Spoiler Latest Chapter Discussion Thread for Death Mage Raws

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  1. FussyBadger

    FussyBadger Well-Known Member

    Apr 19, 2017
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    Thought I'd start a thread for those who want to discuss the untranslated chapters of Death Mage.

    Below you can find some of the more recent information you might be curious about. The current raws chapters are in the start of the 11th arc so the following lists will be changed when new chapters are released.

    Raws can be found here https://ncode.syosetu.com/n1745ct/
    Van's latest stats:
    Vitality: 373,162
    Mana: 14,136,660,622
    Strength: 43,351
    Agility: 39,536
    Stamina: 47,047
    Intelligence: 56,398

    Vitality: 575,691 (202,331 UP!)
    Mana: 8,514,741,172 (+7,663,267,054) (overall 1,973,384,604 UP!)
    Strength: 58,882 (15,5531 UP!)
    Agility: 52,751 (13,225 UP!)
    Stamina: 62,480 (20,433 UP!)
    Intelligence: 67,493 (11,095 UP!)
    死属性魔術師 : Death-Attribute Mage
    ゴーレム錬成士 : Golem Transmuter
    アンデッドテイマー : Undead Tamer
    魂滅士 : Soul Breaker
    毒手使い : Venom Fist User
    蟲使い : Insect User
    樹術士 : Tree Caster
    魔導士 : Demon Guider
    大敵 : Archenemy
    ゾンビメイカー : Zombie Maker
    ゴーレム創成師 : Golem Creator
    屍鬼官 : Corpse Demon Commander
    魔王使い : Demon King User
    冥導士 : Dark Guider
    迷宮創造者 : Labyrinth Creator
    創導士 : Creation Guider (*)
    冥医 : Dark Healer
    病魔 : Disease Demon
    魔砲士 : Magic Cannoneer
    霊闘士 : Spirit Warrior
    付与片士 : Bestowal Fragment User (*)
    夢導士 : Dream Guider (*)
    魔王 : Demon King (*)
    デミウルゴス : Demiurge (*)
    鞭舌禍 : Whip Tongue Calamity
    神敵 : Divine Enemy
    死霊魔術師 : Dead Spirit Mage
    弦術士 : Thread manipulator
    Great Demon King
    The ones marked with (*) are my(Kari not Fussy's) translations rather than Yoshi's.
    Van's available job's (33 currently):

    怨狂士 : Vengeful warrior
    冥王魔術師 : Dark King Mage
    堕武者 : Fallen warrior (*)
    蟲忍 : Insect ninja (*)
    滅導士 : Destruction Guide (*)
    ダンジョンマスター : Dungeon Master (*)
    混導士 : Chaos Guide (*)
    虚王魔術師 : Fake king magician (*)
    蝕呪士 : Eclipse shaman (*)
    デーモンルーラー : Demon ruler (*)
    創造主 : Creator (*)
    ペイルライダー : Pale Rider (*)
    タルタロス : Tartarus (*)
    荒御魂 : Wrathful spirit (*)
    冥群砲士 : Dark cannoneer (*)
    魔杖創造者 : Magic staff creator (*)
    魂格闘士 : Spirit grappler (*)
    神滅者 : God destroyer (*)
    クリフォト : Qliphoth (*)
    冥獣使い : Dark beast user (*)
    整霊師 : Refined soul master (*)
    匠:変身装具 : Crafting: Transforming equipment (*)
    虚影士 : Hollow shadow warrior (*)
    バロール : Balor (*)
    アポリオン : Apollion (*)
    デモゴルゴン : Demogorgon (*)
    大魔王 : Great Demon King (*)
    魂喰士 : Soul eating warrior (*)
    神喰者 : God eater (*)
    ネルガル : Nergal (*)
    羅刹王 : Cannibal King (*)
    シャイターン : Shaitan (*)
    蚩尤 : Chi You (*) (Chinese god of war)
    【Dark King Mage】【Fallen Warrior】【Insect Nin】【Destruction Guider】【Dungeon Master】【Mixed Guider(?)】【Void King Mage】【Curser(?)】【Daemon Ruler】【Creator】【Pale Rider】【Tartarus】【Aramitama】【Dark Gunner(?)】【Wand Creator】【Soul Warrior】【God Destroyer(?)】【Qliphoth】【Dark Beast User(?)】【Spirit Tuner】【Artisan: Transformation Equipment】【Shadow User】【Balor】【Apollyon】【Demogorgon】【Soul Eater】【God Eater】【Nergal】【Rakshasa King】【Satan】【Shi You】【Divine Spirit Mage】【Uroboros】
    Van's titles (16 and counting):
    グールエンペラー : Ghoul Emperor (*)
    蝕帝 : Eclipse Emperor (*)
    開拓地の守護者 : Guardian of the Cultivation Villages
    ヴィダの御子 : Holy Son of Vida
    鱗帝 : Scaled Emperor (*)
    触帝 : Tentacle Emperor (*)
    勇者 : Hero (*)
    魔王 : Demon King (*)
    鬼帝 : Demonkin Emperor (*)
    試練の攻略者 : Capturer of the Trial (*)
    侵犯者 : Invader (*)
    黒血帝 : Black Blood Emperor (*)
    龍帝 : Dragon Emperor (*)
    屋台王 : King of the stalls (*)
    天才テイマー : Genius tamer (*)
    歓楽街の真の支配者 : True ruler of the entertainment district (*)
    Patron Saint of Transforming Equipment
    Passive skills:
    Herculean Strength : LV6 (LEVEL UP!)
    Ultra-Fast Regeneration: LV3 (LEVEL UP!) <高速再生/Rapid Regeneration->超速再生>
    Dark King Magic: LV8 (LEVEL UP!)
    Abnormal Condition Nullity
    Magic Resistance: LV9
    Dark Vision
    Dark Demon Creation Dream Path Enticement: LV9 (LEVEL UP!)
    Chant Revocation: LV9
    Guidance: Dark Demon Creation Dream Path: LV9
    Perpetual Mana Recovery: LV2 (LEVEL UP!) <魔力自動回復/Automatic Mana Recovery->魔力常時回復>
    Mass Strengthen Adherents: LV3 (LEVEL UP!) <従属強化/Strengthen Subordinates->従群超強化>
    Deadly Venom Secretion (Claws, Fangs, Tongue): LV4 (LEVEL UP!)
    Enhanced Agility: LV9
    Body Expansion (Tongue): LV10
    Augmented Attack Power while Unarmed: Small (Awakened from Strengthened Attack Power while Unarmed!) <無手時攻撃力強化->無手時攻撃力増強>
    Enhanced Physical Ability (Hair, Claws, Fangs, Tongue): LV9
    Magic Thread Refining: LV1 (Awakened from Thread Refining!) <糸精製->魔糸精製>
    Mana Enlargement: LV9
    Mana Recovery Rate Increase: LV9
    Strengthened Attack Power while Firing Magic Cannon: Max
    Augmented Vitality: LV2
    Strengthened Attribute Values: Ruling: LV6 (LEVEL UP!)
    Strengthened Attribute Values: Target of Religious Faith: LV3 (LEVEL UP!)
    Strengthened Attribute Values: Vidal Demon Empire: LV1 (NEW!) <能力値強化:ヴィダル魔帝国>
    Self-Renewal: Cannibalism: LV1 (NEW!) <自己再生:共食い>
    Augmented Attribute Values: Cannibalism: LV1 (NEW!) <能力値増強:共食い>
    Strengthened Attack Power while Using Materialized Soul: LV1 (NEW!) <魂纏時能力値強化>

    Active skills:
    Bloodrule: LV1 (Awakened from Bloodwork!) <業血->統血>
    Surpass Limits: LV9 (LEVEL UP!)
    Golem Creation: LV7 (LEVEL UP!)
    No-Attribute King Magic: LV6 (LEVEL UP!)
    Precise Mana Control: LV2 (LEVEL UP!) <魔術制御/Mana Control->魔術精密制御>
    Cooking: LV8
    Alchemy: LV10
    Soul Destroying Combat Technique: L5 (LEVEL UP!) <魔闘術/Magic Combat Technique->魂格滅闘術; 魂格滅 is more like soul level destruction than spirit form destruction, like saying someone has bone breaking punches>
    Poly-Cast: LV4 (LEVEL UP!) <同時発動/Multi-Cast->同時多発動>
    Surgery: LV8
    Realisation: LV4
    Coordination: LV10
    Ultra-Fast Thought Processing: LV6
    Commanding: LV10
    Thread-reeling: LV8 (LEVEL UP!)
    Throwing: LV10
    Scream: LV7
    Divine Spirit Magic: LV2 <死霊魔術/Dead Spirit Magic->神霊魔術>
    Demon King Artillery Technique: LV4 (LEVEL UP!)
    Armour technique: LV10 (LEVEL UP!)
    Shield technique: LV10 (LEVEL UP!)
    Group Shadow Binding Technique: LV7 <装群術/Group Binding Technique->装影群術>
    Trascend Limits: Fragments: LV1 (Awakened from Surpass Limits: Fragments!) <欠片限界突破->欠片限界超越>
    Refined Spirit: LV1 <整霊>
    Whip Technique: LV3
    Spirit Form Transformation: Lightning
    Staff Technique: LV2 (LEVEL UP!)
    High-Speed Flight: LV1 (NEW!) <高速飛行>

    Unique Skills:
    God Devourer: LV8 (LEVEL UP!)
    Abnormal Soul Hive (Awakened from Abnormal Soul form!) <異形魂魄->異貌多重魂魄>
    Mental Encroachment: LV9
    Labyrinth Creation: LV5 (LEVEL UP!)
    Great Demon King (Awakened from Demon King!)
    Abyss: LV10 (LEVEL UP!)
    Divine Enemy
    Soul Devour: LV6
    Vida's Divine Protection
    God of Earth’s Divine Protection
    Collective Thinking: LV7 (LEVEL UP!)
    Zantark's Divine Protection
    Collective Operation: LV7
    Spirit body: LV4
    Demon King's Evil Eye
    God of Origin's Divine Protection
    Ricklent's Divine Protection
    Zuruwarn's Divine Protection
    Perfect Recording Technique
    Surpass Limits: Soul: LV1
    Mutagenesis <変異誘発>
    Demon King's Flesh <魔王の肉体>
    Demigod <亜神>

    Experience gained in previous life not carried over
    Cannot learn existing jobs
    Unable to gain experience independently
    Name: Race (comment if needed)

    Rank 14:
    Godwin: Absolute Diablo King
    Knocken: Bone Pandemonium Giant (Previous rank 13 Bone Pandemonium)
    Rank 13:
    Zadiris [Mahou Shoujo] [Arc 13 ch 309] - 301yo, Ghoul Full Moon Wizard Princess (13).
    Basdia [Colossus Cutter] [Arc 13 ch 309] - 36yo (27), Ghoul Amazoness True Night Queen. (13)
    Vigaro [Death Axe King] [Arc 13 ch 309] - 176yo, Ghoul Soul Tyrant Lord King (13)
    Elenora: Vampire Princess Knight
    Isla: Vampire Chain Lord Zombie
    Bellmond: Vampire Emperor Butler
    Gehenna: Absolute Queen Bee
    Eisen's: Skogsrå High Empress
    Borkus: Zombie Legend Hero
    Bone Man: Skeleton Blade Kaiser
    Numerous Pure Breed Vampires protecting Vida
    Levia: Seitan Prominence Ghost (Previous was rank 11 Satan Prometheus Ghost)

    Rank 12
    Saria and Rita: Tartaros Maid Chief Armor
    Miles: Vampire Duke
    Basdia: Ghoul Amazoness Midnight Queen
    Zadaris: Ghoul Moon Wizard Princess
    Legion: Eclipse Dark Legion
    Budarion: Noble Orc Abyss High King
    Orbia: Deep Chaos Broad Ghost (Previous was rank 10 Chaos Broad Ghost
    Pete: Magical Steel Goring Thunder King (Previous rank 11 Magic Iron Roaring Lightning Great Centipede)

    Rank 11
    Kuhl: Satan Blood Mimic Slime
    Iris: Succubus Princess Knight
    Vigaro: Ghoul Soul Tyrant
    Jeena: Zombie High Saint
    Kimberly: Evil Blackput Blitz Ghost (Previous was rank 10 Schwartz Blitz ghost)
    Quattro: Phobia Ghost Warship (Previous rank 8 Ghost Chimera Battleship)

    Rank 10
    Zandia: Zombie High Princess
    Rapiéçage: No Life Abyss Chimera Zombies (Previously: Rank 9 No Life Chimera Zombie)
    Yamata: Orochi Orochi??? this is what MTL gives (Previously Rank 9 Orochi)
    Pain: Great Seitan Moth?? (MTL again sorry)

    Rank 9
    Sam: Dimension Lord Carriage
    Nemesis George: Dark Magical Unholy Sword
    Braga: Black Goblin Ninja Absolute Master (This is what Google tells me)
    Gizania: Large Ushiomi samurai master (Previous was rank 7 Arachne Samurai Master in vol 10)
    Myuze: Crystal Empasa Kunoichi Master (Previous was rank 8 Empusa Shadow Kunoichi in vol 10)
    Prevel: Scyla Origin High Druid Princess (Previous was rank 6 Scylla Origin High Druid)

    Rank 8
    Kachia: Ghoul Wizard Sword Adept
    Fang: Orthros

    Rank 7
    Chipuras, Daroak and Berkert: Evil Flash Ghost

    Rank 6
    Tarea: Ghoul Elder Artisan
    Marol: Prison Flame Mouse
    Urmi: Dead Snow Mouse
    Sulga: Dark Copper Mouse

