamber designed to accommodate the full glory of Nazarick's denizens. Its towering ceilings stretched high above, adorned with hanging chandeliers of woven gold and glowing gems that cast the room in a soft, warm radiance. The polished obsidian floors reflected the dazzling lights, making the entire hall gleam with an ethereal brilliance.
A massive stage stood at the far end of the room, two ornate thrones set at its center. These were not merely seats but symbols, carved from the finest materials and inlaid with gemstones that pulsed with arcane energy. The entire room had been arranged for a celebration of the Supreme Ones.
Shalltear abruptly stiffened beside him, her crimson eyes narrowing at a section of decorations near one of the pillars. With a sharp inhale, she stormed off, her heels clicking aggressively against the polished floor. Demiurge watched in mild amusement as she descended upon one of her hapless brides that was, evidently quite poorly, arranging a bouquet of blue hibiscus. Shalltear already gesturing wildly as she no doubt prepared to berate them for some perceived slight in the organization. It was a familiar sight, and one he had no interest in interfering with.
Left to his own devices, he turned his full attention back to the grand hall, taking in every detail with a critical eye.
Every balcony was filled with eager denizens making their final adjustments. Across the room, Demiurge's sharp gaze caught sight of Mare and Cocytus. The dark elf was carefully weaving garlands of blue and white flowers along the walls, his magic coaxing them into perfect bloom. Cocytus, in turn, exhaled a freezing breath over the flowers, preserving them in a thin layer of frost that made them glisten like they had been dusted with silver.
A brilliant touch. Demiurge did not know who had thought of it, but it was excellent work. As he drew closer, he could make out their voices from the surrounding crowd.
"Is it… is it too much? Or, m-maybe not enough?" Mare stammered, glancing up at the towering Cocytus for support. A chill fog billowed out from his mandibles before he spoke. "Your. Efforts. Well. Reflect. The. Glory. Of. Nazarick." Cocytus turned slightly, his many compound eyes made his gaze impossible to track but Demiurge knew he'd been spotted. "Wouldn't. You. Agree. Demiurge?"
The dark elf whipped his head around when Cocytus finished his question, clearly much more absorbed in his work than the warrior but that could be easily excused. Putting one's all into service to the Supreme Beings will always be admirable; not to mention that Mare's work had truly turned out beautifully.
"Indeed." Demiurge folded his arms behind his back once he reached them. Smiling down at Mare to further emphasize that he was honestly pleased. "I believe our lords will both enjoy what you've made here."
A deep blush came over Mare, from his neck to the tips of his ears. Hugging his gnarled staff to his chest briefly before he got back to work. Maintaining the care he'd had before but it was clear he was moving faster, with more excitement. The boy always eagerly took to praise, the idea that their gods would be pleased with him pushing Mare to work just that little bit harder. Though, that should be true for every member of Nazarick. Still, it was Demiurge's adopted duty to ensure every denizen was brought to their fullest potential for the Supreme Ones. It was only natural that their best servant at least be capable of that.
Cocytus, ever the warrior, stood tall beside them, his lower pair of arms crossed in satisfaction. "This. Celebration... It. Is. Long. Overdue. Our. People. Rejoice. The. Return. Of. A. Supreme. One... Is. An. Honor. Beyond. Words."
Demiurge inclined his head in agreement. "It is truly remarkable how swiftly everything has come together. Every denizen of Nazarick has played a role in making this celebration a reality."
"It. Is. Only. Natural."
Demiurge took note of the large number of Lizardmen buzzing around the room, finalizing decorations and arrangements. "I see you have brought many of your warriors, Cocytus."
"Yes." Cocytus nodded. "I. Was. So. Thrilled. By. The. News. That. I. Brought. My. Strongest. Warriors. So. That. They. May. Demonstrate. Their. Growth. And. Dedication. To. The. Supreme. Ones."
