Two weeks before the expedition force arrived in the Special Region.
Legate Octavionaus' eyes popped open.
What came into his vision was a strange ceiling. It was made with stone and had white glowing objects embedded in it. He tried to look around to understand how he got there but realized his head wouldn't move at all. Then he remembered what happened before everything went blank. "Those monsters..." he gulped as he thought about this.
He tried to move his limbs and his head. It was not just his head, but he couldn't move his entire body. It was as if something was tied around his wrists, ankles, waist, and chest.
This incomprehensible situation filled him with fear, and he wanted to scream, but something was stuck in his mouth, so he could neither speak nor close his mouth fully.
When he desperately tried to look around by straining his eyes, a voice spoke.
"Oh my, you're awake now? The others have not awakened yet. But don't worry, they will be awakening when their time comes."
The creature had a guttural voice. It was hard to tell whether the voice belonged to a man or a woman.
It had the body of a human, but the head of a deformed octopus. The six long, squirming tentacles attached to its head extended all the way down to its thighs.
The thing that appeared in his unmoving sight was a disgusting monster.
The skin color was milky white, like the waxy flesh of someone who had drowned. On the bloated, corpse-like body was clothing made with black leather which barely covered anything. The cloth wrapped tightly around its body, like butcher's twine tying up a piece of meat, and it could be described as nothing but grotesque. If a beauty had worn it, it would have been attractive, but on a monster like this, it was nauseating.
On each hand were four webbed fingers. It had long fingernails, with strange and bizarre nail art on them.
Then he heard another voice. But it was clearly a female one.
The other female snickered as she walked into his field of vision. The legate clearly saw who it was. She was a woman around twenty years old, with short blonde hair and delicate features, vertically split red pupils, two cat ears on the top of her head and a tail that sprouted from the upper part of her butt. Her armor was a revealing top with a short battle skirt and two black feathered angel wings sprouted out from her back.
"~Kukuku. Nya. Has our guest finally awakened, Nya? ~"
"As you say Clementine-chan. Our guest has finally woken up." Answered the abomination.
This strange heteromorphic being turned its pupil-less white, blue eyes on him. "Fufufu, did you sleep well?"
"Hff, hff, hff hff." The Legate could not answer because of the mouth lock in his mouth.
Fear and panic welled up within him. Gripped by those two emotions, he could only let out a harsh breathing noise. The monster touched his cheek softly like a mother trying to calm a scared child. But the cold and mushy feelings of the hand sent chills all over his body.
It would have made perfect sense if the pungent smell of blood or rotten flesh had wafted over, but the creature smelled like fragrant flowers. This only amplified his fear.
"My, to think it'd shrink this much. There's no need to be scared."
Clementine sat on his groin and leaned above him. "~Nya. You smell delicious. I don't even know what to do with you first. Play with you or simply torture you until you lose your mind. The last is more tempting by the way. Nya.~"
The Legate's eyes widened.
The two monster's gaze was towards his lower body. From the sensation of air on his skin, he realized that he was completely naked.
"Kukuku…" Snickered the bloated creature." First the work, Clementine-chan, then the pleasure. You know the Supreme Beings will not tolerate failure."
"~Nyaa. You are boring, Neuronist-chan. But if this is the Supreme Being's wish. Then so be it.~" she shot a lustful glance towards the Legate.
"Hmm, mind if I ask your name?"
It tapped its slender finger on its cheek and tilted its head while asking. The pose would have looked good if it was a beauty, but a monster that looked like a drowned corpse with an octopus for a head only evoked disgust and fear.
"…" The Legate did not answer.
The monster smiled at the terrified man who could only move his eyes. The tentacles covered its mouth, and its expression barely changed. Despite that, he knew it was smiling because its bead-like eyes had narrowed.
Clementine chuckled. "~ Ufufufu, it seems our guest is shy. Nya~."
"Ufufu. How cute. Don't be so shy." Neuronist leaned above him.
The monster's fingertip slid across his chest as if it was writing something, but all he could feel was fear that felt as if his heart was being ripped out.
"Onee-san will tell you her and her sister's names F.I.R.S.T."
It was a seductive and sweet tone of voice that sounded as if heart marks would pop out of them.
"I'm the Great Tomb of Nazarick's Special Information Gatherer, Neuronist. Hehe and this cute girl above you is my assistant and helper Clementine-chan."
Clementine waved and smiled with a seductive expression. "~It is nice to meet ya… Nya! ~"
"They also call us interrogators."
The long tentacles squirmed apart and revealed a circular mouth at their base of the tentacle. Amidst rows of razor sharp teeth, a tube that resembled a tongue came out. It truly looked like a red straw.
Clementine used her long nails to damage the skin on the legate's chest a little bit. Small drops of blood started to flow from the injury.
The Legate was utterly terrified seeing the two monsters' sadistic games. He knew many torturing tactics. He had even participated in many torture scenarios. But he never thought about what his victims might be feeling when the torturers were torturing them. He felt fear like never before. He knew the Empire brought the wrath of the gods upon themselves when the Emperor sent an invading force to this world. And he prayed to Emroy, the God of Darkness, to make his death be as painless as possible and to take that damn fool Molt with him.
Yet he wanted to live. He wanted to survive. He wanted to be out of this horrifying place. "Screw the Empire! Screw the Emperor! I just want to live!" he pleaded in his soul.
"Now, now. You were captured by us."
"~Kukukuku. Indeed. You will be our new toy. Nya~ Please entertain us.~" said the blonde woman playfully.
"But you don't even know where you are. Right?" Teased him the bloated creature.
Neuronist laughed. "~Should we tell him? Nya? ~" asked Clementine.
Neuronist nodded and then turned back to him. "This is the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The place where two of the 41 Supreme Beings, Ainz-sama, and Esdeath-sama, reside. It is the holiest of places in the entire Sorcerous Kingdom."
"Heinhu sawa? Esweafth sawa?"
"Yes, Ainz-sama and Esdeath-sama." Neuronist nodded. Neuronist and Clementine understood him perfectly despite his inability to speak properly. Clementine jumped down beside her and started to prepare the torture tools.
"They are two of the 41 Supreme Beings. Ainz-sama ruled over the other Supreme Beings in the past, and he is very, very cool. If you look at him once, you'll want to swear loyalty with all your heart and Esdeath-sama enforces his will by any means necessary."
Neuronist paused for a moment.