    Rank 5
    Rank 4
    Mane and Hoof: Shadow Horse

    Rank 3
    Rank 2
    Rank 1
    79 Bravers left in Origin
    Reincarnators in Lambda
    Van's Group: Van, Hitomi (Gazer), Kanako (Venus), Doug, Melissa (Aegis), Yuri (Perseus/Baby), & Tanaka (Baby)
    Destroyed: Kanata (Gungnir), Kyuuji (Death Scythe), Hajime (Marionetter), Murakami (Chronos), Misa Anderson (Shylphide), Akira Hazamada (Odin)
    Angels: Aran (Calculation), Izumi (Inspector), Kouya (Oracle)
    Asagi's Group: Asagi (Mage Masher), Tendou (Clairvoyance), Shoko (quick look @ google translate)
    Other: Mao (Noah's Ark), Gotouta, and Akaki (Ifrit)
    Talosheim (population approximately 23,000)
    Demon continent city (population approximately 50,000)
    Noble Orc Kingdom (population approximately 100,000)
    Zanalpadna (population approximately 50,000)
    Ghoul country (population approximately 5000)
    High Kobold country (population approximately 100,000)
    High Goblin country (population approximately 150,000)
    Demonkin country (population approximately 100,000 - of which, about 1000 demonkin)
    Onikin country (population approximately 7000)
    Dragonkin country (population approximately 5000)
    Centaur country (population approximately 15,000)
    Harpy county (population approximately 27,000
    Lamia country (population approximately 20,000)
    Dark Elf country (population approximately 10,000)
    "Vida's bedroom"
    Mermaid country (population approximately 40,000)

    Volume 12 Stats
    577,752 (2,061 UP!)
    Mana: 8,940,478,230+(8,046,430,407) (overall 808,900,411 UP!)
    Strength: 59,631 (749 UP!)
    Agility: 52,968 (217 UP!)
    Stamina: 63,430 (950 UP!)
    Intelligence: 68,171 (678 UP!)
    Job: Destruction Guider
    Level: 0

    Job history:
    Death-Attribute Mage
    Golem Transmuter
    Undead Tamer
    Soul Breaker
    Venom Fist User
    Insect User
    Tree Caster
    Demon Guider
    Zombie Maker
    Golem Creator
    Corpse Demon Commander
    Demon King User
    Dark Guider
    Labyrinth Creator
    Creation Guider
    Dark Healer
    Disease Demon
    Magic Cannoneer
    Spirit Warrior
    Dream Guider
    Demon King
    Whip Tongue Calamity
    Divine Enemy
    Dead Spirit Mage
    Thread Manipulator
    Great Demon King
    Vengeful Berserker
    《Jobs that can be selected:
    【Dark King Mage】
    【Fallen Warrior】
    【Insect Nin】
    【Dungeon Master】
    【Chaos Guider】
    【Void King Mage】(虚王魔術師)
    【Eclipse Shaman】(蝕呪士)
    【Daemon Ruler】(デーモンルーラー)
    【Pale Rider】(ペイルライダー)
    【Ara Mitama】(荒御魂)
    【Dark Battery Cannoneer】(冥群砲士)
    【Magic Wand Creator】(魔杖創造者)
    【Soul Grappler】(魂格闘士)
    【God Destroyer】(神滅者)
    【Dark Beast User】(冥獣使い)
    【Spirit Tuner】(整霊師)
    【Artisan: Transformation Equipment】(匠:変身装具)
    【Shadow Warrior】(虚影士)
    【Soul Eater】(魂喰士)
    【God Eater】(神喰者)
    【Rakshasa King】(羅刹王)
    【Shaitan】(シャイターン) (arabic word شيطان, not サタン/Satan)
    【Chi You】(蚩尤)
    【Divine Spirit Mage】(神霊魔術師)
    【Blood Ruler】(血統者)
    【Demonic Lightning Warrior】(魔電士)
    【Ghoul Emperor】
    【Eclipse Emperor】
    【Guardian of the Cultivation Villages】
    【Holy Son of Vida】
    【Scaled Emperor】
    【Tentacle Emperor】
    【Demon King】
    【Oni Emperor】
    【Conquerer of the Trial】(試練の攻略者)
    【Violator】(This is Zuruwarn's term for the champions, 侵犯者/Violator (of boundries, taboos, life/death, etc.), not just Invader)
    【Black Blood Emperor】(黒血帝)
    【Dragon Emperor】(龍帝)
    【King of the Stalls】(屋台王)
    【Genius Tamer】(天才テイマー)
    【True Ruler of the Entertainment District】(歓楽街の真の支配者)
    【Patron Saint of Transforming Equipment】(変身装具の守護聖人)
    Passive Skills:
    Herculean Strength: Level 6
    Rapid Regeneration: Level 4 (LEVEL UP!)
    Dark King Magic: Level 9 (Level UP!)
    Status Effect Nullity (Awakened from Status Effect Resistence!)
    Magic Resistance: Level 9
    Dark Vision
    Dark Demon Creation Destruction Dream Path Enticement: Level 9 (fused with 【Destruction Path Enticement】!)
    Chant Revocation: Level 9
    Guidance: Dark Demon Creation Destruction Dream Path: Level 9 (fused with 【Guidance: Destruction Path】!)
    Perpetual Mana Recovery: Level 2
    Mass Strengthen Adherents: Level 3
    Deadly Venom Secretion (Claws, Fangs, Tongue): Level 4
    Enhanced Agility: Level 9
    Body Expansion (Tongue): Level 10
    Augmented Attack Power while Unarmed: Small
    Enhanced Physical Ability (Hair, Claws, Fangs, Tongue): Level 9
    Magic Thread Refining: Level 1
    Mana Enlargement: Level 9
    Mana Recovery Rate Increase: Level 9
    Strengthened Attack Power while Firing Magic Cannon: Max
    Augmented Vitality: Level 2
    Strengthened Attribute Values: Ruling: Level 6
    Strengthened Attribute Values: Target of Religious Faith: Level 3
    Strengthened Attribute Values: Vidal Demon Empire: Level 1
    Self-Renewal: Cannibalism: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
    Augmented Attribute Values: Cannibalism: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
    Strengthened Attack Power while Using Materialized Soul: Medium (LEVEL UP!)

    Active Skills:
    Bloodrule: Level 1
    Surpass Limits: Level 8
    Golem Creation: Level 7
    Void King Magic: Level 6
    Precise Mana Control: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
    Cooking: Level 8
    Thaumaturgy: Level 1 (Awakened from Alchemy!) <錬金術->錬神術>
    Soul Destroying Combat Technique: Level 5
    Poly-Cast: Level 4
    Surgery: Level 8
    Realization: Level 4
    Coordination: Level 10
    Ultra-Fast Thought Processing: Level 6
    Commanding: Level 10
    Thread-reeling: Level 8
    Throwing: Level 10
    Scream: Level 8 (LEVEL UP!)
    Divine Spirit Magic: Level 2
    Demon King Artillery Technique: Level 5 (LEVEL UP!)
    Armour technique: Level 10
    Shield technique: Level 10
    Group Shadow Binding Technique: Level 7
    Trascend Limits: Fragments: Level 2 (LEVEL UP!)
    Refined Spirit: Level 1
    Whip Technique: Level 3
    Spirit Form Transformation: Lightning
    Staff Technique: Level 2
    High-Speed Flight: Level 1

    Unique Skills:
    God Devourer: Level 8
    Abnormal Soul Hive
    Mental Encroachment: Level 9
    Labyrinth Creation: Level 5
    Great Demon King
    Abyss: Level 10
    Divine Enemy
    Soul Devour: Level 9
    Vida's Divine Protection
    God of Earth’s Divine Protection
    Collective Thinking: Level 7
    Zantark's Divine Protection
    Collective Operation: Level 7
    Spirit body: Level 4
    Demon King's Evil Eye
    God of Origin's Divine Protection
    Ricklent's Divine Protection
    Zuruwarn's Divine Protection
    Perfect Recording Technique
    Surpass Limits: Soul: Level 2 (LEVEL UP!)
    Demon King's Flesh

    Experience gained in previous life not carried over
    Cannot learn existing jobs
    Unable to gain experience independently
    Demon King fragments:
    Ink Sacs
    Scent Glands
    Luminescent Organs
    Jaw (Fangs, Chin)
    Eyeballs (Retinas, Lenses)
    Jointed Legs
    Compound Eyes
    Auxiliary Brain
    Venom Glands
    Evil Eye
    Bone Marrow
    Fallopian Tube
    Silk Glands
    Sweat Glands

    Reference Guide from ssj4maiko

    Last edited: Apr 11, 2019
  2. Claus

    Claus Well-Known Member

    Nov 30, 2017
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    His jobs up to chapter 278 which is the current one, chapter 274 being the last time he changed jobs.
    Here is the list (from google translate):
    1º Death-Attribute Mage, 2º Golem Transmuter, 3º Undead Tamer, 4º Soul Breaker, 5° Venom Fist User, 6º Insect User 7° Tree Caster, 8º Demon Guider, 9°Archenemy, 10º Zombie Maker, 11º Golem Creator, 12° Corpse Demon Commander, 13º Demon King User, 14º Dark Guider, 15º Labyrinth Creator, 16º Creation Guider, 17º Dark Healer, 18º Disease Demon, 19º Magic Cannoneer, 20º Spirit Warrior, 21º Fragments Consensor, 22º Dream Guider, 23º Demon King, 24º Demiurgos (the current).
    Last edited: Dec 12, 2017
  3. FussyBadger

    FussyBadger Well-Known Member

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    Thank you for this. Sometimes those don't come out very well
  4. Claus

    Claus Well-Known Member

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    Well, the last two jobs are no longer monstrous but inhumane. With the work [Demon King], Vandalieu can now create his own reincarnation cycle and with [Demiurgos] he achieved the unique ability [semi-god]. It seems that he allows him to do the same things as the gods, such as allowing his followers to use "Angels".
    "Demiurge means" what works for the public, craftsman, manual worker, "meaning" people's "and -orgos," worker. "In the sense of" worker for the people, "the word was used throughout the Peloponnese In Plato's cosmogonic thought, the term designates the divine craftsman - the cause of the soul of the world - who, without actually creating the universe, gives form to a disorganized matter imitating the eternal essences, the inferior gods, created by him, as the task of the production of mortal beings. In Gnostic thought, the demiurge, creator of the world is distinguished from the supreme God and generally considered evil. "_ from wiki
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    FussyBadger Well-Known Member

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    Changing this post to put in highlights of the thread:

    Scene setting: Amemiya and Narumi had just arrived home from the Bravers’ headquarters. It was a rather peaceful day in which nothing significant had happened. In other words, a good day. It is always better when the abilities of the Bravers are not needed.

    As they arrived home, they dismissed the security guard for the time being. It had been a bit over a year now since the incident in which their children were kidnapped by terrorists. While it was a harrowing incident, that was actually not the most significant thing that happened that day. It was not the fact that they were kidnapped, but the manner in which they were rescued. A short while after they had realized their children were missing, a phone call came in saying exactly where their children were. When they arrived at the scene, they found their children in a truck, and all 7 of the terrorists who had kidnapped them were killed in various gruesome ways.

    More significant than that though was that they had found the symbol of the 8th guidance on the side of the truck. The members of the 8th guidance, the victims of the death attribute experiments who gained their own limited use of death attribute magic as a result of their contact with “the undead,” were supposed to all be dead. However, it appeared as though some reminent of their organization were still around. It was likely a copy cat, and it was not likely that they could actually use the death attribute, but they took every precaution and even installed death attribute magic sensors throughout the house.

    Even if it was a copy cat, whoever these reminents of the 8th guidance were were sure to be very dangerous. Pluto, before she died, had declared that Amemiya in particular was someone they considered an enemy, and it was their intention to make him suffer and they had even attacked his wife. The only reason Narumi was still with him was because of his unborn daughter who was growing inside her, still too early in her development to even be noticed on the best scientific instruments or life attribute scans of the day, but Pluto who had the death attribute could sense it and because of this she immediately withdrew the death attribute from Narumi, saving her life and the life of their child growing inside her. This was all due to the policy the 8th guidance had of not harming children.

    If these were the same 8th guidance from back then, dealing with this may be easier. However, if they were remnants or, even worse, a copy cat, then there was no grantee they would hold to the same principles as the original group. Since that day, they had kept their house and their children under 24 hour surveillance. There had been no activity from these 8th guidance remnants in the past year though, and so at least while Amemiya and Narumi were home they allowed the security guard to rest. He would stay on standby though in case something happened, and he would be back on duty while they were asleep.

    “Do you think Rokudo is doing alright?” Narumi asked. “I haven’t seen him around at all since he had to leave early during Mei’s magic attribute confirmation.”

    “I’m worried too.” Amemiya admitted. “This is the first time I think I have heard of one of us being sick to that degree. I checked and just about every single one of us has had no serious illness in childhood or adulthood.”

    Due to the good fortune that was given to them before they had reincarnated, all of the bravers were protected from serious illness, and if they did get sick it was either an asymptomatic case or the most mild form of the disease possible.

    “Well, I suppose it’s possible he is just sick, but considering everything that’s happened I really have to wonder.” Amemiya continued. He walked in and found his son Hiroshi standing in the middle of the room, instantly putting their conversation to a stop. He did not want to continue such a discussion in front of their children, and he knew Narumi would be of the same mind on this issue.

    “Hey Hiroshi!” Narumi greeted her son warmly.

    “Hi!” Their son responded, but did not move from his spot. Something seemed wrong. Hiroshi looked a bit nervous, and he had a large and strange smile on his face. It was probably nothing serious. In fact, it could be a good thing. He also looked a little on the excited side after all.

    “What’s going on champ?” Amemiya asked his son. Hiroshi’s face went through all sorts of contortions from nervous to eager in the matter of a few seconds before he finally spoke up.

    “I want to show you something!” He said in an upbeat tone with a slight crack in his voice. “It’s a spell I’ve been practicing!”

    Well, sure enough. Nothing serious after all. Looks like he was worried over absolutely nothing. “Alright, let’s see it,” Amemiya encouraged his son. This was how things were supposed to be, to see his son excited to show him the latest spell he had worked on in school.

    “I got something else cool to show you too!” Hiroshi announced before showing them his spell. “I’m going to cast it without chanting the spell!”

