I'm back! I hope editing the chapters doesn't spam your mailbox. I plan to go over what I've written so I can remind myself of the story, as well as polish some of the older chapters and cleaning it up. There won't be any major changes (hopefully). I expect to start writing and finishing a new chapter on Sunday.
Edit: Oh man! I ended up adding quite a few 'small' touches to scenes. I guess doing a 2nd look is important in writing (as well as getting a proof-reader)
Edit 2: Was this intro chapter always this boring? Why didn't anyone comment in the reviews!
In a place that she could not recognize.
The screams of terror and fear pervaded the scene. A cacophony of pleading cries and abject dismay saturated the atmosphere. Fire engulfed the area while the ruins of houses and buildings that littered the scene burned with great intensity.
A blood curdling screech came from a figure in the center. It was a small, frail looking human girl. Her voice and attitude was that of a 40-year-old woman, but her voice was that of a frightened child. She wore a tattered mini-skirt and a regal purple robe that was singed at the frays.
She was Draudillion Oriculus, the granddaughter of the Brightness Dragon Lord, and Queen of the Draconic Kingdom in the south.
Her gaze was transfixed at what was occurring in the sky.
I've been transported to a fiery hell!
Above her, fierce sparks flew from the two creatures who battled overhead. They exchanged breaths of fire which scorched the land. They slammed into each other with a force that shook the ground beneath them. Their wings created gusts of wind that ripped apart the roofs of nearby houses. Meanwhile, flashes of light in the form of spears alongside bursts of energy seemed to engulf the night as the skies lit up around the two warring behemoths.
Incredible!
They were using magic as well!
The Dragon Queen knew that only high level dragons were capable of using spells.
The girl took a closer look at the creatures.
The smaller one was covered in bright metallic colored scales. It was swift and seemed to command an impressive arsenal of offensive magic. It flew with remarkable agility and launched columns of blue flame from its maw. Ethereal spears that seemed to be made of pure light seemed to encircle the being and shot at the larger creature.
Somehow, the dragon felt familiar to her.
A spark of recognition.
Platinum Dragon Lord?
Yes, it has to be!
But, who was this other creature he was fighting?
The other creature was one that truly deserved the title of behemoth. It was a massive monstrosity that rose up like a black, crag covered mountain of obsidian scales and hide. It was at least twice the size of the Platinum Dragon Lord. A white stripe ran across its back, while grey spikes protruded from its back. The mighty black wyrm had sharp, piercing grey eyes that shone with frightening malevolence.
Draudillion Oriculus frowned.
She did not recognize the other creature.
It did not seem to be utilizing magic like its other counterpart.
Was it unable to?
However, deep inside, the Dragon Queen felt that perhaps it did not need to.
The celestial spears launched by the Platinum Dragon Lord was not able to penetrate its' opponent's tough hide, while the blue flames did not even faze the creature. It was as if the behemoth had an invisible force field surrounding it.
Draudillion watched as the spears seemed to melt upon touching the black wyrm's skin.
Suddenly, the large black dragon rushed forward in a speed that seemed disproportionate to its massive frame. The Platinum Dragon Lord narrowly avoided the blow but the shockwave forced it to make a crash landing on the ground.
The ebony black dragon then opened its maw, and a stream of fire incinerated the earth.
Reacting quickly, Platinum Dragon Lord immediately enacted defensive barriers, but was unable to escape unscathed. Injured, it limped on the ground while cautiously observing the larger beast.
Who could have outclassed the Platinum Dragon Lord by this much?
Was the black dragon the foretold Catastrophe Dragon Lord?
The Dragon Queen furrowed her brow.
The timing fits.
The girl was certain that the chrome dragon was indeed the legendary Platinum Dragon Lord, one of the strongest and wisest beings in the world. Therefore, the only ones who could match its strength would be the other four dragon councilors of the Agrand Council Alliance. But.. to be outclassed by this much..
There was only one other dragon.
It could only be the Catastrophe Dragon Lord
However, something felt odd. The girl did not sense the aura of terror or despair that she would have expected to accompany a being known as the 'Catastrophe Dragon Lord'. In fact, she felt an aura of honor and dignity from the gigantic creature.
But there was also an unmistakable sensation emanating from the obsidian black dragon.
It was anger.
The discordance was not lost on her.
Like a beast provoked, she did not feel the large black dragon was inherently evil. Rather, something else was driving its current actions.