"She led his armies through the trenches of the enemy lines and crushed them without hesitation. She developed a very cool torturing device you know? She even bestowed one to me to make my job easier. Ufufu. The Supreme Beings are truly generous towards us lowly beings."
She fidgeted, no, jiggled as if she was embarrassed.
"Hey, do you want to hear something? The two of them are gods, but they still remained amongst us. They did not abandon us. This is why we always remain faithful towards them and pray that the other 39 will return one day."
"What? Gods? Impossible! But thinking back about those creatures. If we attacked the domain of gods… Oh, Emroy. Save us!"
Like a timid girl playing with her finger, she traced letters across his naked body.
Clementine finished the preparations of the torturing tools. '~Neuronist-chan! I prepared the tools! ~ Nya!"
Neuronist turned her tentacled face back to him. "How unfortunate. …Ha, it makes my body feel electrified. Ara, I'm sorry. I've been talking only about myself."
The way her body twitched in delight called to mind the writhing movements of a giant, squirming maggot.
"Don't mind me." Neuronist ignored his thoughts and continued.
"Now, should I tell you about your fate? Do you know what a choir is?"
He blinked at the unexpected question. Looking at his surprised expression, Neuronist assumed he did not know what a choir was and explained.
"A choir is a group of people that sings hymns praising god's love and glory. I want you to become one of them, along with all your little friends." He turned his eyes with a great deal of effort and saw his other soldiers bound to the torturing tables beside him."
If that was all, then it wasn't much. He wasn't very confident in his singing, but he was not tone deaf either. But was this monster really talking about something like singing? He could not hide his unease that arose like the tide and eyed Neuronist.
"~Sing us the melody of your suffering! Nya! ~" said Clementine playfully.
"That's right, a choir. Even fools like you that haven't sworn loyalty to the Supreme Beings can dedicate their voices to sing their praises. The goal is a chorus. Ah, how electrifying! It's Neuronist's gospel music devoted to the Supreme Beings."
A cloudy color spread in its revolting eyes. Was that because it was excited by its thoughts? Its fingers wiggled like worms.
"Fufufufu, now I'll introduce you to the ones who will support you in your chorus."
As if they had been waiting in a corner, several figures came into view.
He stopped breathing the moment he saw them. It was obvious that they were evil creatures. It was as if Hardys' demons from the ancient tales had come alive.
Black leather aprons clung tightly to their figures. Their skin was ghastly pale, almost transparent, and dark veins were visible as if their blood was purple.
They wore tight black leather masks with no visible openings, which made him curious about how they could see or breathe. Their arms were long as well. They were about two meters in height, but their arms were long enough to reach their knees.
Each of them had a belt on their waist, with numerous tools hanging off them.
There were four of them in total.
"They're 'Torturers.' They're going to help me and Clementine-chan assist you and your little invader companions sing a beautiful song." A dangerous premonition. He finally realized what it meant by singing and struggled to escape. However, he still could not move.
"It's no use~. It's not going to break from someone of your strength. They'll cast healing magic over and over, so you can get plenty of opportunities to practice."
Neuronist said this as though she were extending the hand of mercy to him, but she did so in the cruelest of tones.
"Thnd du mus!" (Don't do this!)" Pleaded the Legate.
"~ Ara. It seems our guest does not want to participate in the chorus. Don't you think that is quite rude of him, Neuronist-chan? Nya! ~"
"Mmm? Indeed, Clementine-chan. It is rude for a guest to refuse to sing in the chorus. Please sing to us your melody for the Supreme Beings. Pretty please?"
Neuronist spoke softly to the man who had tears rolling down from his eyes. Then the six tentacles squirmed.
"Listen well. Because the two of them remained, we, who were created by the 41 Supreme Beings, were allowed to exist. Our very existence is to serve Ainz-sama and Esdeath-sama. Do you think we'll show even a shred of mercy to some filthy thieves who invaded the domains of our gods!?"
"Wef aftr lirru gwpph! Igft wdgil nfet hfppfnd sgagn!)" (We are really sorry! It will not happen again!)"
"Hehehe, that's right. Regret is a valuable thing."
"Shall we start the song, Clementine-chan?"
"~Nya! Let's start it. I hope they will last longer than the previous ones. Nya!~" she licked her lips.
Neuronist picked up a thin rod from somewhere. At the end of the rod were spikes that were roughly five millimeters long.
"Let's start with this."
Neuronist kindly explained every little detail to the man who didn't understand anything about the tool.
"My creator used to suffer from a bit of a problem called 'kidney stones.' To pay respects to that, we'll start with this. Since it became so small, I don't think we'll have much problem putting it in."
"Thnd du mus!" ('Don't do this!")
Neuronist took its face closer to the man who was screaming out in the realization of what would happen to him.
"We're going to spend a long, long time together. You shouldn't start crying because this is only the beginning. Clementine-chan and I waited a long time for new recruits for our chorus."
Clementine chuckled while her face twisted into an unnaturally wide smirk. "~Let the song begin. Nya! ~"
Scene Change: Ula Pianca (Imperial Castle)
Each day, hundreds of lords and nobles would visit the Imperial castle. The Empire used all its effort and resources to build it as huge and ostentatious as the Empire was able to. Showing their strength to the allied countries. Ensuring their loyalty. After all, the Empire enforced its rule mostly through a show of force, not diplomacy.
The castle was always a busy place to be. Senators, nobles, and courtiers came and went each day, treating politics like a chore.
Under the meetings, they would enjoy delicious foods, graceful dancers, gambling, courting before engaging in dialogues... That was the general feel of it. The nobles might even decide on the deployment of armies based on the number of games they played.
However, in the current situation, this was not the case. Now all of them looked worried. According to what the returning troops had reported, the enemy was not even human. They were more like demons with incredibly powerful magic that shattered the sky, raised the dead and even summoned the demons of Hardy from her underworld residence.
According to the reports, the battlefield was like the gods themselves had allied with each other just to punish the Empire for its sins.
All Senators and Nobles knew the Empire was far from perfect but what had they done to deserve such punishment from the gods? No one knew and because of this, they were afraid. Also, because no one knew what could offend the gods to cause them to rain such punishment, they did not know how to make it right.
This is why no one could appreciate the good music, food and the dancers that the palace offered to its guests. Their stomachs churned and just could not take any of the food and drink after reading the report of the crushing defeats.
After all, they had just lost that which caused the Empire to hold its dominant position among the countries while it was under the reign of Emperor Molt Sol Augustus, their overwhelming military force and wealth.