Demiurge observed them with a critical eye. They were better than before, certainly, but not strong. Those created by the 42 Supreme Beings were strong. These Lizardmen would serve as little more than a nuisance against a truly formidable opponent. However, it was undeniable that Cocytus had done well in leading them. Despite his personal reservations about their value, Demiurge understood the importance of their lord's decree. Cocytus had been commanded to raise these creatures, and he had done so with honor and diligence.
"You have done well, Cocytus. It is clear they have flourished under your guidance. Our lord's decision to spare them has borne fruit."
The warrior let out another frigid gust of air, pleased at the acknowledgment.
"Lord Ainz's mercy in sparing them has allowed for such impressive progress. It is a testament to his wisdom that they have been shaped into something useful."
Cocytus gave a solemn nod. "His. Will. Is. Absolute. And. We. Shall. See. It. Fulfilled."
Demiurge adjusted his glasses, his tail flicking once in contemplation. "I do wonder—" he took a brief pause to ponder the best way to phrase his thoughts. He was unfortunately never certain about his lord's plans but now he was being even more speculative. "How will our lord integrate Lady Vesi into his plans of world domination? Perhaps she could lead forces in the East while our master still works in the West."
Mare hesitated before speaking up. "B-but, Lord Ainz already planned everything… even for the next 10,000 years… didn't he? Isn't it rude to say he should ch-change it?"
Demiurge chuckled. "Of course, Mare. Our lord's plans are always many steps ahead. So it would be foolish to think he had not already accounted for Lady Vesi's return. His brilliance ensures that all unfolds as it should, seamlessly, as if it were always meant to be."
The others nodded in solemn agreement. There was never any doubt.
At that moment, Aura arrived with Shalltear beside her, the two engaged in some lively debate. Mare visibly brightened at the sight of his sister, shifting slightly closer to her.
"Aura!" he called excitedly. "Demiurge was just saying how Lord Ainz already planned everything! Even Lady Vesi's return!"
Aura grinned. "Well, of course, he did. What else did you expect?" folding her arms with a confident smirk. "Lord Ainz always knows best. No matter what happens, he's already got it all figured out."
Mare nodded vigorously. "Y-yeah! He's so amazing. We're really lucky, aren't we?"
"Of course we are!" Aura grinned, then turned to Demiurge. "Hey, what do you think Lady Vesi's first major role in Nazarick will be? Something really big, right?"
Demiurge adjusted his glasses, amused by their enthusiasm. "I am certain that whatever Lord Ainz deems appropriate for her will be beyond our expectations."
Cocytus let out a resounding affirmation. "Lord. Ainz's. Wisdom. Is. Unparalleled."
Their excitement grew, each of them voicing their own praise for their master, the fervor in their words reflecting the unshakable faith they held. Then Demiurge saw a flash of white. From the corner of his eye, he saw Albedo making her way through the crowds to them, cradling Victim in her arms.
Demiurge resisted the urge to frown as she approached, keeping his expression schooled into his usual smile. She had clearly been avoiding him these past few days and there was much to answer for, but now was not the time.
"It is time," she announced. "Get into position. Our lords will be arriving soon."
With disciplined precision, the guardians moved toward the dais, standing in perfect formation as they awaited the arrival of their masters.
Albedo stood just beyond the rest of the guardians, glancing up at the dais before looking out to the rest of the room. She clasped her gloved hands together, it hardly made a sound yet the soft noise echoed throughout the entire ballroom, silencing every voice. Only the faint shuffling of movement continued as everyone else moved into their preordained places.
She raised her voice with perfect poise, letting it carry across the hall. "All is in place. Prepare yourselves—our lords, Ainz Ooal Gown and Vesi Nuval, are about to step forward and grace us with their presence."
[Philian Apolesai]
Ainz and Vesi had made their way to the room just behind the ballroom, their steps nearly silent in the vast halls of Nazarick. It was eerily quiet. With every sentient servant in attendance at the celebration, only the PoP monsters and spawned monsters remained as guards on the upper floors.