She could not understand it. Who would provoke such a fearsome creature? Is it truly the fabled Catastrophe Dragon Lord? Can a creature capable of dominating one of the strongest members of the Dragon Lord council truly exist?
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Then she woke up.
Sweat covered her lithe frame as she panted heavily.
It would be several long minutes before she had sufficiently calmed down enough to assess the situation.
She immediately looked around her. After confirming that she was, indeed, still in the royal chambers of the Draconic Kingdom, she began to analyze the events that had transpired.
As a person who possessed 1/8th of a dragon lords blood, she was one of the few people in this world who was gifted with the ability of 'Wild Magic'. It was one of the few innate magical skills in the world that had not been corrupted by the advent of 'Player Beings' from Yggdrasil. One of these abilities was the gift of foresight.
However, it was not as useful as it sounded. The premonitions were uncontrollable, and were often merely a representation of the flow of emotions at the scene. For instance, a human who had a fear of insects might see a hellish massive beast although the true foe was merely a cockroach crawling in her kitchen. A copper ranked adventurer might be granted a vision of a goblin attack which represented itself as a legion of death, while an adamantine adventurer would merely be granted a vision of ants invading a village.
In general, the premonitions were not very useful. After all, future-sight would have been absolutely broken skill if there was no drawback.
If someone had tried to poison her, it would be difficult to detect unless she was also granted the vision where the culprit was there, and if the culprit's emotions and intent was strong.
Still, what she had witnessed frightened her.
While her physical combat strength was only equivalent to that of a regular human, she was still a user of Wild Magic and known as the Black Scale Dragon Lord, the Queen of the Draconic Kingdom.
To have induced such fear and terror in her was an impressive feat.
She was also perplexed by the intimidating black dragon.
She could not sense true wickedness or cruelty from the creature.
She only felt anger.
I wonder what could have provoked such a terrifying monster.
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Meanwhile, in Nazarick.
A young girl wearing a maid uniform was humming while pouring a fragrant thick soup into a bowl. She had long blonde hair and a fair complexion. She was not very pretty, and her voice was soft and meek, but she possessed an adorable charm.
She placed the bowl of stew on top of a silver tray, and then excitedly salted it to taste. It was not an extravagant dish. It was just a simple home cooked meal. However, this time, the young girl had added garnishing in an attempt to beautify the dish.
She smiled as she eagerly carried the tray to the next room, wondering what her savior would say when he saw how she had improved in her cooking talents.
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If someone visited the city of E-Rantel, they would be mesmerized by the surreal sight of beings which can only be described as evil incarnate plowing the fields and pulling carriages like a common work mule.
Prior to the forceful occupation by the Sorcerer King, the fortress city of E-Rantel was originally the domain of the Re-Estize kingdom. Conveniently situated at the border of the Baharuth Empire and the Slane Theocracy, it was known for having the largest concentration of pharmacists in the kingdom as well as being an impromptu base for lodgings for the Re-Estize Kingdom's makeshift army.
However, at the moment, one would not be wrong to call E-Rantel a ghost town.
The upper echelons of the community had long abandoned the city.
Anyone with money, influence, or family in the capital had long departed the city when news of the massacre at Katze Plains was brought to light. The only ones remaining were the destitute, the poor, the farmers whose livelihood depended on the land, the craftsmen who were too old or too proud to re-apprentice themselves in the capital, and the adventurers and citizens who were loyal to Momon the Dark hero and could not face the shame of deserting their hero who had sacrificed his freedom to ensure the peace of E-Rantel.
Even the folks who remained began to adopt an undead like aura as they trudged along the dirt roads with bloodshot eyes with deep dark circles, gaunt faces, and the gait of a man who had been cast into a fiendish nightmare.
If you did not know better, you would have assumed that everyone had been replaced by zombies.
But who could blame them? After all, they now live, eat, and sleep next to monstrous abominations that many of them have only heard of in ghost stories and tavern tales.
Yet they carried on, for their savior Momon the Dark Hero was still a resident for E-Rantel, and they with that the flames of hope and salvation still flickered in their eyes.
Without that hope, they would have given up on life months ago.
Fortunately, this feeling of abject depression was not shared by all residents of E-Rantel.
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Moknach was born and raised in the city and thus he knew many of the current and former residents. He had a stereotypical local swagger and pride that one would only achieve from fully embracing the life and heart of the city. He was a child of E-Rantel in every sense of the word. As such, he was deeply affected when his beloved home was forcibly occupied by the undead Sorcerer King. For days, he had cursed and raged.