    This caught Amemiya by surprise. He looked over to his wife who was wearing an equally bewildered look on her face. Before either of them could say anything though, Hiroshi took a couple skips backward and then floated up into the air. Their son was now suspended around 3 feet off the ground and his head was slightly above their eye level. Amemiya realized something else strange though. While levitation of this sort could be accomplished with wind magic, this would normally kick up a lot of wind in the area. However, there was hardly even the slightest disturbance in the air beyond that which was displaced by Hiroshi’s rapid movement as he rose up off the ground. It seemed unlikely that their son was doing this with wind magic.

    “Uhh… Hiroshi.” Amemiya said, trying his best to keep calm and not yell at or scare his son. “What… what kind of spell is that?”

    “It’s flight!” Their son said proudly. “I just learned how to do it, and today Banda finally said I could show it to you!”

    Flight? That didn’t give him very much information, but… wait, Banda! Wasn’t that the name of that strange thing Mei used to draw pictures of? They had attributed it to some form of trauma she had suffered as a result of her kidnapping, it was her imaginary friend she had made up after the incident. She had not talked about Banda as much recently though, but suddenly Hiroshi was saying something about him.

    “Did you just say…” Amemiya says in a halting voice. “What do you mean Banda taught you?”

    “Uhhh…. yeah!” Hiroshi says in a guilty sounding voice, still levitating 3 feet off the floor in front of them. “He’s been teaching me a lot of things! He told me about the cheat abilities you and mommy use, he says you got them from the reincarnation god, uhhh…” Hiroshi suddenly looks off to the side as though paying attention to someone speaking to him. However, there was no voice that Amemiya or Narumi could hear, and there was no one in the direction Hiroshi was looking. “Rodcorte! That’s right!” Hiroshi suddenly said a name that shocked both his parents’ minds cold. “He says his name is Rodcorte!”

    Amemiya looked over at his wife in absolute shock and horror as everything was catching up with him. Nobody in this world should know that name. Not unless they were among the people who were reincarnated in their group. This would mean this Banda who their daughter had been seeing was one of them, one of the reincarnated, or at least they were supported by one of them. But who!?

    As Amemiya was struggling to catch up with this new information, Hiroshi looked off to the side again as he slowly lowered himself to the ground and ended his strange spell that broke all of his knowledge about how magic was supposed to work in this world. At this point, Amemiya was starting to realize something and he looked at the empty space in the same direction his son was looking. There was definitely no one there. Not a person, not even that creepy monster looking thing his daughter had drawn several pictures of. However, Hiroshi definitely looked like he was hearing something, and suddenly he turned back to his parents.

    “He says he wants to talk to you. He’s going to make it so you can see him, but he wants you to not be too afraid. He looks like a monster, but he’s really nice.” While hearing Rodcorte’s name, the name of the god that nobody should know in this world, had given Amemiya quite the shock, hearing these words from his son confirming everything he had been growing to fear was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him. He could feel the cold creeping tendrils of dread climbing up his back, but now that he knew how things were he just had to find out who this “Banda” really was, and if he wanted to talk to them calmly that was all the better.

    “Ok,” Amemiya says, trying his best to keep a straight face for his son. “I promise not to be afriad.” He wore a stiff smile as he said this, feeling like his face was going to turn to stone and freeze in that position.

    “Well, it is very good you can be so understanding. It would be a real inconvenience to me if you were to try to make a large scene in front of Mei or Hiroshi.”

    Amemiya looked in the direction of the childlike voice that had come from the direction Hiroshi had been looking to all this time. It was a flat monotone voice, almost like a child who was having a hard time reading off lines for a play, and it seemed to belong to a child a little bit older than their son. When Amemiya looked in the direction of the voice, his stomach immediately turned in knots. He had suspected what he was about to see, he had been seeing pictures of this creature in his daughter’s drawings for over a year now after all, but if anything this only made it more creepy to see that exact same creature in the flesh standing in the middle of their living room.

    He had a body that was completely back, and what looked like thin tentacles writhing around from his waist. He was covered in what looked like an insects carapice, but he also had dark black hair growing all over his body. The creepiest thing of all though was his face. His face featured a large toothy mouth that looked like it ripped open his face and went from one ear to the other, above which there were four eyes arranged roughly in a V formation.

    “Ah… so you’re… Banda…” Narumi was the first person to speak, obviously every bit as disturbed as her husband by the sight. Their son however didn’t seem in the slightest bit rattled by the sight and seemed to be looking up at them with concern at their reaction.

    “Yeah! This is Banda!” Their son said in an excited voice. “He’s a monster, but he’s a good monster! He’s been teaching me all kinds of neat things! He’s really not scary at all!”

    For their son who seemed to be trying to plead with them not to be afraid, Amemiya did his best to put his shock aside. Right now, he wanted to yell for the security guard. He wanted to grab his children and get them out of the house and as far away from that thing as he possibly could. However, from what their son was telling him, it was very clear this… this thing! No, this person had been in their house for quite a while. Mei had been drawing pictures of him for over a year! That means he was in their house that entire time without them knowing about it. Once he was able to get his logical mind to do the thinking, Amemiya realized that the likelihood of this Banda suddenly attacking his children at the very least was quite small. He wasn’t quite so certain about himself or his wife, but at the very least he felt his children likely wouldn’t be harmed.

    The pieces were finally starting to come into place. The remnants of the 8th guidance. It was probably this Banda who was now in front of them. No! A terrifying realization came to Amemiya at that moment. If this was a user of death attribute magic, and he somehow knew about Rodcorte, this only left one possibility. “The Undead.” He had already reanimated himself after his own death once, and his power was incredible. Perhaps he had only lost his body back then and had still remained around in spiritual form.

    “The Undead,” the original possessor of the death attribute in this world. He was the member of the 101 reincarnators who Amemiya had failed the most. The one who in their previous life had tried to save Narumi as she was falling off the boat. The very reason they had met in the first place was because his name was so similar to this person that she thought the two of them were the same person. This had been cleared up later, but after that misunderstanding they had grown to know each other better and got closer, eventually getting married. They all knew him as “The Undead,” but in his previous life his name was…

    “Amamiya Hiroto?” Amemiya said breathlessly. His wife beside him seemed surprised to hear that name, and the creature before him slightly tilted its head and looked at him.

    “That was my name in my first life, but I do not go by it anymore. I go by Vandaleu now. Or rather, that’s the name of my main body. This body you see in front of you is just a spirit clone. Mei was unable to pronounce the name of my main body, so in this form I go by the name Banda. I would prefer you not use any of my old names.” The incongruity between Banda’s monsterous appearance and the voice of a little boy, even if a little flat, only served to add to how creepy he was. However, knowing who he really was managed to ground Amemiya’s mind in reality a little better.

    “What? What do you mean!?” Narumi looked around and demanded. She was looking at him now, realizing that he knew something she didn’t. Something he really should have told her a long time ago. He had wanted to spare her from the horrible knowledge that they had killed the very boy she fondly remembered as having saved her in her previous life, and who they had also so horribly failed and had gone through all that suffering. He had thought that he was dead and it no longer mattered, but now he was kicking himself as that was all coming back on him now.

    “Hiroshi, your parents and I need to talk about something very important now. Could you please go and practice in the play room with Mei?”

    “What!? Uhhh… Ok, ummm… Banda, I mean, what was that name you said? Vanda…. uhh…”

    “Vandaleu, but it is fine for you to keep calling me Banda.”

    “Yeah! Umm… do you know my mom and dad?”

    “I sort of knew your mother at one point. I will tell you about it later though. I would really like for you to let me talk to them alone for a while.”

    “Ok!” Hiroshi agrees and promptly runs out of the room as per Banda’s instructions. This entire time, Amemiya was holding his breath. This Banda really did seem to relate to his son like an old friend, almost like he was more of a parent to his son than he was. This left him with several conflicting mixed emotions. Fear and dread that someone was so close to his children all this time without him knowing it despite their best security measure, furry that this frightening person seemed so much closer to his son than he was to the point where Hiroshi had actively hid his existence from him, but despite these harsh negative emotions they were actually washed over with a sense of relief that the positive way Banda was interacting with his son only served to further drive home that his children were not going to be in any immediate danger.

    With his son gone, the situation becomes slightly less complicated and in the back of his mind Amemiya even thanks Banda for taking this action. Now there is one more issue to sort out. He turns to his wife who, despite still looking quite weary of Banda, is throwing an accusatory glance in his direction.

    Well, he didn’t tell her before, but he was going to have to tell her more. “Umm… well, I figured it out after the incident with ‘The Undead.’ The Death Attribute was something that had never been seen in this world before. What’s more, after the incident with ‘The Undead,’ Toya asked his oracle what could be done to keep all of us reincarnators from dying. The result… the result he got was that one of the reincarnators had already died.” After saying this with the weight of his own guilty conscience in front of his wife, Amemiya gave a meaningful glance back in the direction of the strange small monsterous humanoid standing several feet away from them in their living room. Narumi followed his gaze and took in the meaning of his words and he could see the shock of light through her body as she came to realize what he was saying.

    “Wh… what!? You mean!?” She takes a couple halting steps toward Banda, but stops short as the full weight of this revelation begins to hit her.

    (To be continued)
    Narumi was shocked to the point she didn’t know what to focus on anymore. First her son shows her this strange new magic, then he tells her that he learned it from “Banda.” The very same “Banda” who she had previously thought was her daughters imaginary friend who she drew creepy pictures of, said creepiness being a result of a trauma she had suffered when she was kidnapped by those horrible terrorists.

    Now, not only did it turn out that “Banda” as real, but he was also a user of death magic. As a matter of fact, he was “The Undead” who she had personally played a part in killing, and to top it all of he, he was also one of them. He was one of the 100, no, 101 reincarnated individuals. She had thought he had gone back to the normal cycle of reincarnation, rejecting the god of reincarnation’s offer of cheat abilities and reincarnating with all his memories. The boy who had tried to save her life but died himself in the process. She had long held feelings for him even after he was gone, but… who would think he was alive all that time and she had personally destroyed him. She… she had crushed his head. The memory was coming back to her now, sending chills through her entire body as she remembered the feeling of his skull breaking beneath her foot.

    “You… you! No way!” She wanted to scream those words, but she recalled her son who this Banda had just sent away. “What… what are you here for!? How could you be here!?” She had spent her entire life idealizing him, the boy who had saved her, but now that she knew the truth she felt nothing but horror and dread as she felt her sins coming back at her all at once. After what she did…. after what she did he should want to do horrible things to her. To destroy her in revenge for what she did to him. She was glad he seemed to hold a soft spot for her children as the evidence seemed to show, but that did not mean her or her husband who had personally killed him were safe. After all, the 8th guidance were always sure when they attacked their targets to spare even the soldiers who were not personally involved with the death attribute research. They spared the innocent and targeted only the ones who had done something wrong, and it was reasonable to think they had learned this from the very undead they had idolized.

    If he was out to kill them here and now, but… but he had been here for over a year before this though! Maybe he was waiting for their children to grow old enough to make it on their own?

    “As for how I am here, it’s a complicated story.” The deformed child-like spirit form of the one who was once known as “The Undead” said. “Why I am here is a far more simple question to answer. Perhaps I should start by informing you that the results of Mei’s magic attribute test were not her real results. I was responsible for this, I had them switched with those of another child.”

    “Wh… what?” Narumi was stunned. When he said those words that were not at all in line with what she had feared as though it was all a lie, she felt almost as though someone who was trying to catch a bus that just left without her. What was he talking about?

    “You switched her results?” Her husband had the state of mind to ask the question.

    “Indeed, her real magic attribute is something that would be very bad for her if it got out. However, we are not at a point where it can continue to be hidden forever. I felt at the very least her chances would be better if I told her parents about it at this point. Your daughter has an affinity for the death attribute.”

    Your daughter has an affinity for the death attribute. Those words, after the monstrous visage in front of her spoke them, continued to rattle around in her mind. “This is a dream, it has to be.” She mutters. That was the last straw. Not a single thing that has happened since she entered the house has made any sense at all. This all has to be a dream. Just as she was thinking this, she sees the hand of her husband reaching for her. His thumb and fore finger take a firm hold of her cheek and begin to squeeze. “Ow!” She yelps and bats his hand away.

    “Too bad,” he says with a mournful voice as he commiserates with her. “This would all be much better if it was a dream.”

    “I am afraid this is reality, this will all be a lot easier if you can accept that as quickly as possible” the monstrous form of the one she now knows is Amamiya says in his flat child-like voice.

    “How do you know she has the death attribute anyway!?” Her husband demands. “How did this happen!?” The face of Banda is unreadable in response to her husbands angry demands. He merely blinks with one set of eyes and then the other and then looks down slightly before responding.

    “I am afraid that was the fault of Pluto.” He says. “I only found out about it because Mei actually came to me when I was passing over this area once. She reached out to me, or rather my main soul form, and would not let go. That was when I created this spirit clone you see in front of you in order to bring her back to her physical body so she would actually be capable of waking up the next morning. At that time, I discovered I was attached to her, and also that she possessed the death attribute.

    The fault of Pluto? That’s right! Narumi remembered how Pluto had filled her body with death attribute mana. Narumi would have surely died that day if Pluto had not discovered Mei in her womb, so early in her development that no tool in modern medicine could detect her, and withdrew that mana. Could that exposure have really caused Mei to pick up the death attribute.

    “But how do you know!?” Narumi found it was her turn to start demanding things now that it seemed he was not out to harm her in any way. After all, it seemed as though he was saying he wanted their help protecting their daughter. That couldn’t possibly mean he was going to kill them.

    “I recognized the same signs, things only someone with the death attribute would be able to see.” He says. “I am not the only spirit she is able to see. She sees spirits all the time, and those spirits are naturally inclined to treat her well. These are the very first early signs of someone with death attribute affinity that can be seen even in someone who is untrained in its usage, and it can only be seen and confirmed by someone else with the death attribute. And, while I don’t usually judge the shape of a person’s soul all that much with how many odd shaped souls I have seen, I suppose it is worth mentioning that hers is colored completely black.”

    Narumi still did not quite know what to make of all this, but his words sounded convincing. It seemed she would have to simply take his word for it, but she was attacked by Pluto at that time, and it does not seem unreasonable to believe that this would lead to someone gaining affinity to the death attribute if they were exposed to that much death attribute mana when they were at that stage of development.