Ainz had briefly considered whether it was wise to leave so few defenses in place, but the thought faded as quickly as it came. Nazarick was more secure now than when they'd first arrived. Albedo made it clear she could defend the Tomb with less. Besides, this was a rare chance for everyone to relax—something he rarely had the opportunity or excuse to grant them. He still hadn't found a way to make anyone, aside from the maids, take consistent time for themselves. This party wouldn't replace the need to keep working towards that goal, but it was the perfect occasion.
He knew, of course, that they weren't entirely unguarded. His gaze flicked upward, where twenty Eight-Edged Assassins clung to the ceiling like silent sentinels. Shadow demons slithered along the walls, their presence flickering at the edge of his perception. Vesi hadn't noticed them yet. He decided not to mention them—at least, not unless she asked. She'd made it clear she was worried about today, best to enjoy the quiet calm while they had it.
The decorations lining the halls were elaborate, covering every surface in a vibrant display. Banners bearing Vesi's sigil hung from the walls, floating lanterns drifted lazily above, and streamers wove together in elaborate patterns across the ceiling. Small, glowing fae-like creatures flitted through the air, casting blue light across the golden floors. Ainz tilted his head slightly. "Pestonya's summons, most likely," he noted idly.
Vesi hummed in acknowledgment, but her gaze stayed forward.
When they reached the waiting room, Ainz took a moment to glance around. It was a smaller space, meant for brief reprieves, yet it maintained the regal aesthetic of the ninth floor. Two large chairs sat side by side with a small, neatly arranged table between them, refreshments waiting untouched. The color palette here was different—warmer, with deep reds and browns that stood in contrast to the overwhelming gold of the main halls. Vesi gave an approving nod as she looked around, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
They sat down. Ainz folded his hands together, watching her from the corner of his vision. "Are you feeling alright?"
Vesi exhaled slowly. "Yeah. Just… trying not to think too much about it."
"A reasonable approach," Ainz agreed. "Things tend to go more smoothly when you aren't overanalyzing them beforehand."
A flicker of movement caught Vesi's attention. A shadow in the corner shifted unnaturally, its form rippling as if aware of her gaze. Something about it must have interested her because she reached down. The darkness peeled away from the wall, emerging into a form that swayed toward her, waiting.
Ainz recognized it immediately. One of Demiurge's shadow demons. He had noticed more of them lingering ever since Vesi returned, their silent forms always drifting just out of sight but never far from her. Demiurge was taking her security very seriously.
Vesi extended her fingers, and the shadow pulsed under her touch, letting out a low, almost musical trill. She grinned at the reaction, stroking the surface of its shifting form.
Ainz blinked. "I didn't realize they could be pet."
"I hadn't thought about it either," Vesi admitted, scratching along the creature's edges as its form quivered happily. "They just looked cute, so I wanted to try. I guess they like it."
The shadow let out another pleased trill in agreement.
Ainz observed it for a moment longer, he was relatively certain shadow demons were able to speak so it's odd one would act like this. Although, he'd never really had to learn how they worked, Demiurge managed them all. Before he could think too much about it, Albedo's voice rang out beyond the door, welcoming the gathered denizens and preparing to announce their arrival.
Vesi sighed. The shadow demon let out a confused-sounding chirp before slinking away, though Ainz noted that it lingered just at the edge of her presence. Perhaps it was one that had helped find her.
She rose, smoothing out her dress.
Ainz followed suit. "Ready?"
She exhaled again, nodding. "Yeah."
Third moved to open the door.
And with that, there was no turning back.
[Philian Apolesai]
Third opened the grand doors for them and the world exploded into sound.
Monsters roared, humanoids clapped, and the sheer volume of voices blended into a crashing wave of noise that rolled through the towering hall. The room itself gleamed with opulence. Black obsidian floors reflecting the flickering lights from the massive chandeliers above, golden trim weaving through the walls in intricate, serpentine patterns. The ceiling stretched so high that it was hard to remember they were miles underground.