Even a child would know that these were the reasons that the Empire was feared by many countries.
Now, the Empire could be said to have lost an arm. As the generals and nobles in the court were part of the expedition, there was an enormous amount of casualties.
With such an outstanding number of dead people, the nobles had to spend their day rushing around from one funeral to another. The emperor himself hosted the ceremony with mourning clothes and yet the lazy days of the Imperial Castle continued.
"Your Majesty, the Alliance Army has suffered a major defeat. The dead and missing have reached sixty thousand. If we include the ones who were wounded but are still able to resume their duties, it is around a hundred thousand. The survivors of the Alliance Army have each returned to their respective countries."
These numbers had not included the ogres, goblins, and giants. The demi-humans which had inferior intelligence were treated like warhorses. Hearing Domestic Minister Marquis Marcus' report, the emperor nodded his head tiredly.
"Just as planned. The cowardly senators who were afraid after we suffered some losses have nothing to worry about anymore. What about the other expedition force?"
The Senator gritted his teeth before answered to his Emperor. "Th-They are gone, my Emperor."
"What?" Emperor Molt eyes widened. "What did you just say?"
"Th-They are gone. The returning soldiers spoke about some kind of army of gods. Most of them went insane."
The Emperor sighed hearing the shocking news. "Bring before me the highest ranked survivor." One of his guards saluted respectfully and went to fetch the survivor.
"But Emperor, the movement of the enemies from beyond the Gates is a huge concern. According to our scouts, both enemy armies managed to build a fortified fortress around the structures." The senator continued.
"This is disconcerting. But the Empire has won against greater odds before. The Empire will survive no matter what." Stated Emperor Molt as he supported his head with his fist and looked to the sidelines with a bored expression.
"Forgive me, your majesty. But I do not share your opinion about our situation. I am concerned. It is bad enough our first expedition force has been repelled with such ease. But our second expedition armys' defeat was crushing to the empire. We lost two-fifths our overall military strength."
"Still. It is not a problem in the long term. The distance between the capital and the holy Dalnus and Arnus hills is great. We just use this strategic position of ours to our advantage. The enemy will have to penetrate deep into our territory to reach the capital. We will simply use the Scorched Earth tactic combined with attacks upon their supply lines. No army can march without supplies."
The emperor continued.
If the enemies started moving their pieces, all of the cities and villages leading up to the Empire should be burned down, the wells poisoned and the food seized to the last grain of wheat. Therefore, amidst the scorched earth, no army could obtain supplies and thus this will stop their advancement. With this, no matter how strong their army and their mages might be, a chance for them to show their weakness would arise.
If there was no way to forage for supplies locally, supplies would have to be sent from their own country. It would be a substantial burden on their horses, and the supply line would have to be guarded against occasional bandit raids. This way, the enemy's fighting potential would be greatly diminished the closer they got to the capital, giving the Empire's army the advantage when fighting near the capital.
If they built strongholds at various locations and forced the enemies to bleed, the enemies would gradually crumble under pressure. Such was the basis of this world's military science.
Make the enemies advance deep into the enemy's territory and hit them when they are tired.
Without a doubt, it was an easily understandable and efficient tactic in any world. However, scorched earth tactics would turn their own lands into crisped soil, and it would be hard to undo the damage. Such tactics disregarded the livelihoods of the people by robbing them of their food and water, and the support of the people would be lost. Thus, the people would have resentment towards the government that would last for generations. Considering all these cons, it was hard to issue such orders politically. However…
"But...the tax revenue would decrease."
Marquis Marcus used a reserved manner to articulate the damage that would be done to the people.
The emperor only said "Hmph. Just cancel a few planned parades and postpone the plans for the Imperial Villa." and with this, Emperor Molt dismissed the concerns.
For the mighty Empire, the suffering of the people and the approval of the citizens were merely trivial details.
"There was talk of Marquis Casel making a fuss."
"Why do I have to care about Marquis Casel's sanity?"
"It seems like he and some of the senators are conspiring to declare a state of emergency counsel."
The Senate's counsel could veto the orders from the emperor. The Senate even had the power to dismiss the emperor.
In the history of the Empire, the number of cases where the thrones of emperors were threatened due to the counsel from the Senate was not low.
"Hmph, how interesting. Just let them do what they want. Who knows, this may be a chance to round up all of those conspirators at the same time. Order the Privy Council to look into this matter."
Marcus had an astonished expression on his face for a second, but he still bowed respectfully towards the emperor.
The emperor's weapon against the Senate was the crime of treason. It required the Privy Council to present evidence in order to sentence them.
"It seems like many have taken the privilege of being a Senator for granted. It looks like it's time to remove the weeds."
Both Marcus and Emperor Molt looked in the direction of the knocking footsteps on the marble floor. All of them saw a young man approaching them at the end of the throne hall. He wore a standard butler uniform with a vest and white butler gloves. One of his eyes was covered with an eyepatch and the other dimmed with a faint blue light. On his handsome young face, a bland, expressionless settled.
He almost reached Molt and Marcus. The Emperor guards ran out from behind the columns of the throne room and created a wall of shields before their emperor.
Emperor Molt, despite his surprise, still kept his arrogant, superior expression. "Humph. Who are you, boy? I do not remember sending for you."
The young man bowed his head. However, the Emperor, despite his long years of politics could not read anything from his bland face. It was a completely boring and expressionless look. "I am Zero Rei, the faithful servant of the Supreme Beings."
"Hmm. Supreme Beings? Never heard of them…" Thought Molt.
"Humph. And why are you here? I don't know of any Senator that is called a Supreme Being." the Emperor haughtily said as he mocked Zero.
"I bring a message from the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown" he said in his still calm and collected tone.
"Never heard of him and his country. He must be a ruler in a small backwater country if even I, the Emperor of the Saderan Empire did not hear about him. He must be an insignificant ruler."
The stranger's eyes squinted, and he disappeared. The honor guards started to search for him. "He most likely chickened out and left." the emperor said in a mocking manner.
Then he felt someone grabbing his tunic and raising him into the air. "Don't try my patience meat bag. My masters are patient but, the same could not be said for me. I don't care if you mock me. But if you mock the Supreme Beings and their domain, that means you mock my creator and my gods." He said in an extremely cold tone. A cold sweat ran down everyone's spine.
Emperor Molt struggled to break out from his grasp. Despite the thin frame of his arms. His grasp was unreasonably strong. It was like he was being choked by Rory the Reaper, the apostle of Emroy.