    “So, you are saying that you came back to protect my daughter because she has the death attribute?” Her husband asked. “I would like to know one thing. If you have been around for so long, why are you only talking to us now?”

    “I did not know if I could trust you before,” Banda answers simply. “How do you think you would have reacted a year ago if something that looked like me suddenly showed up and tried to talk to you about your daughter? I believe you even made several comments upon seeing your daughter’s drawings of me about it being creepy.” He looks up at her with his four eyes and his face stuck in a perpetual jagged tooth grin. She cannot read his expression, but she imagines she can sense the accusation behind it.

    “Besides, there was also a specific impetus for why I had to come forward and tell you about this now. As a mage of the death attribute, I attract the spirits of the dead toward me. When they die, they seek me out by instinct, and those who die as a result of murder in some form usually want to tell me their story about how it was that they died. There was someone who died recently who told me something that makes things quite urgent now, and this made things such that I absolutely had to tell you about what was going on now. You likely knew this person by a code name since she was one of the reincarnated Bravers. She was called Metamorph.”



    Narumi heard her shocked response to this information echoed in her husband’s voice.

    “No! That’s NOT possible! She already died four years ago!”

    “I’m afraid not, going by what I heard it would have been far better for her to have really died back then. Unfortunately, she has been alive and under the influence of powerful brainwashing drugs up until yesterday when she was killed in a death attribute related experiment. This experiment was done by an individual who has had his eye on your daughter for a while and does not seem to have been fooled by my switching out the results of her attribute affinity test.”

    Narumi feels as though her heart is pierced by this revelation, but when she looks over at her husband she sees a far different expression overcome his face. His face turns very dark as he looks straight at the form of Banda. “Who!? Oh no! Don’t tell me… it wouldn’t have happened to be Rokudo by any chance?”

    What!? Why? Why would he think that?

    “I am genuinely surprised you knew that.” Banda responds. “People are usually not able to read my emotions, so I will tell you, I really am surprised. That is exactly the person responsible. I have been hearing about him from Kanako, Melissa, and Dogue before hearing from Metamorph, but I was not under the impression you were aware of any of the things he had been doing.”

    Kanako, Melissa, and Dogue. Those were three names she did not want to hear. They were part of Murakami’s group of trators who had joined the 8th guidance and were responsible for the deaths of several of their close friends. She had tried her best to remove their names from her heart, to never think of them again, but here their names were coming up.

    “I didn’t tell anyone about it at the time,” her husband said, “but I heard a voice in my head a few days ago. It said it was a message from Rodcorte, the god who gave us our powers. He, he said that I should kill Rokudo. No, it was an outright order to do so. If what you say is right, that means it would have been just before Metamorph was killed, which would mean…” Her husband freezes, looking at his own hands clutching at the air in frustration as the tension floats off him in an almost palpable form.

    “I am probably not the best one to be saying this, I plan to kill him myself. However, you should be aware that he has been secretly working with several national governments that are researching the death attribute. Of everyone in the bravers, he likely has the most power on the international scale. You may want to be careful about how you approach him. He is also unlikely to show himself in person from now on. In fact, he hasn’t for a very long time. Even a few weeks ago at Mei’s attribute confirmation party, that was actually Metamorph taking Rokudo’s form. This is how he has been using her under the influence of his brainwashing drugs. He seems to have subjected her to this deadly experiment because she was beginning to be able to fight back against the drugs.”

    “I… I can’t believe it! All this time, I thought he was my friend!” Amemiya shouts. “I… I will find out the truth, and if what you say is real then I will definitely kill him myself!”

    Her husband is shaking all over. Despite his anger, he is as white as a sheet. Normally in a situation like this she would use her ability “angel,” but that depended a lot on her own mental state being calm and at this point hers really wasn’t all that much better than his. “Hon, um… maybe you should sit down.” She suggests.

    “Yes,” Banda immediately backs her up, “it would really not be good for you to have your mind become overloaded and collapse. At the very least, it would be quite difficult to explain if the security guard has to be called back to assist you.”

    Narumi looks up at Banda after he said this. While it was probably a joke to lighten the mood, something still seems a little off about what he just said. He certainly does not seem at all like the same Amamiya she knew in her previous life. That said, she can’t really say she knew him very well at all. But still, even though he does seem like the same good-hearted person to have come to protect their daughter when he discovered she had the death attribute, it still seems as though there is something in his personality that has changed.

    Van and Ainz.

    Setting: We are out a few years after Alda has been defeated, and Sam has evolved even further into a carriage that has the ability to cross dimensions. Van has decided to start exploring interdimensionally by world hopping just for the fun of it as a pass time whenever he decides to have a vacation. He has left his mother along with Bakunawa in charge of Vidal as he goes out with only Sam, the sisters, and Gufadgarn.

    After arriving in this world, Van has heard rumors of a city of undead ruled by an undead king and wants to check it out. Time setting is a little bit after the most recent episode of the anime without much progress toward what starts happening after this in the light novels. (however, I will be borrowing from volume 12 of the LN in order to establish what daily life is like in Erantel now.)

    Start: Van has just arrived at the gates of Erantel aboard Sam.

    Vandaleu was rather interested to see this city of undead he had heard rumored so much about. There were several people in the surrounding kingdoms talking about people being used as slaves and oppressed daily by the undead that lived there under the rule of the undead king. However, there were also rumors that the people happily lived along side the undead under the rule of a wise and benificent king. He did not know which to believe, he would reserve judgement until he saw it for himself.

    Rita: So, what do you think it’s going to be like in this city of Erantel? Which of the rumors do you think will be true?

    Saria: I don’t know, but of course if the one about the people being enslaved is true we are going to help them right?

    Rita: It’s really not nice to think about undead enslaving humans after living with Bochan for so long, but I bet it’s going to be fine. If they have a king, I bet he’s going to be a king just like Bochan.

    Saria: Bochan is an Emperor though.

    Rita: Oh yes, there is that.

    Gufadgar: Personally, I can’t wait to have this king meet the great Vandaleu sama. I’m certain the king of this country won’t be able to help but immediately see the incredible greatness of Vandaleu sama and will immediately bow to him and pledge his allegance to the Vidal empire.

    Van: I hope such a thing does not happen. That would create several complications. However, if he is actually an undead then that possibility cannot be discounted. I will have to think about what to do when the time comes.

    Rita: Well, I’m sure it will work out.

    Van: Hmmm… yes. Well, at any rate, it sounds as though the rumor about the living being oppressed by the dead in this city is all nothing but a rumor after all. In fact, it sounds as though the towns folk are treated quite nice in this city.

    Rita: Oh? Are we close enough now for the spirits to come out and meet you?

    Van: Yes, we should be seeing the city soon.

    Sam: Bochan! Everyone! Come up to the front, this is quite a sight!

    Everyone comes to the front of Sam’s carriage and looks out the front. Since they are going to a city of undead, they did not see a reason to bring along any normal horses, so instead it is pulled by 3 ghostly white horses that are actually an extension of Sam’s body. From a distance, nobody would be able to tell the difference between these horses and a normal white horse. However, on closer inspection it would become clear that the horses are not breathing and this would likely give it away.

    This was something Van and the rest were quite used to by this point. What was captivating their attention was the sight in front of them. The road had recently turned from dirt to cobble stone as they approached the city, and the sight of the city gate was quite incredible. The entire city was surrounded by tall walls as tall as a true giant, and they were decorated with sculptures and archetecture that spoke to the long history of this place.

    Van: Hmm…

    Rita: Bochan, what are you thinking about?

    Van: I was just wondering about the walls of Talosheim. Perhapse if I were to add more sculptures like that the golem defense of the walls would be stronger. No, actually I’m not certain it would make that much of a difference.

    Rita: Well, it is a nice idea though. If it doesn’t make a difference then at least it would make the walls look nice.

    Van: Yes, I will have to study the architectural techniques.

    Gufadgarn: I’m certain anything Vandaleu sama makes will be at least as good if not better than what we see before us, and I’m certain the beautiful archetecture will make the people of Talosheim happy.

    Saria: Yeah, it will be nice to look at sculptures like that whenever we pass through the walls.

    Sam: Uhh… uh-oh.

    Rita: Father, what’s wrong? Oh!

    Van: It looks like someone is coming out.

    What everyone was reacting to was that a large number of black armored skeleton figures wielding gigantic swords and tower shields were marching from the city in formation at that moment.

    Van: Perhaps they are leaving at the same time as we are coming in. It is likely nothing to be concerned about.

    Sam: Maybe we should get off the road?

    Before Sam could begin doing as he suggested though, the ranks split among the black armored skeletons and they were filing onto either side of the road. They were not readying themselves for combat though. The large black-armored skeletons formed ranks on either side of the road and then turned and with an impressive sound they all took up honor-guard positions on either side of the road in perfect synchronization.

    Van: Well, they are certainly well disciplined. Is the king coming out at this time perhaps? We probably should get off the road after all.

    Saria: But Bochan, don’t you think it’s also possible they may be coming out to welcome you?

    Rita: Yeah, if they were charmed like the spirits, that’s very possible it might be what they are doing.

    Vandaleu suddenly had a flash back to a time when he was only a year old in this life and had gone into a dungeon full of undead. Indeed, at that time the undead of the dungeon were lining up in a manner very similar to this.

    Van: Oh. This is quite a problem if that is the case.

    Sam: Should we wait to see if someone else really does come out?

    They all looked curiously down the road and through the great gates to the city looking for some sign that someone might be coming out. Instead, the only thing that they saw were more of these large black skeletons gathering and lining up along the sides of the road as they seem to be gathering from every side street in order to meet them.

    Van: No, they seem to be gathering together from inside the city. If it was in order to escort their king I am certain they would have gathered together at the castle and would have already been in formation as they escorted him. I don’t think we can look at this any other way than that they have come to meet us. Let’s go on through.

    As such, they proceeded through the gate to the sight of a very stunned gate keeper watching them from the side. It seemed as though the gate keeper was a perfectly normal human. The poor guy must not know what was going on at all, so they decided to stop and talk to him.

    Van: Umm… hello.

    Gatekeeper: What!? Umm… yes! Yes! Are you, uhh… associates of the Sorcerer King?

    The man was clearly very shaken and visibly sweating.

    Saria: Bochan, I don’t think he was expecting us to talk to him given the circumstances here.

    Van: Well, we are just normal visitors to the city, so it’s proper to go through the proper procedures. Anyway, (van addresses the gate guard) we do not know the Sorcerer King. However, we have come hoping to meet him.

    Gatekeeper: Ah! Yes! Well, he has made the govorner’s mansion into his castle here! It, uhh… it is down this main road at the center of the city.

    After this exchange, Vandaleu and the gate keeper continue to stare at each other for a while, the gate keeper with uncomfortable and skittish eyes and Vandaleu with his usual empty expressionless eyes. In the mean time, a lot of attention was being gathered from the towns people who had clearly taken notice of the large size black armored skeleton knights lining up in honor formation lines across the street.

    Gatekeeper: Uhh… was there something else?

    Van: Don’t you need to inspect our carriage or something? I just told you, I am not a guest of your king. You will get in trouble if you don’t do your job properly right?

    Gatekeeper: Ah! Uhh… I…! Yes! Then I’ll be… Whaa!?

    The gate keeper runs around Sam’s carriage with a flustered demeanor, and then when he sticks his head inside he makes a surprised scream.

    Gatekeeper: Why is it so big inside here!?

    The inside of Sam’s carriage was truly spacious. Since there was so much room inside now, a 2 story house had been built in the middle of the bed of the carriage. There was easily plenty of room to allow for it and there was even still plenty of space to store things, and it was by no means a small house. It was certainly built for luxury and comfort, like a villa, and it was complete with all the appliances that Van had invented and even had an alchemy work space in one of the rooms as well as sleeping quarters for as many as 12 people to live inside it comfortably.

    It was really no wonder the gatekeeper was flustered. Because of this, the inspection took some time. It was really not too long though. Given the scale of all this, it seemed he decided that all he would have to check for is to make sure they were not exploiting this space magic to drive in with an army. Confirming Van, the 2 sisters, and Sam were the only ones in here, Gufadgarn remaining hidden in the subspace behind Van, the gatekeeper decided that was good enough and they were declared as acceptable to enter the city.

    Gatekeeper: Umm… uhh… by the way, ummm…

    The gatekeeper seemed to have something else he wanted to say and was repeatedly looking up to the large skeleton knights and then back to them.

    Van: Yes? Was there something else you wanted to say?

    Gatekeeper: Yes! Uhh… Well, you see… It’s uhh… about these uhhh… death knights. I…

    Van: Yes, I am sorry about causing a spectical. Unfortunately, I have an ability that causes undead to just act like this sometimes. I really have no control over it.

    Gatekeeper: Right! Umm… well, they sorta act like our enforcers in the town. They will normally attack and kill anyone who does violence to anyone else in town, so…

    Van: Ah, yes. I understand.

    With this, Van jumps down off the carriage and looks in both directions and raises his voice

    Van: You should return to your usual duties and do as you normally do.

    At Vandaleu’s word, all the knights turn toward the inside of the city at once and begin marching back in, dispersing and walking down the streets careful not to knock into any of the curiously onlooking townspeople.

    Sam: Well then, does that settle the problems? I apologize for any inconvenience our Bochan’s ability may have caused.

    Gatekeeper: Ah! No! Well, I hope you have a pleasant stay.

    The man was clearly shaken by the encounter.

    Van: Umm… are you alright?

    Gatekeeper: YES! I mean… Well, I have to admit I really don’t know what is going on anymore.

    Van: It’s ok, just think of us as normal guests passing through like anyone else. Well, thank you very much for your help.
    Note: the majority of this chapter is a direct rip from Book 10, Chapter 1 of Overlord. The very end is the only part that is my original work. I feel I cannot do a better job than this material from the book itself in demonstrating the nature of Ainz's character.