And the room was completely filled. Creatures of every shape and size crowded the floor, packed shoulder to shoulder. Their reverence palpable even from this distance. But not everyone celebrated the same. Vesi spotted a handful of figures who simply watched with calm, measured smiles—the ones closest to the stage.
The Guardians.
She could only name a few, but they were impossible to ignore. Shalltear stood with hands clasped in front of her, the picture of elegance despite the faint excitement still lingering in her eyes. Demiurge adjusted his glasses, that ever-present smile warm and knowing. Aura leaned slightly on one leg, glancing at her brother as if to make sure he wasn't about to trip over his own feet. Mare fidgeted with the hem of his skirt.
And Albedo.
She stood calm and poised, her expression as perfect as the white silk of her dress. Her golden eyes flicked to Ainz first, then to Vesi. There was something there—something just beneath the surface—but it was gone too quickly to place.
As they each reached the center of the stage, Vesi and Ainz lowered themselves into their small thrones in unison. She tried to match his calm, commanding posture, but there was a stiffness in her shoulders she couldn't shake. Her hands folded neatly in her lap, fingers pressing lightly together. Ainz sat as though he'd done this a thousand times.
Maybe he had.
He raised the [Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown] slightly, but it was enough.
The crowd fell silent.
It wasn't an instant cut—the roaring and applause trickled down, dying into a low hum of murmurs before finally fading to nothing as every being present knelt down. The quiet felt heavier than the noise. Vesi could feel her own heartbeat now, so loud in her ears she could hardly hear anything else.
Ainz began to speak. His low voice filled the room, calm and measured, carrying the weight of command with effortless ease. Vesi did her best to listen, but the words blurred slightly at the edges. She knew the general idea of what he'd be saying anyway. It was far more important that she stay looking composed up here. Her gaze drifted, moving over the gathered crowd again, over the faces watching her… and finally back to the Guardians.
The weight of their stares felt different now. Not judgmental—never that. But something deeper. Something heavier.
Albedo rose gracefully from her place, her voice high and clear.
"Then, everyone, let us pledge our loyalty to the Supreme One."
All the Guardians moved as one to line up behind her. Their smiles vanished, replaced by stern looks of respect. Vesi had known this would be a serious moment, but the sudden, suffocating silence made the air feel heavier. Their gazes bore down on her, a weight that pressed into her chest.
Shalltear was the first to step forward. Of everyone here, seeing her look so austere was the most jarring. Just an hour ago, she'd been joyfully dancing around Vesi's room. The contrast left her momentarily stunned.
"Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the First, Second, and Third Floors, presents herself to the mistress."
In one fluid motion, Shalltear lifted the front of her skirt and knelt. One hand rested over her heart, the other poised elegantly at her side. Every part of her movement exuded a simple grace that put Vesi to shame. The second her knee touched the ground, a massive insectoid figure stepped forward.
"Cocytus. Guardian. Of. The. Fifth. Floor. Presents. Himself. To. The. Mistress."
A chilled fog cascaded from his mandibles as he bowed. Despite his massive frame, his movement was near silent, only the crackling of his frozen breath meeting the warm air. He lowered himself beside Shalltear with precision.
Two smaller figures moved in tandem next. Vesi recognized one instantly — the boy in the skirt. The other, nearly identical, must be his sister.
"The Guardian of the Sixth Floor, Aura Bella Fiora, presents herself to the mistress."
"G-Guardian of the s-same, Mare Bello Fiore, presents himself to the mistress."
Aura bowed first, smoothly and confidently. Mare fumbled slightly, his voice trembling, but he quickly caught himself. They knelt side by side, falling perfectly in line with the others.
Then, Demiurge stepped forward. Unlike the others, his smile remained. Formality dictated professionalism, but that warm, knowing curve of his lips didn't falter. Somehow, that small defiance of tradition put Vesi at ease.