"What gods do you serve, boy? Hmm? Emroy? Hardy? Palapon or Duncan?" his smug expression remained.
"I don't know anything about those pathetic beings of whom you speak. But if they rebel against the Supreme Beings. They will be annihilated."
The Emperor just smiled as he struggled in the boy's grasp. One of the guards tried to stab him in the back with his spear. But as the spear reached his opponents back it simply broke into pieces. The young man glanced over his shoulder towards his attacker with his still bored expression on his face.
"Kill the guards." He gave the order with a cold, emotionless tone.
The guards started to collapse all at once as many Eight Edged Assassins appeared from their hiding places and slit the guard's throats with one simple move. The guards quickly drowned in their own blood.
The Eight Edged Assassins are magical beings with a human-like body shape that wear a black spider ninja costume which has eight legs that are like keen blades. They are capable of rendering themselves invisible passively, and they can suspend themselves on a ceiling like a bat.
Each of their eight legs allowing them to stick to the ceiling, attached with a razor. The moment they leap towards their prey; it could launch eight simultaneous strikes. Their ability is to kill their prey with a single blow to the head.
Marcus and the Emperor's eyes widened seeing his veteran honor guards killed so easily by the suddenly appearing creatures. Zero threw Molt to his seat then he threw beside his head a knife. The knife scratched the Emperors' face, barely missing his eye. On the end of the knife, there was an envelope.
He started to stroll away as he dusted his white gloves. "The envelope contains a message and the demands of the Sorcerer King. Obey and survive. Resist, and even your previously mentioned pathetic gods could not save you from the wrath of the Supreme Beings." He glanced back to him with his bored face.
"Remember. We can reach you and anyone you love anytime, anywhere." With that, he and the creatures behind him disappeared like they had never been there.
The Emperor started to massage his face as he inspected the message. "W-What do we do now, your Majesty?"
As Molt read the message, he gritted his teeth. "Double the guards around the palace and the patrols in the city. Place a high bounty on that boy's head."
Marquis Marcus bowed his head respectfully.
Suddenly, a voice that was clear as a bell cut through the quiet air in the palace.
"Your Majesty!" The disrespectful person appearing before the emperor was the princess. In other words, one of the emperor's daughters. She had flame-like vermillion hair and white porcelain skin that was accentuated by her white silk garment. Kneeling on one knee, she displayed flawless court etiquette.
As she stormed into the throne room, she spotted the bodies around the throne. She gasped. "W-What happened?"
"Humph. Somehow one of the enemy assassins managed to sneak into the chamber and tried to assassinate me. Fortunately, my guards chased him off before he could finish his work."
"Your majesty is alright?" Pina asked in a concerned tone.
"I am fine. My attacker was a professional, but even he could not stand a chance against me. Fortunately, he was young and inexperienced." Emperor Molt smiled bitterly.
Marquis Marcus threw a concerned look at his Emperor.
"This is not a game! The Empire is now having an emergency, and you have been almost assassinated! What has Your Majesty done to curb this problem? Is Your Majesty getting senile?" Such sharp words emerged from her beautiful face.
The princess' tongue was sharp as usual.
"Your Highness, what urgent matters do you have to barge into the chambers of His Majesty?" asked her Marcus.
If the emperor's third daughter, Piña Co Lada just sat still with a smile on her face, she would look like an excellent work of art. However, her sharp tongue has been said to have made weak men faint, an infamous ability in the Empire.
"Obviously, it's about the bandits occupying Arnus and Dalnus Hill. It seems that till this day the two holy places are still under their control. I couldn't imagine that your Majesty would still sit with such a relaxed posture after hearing what happened to the Allied Army. Marquis, have you reported the facts to his Majesty?"
"Your Highness, I certainly did give the report. The Alliance Army did suffer heavy losses, but they defended bravely against the enemy's invasion of the Falmart Continent. Thanks to the courageous Alliance Army who sacrificed their lives in the battle, the enemy has received both physical and psychological damage and are shivering in fear as they have built strong forts in panic, hiding within like hibernating bears. Such enemies are no threat to us at all."
After hearing Marquis Marcus's words, Piña replied with a "Hmph! And what about the other invading force? What is your Majesty planning to do with them?"
"Everything is under our complete control." Molt assured her.
"I'm not a kid anymore; I know that is how things are put across to children but, to turn not one but two armies' complete defeat into victory is unheard of."
"It's the truth." the Emperor looked bored because of this conversation but, deep inside he was concerned.
"So you are going to sacrifice the truth and paint the history books with your lies?"
"Even if you put it like that, I cannot answer." Molt dismissed her claim.
"You sly courtier! Aren't the Holy Hills of Arnus and Dalnus still under the enemy's complete control? Did they defend successfully? The truth is that the foot of the hill is filled with corpses."
"It's true that we took some losses…" The Emperor looked off to the side with a bored expression.
"Then, what are we going to do from now on?"
Marquis Marcus played dumb while explaining to her the projects such as recruitment of new troops and their training. Piña clicked her tongue annoyingly at Marcus's words that anyone who was army related would know about.
"How many years do you think it will take? Could you ensure that the two invading forces will just sit quietly and wait?"
"Your Highness. I am aware of that. But currently, all we can do is to follow the steps of recruiting, training and rebuilding of the army. Even the vassal states have lost their troops. Even if another Alliance Army were formed, the time needed for it to become a reality would be proportional to the national strength. Even if the other countries reconstructed their armies later than us, they would catch up sooner or later."
Hearing this, Piña exclaimed astonishingly, "It would be impossible to defend against the invaders if we wait that long!"
Sighing, Emperor Molt held up his hand to stop their bickering.
Based on his observations, Piña had the tendency to cause unrest. Those without responsibilities were like this; always criticizing but had no constructive suggestions. Even if they had made suggestions, it was all wishful thinking that disrespected the traditions and social status of others. If someone voiced objections against them, they would counter by asking "What would you do then!"
For example, the only solution now is to follow the steps Marquis Marcus had said. Buying time for that would be dependent on diplomacy. To achieve that, the emperor's plan to gather the vassal country's troops and eliminate them in one go was successful.
The resigned Emperor shrugged and said to his daughter.
"If you put it this way, Piña, I have something to say."
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Regarding the enemies on the two holy hills, the information we have in our hands right now is very limited. Why don't you go check it out?"
"Me?"