    The Sorcerer King. The absolute ruler of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick and the Sorcerous Kingdom of Ainz Ooal Gown. A being who ruled the 41 Supreme Beings, and the last of them who had remained in Nazarick. At this moment, that entity who should have been enjoying the attentions of his subordinates was curled up on a soft bed, reading a book.

    Said bed had been moved from the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick to this place ― to the private chambers of the former ruler of E-Rantel, Mayor Panasolei, which had been partially remodelled and converted into Ainz’s own chambers. Ever since it had been moved here, he could no longer detect the fragrance which it used to emanate when it had still been located in Nazarick.

    Perhaps it’s because the bed here doesn’t have perfume sprayed on it, Ainz thought as he leaned his weight onto the bed in question.

    Of course, sleep was completely unnecessary for an undead being like Ainz.

    Indeed, it was only the remnants of his humanity telling his mind that he should be tired. That was why Ainz occasionally did this sort of thing, lying down on a bed to cool down his overheated head and heart. However, that was only a temporary solution. Thus, lying down like this for a long time, like a human being would do, was actually quite meaningless.

    Of course, there were always a few exceptions to the rule.

    For instance ― yes. While he was reading for instance. In particular, when he was mindful of the way others were looking at him.

    It should be daytime soon… oh!

    A weak ray of sunlight filtered in through the gap in the curtains, giving Ainz a rough idea of the time. With that, he stuffed the book he had been reading until now back under his pillow.

    Then, he inclined his skull to look over to a corner of the room.

    He saw a maid there.

    She was one of Nazarick’s regular maids, and she was attending to Ainz today ― to be precise, she had attended to him since yesterday. Currently, she was elegantly seated on a chair with her back ramrod straight. However, that posture had not changed since last night. From what Ainz knew, none of the maids had failed to hold that position.

    Her line of sight was constantly fixed on Ainz, barring several momentary distractions.

    It was a truly indescribable burden.

    Of course, she had certainly not intended to exert this pressure. It was simply because paying close attention to him would allow her to respond immediately to any situation that might arise. However, it made an everyman like Suzuki Satoru want to cry and beg “spare me, please”.

    Nobody would feel comfortable if they were constantly stared at like this, especially if it was a member of the opposite sex doing it. Even if nothing happened, it made him feel like he had left something undone somewhere.

    The most important thing was the way she silently responded to Ainz if he made any movement at all.

    Simply put ― it was a miserable experience.

    Of course, Ainz was an absolute ruler. If he forbade her to do so, she would stop. However, when he thought of the look on the maid’s face if he said so, he could not bring himself to speak the words waiting in his mouth.

    After coming to this world, Ainz had quickly sprung into action in the guise of Momon. That was the first time the maids had surrounded him like this. Even now, they continued to render their service to him with awe-inspiring loyalty. It was because he knew this that Ainz could not bring himself to make them obey him by force.

    Besides, they will get tired of it after a while.

    It had been a month since he had thought that.

    The idea that this state of affairs might continue forever filled Ainz with some degree of unease. Because the maids took 41 days to complete a single shift rotation, he had decided to leave that matter for the future, but that line of thinking had merely kicked the can down the road until now.

    Is this what they call the burden of leadership… administering Nazarick, planning for the group’s future, responding to my subordinates’ wishes… people who stand at the top really are great. No wonder they have such high salaries...

    The people on top do so little and yet collect so much pay. Now that he understood what they were going through, Ainz laughed at his past foolishness. Then, he slowly rose from the bed.

    At this moment, the maid silently rose from her seat as well. It made him feel as though there was a string connecting them.

    How could her movements be so graceful after staying awake through the night?

    “―I’m up.”

    “Yes. Then, your servant shall take her leave. After this, today’s maid will come to take over for me.”

    Ainz did not say anything along the lines of “I’ll leave it to you”, but simply grunted “Umu” and waved his hand to indicate that she should carry on.

    Perhaps I’m being too arrogant, Ainz thought.

    Still, it might be better like this.

    He had sent Hamsuke to ask around, and the maids’ first response seemed to be, “It feels like he’s dominating us, Ainz-sama is the best” or something like that. It would seem they were all masochists, and while it troubled Ainz when he first heard it, after calmly considering the matter, he realized that a ruler needed to act and dress the part. It was what his subjects would wish for.

    Using a company as an example, a boss had to look and act like a boss.

    When he thought about it in that way, Ainz felt that what he had done was what the Sorcerer King should have done. The fact was, when he had been spying on the ruler of the Empire, Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix, in his spare time, he noticed that the man conducted himself in pretty much the same manner.

    Still, Suzuki Satoru had been a working man, and he felt a little uneasy about not saying something along the lines of, “Thanks for your hard work”.

    “...Then, you should go have a good rest yourself.”

    “Ah! ― Please allow your servant to offer her deepest thanks for your generosity, Ainz-sama!”

    The maid bowed deeply as she expressed her gratitude.

    “However, it is thanks to this item that you so graciously lent me that your servant could stay by your side to attend you without having to rest, Ainz-sama.”

    No, that’s not what I meant, Ainz muttered in his heart.

    It was true that once one put on a Ring of Sustenance, one could go all day and night without any sleep. Still, sitting on a chair and watching Ainz all night should have been nothing short of hellish. Although he was very pleased by their dedication, there was no need for them to go that far.

    At least they should cancel the night shift… the part where they watch me sleep, right?

    As maids, it was only natural for them to faithfully serve their master with their hearts and souls.

    He did not know exactly which of the maids had said it, but he remembered hearing it from one of them.

    Faithfully serve their master, huh. What would you say if I wanted to live as an equal to you?

    Unlike how he felt when he first came to this new world, Ainz was now confident that all his subordinates were absolutely loyal to him. As long as Ainz paid attention to his actions and did not do anything which would disappoint them, there was no chance of their betrayal ― barring outside interference. In that case, perhaps he should change the relationship between them, and put himself on equal footing with the NPCs. That might be a good choice to make, at some point.

    If that happened, Ainz would be free from this life of being a ruler, of having having to rack his brains all day long. In addition ―

    ―it would be like before, indeed, just like during the guild days. I wonder if I could go back to that sort of life again.

    Whenever he spoke to the NPCs, he kept imagining his former friends superimposed over them. Because of that, Ainz hoped that he would not have to relate to them in the capacity of a master to a servant, but rather, the way they had in the past ―

    No, Ainz thought as he mentally shook his head.

    While he did not know what might plant the seeds of disappointment in his subjects, such a dramatic change in circumstances could not possibly be a wise decision. In addition, since he knew that they desired a master-servant relationship with him, it was his responsibility as their master to continue in that capacity. At the same time, as the last person who remained here, he had to do everything he could for the NPCs (the children).

    The maid excused herself to Ainz, and left the room.

    In that moment, Ainz sprang into action. First, he replaced the book under the pillow with another book. The book he substituted in had a very complex title ― just looking at it would make anyone lose the will to continue reading. Then, the book he was reading last night went into his personal pocket dimension ― his inventory.

    After placing the book where it would not be easily stolen, Ainz breathed a sigh of relief.

    That too, was part of his responsibilities as their master.

    He certainly did not want to read those difficult books which made his head hurt all night. If possible, he wanted to read some popular books instead. However, being spotted reading such books would damage Ainz’s dignity as a ruler. Therefore, Ainz was forced to take such troublesome measures.

    Incidentally, he had already taken into consideration the fact that the maids would move the book under the pillow to another location.

    Now that he had finished everything he could do on the bed, Ainz pushed aside the thin gauze canopy which shrouded the bed and rose to his feet.

    Just then, several knocks came from the door. Shortly after that, the maid who was due to take over the next shift opened the door and entered the room.

    As she saw Ainz getting off the bed, she smiled and approached him. It looked like she was the maid assigned to accompany Ainz today.

    “Good morning, Fifth.”

    A blindingly radiant smile dawned on the maid’s face.

    “Good morning, Ainz-sama! I’ll be in your care today!”

    If Fifth had a tail, she would probably be wagging it with all her might. Suddenly, he thought of Pestonya wagging her tail in the past.

    Her maid uniform was the same as the one worn by the previous maid, Fourth. Unlike the battle maids, the regular maids all wore the same uniform. However, their exact appearance varied between each maid ― probably because each maid wearing them was different.

    Ainz recalled something that one of his friends had said so often that it seemed to have taken up residence in his ear: “Simple maid outfits are good, but decorated maid outfits are the best”. There was also a follow-up to that: “In other words, maid uniforms are the best, no matter how they look. Maid uniforms are the greatest invention in human history. Viva maid uniforms~”

    Although Ainz did not know what he meant by “viva”, it was probably some sort of exclamation. It might have also been some personally-invented term of his. In this way, Ainz recalled the memories of his past companions, bit by bit.

    Ainz smiled bitterly ― though his facial expression did not change, of course ― and silently looked at the maid.

    “Ai-Ainz-sama, is, is there some way I can serve you?”

    Fifth blushed as her hands tightly gripped the apron of her uniform. It was then that Ainz realized his carelessness.

    “Forgive me. It seems I was… yes , it seems I was somewhat entranced by you.”


    “Then, let’s go.”

    “―Hieh? Ah, yes. Understood!”

    The maid froze for a moment, but still managed an energetic reply as she fell into step behind him and they left the room.

    Ainz passed through several other rooms. What he saw there could not possibly compare to the scenery in the 9th Floor of the Tomb. Thus, when Ainz had decided to stay here, the Guardians voiced their objections one after the other.

    Point. This place is lacking in taste as a residence for a Supreme Being.

    Point. The defensive capability of this place is lacking and it has inadequate protection against spies.

    Point. Point. Point―

    However, Ainz shrugged all these objections aside and selected this place as his home.

    This was his responsibility as a King ― after all, Jircniv too lived in the Imperial Palace of the Imperial Capital. Or at least, that was what he wanted people to think. The fact was, this place was luxurious enough for Ainz, no, for Suzuki Satoru. His old home was even less worthy of comparison. In addition, his room on the 9th Floor had always been too flashy and too large.

    He did not mind it when it was still a game. However, now that he actually had to live there, he was acutely aware that there was no place for him within its walls. All Ainz wanted to do was to burrow into a corner of the room.

    Ainz led Fifth and the Eight Edge Assassin that dropped down from the ceiling to the dressing room.

    Several regular maids were already there waiting for Ainz. They executed respectful bows to him in unison. Fifth swiftly joined their ranks as well.

    “Ainz-sama, what would you like to wear today?” Fifth asked in a voice that was bursting with energy.

    ...Oh, there’s a sparkle in Fifth’s eyes. Come to think of it, didn’t everyone who had this job have the same sparkle in their eyes as well? They do say that ladies like clothing… is that how they express it? Or do they just like coordinating clothes and accessories?

    A steady sensation of fatigue crept over him, but he could not show it. Instead, he went “Umu” in a conceited way ― or at least, that was how it felt when he practiced beforehand.

    Frankly speaking, Ainz did not need to change his clothes.

    His magic robes would not get wrinkled even if he spent all night rolling around on the bed. His body did not excrete any waste products. The dust floating in the air could settle on him, but all he had to do was brush it off. In addition, any place where Ainz went would have already been thoroughly cleaned by the maids. Furthermore, he did not need to eat or drink, and thus he would not get dirty from those activities.

    Wearing the same set of clothes would not pose a problem to him.

    However, none of his subordinates could permit that. Yet it was only to be expected; having their absolute ruler wear the same thing everyday would ruin his image.

    That said, Ainz was not confident in his ability to coordinate his outfit.

    Now, if he was preparing his equipment for battle, after considering his opponents’ abilities and skills and planning out his tactics, he would be quite confident in his ability to select the appropriate loadout to best combat the foe he was facing. However ―

    Well, to some extent, the experience gained by Suzuki Satoru allowed him to comment on whether this necktie would work with that suit. It did not let him say anything about whether this purple robe with silver filigree matched a silver necklace socketed with four diamonds and so on. In addition, he had to select clothes to match a skeletal body.

    However, if he wore a mismatched outfit, people might doubt his sense of style as a leader. That would be like betraying his loyal subordinates. Therefore, Ainz had to give his utmost even in the matter of dressing himself.

    Therein lay a fatal problem.

    Would any of his subordinates comment even if Ainz wore something unsuitable? It was a similar situation to a toupee slipping off the head of the CEO of some large company; nobody would dare say anything.

    That being the case, there was only one alternative left to him.

    “―Fifth, I’ll leave it to you. Prepare a set of clothing that best suits me.”

    “Understood! Leave it to me, Ainz-sama! Your servant will take the greatest care in her choices!”

    You don’t have to get so worked up over this ― well, Ainz thought that, but he had never actually said so to the maids before.

    “I ― I think red suits you well, Ainz-sama! Therefore, I was thinking of using red as a base color for coordinating your attire. What do you think?”

    “...I just said that I would leave that matter to you. That being the case, there’s no need to confirm your choices with me.”

    “Yes! Understood!”

    If he had no confidence in himself, then all he needed to do was hand the task to someone else ― like how he had allowed the maid to pick for him.

    Ainz was very troubled by the crimson robe she had selected, however. The red color was so bright that it almost hurt his eyes, and it was further adorned by many huge button-like gemstones. It might have been acceptable if they were all the same color, but the many gemstones reflected half a dozen different colors of light. In addition, the garment was edged with strange characters embroidered with gold thread.

    ―Is this really normal clothing? Can it be considered clothing in the normal sense of the word?

    He felt like a sandwich-board man illuminated by neon lights. He would never have picked this clothing of his own accord. Or rather, Ainz began to wonder why he had ever bought this in the first place. Since he had no recollection of his guild members forcing it upon him, by process of elimination, he himself must have obtained it somewhere.

    Was it a gift? Did I win it in a lottery or some kind of an event? … Still, well, it can’t be helped, huh.

    Even recalling how he had obtained it would not make the crimson robe before him vanish.

    While it would be easy to simply refuse, it would turn the “I’ll leave it to you” that he had told Fifth into a lie. More to the point, Ainz might be the only one who found it embarrassing while everyone else liked it. Or rather, that was quite likely to be the case.

    And, to put it more bluntly, since Fifth had selected this robe, he could blame her if anyone commented on it.