"The Guardian of the Seventh Floor, Demiurge, presents himself to the mistress."
He lowered himself in a graceful descent, as though pouring his devotion into every measured movement. When he finally knelt, Vesi caught sight of the next guardian. Small, fleshy, almost like a newborn, floating in the air. Thin antlers branching from its head and a halo of pure light hovering behind it.
".ssertsim eht ot flesmih stneserp ,mitciV ,roolF hthgiE eht fo naidrauG ehT"
Their voice echoed like a holy choir of overlapping tones, each trying to drown the others out. A cacophony of senseless noise—yet Vesi understood it perfectly. Instantly it unscrambled in her mind.
"The Guardian of the Eighth Floor, Victim, presents himself to the mistress."
A shiver ran down her spine, but not from fear of Victim. His vow and intensity seemed just as the others but the crushing weight of his gaze. Like a beast caught in the eyes of something far greater, she had to fight the need to look away—not out of survival, but out of shame. A deep, nameless, guilt curled in her gut. His eyes seeming to pull her every insecurity to the surface. It felt like her very heart was shaking inside her chest, but thankfully Victim drifted to the ground before the panic could reach her face; his small frame so insignificant next to the others. Yet, she remembered his power. He was likely one of the strongest among them.
Finally, Albedo stepped forward. Her expression remained neutral, composed. For a brief moment, something flickered behind Albedo's eyes—an emotion too quick to name.
"The Guardian Overseer Albedo presents herself to the mistress."
She smiled up at them first before lowering herself to one knee, her voice high and clear.
"With the exception of the Fourth Floor Guardian, Gargantua, the Floor Guardians, and all the sentient servants of Nazarick, are gathered before you. Thus do we offer up our utmost loyalty to our mistress."
Vesi felt her breath catch. They were all kneeling before her. Each movement precise. Perfect. Each pair of eyes filled with something far heavier than reverence, and they all stared at her, patiently waiting for her acceptance. It pressed down on her chest like the weight of a mountain.
They were devoted. Entirely. Undeniably.
For a brief, suffocating moment, panic clawed at the edges of her mind. She couldn't possibly live up to those expectations.
But she had to.
They'd already done so much for her. She couldn't falter now.
Ainz helped her with crafting the speech. All she had to do was go through what they'd practiced. One speech and the rest of the day will be spent relatively stress-free. A lot of anticipation might have been built up to this moment, but it was nothing compared to what she had done just a few short years ago simply to survive. Honestly, with that being the comparison, this should feel simple. But it didn't. Not yet. Maybe once she saw their faces light up, once it truly felt real, the weight in her chest would ease. With a short breath, Vesi smiled. Doing her best to make it a sweet one, one that gave the greatest sense of power—according to Ainz at least.
"My loyal Guardians… hearing your vows today, spoken with such strength and conviction, it is more than I ever could have hoped for. For so long, I dreamed of this moment—to see your faces, to feel the warmth of the place I called home. I spent years longing for this, hoping that somehow, someday, we would find each other again. And now, we have."
At those words, her mind briefly drifted. This hadn't been what she was searching for at all. Never in a million years would Vesi have thought that this is what Nazarick would be like if she found it. Forty of the forty-one she'd been searching for had vanished and if Ainz hadn't found them yet, they likely weren't here at all. The thought left a slightly bitter taste in her mouth, but she had to finish.
"Words truly cannot express how overwhelming it is to stand before you again. I see the strength you carry. I see the loyalty in your eyes. I feel the pride that holds this great tomb together. You never wavered. Not for a moment. And because of that… because of you… I am able to stand here now, proud to call this place my home once more.
I know this world is vast. I know the dangers that lie ahead. But I want you to know… you are not just my servants. You are my strength. My family. And I will not take this second chance for granted."
Vesi took a brief pause, searching the guardian's faces for any sign of doubt but all she saw were warm smiles and sparkling eyes. Pride. Admiration. This wasn't who she thought she'd be standing in front of. They weren't the friends she had spent centuries searching the world for. But as she looked at them now, it still felt like a miracle.