"Yes. We are still rebuilding the Empire's army, so we are lacking scouts and can't draw them from our standing army. The enlisting and training of new recruits will need time as Marquis Marcus said. The only troops that are free and are adequately trained would be your Order of Knights. If the Knights are not your playmates for pretend games, that is…"
Under the provoking gaze of the Emperor, Piña shut her lips.
For knights, who were mocked and accused of playing a game of pretending, although they took pride in being assigned missions, the contents of the mission were dissatisfying.
Also, she and her order of knights had zero experience in a real battle. Could she and her knights complete this dangerous mission?
The Emperor glanced towards her lazily. "Well then. Do you accept this order?"
Gritting her teeth, Piña raised her head with a determined look and... "I have received it."
After she had said those proud words, Emperor Molt responded ceremoniously.
"Umu, then I shall look forward towards your achievements."
"Well then, Father. I shall be on my way."
With that, Piña Co Lada turned her back to the throne as she left the hall.
Scene Change: Somewhere in The Empire's Territory:
Two figures strolled under the blazing sun of the continent of Falmart. Their way led near the road in the forest, so the two of them did not really recognize anything from the blazing sun above them because the woods covered their steps in shadows.
One of them was a broad, black-clad warrior who wore a crimson cape on his back with two huge two-handed swords that hung on his back beneath the cape. The other was a slender woman who wore a long hooded coat and under it a metallic looking armored suit. On her side, a katana hung lazily.
Everyone who saw this duo would surely say they were no ordinary people. From their equipment, posture and dignity as the two of them carried themselves, anyone might mistake the duo for veteran soldiers or mercenaries who earned enough to buy such expensive equipment.
"I hope you are wearing the [Ring of Concealing] it would be pretty unfortunate if someone recognizes us." Said the black-clad warrior.
The woman beside him nodded. "I equipped it and activated the anti-spy measurements. So no one can spy on us or even hear what we are saying without our will. Here, take this and activate it. So you don't have to be beside me to be affected by the effect of my new anti-spy enchantment."
Momon nodded. Took the item from his companions hand, equipped and activated it.
It had been two days since the duo left the newly built Fortress Gown in the Special Area. Since then they just walked, hoping the two players could find a new adventure and excitement that both of them had been craving for a long time. Being a King in a kingdom that had no inner or outer enemies is utterly boring. No challenges remained in the Sorcerous Kingdom.
"So, what do you think, Momon-san?"
"About what?" The black-clad warrior turned to his companion.
"Well, about this whole gate thing. Do you think we will find anything interesting in this world?"
Momon chuckled. "No matter what we find. It could not be more disturbing than your weird experiments."
"Hey! My experiments are not weird! They are the basis of our future."
"Yeah… Of course, propelling yourself through time and space is for the future of the Kingdom. Brilliant. Just brilliant." said Momon in a sarcastic tone.
The dark skinned woman pouted her face. "Never venture, never win!"
"Do you remember when we accidentally disappeared because of one of your experiments?"
The woman chuckled wholeheartedly. "Yeah, that was fun. According to your Kingdom's time, we disappeared for only one hour, but in reality, we were away approximately one thousand years."
Momon nodded. "That was a great adventure. However, we really need to retire."
"What do you mean by that?" Esdeath turned her face towards him.
"We became too old. After Beelzebub becomes experienced enough, I will step down from the throne."
The woman sighed. "Maybe you are right. We are no longer those young idealists that we were before. I wonder what will come first. Insanity or death. Oh. Sorry. You can't even become insane because of your race nature. You are completely immune to mind affecting effects like madness. Lucky bastard. I hope you will keep me in a sturdy rubber room and a heavily reinforced straight jacket if I go insane. Because I can't even die a natural death due my race immortality. Grah. So annoying." she brushed her head with an annoyed expression.
"Don't say such things. As your king and guild master, I order you to remain sane."
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Whatever. I'll do my best, Emperor Palpatine." She rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, what are you planning? Do you want to retire too?"
"Nah. I think I'll just continue my experiments, hoping one day I find the meaning of life. I have time you know. I can't die by natural means, and this is just depressing. Existence without end is utterly boring." She looked sad for a moment.
The Black-clad warrior sighed. "Don't worry. I am sure you will find something that makes life worth living."
"For example?"
"Maybe you'll finally think about starting a family?"
"Don't start on that, I have enough with your and Albedo's constant nagging on this theme. I am fine alone. Really. Don't worry about me." She tried to repel Momonga's ongoing concern which has haunted Momonga since they conquered the New World.
Momon sighed with his non-existent lungs.
Then the two adventurers spotted smoke in the distance amongst the woods.
An apparently burned and frightened man crawled out from the forest. He was barely alive and burnt to the point where he was almost unrecognizable. From his ears, the two adventurers knew he was an elf.
Seeing the two heroes, the burned man started to crawl towards them slowly. The two warriors stopped and looked at the burned man with a dumbfounded expression.
The two of them of course always kept their guard up. This was the adventurer's first rule. Always prepare for the worst because Mister Murphy is constantly watching.
As the man reached them, he looked up to them. "P-Please… Save my daughter..." His simple clothes were stained with blood and burn marks and in many places his clothes had fused together with his flesh. He looked to have just survived an attack from a monster or mage that used a fire based attack.
The two of them could only understand his language because they wore enchanted necklaces made by Esdeath with [Greater Arcane Language].
Momon nodded. "Treat his wounds. I'll collect a bit of firewood."
Esdeath nodded in response and started to treat the burned man's wounds. Of course, the two of them could have used one of their red healing potions, or Esdeath could use one of her few healing spells which could heal the man immediately.
Besides this, either of them could use one of their core base building items to conjure a fast house on the location they currently stood upon by using an item that the two players held in their inventory. However, neither of them wanted to blow their cover this early.
They instead were using their adventurer personas so they could do a little reconnaissance, and of course, to revive their old adventurer days.
Momon raised his massive twin swords and with a flash, the black-clad warrior cut a thick tree down. The tree started to fall towards him which he received with quick, flashing slashes. He diced the tree into equal pieces. It seemed his long years of swordsmanship practice had paid off.
Meanwhile, Esdeath treated the man's wounds. She bandaged him with the clean bandages that she pulled out from her void storage. Fortunately, the man had fainted because of his pain, so he did not see what she had done just a moment before. She used her lowest possible aimed healing magic to treat his burns and unseal the cloth that was fused with his flesh.