Would he abandon his precious home and his hero Momon, or could he tolerate living under the rule of a genocidal undead tyrant?
Yet Moknach, a mythril class adventurer and proud leader of Rainbow, seemed to move with a vigor that almost radiated an aura of youth and joy when he walked pass the demonic entities that were currently patrolling E-Rantel.
This was because only a few days ago, he was addressed by name by the new ruler of E-Rantel and was given insight on what kind of future was in store for the residents of the city.
Even now, he held his head up high and proudly displayed his mythril adventurer necklace as he went to look for other adventurers to share the news with. His teammates in "Rainbow" was already aware of the events that had transpired, and had initially thought that their guild leader had been charmed by a spell. However, when a day had passed and no evidence of trickery had been revealed, they begrudgingly began to accept that perhaps the might be some truth in what Moknach was saying. The fact remained that so far, despite all that had happened, they could not honestly say that they were worse for wear from when the Sorcerer King took control of the city. Still, Ains Ooal Gown was still a being who mercilessly slaughtered 100,000 men in the battle of Katse Plains, and they would need more proof if they were to genuinely accept that this god-like undead lich was not the harbinger of death and despair.
As Moknach gleefully strolled past the temple, two hooded figure wearing silver adventurer necklaces eyed him with disdain.
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The goal of their journey should have been simple enough, but events had taken a sour turn since they sent out from the Slane Theocracy. It all started with a summons from none other than Bishop of the Windflower Scripture. Jakarn and Olga were initially assigned to chasing after Clementine, the traitor who stole the Crown of Wisdom from the Miko Princess. However, with the current developments in hand, they had been reassigned to monitor the events preceding the battle in Katse Plains.
"Hmph.. if you could even call it a battle" thought Jakarn.
Jakarn was a hulking figure of a crusader. He stood like a fortress, girded for war. When participating in the holy wars of the Slane Theocracy, he would have been equipped with an impressive set of full heavy armor, complete with a thick wood-and-iron shield, more than half his height, which bore on its face the carved head of a mighty dragon being struck down, along with a great helm tucked underneath his left arm, and in that hand a massive two handed flail with the symbol of the Slane Theocracy, an intricate candle with six lights and a holy wreath, emblazoned on a tabard across his barrel chest.
But today he wore an unassuming brown cloak.
He was a member of the Windflower Scripture, a sect of the Slane Theocracy that specialized in information gathering and secrecy, and while he sported an impressive physique, he was actually more known for his intelligence, cunning, and powers of observation. The foreboding stature was only a ruse to conceal his true talent. He did not regret his transfer into the espionage branch of the Slane Theocracy army.
The silver adventurer guild tags that they looted off their prey were his idea. With it, both he and Olga were able to blend seamlessly with the city. It might have been difficult if the city was not in such a disarray when the Sorcerer King took control, but at the moment, the citizens of E-Rantel had much direr things to be concerned about than two mysterious silver ranked adventurers.
Olga, on the other hand, was a young slender female who had been indoctrinated by the Temple of the Four Great Gods as soon as her talents for espionage had been discovered. The Slane Theocracy kept a strict log of all births and had specific squads identify talented individuals to be trained in service to their country's holy dogma. Although she had been trained by the Windflower Scripture, she was ultimately assigned to the punishment squad of the temple; sworn to uphold the rules and practices of the temple and to mercilessly hunt down any apostate priests who threatened their beliefs.
The "Boogeymen" of the Temple.
Olga sneered at her surroundings from underneath her hood. E-Rantel was far from the the peaceful paradise that Jirniv Rune Farlord El Nix had blurted during their encounter at the arena at the arena.
She began to recall the words she had heard the Blood Emperor say while he was in the audience box in the arena.
"Please allow me to say one thing. That fellow's cunning surpasses mine. These developments might well be his doing.. While I know I would not believe that so easily if I were in your shoes… I truly did not sell you out. And while you might not believe this either, as a human being I wish to tell you one thing. The Sorcerer King's reign is very merciful. The people of E-Rantel still live in peace".
What utter garbage
Yes, she was there. Both she and another were sent as bodyguards for the bishops of the Slane Theocracy to meet with Jirniv Rune Farlord El Nix, the Emperor of the Baharuth Empire.