She let the words settle, holding their gazes for a breath longer. Then, with a small smile:
"But for today… celebrate. Enjoy yourselves. You've earned it."
The rapturous applause returned as the music swelled. The majority of the eyes finally leaving her when she sat down. Moving on to one of the activities scattered around the room. That was a blessing in itself. Allowing Vesi to fully take in the moment. For the first time since she arrived, she was able to look at them all, nearly the entirety of the Tomb was gathered here. So many lives—real lives—were before her now.
That realization was all she needed to finally believe it.
This is real.
I'm home.
Vesi's mind was pulled from her thoughts by movement nearby. She glanced up just in time to see one of the dark elves—Aura—hop over the few steps of the stage with an effortless leap. The girl's wide grin was the first thing Vesi registered before she jumped once more, landing just short of Vesi's legs. Aura threw her hands up in a victorious motion.
"Welcome home, Lady Vesi!"
For a split second, Vesi hesitated. Not because she didn't want to accept it, but because she hadn't expected Aura to come up at all. Or any of the Guardians really, it seemed like something they'd all deem as 'impolite'. Though, it was fair to say Vesi didn't know any of them well enough to say she understood their personalities.
Aura clearly had no hesitation, no second-guessing. Her voice was bright and confident, her mismatched eyes filled with an open and genuine excitement that left no room for doubt.
Warmth swelled in Vesi's chest.
"Thank you, Aura. I'm quite happy to be home. It'd be silly of me to push away such a lovely girl, wouldn't it? And really, how could I ask for better company?"
Vesi reached out and lightly placed a hand on Aura's head, ruffling her hair in an affectionate motion just as she had with her brother. Mare seemed to enjoy it then. The dark elf's ears twitched slightly at the touch, and though she made a small noise of protest, she didn't pull away. If anything, she tilted her head just enough to lean into it.
That was all it took.
The rest of the Guardians began to move.
They had been waiting—watching for any sign that they were allowed to approach. And now, seeing the ease with which Aura had stepped forward and how warmly Vesi responded, they no longer held back.
Mare was the next to step up, hesitant but clearly eager to join his sister. His nervous fidgeting didn't stop him from inching closer to her side. Cocytus moved with his usual measured stride, his heavy presence a stark contrast to the light-footed elves. Demiurge was more controlled, adjusting his gloves as he smoothly positioned himself between Vesi and Ainz; Victim floating close behind. While Shalltear stood at Ainz's right.
Albedo took her usual place beside Ainz with seamless grace, standing tall and composed.
Vesi took it all in—the way they arranged themselves instinctively, their presence forming a protective semi-circle around her and Ainz. It felt right.
Aura, still beaming, tilted her head. "You looked a little surprised, Lady Vesi. Were you really expecting me to stay quiet and not say anything?"
Vesi chuckled. "No, I'd expect nothing less from you from you."
The idea that Vesi remembered them and their personalities always seemed to make the servants happy, and seemed to be true with Aura as well. She smirked, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "Exactly! I knew you'd remember how great I am!"
Demiurge let out a low chuckle, adjusting his glasses. "How bold. Yet, I suppose if it were anyone else, I might find it impertinent." His gaze flickered toward Vesi, a knowing glint in his eyes. "But I trust Lady Vesi does not mind."
"Aura," Mare murmured softly, tugging at his sleeve. "Um, maybe you should give Lady Vesi some space? J-just a little?"
Aura waved a hand dismissively, moving to the left of the throne and leaning against its rest. "It's fine. Right, Lady Vesi?"
Vesi hummed in amusement. "Of course. I'd be a fool to turn away such enthusiasm."
Aura puffed up at the praise, while Mare gave a small sigh, though he didn't seem particularly upset.
Albedo, standing still and poised, merely inclined her head. "It is good that we are all able to share in this moment together." Though her words were polite, there was something careful in the way she spoke, as if ensuring nothing could be misinterpreted.