"[Silent Cast: Minimize Magic: Angelic Healing]" She raised her hands and started to place them above the burned points of the elf's body. Her hands began to glow with a faint brightness of light energy.
She also used a minimal amount of painkiller tonic to cover up the man's burnt body a little bit. Not too much so as to not raise any suspicion. He will still feel pain afterwards, but not as much as he would if he remained untreated.
Momon brought back two huge piles of wood under his strong arms. Esdeath turned to him. "Don't you think you went a little overdrive this time?"
"You can never be quite sure how much firewood you may need." Chuckled Momon before his emotion suppression kicked in and a faint green aura appeared around him. Of course, this atmosphere was only recognized by himself. "Sush. The suppression kicked in again."
(This emotion suppression was one of the Undead Overlord race's unique traits)
Momon put down the two huge piles of wood and started to build a campfire.
Esdeath nodded. "How is our guest?" asked Momon.
"He will survive. However, I am not sure if this would be the case if we arrived only a minute later."
Momon nodded. "Then he is a lucky bastard."
Two hours later the man's eyes slowly opened. As he looked around in his pained delirium, he asked in a panicked voice, "I am alive? I am alive! Where is my daughter? Where is Tuka?!" However, he was still somewhat dazed from the painkiller medicine that Esdeath gave him.
He looked off to the side and saw a campfire with a roasted rabbit above it. The freshly cooked rabbit smell was appetizing, and his mouth started to water. He gulped down the saliva that gathered in his mouth.
He felt good enough to slowly stand up and walk towards the roasted rodent.
"You should not move in this state." He heard a female voice behind his back. He turned around to see the black-clad warrior and the strange armored girl that wore an odd long coat stepping out from amongst the trees.
He recognized them from his dream. The two of them were the ones that he had stumbled into when he had crawled away after the flame dragon attacked. "So it was not a dream." He murmured.
"You must be exhausted and hungry after everything you went through. Please sit and eat." said the dark warrior. The elf nodded uneasily as he sat down on his makeshift bed on the ground.
The dark warrior pulled out his knife and cut off a piece from the rodent. "Here, eat." The man nodded and started to eat. He was still exhausted after what had happened.
He did not even know these two strangers, but the two of them helped him. Of course, he was glad. Still, it was strange for him to be saved by complete strangers. Most of the people whom he would meet in such a situation would simply loot him and let him succumb his wounds.
"Thank you for the meal and for healing me. May I ask the two of you for your names?"
"I am Momon." The dark warrior motioned to himself. "She is Raidyn." He pointed to the woman beside him who ate only a little bit from the rabbit.
"We are the adamantine ranked adventurer team called Darkness."
"Adventurers? Are you some kind of mercenary? Also, what is with that adamantine rank?" he inquired.
The two adventurers looked at each other. "You could say that. The adventurer's task is to hunt down dangerous monsters and explore the unknown. Delve into dangerous dungeons and bring back the treasures from them for the customer."
"Could you tell us what happened to you?" asked Raidyn.
"Yes, our village was attacked by a flame dragon." He explained everything to the two adventurers.
After he had finished, Momon asked his first question. "Could you explain what kind of dragon that 'Flame Dragon' is?"
The man nodded. "Yes, it is a monster beyond imagination. It burns down everything in its way, and its appetite towards human and elf flesh is insatiable after it has first tasted it."
Raidyn smiled and turned to Momon. "What do you say, Momon-kun? Worthy target?"
Momon chuckled. "Most likely."
"What are you saying? You are out of your mind! If you see a fire dragon the best you can do is to run away! It is a monster beyond imagination. You would not have a chance! It either burns you or eats you alive!"
The two adventurers chuckled.
"What is your name?" asked Raidyn.
"Hodor Marceau" he answered.
"Well, Hodor, we are Adamantine ranked adventurers. We are amongst the highest ranked adventurers. We used to hunt dragons on a daily basis." noted Raidyn as she continued her meal.
The man's eyes widened. "What do you mean, you fight with monsters like dragons on a daily basis? Still, from your appearance you are not from around here since you don't know how nightmarish that creature truly is." He glanced to the side with sadness, remembering what had happened to his village.
"Don't worry about us." said Momon.
"There is no hope of you defeating that monster. But at least I would like to hire you to help find my daughter in our village. "
The man moved into a pleading position. "Please! I will give you anything that you wish for!"
Raidyn sighed and looked to Momon. "What do we do, Momon-kun? Do we accept?"
"Hm. It could not hurt if we at least investigate the case. But we do not promise anything."
"Thank you!" he cried out of joy.
"Where did you last see your daughter?" Asked Momon in a cold tone.
"Our village is nearby. Come, I will show you. Maybe, she is still there! I hid her from the fire dragon in the well."
The two adamantine ranked adventurers looked at each other. "I am sorry Hodor. We already investigated the village, and we found no survivors."
"What? That can't be right! You certainly missed something! Let us investigate the village once more!"
Raidyn sighed. "What do you say, boss?"
"It would not hurt if we investigate the village one more time."
"Thank you…" said Hodor. "No problem. We will be going in two hours. Gather your strength."
The blonde bandaged elf nodded and laid down on his makeshift bed.
Two hours passed and the trio walked through the woods until they reached the clearing where the elf village was located.
They searched again. However, the two Supreme Beings already knew. Other than the few rodents who were still around, no living or unliving life was present in the village.
"I am sorry Hodor. There are no survivors."
Hodor looked around with a frightened expression searching for his daughter. "No! No! No! Please just search for her one more time! She will show up!"
Raidyn sighed. "I am sorry. But I scouted the place with my magic multiple times. There is no humanoid living creature remaineing in the village."
Hodor trembled. He trembled because of his anger, he trembled because of his helplessness and finally he trembled because he left Tuka alone.
"Damn…" he gritted his teeth. "Daaamn!" the blonde man fell to his knees as he shouted his cry of desperation.
"We will escort you to a nearby village." Momon placed his hand on his shoulder.
The blonde man brushed his hands off. "Leave me alone…"
He turned towards them and started to shout while tears rolled down on his face. "Leave me alone! Leave my village!"
Then he closed his eyes as he bowed his head downward. "J-Just please leave me alone to mourn..."
Seeing the two adventurers were no longer needed, Momon turned around. "Come Raidyn. We are no longer welcome here."
"B-But…"
Momon glanced back. "Come…"
Raidyn sighed in defeat. "Fine… You are right." She grabbed a red healing potion from her belt and placed beside the mourning father. "If you find yourself between life and death again, drink this, and your injuries will be healed immediately."