The fear of the citizens of E-Rantel was palpable. Sure, the city could be considered 'peaceful'. There was no crime, no more muggings or violent confrontations. Even the bar fights that the infamous inn where copper and iron plate adventurers gathered to wet their feet and form parties have been reduced to timid children who meekly sipped on their beverages and gazed downwards at their feet.
It was not simply the presence of terrifyingly strong Death Knights patrolling the streets, nor the fact that their new ruler was able to wipe out humanity if he so wishes, but rather the fear was primarily brought upon by one principle: Uncertainty
Uncertainty. Something that is uncertain or that causes one to feel uncertain. Doubt. Apprehension. Precariousness. Unpredictability. Unreliability. Suspicion. Misgivings. Fear
What did the future hold in store for them? They were no more quests. Death Knights and Soul Eaters exterminated all monsters and threats that would come their way. Each undead creature capable of feats even a hundred of them would struggle with. The adventurer's request board has been empty since the occupation of E-Rantel.
Olga also recalled Jirnix Rune Farlord El Nix mention about the wealth of Nazarick, yet she saw no evidence of this wealth being distributed to the city.
It seems even the undead were reluctant to part with worldly treasures like gold and jewelry.
"Look at them. Cowards. This city is slowly turning into a true city of undead" said Olga as she witnessed the listless movements of the residents of E-Rantel pass her by. Then she caught sight of Moknach, the leader of Rainbow, and intense rage flared across her eyes.
"I can't believe that disgusting maggot was trying to convince us that the Sorcerer King was looking out for adventurers. The encounter with the Sorcerer King must have addled his mind. We should eliminate him before he shames his race any further". She spat.
This drew a sharp reprimanding gaze from Jakarn.
In all honesty, he did not share the religious fever and hatred against the undead like his partner Olga. He was logical. He was cunning. He valued the supremacy of humanity, but recognized the talents and merits of the other races as well as their uses.
Olga recognized her partner's disappointment.
"It seems that I may have been too emotional. If that undead creature is truly as the rumors say he is, we cannot discard the possibility that this all might be part of his plan".
Olga lowered her head.
She was not an evil person despite her ferocious zealotry. The Temple war a variant faith that worships an alternative form of the Six Great Gods of the Slane Theocracy. To be exact, they recognized only Four Great Gods. Their faith is mostly found in the northern nations of the New World, and their temples serve as the modern world's equivalent of hospitals and clinics. They have a sworn duty to fight against the undead and specialize in using holy magic for healing and exorcising.
They rarely involved themselves in politics. Even now, the official stance of the temples has not been announced to the public. They were in a precarious position. In face of such overwhelming power, they would surely be inviting death if they openly declared war on Ains Ooal Gown, the sorcerer king who was able to use super tier spells.
Yes, even the existence of 11th tier spells were known to her and the temples inner circle. The Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy had a close relationship with the inner circles of the Temple of the Four Gods, as they shared very similar beliefs and principals. Even so, she frowned when she heard that Thousand Miles Astrologer had confined herself to her room after witnessing this spectacle by the Sorcerer King.
All the apostates she had assassinated had one thing in common. They threatened one of the tenets of their faith. They were caretakers of the health and spiritual well-being of society, and healing and management of the undead fell under their purview. Unfortunately, even well-meaning individuals who pitied the demi-human slaves or freely provided healing magic risked destabilizing the entire institution. After all, in order for the temples to provide benefits to the people without becoming controlled by politics, the only source of income they could receive would be from the people. A contemporary equivalent would be stealing pharmaceutical secrets and distribute them to the public without realizing that the action would effectively bankrupt the company, leading to the loss of thousands of jobs and the potential of further development into medicine.
Both Olga and Jakarn were here for several reasons.
Firstly, they were to observe the situation in E-Rantel themselves. They could no longer trust rumors which could easily be influenced by illusion magic. Furthermore, they were unaware of the extent to which this Undead Sorcerer King has infiltrated their ranks, nor his magical capabilities in modifying memory or manipulating the contents of 'message'. As such, both of them were equipped with numerous magical items that granted mental fortitude and a resistance against illusion magic, and magical charming/mind control.
Secondly, they were to meet with the Dark Hero Momon to delineate his intentions, and if they truly lost one of the last bastions of humanity to the Sorcerer King.
Lastly, they were to disrupt any sinister plans the Sorcerer King surely had for the pitiful humans of his realm, and to see if there was any viability in inciting an upheaval by the citizens of E-Rantel against their current ruler.