    I really am a terrible boss.

    Ainz knew that this was not something of which he could be proud, and he felt guilty about it.

    Pushing the blame to someone else was not laudable conduct for a boss ― for a superior. Ainz knew this, but even so, he needed some way to preserve his dignity.

    He had to protect himself by sacrificing his subordinates. It could not be helped.

    “―Sorry about that.”

    “Ah, my sincerest apologies!”

    “It’s fine… I was just talking to myself. Pay it no heed. Come to think of it…”

    Ainz decided to choose his words carefully as he asked his question.

    “There’s something I’d like to ask. Do you think this robe is a bit too gaudy for me?”

    “Certainly not! After all, just about anything looks good on you, Ainz-sama! Although I feel that black as a base with dark brown as a secondary color would look good too, wearing such colors all the time would not show off your other virtues, Ainz-sama! All this is to imprint your powerful image into the eyes of everyone who―”

    Ainz interrupted the gushing flow of her words.

    “―It’s fine. As long as it’s suitable, it’s fine. Then, could you dress me?”


    Fifth and the other maids got to work.

    As Ainz remained standing, the maids silently removed Ainz’s clothing. The act of having his clothes changed by women, even if his body was nothing more than a skeleton, filled him with a burning shame.

    But of course, such a gesture was a natural act for an absolute ruler.

    At least, it was that way for Jircniv. Ainz had also read the same thing in one of his books.

    Ainz remained still and allowed the maids to work, while he silently looked into the dressing mirror.

    Soon, a red-robed Ainz appeared in the mirror. As expected, it was gaudy. It was nothing but gaudy.

    ...No. This world has a pretty divergent sense of aesthetics. For all I know… these clothes might be quite suitable for a ruler to wear.

    He recalled Hamsuke as an example, and quashed his unease.

    “Then, let’s go.”

    Those thoughts went through his head as he strode forth, accompanied by Fifth. How he wished he had the time to sigh.

    ♦ ♦ ♦

    The swaying, gaudy red robe advanced toward his office. As Ainz neared the door, Fifth swiftly darted forward and courteously opened it for him.

    Sometimes, he thought of saying, It’s just a door, let me open it. However, as he watched the look on the maids’ faces which said, “Whoa, look at me, I’m working!”, Ainz could do nothing but accept this as a form of automatically-opening door.

    Ainz led Fifth and the Eight Edge Assassin into the office.

    The desk in the center of the room was like the one Ainz had in his own room, and it radiated an air of gravitas.

    It had been brought here from Nazarick, along with his bed. A flag hung in the depths of the room ― the flag of Ainz Ooal Gown ― of the Sorcerous Kingdom.

    Ainz passed through the room, and approached the balcony.

    There was a glass box on the balcony. It was not very large and contained a jungle environment. Ainz inserted his bony finger into the box, which seemed devoid of life, and lifted up a leaf. Hidden beneath was a creature that hid in the darkness to avoid the sunlight.

    Its brightly-colored body was coated with sticky yet slippery secretions, and the front part of its body resembled a pair of human lips.

    Ainz carefully studied the Lip Bug before his eyes.

    “―That’s a good color. You look quite lively.”

    He remembered what he had been once told, which was that color was very important. He also recalled having several Lip Bugs placed in front of him, and being taught to tell when they were most energetic by their color. And indeed; the Lip Bug before him seemed much livelier than the others at that time.

    Ainz picked out a fresh cabbage leaf from a nearby plate.

    “Come, Nurunuru-kun. It’s time to eat~”

    He brought the leaf close to the Lip Bug, which latched onto it with a nom. After he let go of the leaf, the Lip Bug frantically took large mouthfuls out of it.

    Ainz brought out two more leaves, which the Lip Bug readily devoured as well.

    He decided to stop there, because Entoma had told him that overfeeding it was not good,.

    Ainz gently returned the fed and happy Lip Bug to its shaded home in the glass box ― to the place it loved the most .

    “It seemed a little gross at first, but after taking care of it for a while, it’s grown to be quite cute.”

    He was not speaking to anyone in particular, just talking to himself. Ainz had a cheerful smile on his face as he closed the thin box lid. The box was not very sturdy, and the Lip Bug could escape if it really wanted to. The reason Ainz used it was to prove his confidence in being able to take good care of its occupant. That said, it was a mercenary monster spawned with gold, so the question of whether or not it would escape still had no answer.

    Ainz gently cleaned his hand with a nearby cloth, and after finishing all his tasks for the morning, he took a seat in his chair. He leaned his weight onto its back and let his body sink in deeply.

    ...Ah, work. There’s no official working hours, but my heart still sinks around this time. I guess old habits die hard.

    The desk did not have so much as a speck of dust on it, to say nothing of documents.

    It was completely unlike Suzuki Satoru’s desk.

    All this was because he did not need to work through the night. Ainz’s job was to make the big decisions, not worrying about the fine details. After he decided the overall direction, his subordinates went into action.

    ...Still, this is why it’s so difficult. For the first time, I realise that the difficulty of a job is determined by how much responsibility it places on oneself. It’s more mentally than physically tiring… and it’s certainly more stressful. Ah, is it time to start work?

    There was no need to look at a watch.

    At that precise moment, a hurried knock came from the door. Fifth ― who was standing at attention by the door ― moved to verify the identity of the caller. However, before she could even reach the door it burst open to admit the familiar face of Albedo with a very unfamiliarlly panicked look on her face.

    “Ainz sama!” She yelled as though relieved to see him as she dashed up to his desk and looked around furtively.

    “Albedo! What is the meaning of this!?” Ainz shouted out in surprise. Actually, he would have liked to ask something more along the lines of ‘What’s wrong?’ but in order to keep his image he was forced to choose words that were considerably more forceful.

    “Ainz sama? You? You cannot feel that presence? No, of course! It’s because!”

    “Albedo! Calm down and try to explain it in a way I can understand!” He was at the ready now. Something that could get Albedo to actually become panicked, it had to be something serious. In fact, he had never seen her like this before.

    “It’s the lord of demons! I don’t know why, but the lord of demons has come to this town!”

    Deep in the underground tomb of Nazarick, in the grand throne room chamber, the grand king of this tomb Ainz Ooal Gown was in a true state of concern. If it was possible for a skeleton to sweat, he would certainly be sweating right now.

    After Albedo had run in to deliver her panicked report, he had attempted to ask for a report from the elder liches he had created and assigned in the town. However, he did not get a response from a single one of them. Perhaps what was even more concerning is that he did not even feel a response from any of the death knights he had assigned throughout the city. No, most concerning of all was that despite his complete lack of contact with the elder liches or the death knights, the towns people were still going about their business as normal without concern. And then, when Ainz looked out the window he could see the death knights still marching through the streets, except he could not make contact with any of them through the magical bond he should have with them as the one who created them.

    Upon realizing this, Ainz had immediately ordered a retreat to the underground tomb. “Hmm… but how could I have lost control of them?” He mused. In the space of the past 30 minutes, Ainz had had his emotions canceled at least once per minute in that time as he repeatedly went into various extreme emotions from panic to anger to fear. If he had any organs at all, his worry would be causing him to nearly vomit by this point. How could anyone take control of his undead from him?

    Ainz couldn’t help but think of those people who had taken control of Shalltear with a world item before, but an item that powerful should not be able to be used across a wide area or have rapid repeat use abilities. And yet, several hundred undead had quite clearly been subject to either charm or brainwashing effects. This was certainly not a normal mind control magic, undead are supposed to be immune to all forms of mind altering attacks. Effects such as charm, sleep, confusion, and certainly brainwashing should be totally useless against undead.

    The larger concern was just how many of the other servants of Nazarick were also under this demon lord’s control. Indeed, it was already quite clear the forces of Nazarick had never faced an opponent as devilish or as fearsome as this demon lord. Albedo had told him that demon types such as herself and Demiurge were uniquely sensitive to the aura let off by the demon lord and they could sense him any time he was near. If it were not for Albedo’s warning there is no telling how much danger he would have been in. It seemed merely by approaching the city, nearly all the denizens may have been already placed under the demon lord’s control. This instant brainwashing magic or ability that could even effect undead was certainly like nothing that had ever existed in Ygrassil.

    “If he existed there, he would likely have a title such as ‘ruler of the demon world,’ a world creature for certain.” Perhaps he was some kind of hidden boss of the game nobody had triggered, but then even if that was the case, how did he wind up here?

    For now, as a precaution, Ainz had called everyone back to Nazarick. Every single one of the servants without exception were to return.

    “To.. to thin, the lord of demons.” Demiurge said in a shaky tone that even seemed to have a hint of admiration behind it. “To have even outsmarted the great Ainz sama and driven us into such a predicament. This is a truly fiendishly clever adversary.”

    Normally at this time Albedo would have chastised Demiurge heavily for such a comment that sounded like it could in any way disparage the might of their leader. However, in this instance, she could do nothing but just direct a sour glare at him as she let off a grimace of shame.

    “No, this is all my fault. If only I had sensed the demon lord’s approach sooner and warned Ainz sama immediately.”

    “That’s enough Albedo.” Ainz cut her off. “You brought news of this as soon as you were able, and while we may have lost the city of Erantel, all that was there were a few Death Knights and Elder Liches. I can easily create more servants like that. All of my irreplacable children such as you are still safe and so long as that is the case we will be able to deal with this somehow.”

    “Not. All. Of. Us. Have. Arrived. As. Of. Yet. However.” Cocutus announced.

    “Yes, that idiot Shalltear is still missing!” Aura, the dark elf tamer said to confirm. Although she spoke harshly, and she was known to fight a lot with Shalltear, it was clear from her expression that she was actually quite worried.

    “I hope nothing happened to her.” Aura’s twin Mare said in concern. Mare, although being Aura’s twin brother, had a far more reserved demeanor and wore a short skirt as he was made by his creator to be a “trap.”

    “Well, she was not stationed near the city, so I imagine she should be fine, but…” Albedo said and then had her eyes dart around a little. At this time, everyone still sorely remembered the incident where Shalltear had been brainwashed by a world item once before.

    “It should be alright. Unlike last time, she has a world item. Even if she does meet up with this demon lord, she ought to still be protected from the brain washing effects.” Ainz says to calm everyone’s concerns, but mostly his own.

    “Oh my! You all have such depressing faces! Why don’t you try to put on a more positive face in front of our majestic leader!” A voice comes from a deep red portal that just opened up in the middle of the room as the subject of everyone’s conversation appears from that hole in space. At once, everyone’s heads lift up and are glaring straight at the source of that voice. The owner of that voice was indeed the vampire Shalltear dressed in her usual gothic lolita style. She wore a red dress dyed in various shades of deep crimson and it was lined in violet frills. Something outside of the norm for her though is that today instead of her usual parasol, she appeared to have picked up something new. A large white-haired doll. The skin was a porciline white and it was dressed in a manner that seemed a little sparse for the normal porciline doll, but something about it seemed to really complete her image. The one truly odd thing about this doll though, aside from it’s somewhat large size, was that it had different colored eyes, one red and one purple, almost as though to match her dress. If it was just wearing the same cloths as the one who was holding it, the look would most certainly be complete.

    “Shalltear! Do you have any idea how concerned everyone was about you!?” Aura immediately jumped up to shout at her. “And what is with that strange doll? Have you finally realized that your never going to grow any bigger in that undead body of yours and so you’re finally deciding to regress into a little kid now?

    “I’m not a doll, my name is Vandaleu.” The person Shalltear was holding in her arms suddenly spoke in a blank monotone while turning to look at Aura.

    During this whole exchange, and outside of the attention of everyone else, Albedo and Demiurge had stiffened as a pained expression spread over both of their faces in unison as though they had both been stung by a bee the very moment Shalltear had walked through her gate spell, and while Aura was arguing with Shalltear they were moving, albeit somewhat stiffly, to take defensive positions in front of their leader Ainz. Although they both looked like they wanted to do nothing more than to run away or to immediately throw themselves down on the floor and beg for their lives, they both showed a great sense of resolve to remain standing and stay guarding their beloved leader Ainz Ooal Gown.

    -Earlier that day.

    After getting past the check point at the gate, Vandaleu and their party decided to go straight to the govorner’s mansion that the gate keeper had mentioned. However, when they arrived, they were informed that the Sorcerer king had just left in a hurry a little earlier.

    “I am sorry I cannot be of more help. He just suddenly left and took all of his servants with him declaring a state of emergency. I am not certain what the issue was, but I was left behind. I have been given administrative duties over this city, so I am doing my best to continue serving in that role while the master attends to other urgent matters.”

    The one talking to them, they were informed, was an elder lich. And in addition to that, he mentioned he was created by the sorcerer king himself. Vandaleu was suddenly thankful he had not decided to bring Luciliano along on this trip, he could imagine how interested he would be by this individual and the fact he was created by another undead. Not only that, the fact that it seemed he was sane before he was exposed to Vandaleu’s guidance was another thing that was quite significant.

    At any rate, they were left wondering what they should be doing at this point. If they had left because of some emergency, perhaps the best course of action would be to find an Inn in town or something and wait for the Sorcerer King to return after he had finished attending to whatever crisis situation he was dealing with? Just as they were about to leave though, there was another voice deeper in the building.

    “AINZ SAMAAAAA!!!” A clear voice of a young girl rang out from deeper inside the building.

    “Who is that?” Vandaleu asked the elder lich who was still in front of them.

    “Ah, that would be Shalltear sama. She is one of the floor guardians of Nazarick, one of the highest rank servants of our lord the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown. It seems as though she has gotten the destination wrong and came here by mistake. I should go inform her that the order to rally was to go to the throne room in the underground tomb and not here.” The elder lich helpfully informed them.

    “Ah, I will leave you to that then.” Van said. Just as he was about to turn and leave however the voice of that girl, Shalltear, grew much closer.

    “Ainz Sama! Where are you?” Her voice was heard from right out in the hall, and in that moment they came face to face. “Oooooh! Who are youuuu!?” What they saw was a lovely young girl who looked to be around 14 years of age dressed in a deep red dress in the Victorian style. The most striking characteristic about her however was her platinum blond hair and the deep crimson eyes. In their own world, those crimson eyes signified a vampire. Was it the same in this world?