With that, the two adventurers left the mourning father.
While they walked away, Raidyn asked Momon, "So, what now, Momon-kun?"
"We can't let a dragon wander around while our forces are out here. We will go and hunt it down."
"Yes! Dragon hunting! I hope it will not be as weak as the dragons that called themselves 'Dragon Lords'" she said while showing sarcastic quotation marks with her hands. "Even the strongest amongst them. Ah. What was he called…?"
"Platinum Dragon Lord." Answered Momonga.
"Yes! Right. He was pretty weak. I remember he said. 'I will stop you abominations!' and 'You will never get away with this, you villains!'" Esdeath imitated the deceased Dragon Lord sarcastically.
"Yet, he was killed by one single spell of yours. It was a quite disappointing battle." She rolled her eyes.
Soon they reached the road near the forest. The two of them became aware of a strange track. They inspected it. "What do you think? Is this what I think it is?"
"We can't be sure. Our first survey did not show any sign of modern technology."
Suddenly the two of them heard a terrifying screech as the huge red flame dragon flew above them.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Raidyn smirked.
Momon nodded, and the two adamantine ranked adventurers started to chase after the massive dragon. Of course, they could use their powers to kill it instantly but, as said before, the two of them did not want to raise any suspicions.
Scene Change: Heaven: The realm of gods:
Gathered around a large oval table in their heavenly home sat eight gods. Of course, there were officially nine main deities in Falmart. However, as the goddess of the Underworld, Hardy mostly resided in her underworld residence weaving plans on how to catch Rory Mercury, the apostate of Emroy.
Emroy was the God of Darkness, War, Death, Violence, and Insanity and did not really care what that woman was doing in her free time. Moreover, he found it amusing that Hardy was always failing with her plans. He just watched and laughed while leaning back in his heavenly throne as that wench always failed with her plan to capture his Rory. He was the God of Insanity amongst many things after all. He loved crazy things.
The eight deities who sat around the table were Emroy, God of Darkness; Lunaryur, the God of Music; Deldort the God of Covenants, Zufmuut the God of Light and Order; Palapon, the God of Revenge; Flare, the God of the Sun; Wareharun, The Goddess of Trees and Forests; Mirita, the Goddess of Fertility; Duncan, the God of Blacksmithing and La and Elange, the twin gods of Study and Knowledge.
They had called an emergency meeting around a week after the other gate opened.
"What did Hardy do this time? Which backwater world did she open her damned gate to?" frowned Deldort the God of Covenants.
The one who answered was Zufmuut, the God of Light and Order. "We don't know. It seems that the Empire has evidently enraged one of the gods on the other side so much that one of them personally stepped through the Gate with an army of creatures. I assume everyone felt her presence? "
Everyone nodded.
Palapon, the God of Revenge, scoffed. "You speak nonsense, Zufmuut. We are no longer capable of taking the form of the mortals. Why do you assume other gods can? I think you just confused her with one of the God's apostates from the other side."
"Technically it is possible to have mortal flesh again." The harmonious voice of La and Elange spoke. "You just need to take over a human or any other creature." Explained the twin gods.
"Still, mortal bodies are not capable of withstanding the amount of power which that girl emitted, and she completely disappeared from my senses when their mages activated those strange magical wards. Since then, I can't even find her. Moreover, I can't even look behind their wards after they activated their defenses." said Mirita, the Goddess of Fertility.
"It is possible to make such wards? La and Elange?" Wareharun, The Goddess of Trees and Forests, turned her head towards the twin gods.
They thought about it for a moment then both of them shook their heads in unison. "We have no knowledge about such magic."
"This is disturbing. What could a foreign god want in our realm? If she wants revenge, why can't she just come into our realm and demand justice?" said Flare, the God of the Sun.
"I don't know. But the soldiers and those demons of theirs wore armor that I have never seen before. I would not mind the opportunity to study their art." Said Duncan, the God of Blacksmiths as he fondled his long beard and chuckled in a happy manner.
"Maybe she is angry because of Hardy opening the gate on her world and disturbing her slumber. Maybe we should reason with her through a good ballad." Explained Lunaryur.
"Huh. Don't make me laugh! I felt her presence. She is emitting both light and dark insanity and order at the same time. If she is like me, she will not stand down without a good fight. A woman of my liking." laughed Emroy.
"What are you planning to do, Zufmuut?" asked Deldort uneasily.
Zufmuut sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "We can't do anything in the current situation. The best we can do is to summon Hardy and question her. Everyone agree?" He looked around with a tired expression.
Everyone nodded.
"Good, let close this meeting. Everyone keep their eyes open." With that, the eight deities disappeared from around the table.
Scene Change: Fortress Gown:
Two days had passed since his aunt's disappearance, and Beelzebub Ooal Gown continued his work to organize his expedition. He was leaning over his huge, expensive looking work table and feeling exhausted. He wore the [Ring of Sustenance] that his father bestowed to him so as not to feel the need for drinking, eating or sleeping while he was working. Still, it could not protect him from mental exhaustion.
As he laid his head on his desk, he mumbled, "Why is there so much paperwork?"
He looked up. "I don't know how my father, mother, Demiurge and aunt do this on a daily basis. But this is just crazy..." Beelzebub mumbled.
He started to look at the papers before him once more. "Supply orders, troop placement, requests from the staff of the expedition force. Why does every request come to me? This is just crazy." He continued his work.
He signed another order. Rolled it up into a scroll and stamped it with the royal signet of the Sorcerous Kingdom. Then he handed it to the nearby Imp who would carry it to its destination. He sighed.
"This is just annoying. Why can't I go with the adventurers exploring the nearby area? Aunt did it too. I wonder what my father said when he read the report about Aunt going off exploring without an honor guard again? He will be furious." He imagined his father's reaction.
"But… Thinking about it, whenever aunt disappears, father just says, 'She is like a cat. She will come back sooner or later. This is merely part of her nature.'" He sighed and continued his work.
Five hours later he laid his head on his table again. "Too much information… My brain can not process… Aunt… Why did you do this to me? Why did you leave me to do this alone?"
The nearby imp tilted its head in confusion.
But Beelzebub knew. Soon this will be over and he will lead the exploration force deep inside the enemy territory and his administration duties will be passed down to Demiurge, who will soon arrive in the fortress. He only needed to endure this for a little more.
He heard a knocking sound at his door.