As far as she was concerned, the citizens of E-Rantel condemned themselves to this surreal hell the moment they decided to cower beneath Ains Ooal Gown. She could understand their reasoning though. In fact, even the temple has not dared to openly defy the Sorcerer King. Still, she could not help feel hate for the weak and cowardly beings who submissively accepted the rule of an undead genocidal tyrant without any fight whatsoever.
Both she and Jakarn could be said to be on the level of at least Orihalcum adventurers despite the pitiful silver tags they wore on their necks. It pained her that Clementine was able to elude them for so long, but then again, she was a member of the Black Scripture.
Fortunately, everything regarding the infiltration of E-Rantel seemed to be going well for Jakarn and Olga. They had expected a very rigorous anti-espionage measures in the city immediately after the Sorcerer King announced his victory at Katse Plains. However, it was laughably easy for Olga to sneak in after her meeting with the Emperor Jirnix Rune Farlord El Nix. Through sheer coincidence, they had stationed Jakarn in E-Rantel for almost a year before the existence of Ains Ooal Gown was known, and it was he that suggested that Olga join him in his mission. In the next few weeks, they had planned on bringing larger groups into the city. However, they first had to thoroughly scout E-Rantel before recklessly stationing the rest of their members into the heart of the enemy realm.
"It is about time." Jakarn said.
Olga nodded.
They could almost feel the rumbling of large swathes of earth and soil being moved some distance away.
They had been spying on a dark elf child with a blue dragon scale leather full body suit covered with a white and gold vest and a matching short white skirt exposing his thighs wielding a twisted black wooden staff some distance away who seemed to be commanding a mind boggling number of legendary stone golems digging a large tunnel in the Great Forest of Tob.
It was easy to discern what they were planning on building. There was only one reason someone needed such a large crater and dig up this much earth.
It was going to be a mass grave.
Something was going to happen soon in E-Rantel, and they will gather proof and expose the sinister plots of the Sorcerer King, Ains Ooal Gown, to the New World.
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Mare looked at the scene in front of him. Progress was going faster than expected. He had a shy and cowardly personality, but in front of these silent stone golems, he was comfortable.
"Um.. can you cut down those ..trees and- stack them over there.."
One of the golems immediately broke off from the group and began moving towards the trees that bordered the giant crater.
Mare was almost finished with the initial excavation of the tunnel.
While outsiders only saw a gigantic hole in the ground, in actuality, this was the entrance of an extensive cave system that extended hundreds of meters underground. Fortunately, the strong roots of the Great Forest of Tob meant that the soil underneath was densely packed and held strongly against the roots of the trees. This meant that if Mare could find or cut a path amidst the tightly held earth in the tangle of roots, there was little fear of a cave in.
However, it would still be a while before everything was completed.
The homunculi maids in Nazarick were already in the process of preparing several hundred hand crafted lamps for the cave. The elder liches were imbuing their magic into crystals purchased by Sebas-tian in the Baharuth Empire to sustain the lanterns. Golems were busy harvesting granite to be used as floor tiles.
The dungeon that Ainz-sama wanted built for training his new true 'adventurers'.
Mare instinctively caressed his empty ring finger on his right hand. Naturally, he did not dare bring the ring of Nazarick out in the open where it might be stolen. It was currently being kept by Shalltear, who was often confined in Nazarick due to the her limited utility in outside missions due to her Bloodlust penalty.
However, as Mare did so, he felt renewed vigor in continuing his work of overseeing the creation of the dungeon.
"Just…wait and see.. Ainz..sama.. Big Sis Aura..". He then extended both his arms wide and made a "V" sign.
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Ains Ooal Gown sneezed for the first time ever since coming to the New World.
For some reason, the image of a prepubescent boy who was eager to sit on his lap appeared in his mind.
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"Bukubukuchagama-aaaaaa!"
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Meanwhile, far away from E-Rantel, in the Re-Estize Kingdom, the human nation of a population of nearly nine million, and a nation currently in intense political and civil turmoil, the two most beautiful ladies in the kingdom were meeting in a small but lavishly decorated room. The scene radiated an eerie aura of deja vu.
There was no better adjective that could describe the two. The only thing that came to mind was "world class beauty". One of them had a dark-tinged, bewitching beauty. Her perfect features were more beautiful than any peasant, more beautiful than any lady of the nights in the Kingdom's brothels. Her clothing was a platinum dress accentuated with golden hair ornaments while the lower half of her dress was covered by what seemed to be like black feathered wings. Her reflection in the magical lights above made it seem like she was glowing.