    The willful girl ran right passed the elder lich and immediately took Vandaleu into a possessive embrace. “Ohhh! What a sweet tender looking child, and you have such a powerful scent surrounding you! Huh?” She was now holding Vandaleu by the shoulders a good foot off the ground, she had lifted him up and was holding him at arm’s length as she suddenly began to scrutinize his face very carefully. “Different colored eyes? This is not my first time seeing that, but, isn’t one eye the crimson of vampires? What is the meaning of this?”

    “Ah, so I take it then this is your first time seeing a damphir? I am the biologically born child of a vampire and a dark elf.” Vandaleu informs her.

    “Ooohhh??? How interesting.” She says, calmly placing him on the ground and getting a huge caniving looking smile on her face. “So, that means you are not attached to a vampire parent then. So then, would you like to become mine?”

    “I think I have heard enough of that!” An elf girl who looks to be almost exactly the same age as the vampire girl in front of him steps out from the sub-space and appears directly between the two, directing a very harsh glare at this boisterous newcomer. This elf girl was Gufadgarn, the evil god of labyrinths who always followed directly behind Van. She had taken the form of a young elf girl due to a misunderstanding, and now followed him around with that appearance everywhere, although most of the time she was invisible and hid in the subspace behind him due to her mastery over space magic. “To think! Talking about making the great Vandaleu Sama your own possession! I can think of no greater insult! You have clearly gone too far.”

    “Ooohhh? I only recognize one existence as the greatest. Everything else is mine to do with as I please so long as it does not displease Ainz Sama!”

    “That’s enough!” Vandaleu inturrupts the two of them. “If you would like to fight, we have a rule for that in our group. You may have it out for five minutes. You may not use any special abilities or magic. If you can agree to those rules, we will continue to listen to what you have to say.” These were actually rules for fighting among friends in the Vidal empire, but since he had heard this girl was an important servant to the Sorcerer King who he presently did not consider his enemy and wanted to have a good relationship with he was regarding her with the same rules as a friend.

    “Hmm… Interesting! That’s fine, I will agree to these rules. I do not need magic or abilities to stomp a little elf girl like you flat!”

    “Gufadgarn is a god of laberynths though you know? You really shouldn’t underestimate her.” Vandaleu informed her.

    “WHAT!? This little girl!?”

    “Oh-hooo! Are you becoming scared now? I cannot quite bring out my full strength in this vessel, but it is still large enough that I can access quite a bit of power even like this.”

    “Wow! I don’t think I have ever seen Gufadgarn like this!” Saria comments in astonishment.

    “Of course! This child is not one of the great Vandaleu Sama’s friends or associates, and she even had the nerve to talk about taking him like a possession! She is not deserving of the normal courtesy I direct to everyone else. Don’t worry, I will not permanently maim her since she does seem to be the associate of someone Vandaleu wishes for a positive relationship with, but I will make sure she knows her place before we are through today!”

    “Well then, I suggest we take this outside of town. It is likely for the surroundings to be damaged by such a battle.” Vandaleu makes this suggestion while looking to both of the girls.

    “Hmph! Well then, shall I take you all outside of town then?” Shalltear offers. With a wave of her hand, a deep red portal opens in the middle of the hallway. “This portal leads to a field where we should be able to go all out against each other.”

    “That will not be needed. I will take Vandaleu Sama to our destination. I have already grasped the coordinates of where that portal leads. Well then, Vandaleu Sama, shall we?” At these words, Gufadgarn bows to Vandaleu and gestures toward a door. It is not the front door, but one of the doors leading to a room off of the hall way where they currently are.

    “I’ll go tell daddy what’s going on.” Rita offers and then leaves for the front door.

    “Well then,” Saria says, moving for the door Gufadgarn just gestured to and opening it, taking up position on the opposite side from Gufadgarn. With a shrug of the shoulders, Van looks at Shalltear and raises his hands in a gesture to say “it can’t be helped.” Indeed, it may have been better to accept the hospitality of their host and use Shalltear’s space magic to get to their destination, but given the situation he had almost no choice but to use Gufadgarn’s. Oh well, they should calm down after they fight.

    Vandaleu walked through the door which had him come out in a field some distance from any civilization. Not only would nothing be damaged, but it’s unlikely anyone would even be able to see the battle going on here. Saria was quick to follow him, and then the portal closed and then Gufadgarn teleported by a different means on her own. At that moment, they were looking to a similar blood-red ovoid portal a short distance from them and Shalltear was quick to appear from it with a regal and confident look on her face.

    Vandaleu quickly used golem creation to create a 5 minute hour glass which he passed to Saria.

    “Well then, to repeat the rules from earlier, you will not be allowed to use any magic or special abilities. You will have five minutes. After five minutes, if no victor is decided, the fight will end regardless. Begin!” And, at those words, Saria flipped the hour glass and Gufadgarn and Shalltear launched themselves at each other.

    Vandaleu immediately began preparing a picnic blanket as soon as the fighting began, and Sam arrived quite quickly with Rita aboard. Rita was already prepared with snacks she had taken from the back of the carriage and got out to join in the preparations. Once everything was prepared, Sam who had gained some skill with long distance control managed to get his human projection to get down off the carriage and join them on the picnic blanket and they enjoyed the finger sandwiches prepared as they watched the fight.

    “Well, this is certainly developing in an unexpected direction isn’t it Bochan?” Rita says as she places tea bags inside of a small tea pot that has already had the water heated up with her fire magic.

    “Indeed, however I am actually somewhat concerned. This Shalltear seemed to be carefree enough to start all this, but is it really alright?” Vandaleu voiced his concerns.

    “That’s right, didn’t that nice elder lich say that there was some kind of emergency they were supposed to be dealing with? We are holding up an important servant of the Sorcerer King right now with all of this nonsense.” Saria responds.

    “Well,” Sam says, joining in on the conversation, “if she is the type to suddenly pick a fight out of nowhere, the Sorcerer King is probably used to this sort of delay. We will just explain the situation if they ask about it.”

    “Hmm… perhaps I should offer to somehow make up for the situation of holding her up.” Vandaleu considers. At about this time, the form of a rapidly flying Gufadgarn approaches the hill where they are sitting. However, when she is just about to run into them, a dark mist immediately cancels her momentum and then vanishes, allowing her to fall safely to the ground.

    “Hey! That’s cheating isn’t it!?” Shalltear angrily yells at her.

    “That was Vandaleu Sama’s inertia barrier. I did not cast the spell. If you don’t like it, simply do not hit me in this direction! Sorry about that Vandaleu Sama.” With those words, she launches herself back toward Shalltear and the fight continues. The combat is actually quite evenly matched.

    “Urr! You are a lot better than I thought!” Shalltear barks out.

    “You as well, I believe you may even be more powerful than the pure breed vampires who serve Vida.”

    “Of course! That’s because I am a true ancestor!”

    “Oh! A true ancestor huh? Well then, I will have to be more considerate not to damage you too much so as not to make your vampiric children sad. Once you have properly learned your lesson we will call that good enough.”

    “Vampiric children? I don’t have any actually.”

    “Oh? You have yet to create any pure breed vampires? Well, I must admit you are a rather strange case. I do not know about the circumstances, but wouldn’t the one responsible for your birth have wanted you to start your own vampiric line?”

    “Peroroncino Sama!? But, the only duty she ever assigned to me was to guard the top three floors of Nazarick! No! I don’t! She would have said something if she wanted that!”

    “I have been told that there is no parent who does not want to see their own grandchildren born. I do not know this Peroroncino who is your parent, but perhapse if you were to ask her.”

    At these words, Shalltear turns a face full of tears toward Gufadgarn. “I can’t ask her anymore!” She cries and throws a punch full of frustration and emotion, but not much power toward Gufadgarn. Gufadgarn receives that punch with one hand and then places her other gently on Shalltear’s shoulder.

    “I see… So that’s how it is, is it? I cannot say anything except I’m sorry.”

    Somehow, the fight had turned into a counseling session. Gufadgarn seemed very uncomfortable with this role, but somehow she had gained Shalltear’s trust. They awkwardly began to explain their situations to one another. Shalltear explained how they were created by 41 creator gods, but 40 of them had gone missing and now they all despirately served the one who remained behind who was also the same one they called the Sorcerer King. Gufadgarn in turn explained how Vida, the goddess of love, had given birth to several new races, but the children who were the ancestors of every race, including the true ancestor of the vampires, were killed by Bellwood and Alda’s forces, and how for 100,000 years until Vandaleu had shown up and lead a counter-offensive against Alda’s forces, the children of Vida were persecuted and genocided by Alda and his followers.

    “Vandaleu is the reincarnation of Zakkart sama, the one who was the greatest champion chosen by Vida herself. Zakkart was also the father of the Vampire race, but his child also was slain by Alda’s and Bellwood’s forces. Because of this, I consider the Vampire race to be very precious. You have the power to be the ancestor to an entire new race of Vampires in this world. I am certain this would make your mother proud.”

    “Yes.. Yes! You are right!” Shalltear agrees with new life in her eyes.

    “I will warn you though, you cannot have Vandaleu Sama as your child. I am not certain it would work anyway, he has drank the blood of several pure blood vampires and given his blood to them as well. None of them caused any transformation in him. Rather, even the pure bloods had their race change into abyssal vampires. Although he is a Dampir, his blood is actually superior to that of a true ancestor. If anything, it is you who should become Vandaleu Sama’s child.”

    “What!? I could never!”

    “Indeed,” Vandaleu agrees, having come down from the hill to join them. “That might be considered rude to the Sorcerer King if I were to suddenly take one of his subordinates like that.” The time had gone well past 5 minutes by this point, but he had been giving them some space since it seemed this conversation was important.

    “Yes! I could never do something like that! I would never abandon Ainz Sama!”

    “Anyway,” Vandaleu continues. “We were just going to meet the Sorcerer King, but we were told he had left to deal with some kind of emergency.”

    “Oh! I will take you to him then! You cannot enter Nazarick without a special ring to disable the teleportation dampening effect, but my gate spell is the one exception.” Shaltear had regained herself in a big way after this long emotional conversation, and now she seemed quite energetic. She quickly scooped up Vandaleu in her arms and opened another one of her portals. In short order, she then walked straight through it and seemed to have forgotten to leave enough time for the rest to follow behind.
    In the throne room of the great underground tomb of Nazarick, a rather chaotic situation was unfolding. At this moment, when the Demon King Vandaleu was brought into the throne room so nonchalantly by Shaltear, there was nobody who really knew exactly what they should be doing.

    In the case of Albedo, as a demon herself, she could instinctively sense the frightening and overwhelming power of the demon lord. She had often basked in the overpowering aura of her master, the great Momonga. He insisted on going by the name Ainz Ooal Gown after the name of the guild since the rest of the creators abandoned them, but he was always only Momonga sama to her. He was the one she loved dearly, and until this moment she had felt his presence was truly supreme and nothing could possibly ever be more powerful and overwhelming than him.

    Although, though she hated herself for admitting it, the overwhelming aura of her lord was absolutely nothing before the frightening and oppressive air of the lord of demons who allowed himself to be carried limply like a doll in Shaltear’s arms. She was surprised though, the demon lord looked like nothing more than a little girl, and the clothing she wore was nothing impressive either. Certainly nothing that would be befitting of the term “demon lord.” And before she started to move in response to Aura’s words, she could have easily been taken for a large doll. However, there was no mistaking that frightening aura that was like the very physical incarnation of death itself. A force that could bring certain death to even immortal beings such as demons.

    ‘Damn that Shaltear! How could she be so careless as to fall to the Demon Lord’s control?’ She cursed in her mind for the harsh betrayal of Shaltear bringing the enemy straight to the heart of the tomb of Nazarack right as everyone had gathered together. She had to do something. She did not have her full combat gear at this moment, she was not expecting to suddenly be thrust into a battle situation at a time like this. However, if she were to leave to go get her equipment at a time like this it would be leaving her lord in danger. This was bad. This was very very bad.

    Demiurge too was in a similar situation of unrest to Albedo. In his case though, he couldn’t help but bitterly admire how quickly and expertly this demon lord had played them all for fools. Simply by entering the city the demon lord had let their presence be known to Albedo who immediately alerted Ainz. Meanwhile, they had demonstrated their power by even charming the undead. An impossible move that could only easily be detected and understood by the likes of their lord Ainz, who appropriately acted quickly and retreated from the scene.

    Demiurge did not know how the demon lord had gotten their hands on Shaltear and placed her under their control, maybe Shaltear was charmed before this attack even began. Then, an appropriate amount of time was given for all the power figures in Nazarack to be gathered in one place, at which time the demon lord had Shaltear, a trusted face, bring the enemy in like a Trojan horse strategy. It was brilliant, and this checkmate was achieved in just barely over an hour. They were truly defeated by the demon lord’s fiendish cunning and intelligence, such an expertly performed plan, and such an aggressive yet subtle strategy. If Demiurge were not on the receiving end of it and it were not a plan directed at his lord, he would likely break down in tears over such beauty. However, he could not afford to get lost in such a thing in this dire time.

    “Umm… excuse me.” This voice came from Mare, Aura’s twin brother who was nervously approaching the demon lord Vandaleu still being held by Shaltear. “Umm, you’re a boy, right?”

    “Yes, why do you ask? Actually, now come to think of it, people often tend to think I’m a girl if they mention my gender at all.” The demon lord responded as such while jumping down out of Shaltear’s arms.

    “Ah, well… I… I mean, I am too…” Mare responds, becoming incredibly bashful as he furiously blushes.

    “Ah, I see. By the way, are you two dark elves?”

    “Ah! Yes!” Mare responds nervously.

    “Haha! Yeah!” Aura follows up sounding rather proud.

    “Ah, I have never really gotten to meet any other dark elves even close to my age, how old are you anyway.”

    “Wait! You’re a dark elf!?” Aura responds, getting into the demon lord’s face without a care or even seeming to realize who it was that was standing in front of her.