Vesi nodded. "I'm glad too."
A shift beside her.
Cocytus stepped forward, the heavy weight of his presence impossible to ignore. He had been patient, waiting for the right time to speak. Now, it seemed, was that time.
Cocytus stepped forward, the heavy weight of his presence impossible to ignore. He had been patient, waiting for the right time to speak. Now, it seemed, was that time.
"It. Is. An. Honor. To. See. Your. Return. Lady. Vesi..."
His deep voice rumbled through the air, steady and deliberate, carrying the weight of a warrior's respect. He gave a sharp, disciplined bow, his massive form moving with careful precision.
Vesi's lips curled into a soft smile. "Thank you, Cocytus. I never doubted your strength or loyalty, but it's still wonderful to see you again."
Cocytus straightened, his mandibles twitching slightly in what might have been his equivalent of satisfaction. Then, after a moment's pause, he spoke again.
"If. You. Would. Permit. It. I. Wish. To. Present. A. Demonstration. In. Your. Honor... A. Test. Of. My. Blade. That. You. May. Know. How. I. Have. Grown."
A quiet hum of intrigue passed through the gathered Guardians. Cocytus shifted slightly, turning so that both Vesi and Ainz were in his line of sight.
Ainz gave a slow nod, the glow of his eyes flickering thoughtfully. "Interesting. You had requested a few undead for something earlier. I take it this is what you intended?"
Cocytus bowed his head. "Yes. My. Lord. I. Have. Spent. Much. Time. Refining. My. Technique. I. Wish. To. Demonstrate. It. Before. You. Both."
Vesi tilted her head, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "A demonstration, hmm? That does sound interesting. I'd love to see how you've put together."
Cocytus gave a firm nod, stepping back to prepare. The surrounding crowd instinctively parted, creating an open space for the demonstration while the rest of the celebration carried on, laughter and conversation forming a backdrop to the spectacle. Several of Cocytus' Lizardmen warriors stepped forward to join the battle, their expressions disciplined and eager. What followed was a display of raw, calculated power—his movements a blend of discipline and overwhelming might. He tore through summoned constructs and clashed with his warriors in a breathtaking display, each strike clean and devastating, a testament to his continued refinement as a warrior.
The Guardians watched in silent approval, even Shalltear giving a slow nod of respect.
As the demonstration ended, Cocytus planted his weapon into the ground and turned to Vesi once more. "I. Am. Prepared. To. Fight. For Nazarick. Until. The. End... With. Your. Return. Our. Strength. Only. Grows."
Vesi met his gaze, the weight of his words settling over her like a mantle she was more than willing to bear. "I can see that. You honor me, Cocytus."
The great warrior dipped his head one final time before stepping back into his place among the Guardians, silent and steadfast.
From there the night blurred into a rhythm—names to learn, faces to remember, kind words, laughter, music—it all swirled together in her mind in a wonderous haze. Being taken to this world was undoubtedly one of the worst days of her life, but this one night more than made up for all her struggle. She'd truly been rescued from a bleary world and brought straight into a storybook.
Vesi could have stayed in this moment for the rest of her life and been happy; however, things were winding down. Most the maids had stopped mingling and began helping with cleanup, Ainz had already left to work on some future plan, as had most the Guardians after all coming to say their goodbyes, and Sebas had just politely suggested she take a rest after such a long of festivities. It was slightly unfortunate but the fact that she would wake up tomorrow and be right back here made it much easier to bear. She had just been about to agree with him—until she felt it.
It wasn't loud or sudden, but something in the air changed. A presence. Not a threat, exactly, but an awareness, creeping at the edge of her senses. Then, she saw him.
Victim.
He drifted closer with slow, deliberate grace, his fragile form seeming even smaller amidst the grandeur of the room. The movement was subtle, but it commanded attention. He was different from the others—not humanoid, not imposing—but as she met his gaze, a strange feeling coiled in her chest. An unease that wasn't quite fear, an understanding that wasn't quite recognition. Every worry she had buried within herself seemed to surface in that moment.