The other was a radiant beauty. A princess possessing blinding beauty with an aura would make anyone who saw her think of a saint. Her glowing golden locks rested upon delicate shoulders, and her eyes emitted a maternal compassion and innocence that aptly embodied the title she held; the Golden Princess.
An intricate, reflective box sat on the marble table. It had elegant golden trimming around the edges and sharp, sophisticated black onyx markings formed a gothic like web across all surfaces of the box except for the lid. In place of an opening, there was only a ruby red flawless surface like a maw of an ancient undersea bottom feeder. There was no apparent hinges or keyhole. Just an eerie crimson reflective surface that gave the impression of a sanguine mirror. It was a box that bore several layers of seals. It was impossible to open without fulfilling specific conditions.
As the girl accepted it with gratitude, Albedo watched her with a cold gaze, as though the girl were little more than a guinea pig. Indeed, she was a guinea pig. But because of that, both sides shared the same goals.
"You have my deepest gratitude. Please convey my thanks to His Majesty, Ainz Ooal Gown-sama".
"That I promise you. I trust I need not waste words on the other item you want?".
"Of course. I shall receive that boon once I have delivered the appropriate recompense. There is nothing more delightful than that".
The girl smiled. It was a very lovely smile. It was not the smile that a person who had betrayed her family, her bloodline, and her people should have. Yet there was not a shred of regret on her face. She was human, yet inhuman. She was the type who was not bound by the petty constraints of morality, but who quietly worked to advanced her own agenda.
But there was one thing that she cared for. Her puppy. Her Climb. If she could bind him in chains and shackle him to her, she would do so in a heartbeat. His unrequited devotion was all she needed to sustain herself.
"Although opening that box can fulfil your wish, can you really open it?"
That meeting happened several days ago.
Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself gazed at the box once more. Again, her intellectual prowess was something only matched by a few being in the continent. One of them had been in front of her. The other was a frog demon garbed in an exotic garment occasionally seen in the South.
Every move of hers has been carefully calculated. Every action she has taken had been with a purpose. From the innocent charade that enabled her to easily manipulate the maids in the employ, to the way she pushed for reforms for the common folk, to her slow but steady manipulation of her brother and the Marquis, and the unexpected release of the Eight Finger captives.
Even the initial meeting with the seventh floor guardian of Nazarick could be said to have been within the range of her calculations. However, the power of Ains Ooal Gown surpassed even her wildest imaginations. Furthermore, the being known as Demiurge could almost be said an equal to her intellect, and she was pleasantly surprised that she had someone who could understand her so well.
If one truly appreciated the monster that was Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself, then they would have recalled a specific scene that happened right before the succubus described as the beauty of the bewitching moon incarnate visited the unsuspecting Kingdom of Re-Estize.
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"Ara, do you have a natural talent too, Evileye-san?"
"Could you tell me what kind of talent it is?"
Evileye leaned her body forward, and Renner—her face a picture of excitement- leaned forward as well.
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" AS IF I'D GO AROUND BLABBING IMPORTANT THINGS LIKE THAT TO OTHERS!"
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As Renner thought back to that surprising moment that made her leap into the arms of Climb, the one person she wished she could capture eternally, both in body and soul, a smile flashed across her face.
That smile was reflected on the sanguine red surface of the box that sat on the marble table.
Whether it was just the flickering of light, or simply the imagination of the shadow demons that were sent to observe and guard Renner, one could almost have sworn that fangs were visible in that smile.
"Landfall.. a legendary vampire lord whose transformation destroyed a kingdom and was killed by the Thirteen Heroes".
Again, Renner smiled. And this time, it was unmistakable to all.
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Back in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, another nostalgic scene emerged as both Demiurge and Albedo discussed the vassalage of the Empire to the Sorcerous Kingdom.
"What's this? According to my predictions, the Empire should only have offered to be vassals after the Kingdom was destroyed…"
"This is the result of Ainz-sama's visit to the Empire"
"This is.. As expected of Ainz-sama.."
"Say, Demiurge. Did you really think that the Empire would only become a vassal after the Kingdom would?"
"Of course. That was how I planned it"
Both Demiurge and Albedo fell silent as they both thought of their trump card in the Re-Estize Kingdom.
"Well, Ainz-sama has graciously left the issue pertaining to the vassalage of the Kingdom to us. Let us see how our little golden puppet performs."
They both had a sinister grin on their faces.