He looked up and quickly straightened himself, adjusted his hair, he then grabbed two papers in his hand so his subordinates will see that he is working. After all, he was the first Prince of the Kingdom. He could not let others see him in this state. He had to be a good example. "Come in." he said.
His office's massive double doors opened and a man stepped in. The man wore armor that was seemingly made from a crystal like material and adorned with the Sorcerous Kingdom's symbols. He held his closed diamond helmet under his arm. He was Creon Karalis, an elf and the captain of his honor guard.
"Ah. Creon, my friend. What can I do for you?" asked Beelzebub happily. Creon, the captain of his honor guard, was his close childhood friend and sparring partner since the two men's childhood days.
Being a high ranked noble's son, he managed to befriend him early, and since then the two of them became inseparable friends. The two of them had originally met at the age of five during a party that, despite his opposition, he had to participate in.
As his aunt always said, 'If I have to endure this abomination of clothes that I have to wear to these events, you can endure the party too!' He knew well enough what will happen if he contradicts his aunt. She would blight his life with harder and harder inhumane training methods.
Of course his father always just chuckled when he wanted to find excuses for these kind of events. He would rather practice or spar against his training partners. Polish his swordsmanship rather than going to those annoying balls. Of course, his sisters loved these kind of events. 'Girls, who understands them?' He often thought while rolling his eyes.
Back in their childhood, Creon and Beelzebub often played knights and villains back in his father's castle gardens. They enjoyed it more than anything else. But they were no longer children. Now, both of them have duties.
But back to the present...
Creon walked in and kneeled before his Prince. "My Prince! Your honor guard is ready to leave the fortress and start the negotiations with the first city."
Beelzebub stood, walked over to his friend and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Creon. We are friends, aren't we? You don't have to call me Prince." He smiled.
"As you wish, your majesty."
Beelzebub glared at his friend. "Creon… What did I say?"
His friend started to smiled. "To not call you Prince?" he teased his friend.
The heir of Ainz nodded. "Exactly."
"Now, please rise."
Creon rose from his kneeling position, and the two of them set off from Beelzebub's office.
"Demiurge arrived yet?" asked Beelzebub as the two of them left his office.
Creon nodded. "Yes. Demiurge-sama has already arrived. He is waiting for you near the gates of the fortress. He did not come to you earlier because he wanted to check the status of the fort and the operations personally."
Beelzebub nodded. "I see. Thank you…"
Creon bowed his head.
"What do you say? Which city will we go to first?"
"The closest city that according our early reconnaissance is an agricultural town. The town is named Italica."
Beelzebub nodded, and the two of them continued on their way.
Scene Change: In the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick: Ninth Floor: Ainz chambers:
Behind his massive marble desk sat the avatar of death. Dealing with the paperwork that his Kingdom bestowed upon him. Of course, he was not really Ainz, but his creation, Pandora's Actor in disguise. Pandora's Actor was the NPC Ainz had personally created. Also, he was the guild of Ainz Ooal Gown's treasury vault and financial manager. Since the Kingdom had become officially founded, he also took on the job of Treasurer of the Kingdom.
Sometimes, on rare occasions, when his master wanted to ease a little tension and retire from the world for a little bit, he substituted as Ainz. He was a Doppelgänger. A shapeshifter. His shapeshifting ability was so advanced he could perfectly mimic not just anyone's appearance, but all of their abilities at eighty percent of their power.
As Ainz' personal creation, he knew his master more than anyone else in the Tomb. Currently, he just signed a few papers that contained the financial status of the magical research branch of the Sorcerous Kingdom. He then stamped them with the Kingdom's wax seal.
The nightgown wearing Albedo, Shalltear and Zesshi Zetsumei walked inside his office.
Zesshi was an awakened Godkin and had been the trump card of the Slaine Theocracy.
She was a woman with heterochromia, for both her eyes and hair. Her hair color is silver on one half, while the other half was black. She had quite a good figure.
Although he had easily defeated her, she had seen Ainz' strength and she immediately fell for him and changed sides. You could not imagine the faces of the head priests after Ainz easily defeated Zesshi followed by her immediately swearing loyalty to Ainz. It was hilarious!
Shalltear Bloodfallen was a vampire of short stature and had the appearance of a buxom fourteen-year-old girl. (In truth, she just stuffed her bra to be viewed as a buxom woman. Because she was flat as a washboard and this frustrated her.)
She has been described as a true beauty, with pale shiny skin, seductive red eyes, and fine facial features. Her silver hair was tied in a ponytail, allowing others a full view of her face.
The three woman approached the disguised Pandora's Actor. "Come, dear. Leave those papers for tomorrow." Said Albedo seductively.
"Yes, Ainz-sama. Come! Take your potion and entertain us." said Shalltear with a sadistic grin.
Pandora's Actor, seeing the three-woman assault, backed down in his seat. He did not say anything for a moment.
"Please forgive me. But currently, I have too much work under my hands." He tried to repel their assault.
"Oh. It will not take longer than an hour. Please, Ainz-sama." Zesshi caressed.
The disguised Pandora's Actor became nervous.
"As I said. There is too much work that I need to finish tonight."
Albedo recognized something. She started to look at Ainz suspiciously. Then she pointed at him with an angry expression. "I know it is you, Pandora's Actor! Don't try to hide it! Where has Ainz-sama gone?"
Pandora's actor panicked for a moment. "I don't know what are you talking about!"
"Don't play with me! Tell me! Where is Ainz-sama!? I recognize the small traces that betray you! Did you really think you could deceive us!?" she grabbed his black gown and started to shake him.
Shalltear and Zesshi also started to glare at him with furious expressions.
Sighing in defeat, Pandora's Actor's disguise began to melt away and transform back to his original form.
An egghead started to form from the mass with no distinct facial features. There were only three holes in his head. Two holes were his eyes and one was his mouth. His black gown from the previous transformation started to melt back to his usual yellow Neo-Nazi uniform as his conversion finished. He stood up with an overly exaggerated motion. "Mein Damen. Denunziert!"
The three angry females lunged at the eggheaded Doppelgänger. "Where is Ainz-sama!?"
He motioned in an exaggerated motion. "Mein Schöpfer! Berechtigt, darüber zu speech." (My creator did not authorize me to speak about it!)
"Speak, or we will beat it out of you!" Flames burned in Shalltear's, Albedo's and Zesshi's eyes as they glared at him.
The egghead backed down and started to sweat. "Mein Schöpfer. Save me!" he thought.