And yet, there was peace.
Her thoughts snagged on his earlier vow. Guardian of the Eighth Floor. The one place Demiurge hadn't taken her during their tour. He had only given a simple explanation: Ainz had forbidden all Guardians from entering, as the place was too dangerous.
That, at least, made sense. She remembered fragments of what they had built. A wasteland for beasts, a fortress for horrors, the final line of defense for the guild's greatest treasure. Nothing was allowed to pass through that floor untouched.
Except for him.
Victim stopped before her, bobbing lower in his closest approximation of a bow. When he spoke, his voice was soft but layered—countless voices harmonizing in a way that made the air hum.
".emoc ot elbanu saw I tub ,emoh ot erutnr uoy ,sseltimreT ruoH eht htiw deppod evah uoy yad eno deyal ,soediC .ssenpah eht ekas ot emoC"
"I had wished to come, but the Timeless Hour had delayed me. One day, you would have returned, but happiness has come for its own sake."
Vesi blinked. "The Timeless Hour?"
".etaf ot pu sehctac dlrow eht erofeb tnemom ehT .ti llac I tahw si tahT"
"That is what I call it. the moment before the world catches up to fate."
She frowned. It couldn't be helped in the moment. That was… a lot of words to say absolutely nothing. But it didn't feel like he was avoiding the question. More like he was waiting for her to understand.
His small body tilted slightly, and he gave a sound—something like a laugh, though it wasn't a single voice but a layered chorus, as if countless unseen figures chuckled alongside him.
".ydal ym ,emit ni raelc edam eb lliw llA"
"All will be made clear in time, my lady."
Vesi exhaled through her nose. "You seem to love talking in riddles."
".elcatsbo na eb reven lliw taht ytissecen A"
"A necessity that will never be an obstacle."
She shook her head. "I'll take your word for it." A pause. The words came unbidden, slipping out before she could second-guess them. "I just hope I can be a good ruler to you all."
Victim stilled.
His tiny body drifted ever so slightly in the air, his gaze unblinking. The moment stretched long enough that a flicker of unease curled at the edge of her thoughts.
Then he spoke, and the weight of his words settled over her like a gentle tide.
".emit ni uoy wonk lliw dlrow eht dnA .worg ot si ti ,ekat ot ton si elur oT"
"To rule is not to take, it is to grow. And the world will know you in time."
The way he said it—it wasn't a reassurance, nor a lesson. It was as if he had simply seen into her and stated a fact.
Yet, somehow, it made sense.
She nodded. Victim tilted his head in return, his whole body tipping to one side before slowly spinning back into place.
".gninnigeb rehtona tsuj si siht ,emoc ot erom hcum si erehT"
"There is much more to come, this is just another beginning."
A promise. Or perhaps a warning. But unlike before, the weight of his voice did not unsettle her. It brought… calm.
A presence at her side.
"Are you ready to rest for the night, my lady?"
Demiurge's voice, low and composed, cut through the moment. He did not interrupt rudely, but there was a deliberateness to his timing.
"…Yes."
Vesi blinked, glancing at him before looking back at Victim. The spell of the moment was fading, like mist dissolving in the morning light.
"Goodnight, Victim."
Victim remained where he was, his floating form unshifting, but somehow, she felt as if he was smiling.
There was no need for grand farewells. No need to make this a moment larger than it was. She had told them to enjoy themselves. And she wanted them to do just that.
With one last glance at Victim, Vesi turned away, following Demiurge from the room.
[Philian Apolesai]
- Note -
Hello! I know that was a long chapter which makes me want to ask something. Do you prefer long chapters like this or multiple short ones that go over the same amount of content but broken up a bit? I'd just like to get a general consensus if I can. While I'm here, thank you very much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and to see you in the next one3