    “Yes, although I understand the confusion. You see, I am a damphir. My father was a vampire but my mother was a dark elf. It seems my father had a strong influence on the color of my skin which is pale like this.”

    ‘Heh, what is this now?’ Demiurge begrudgingly thought. ‘Is he trying to charm the kids now?’ It looks like he’s got us again. We are forced into a state of paralysis because if we make any hostile moves he will fight back against us with force. Demiurge did not fancy their chances in a battle of force on force as it was. This demon lord, or rather demon king now as Mare had established the demon lord is a male despite the appearances, had the confidence to infiltrate their stronghold on his own. There is no way he doesn’t have the strength to back up that confidence. And if that wasn’t enough, Demiurge could also feel from the Demon King’s aura that these tactics were no mere bluff. However, the Demon King had already proven that some form of charm magic was his strong suit, and the longer they waited without taking action the more time he had to work that magic on them. If they did not do something quickly, Aura and Mare would be lost to them the same as Shaltear.

    “Oh my, what an adorable sight. It seems Shaltear has brought a wonderful friend for the twins to get along with.” Demiurge felt as though every drop of blood in his veins had frozen solid when he heard those words spoken. The reason for that is that those words were spoken by his master from behind him. No, it couldn’t be. The target of the Demon King’s charm attack was not the twins, he had already worked it on their lord himself. Lord Ainz had already fallen under the Demon King’s control.

    Demiurge caught the eyes of Cocutus and Sebas who were standing a short distance away to either side. It looked as though they could understand the situation. They needed some kind of plan to minimize the damage from here. First step, they needed to find some kind of distraction that would allow them to get their master out of this. Also, if at all possible, they had to rescue the twins. If the primary target was their lord Ainz, maybe the twins had not felt the full effects of the charm just yet.

    Cocutus and Sebas both nodded to him and Albedo, and then they began walking forward. Honestly, he was grateful, and this was also likely the best course of action too. Cocutus was an insectoid ice elemental warrior, and Sebas was a dragon transformed into human form. Since neither one of them were demons, they were not under the direct influence of the Demon King’s commanding aura. This would mean it would be his and Albedo’s role to take advantage of the opening they would create in order to get Ainz sama out of here.

    Cocutus stepped up between Mare and the Demon King as he pushed Mare back with one hand. “Please. Step. Back.” He says.

    “Huh? Wh… what’s going on?”

    “Ah..hem!” Sebas loudly clears his throat and steps forward down the middle of the room toward the Demon King, his foot steps audibly echoing off the walls of the great throne room with every step. In this manner, he successfully manages to attract the Demon King’s attention. Once he is a few steps behind Aura, just enough distance to act in her defense if the need arises but not so close as to be taken as a threatening stance, he stops and gives a deep courtly bow as a proper butler greeting an important guest. “Greetings great demon lord, you said your name was Vandaleu correct? I would like to welcome you to the great underground tomb of Nazarack. I would like to ask to what we owe the honor of your visit here.”

    “What!? This kid’s the Demon Lord everyone was afraid of?” The dark elf twins were obviously quite surprised about this revelation. Aura gave a rather pronounced reaction. Mare also seemed somewhat surprised, but he seemed to adapt a lot quicker and seemed to get properly on his guard behind Cocutus and ready to take up a support role should the need arise. However, they were not the only ones to express surprise over this.

    ‘Eh? He’s the demon lord? No, there’s got to be some mistake.’ the poor mind of Suzuki Saturo, the mere middle aged gamer who was stuck in the body of the Overlord Ainz Ooal Gown thought to himself. He felt he should probably say something to clear up what obviously had to be a mistake of some sort, but what would happen if they were actually right? His subordinates were often a lot smarter than he was. Maybe in this situation he should just let them handle it, but no matter how he looked at it it looked like some innocent little kid was just dragged into Nazarick and suddenly started getting accused of being the demon lord without basis. If things did go wrong, the poor kid might even get killed for no reason. He didn’t really want to see that happen. He looked like he would be a very good play mate for the twins. Oh well, maybe he would see how it goes and he would intervene if it looked like things were starting to go in a bad direction.

    “What!? Demon Lord!? Now what’s all this about!?” Shaltear also seemed to have a rather strong reaction to this information. Cocutus, Sebas, Demiurge, and Albedo all had complicated expressions in response to this. They were expecting her to be completely brainwashed and under the Demon Lord’s control. For her to react like this, this added a whole slew of complications and possible considerations into the mix. Was she really not under his control? He was clearly quite cunning, it was entirely possible he had left her without fully brainwashing her just to force them to attempt to save her, thus endangering themselves in the process. However, it was also possible she was fully under his control and he had ordered her to act in this way. There was no way of knowing, and nobody knew quite how to act.

    ‘Oh! Yes! Way to go Shaltear!’ Suzuki Saturo silently cheered in his mind. Maybe now this would be properly cleared up.

    “Yes, I suppose that title fits me, although I am not particularly fond of it. Some oppressive gods in the world I came from placed that title on me at one point, and I have been troubled by it ever since. I am not particularly fond of it, and frankly it gives me nothing but trouble, but I have come to accept it.” Vandaleu gave his thoughts openly on his status as the demon lord.

    ‘Eeh? So he really is the demon lord?’
    Thanks to a timely intervention by his emotion canceling, Ainz began to think calmly through this situation. When he stopped to think about it, he realized Demiurge and Albedo have been rather stiff for a while now. He supposed it was kinda careless of him to have not realized that. After all, it seems they are the most sensitive to detect the aura of the demon lord or whatever it is.

    Now then, about this demon lord. Just what is he exactly? He is clearly something significant. Nothing at all like anything that has existed in this world. Is he actually from Ygdrassil then? Perhaps demon lord was some unknown ultimate job title. However, he said he was a dark elf damphir. He was uncertain a complicated and specific race like that was even an option in Ygdrassil. Then, pherhapse was he!?

    Ainz realized he had to consider the worst case scenario. It may even be possible that he was not a player at all, but in fact a raid boss that somehow managed to get transported to this world. If the NPCs of Nazarick were given their own consciousness and transported along with him, what’s to say the same wouldn’t be true for a raid boss? It was doubtful he was as powerful as the world eater, the final boss of the game, but he had never heard of a raid boss called the demon lord. Could it be possible he was some kind of unreleased content that was scrapped due to the failing popularity of the game? If that was the case, it was entirely possible there was some kind of gimick to him that made him every bit if not more challenging that the world eater even if his absolute stats were not as high.

    This was bad. This was very bad. If the worst case scenario was true, then even if they threw every resource in Nazarick against him, even if the entire guild was still together and present, it’s entirely possible they couldn’t beat him. He had already demonstrated he could charm even undead, that may be only the beginning of his power. Confrontation needed to be avoided at all cost.

    “Well then,” Ainz heard Sebas’ voice again. “I ask you again great demon lord, what business do you have here in our Nazarick.”

    No! Not good! Don’t go taking that kind of confrontational tone! “Enough Sebas!” Ainz stood and began walking forward. He wasn’t sure if this idea would work, it was probably crazy, but he knew he had to find some way, any way to avoid this turning into a full scale combat. He brushed passed Albedo and Demiurge who were standing in defensive positions in front of him, and he walked right around Sebas as he stepped out of the way with doubtful eyes, and then finally he dropped to one knee in front of the demon lord. It was not a substantive pose as though he was kneeling to the demon lord. Rather, because the demon lord had the appearance of a mere child he was taking a knee to be on eye level with him, a sign of an adult getting on the child’s level to be respectful and considerate, and then he delivered a gentle smile as best he could.

    “You said your name was Vandaleu correct?” He asks.

    “Yes, that’s right.” The demon lord responds in a monotone that Ainz would have likely found creepy from anyone else. From him however it actually seemed oddly endearing. Now that he got this close, Ainz was sure this tactic would work for sure. This child demon lord really did not seem like the type who would fight them if they made it clear they had no intention to attack first.

    “Well, I apologize for my subordinate’s harsh tone earlier. You see, we were all a little on edge because, you see, my two subordinates up there are demons and they felt your power and were a little frightened by it. Plus, that little stunt you pulled in town where you charmed all my death nights was also a little unsettling.”

    “Ah, yes. I apologize for that. You see, it was actually not on purpose. The undead just seem to be naturally drawn toward me. It is an ability I have which I have no control over. I ordered them to go about their business as usual, but it seems it still caused a disturbance. For that, I apologize.” At these words, the demon lord gave a proper bow at the hips. Ainz felt an uneasy sense about that bow for a moment, but he didn’t quite know what to make of it.

    “Hmmm… yes, well… it is a bit of an inconvenience, but I am glad we could clear that up without any sort of major incident. But more importantly, you said this ability affects all undead?” This was a somewhat disturbing thought. That would also mean that Shaltear, wait, maybe even he himself was under the influence of this charm. He did not feel like he was charmed, but then he couldn’t completely dismiss the notion either once he considered the close personal interaction he was having right this moment.

    “Yes, well, sometimes exceptionally strong undead who preserve their own ego even after death are able to resist the effects. However, any and all normal undead will be under the effect of this charm often before I even get the chance to get within visual range of them. By the time I interact with them they are already under the effects of my death attribute charm.”

    It seemed as though there was a collective sigh of relief that was breathed around the throne room. Were the floor guardians having the same thoughts he just was? That’s bad. He can’t be seen as a weak leader.

    “Ahem! Yes!” With a swish of his robe, Ainz stood up and turned his back on the demon lord in order to look at his subordinates behind him. “Well then, I hope this clears up any doubts you may have had.”

    “Ah! I… I am deeply sorry Ainz sama!” Demiurge cried “I should have never doubted you for a second! To think I had such disrespectful thoughts about my lord to have thought he would have actually fallen to the demon king’s passively released charm skill. I do not deserve to be called your servant!”

    “Oh Ainz Sama!” Albedo yells “I.. I never doubted you for a second! Oh my! How wonderful you are Ainz Sama! To think you can just so casually stand in front of the demon lord and even casually turn your back to him without concern like that!” Albedo began trembling. As to what it was that was making her tremble in this way, that was anybody’s guess.

    “Wait! Demon lord!? Charming undead? Somebody please explain all this to me!” Shaltear began to get angry.

    “Vandaleu Sama! I apologize it took me so long to break the seal and find my way back to your side. I’m sorry, was now a bad time?”

    Everyone immediately turned back around upon hearing this voice, and suddenly a large number of new people were standing behind the demon lord. First they identified the likely source of the voice who just spoke, a young elf girl who looked a little older than the demon lord. Actually, she looked to be almost exactly the same age as Shaltear, but far more simply dressed in the style of elven women. However, their attention was quickly drawn away from this girl by the sights of those farther behind her. There were several more individuals who appeared to be subordinates of the demon lord, 9 in total, 10 if you counted the elf who arrived with them. In other words, in terms of numbers, Ainz and the floor guardians were flat out outnumbered. Including Ainz, their side had 8 members. The demon lord’s side however had 11 if the demon lord himself was counted.

    A cold chill ran through Ainz’ body. Could this be the gimick of the demon lord raid fight? 11 powerful enemies in a single raid? If they managed to get gargantuar, victim, and Rubido here, it would be Nazarick that had the lead by 1 member, but Ainz somehow got the sense that only Rubido would be able to effectively go one on one against any of these powerful foes before them.

    Their eyes quickly caught on the two standing closest behind the elf girl and interacting like guards to the demon lord. It was impossible to miss. They were dressed in maid outfits. In other words, combat maids. Ainz was hit with a sudden twinge at the sense of the familiarity. However, it was entirely likely just one of the demon lord’s combat maids could take on all 6 of the peadies at once. This was not something that was proven out in actual combat, but they just somehow got that sense.

    Behind them was, for some strange reason, an entire 3 horse carriage. It looked like a perfectly normal carriage, if not somewhat fancy like the kind a noble might ride in, but there was some kind of powerful sense of bloodlust that could be felt from the coachman who drove the carriage.

    Of the remaining 6 new arrivals, not a single one of them had feet that were touching the ground, and all of them seemed semi-transparent. There was a large woman who seemed to be made of deep blood red fire, an octopus woman who seemed to be made of flowing blood, a red man covered in sparkling black lightning, two noblely dressed men, one of whom seemed to shimmer oddly. But, most notably of all, there was a large mass of writhing ghostly bodies coiling around one another. A mass of contorted souls that almost filled the great throne room. Hundreds of ghosts that were all pressed together into a single entity.

    Ainz was not certain about any of his own subordinates, but he could clearly sense the power of the individuals behind the demon king. All except for the elf girl anyway. The reason for that was, with the exception of the elf girl, every single one of them was an undead, but he could not recognize a singe one of them from Ygdrassil. In other words, each and every one of them was a unique undead. He could feel the effects of his undead blessing being triggered on them, and he got a sense that, with the exception of the two nobly dressed men, each and every one of them were more powerful even than an advanced undead. More than that, he had Shaltear as a reference to compare them to. Shaltear was the most balanced of Nazarack’s floor guardians, and could likely best any one of the other floor guardians in single combat. He was certain that aside from those two men among the ghosts, each and every one of the demon lord’s undead subordinates were more powerful than Shaltear.

    Indeed, an 11 boss raid of this level would surely quickly become a legendary quality raid if anyone had ever encountered it, and with enemies this varied there were certainly a large variety of attacks and tactics they could use that would disrupt players tactics. Those two weaker ghosts likely had some form of nasty specialized based on disruption, they were likely the ones meant to be targeted first so there was some sense of fairness so a person challenging the raid could get a lead-in on the others, that charriot would likely charge and disrupt the rear-line support fighters, while that large ghost made up of coiled bodies was likely the tank that was meant to agro players by making itself impossible to ignore as it moved around and disrupted the front-line fighters. Some of the others also appeared to be elemental based attackers, but the combat maids were hard to get a proper read on. The same goes for the elf girl.

    Not only that, apparently one of the demon lord’s abilities were the ability to charm undead. This meant necromancers such as him were at a particular disadvantage in this fight. It’s entirely possible the admins actually made this fight specifically to be impossible to the guild Ainz Ooal Gown beings they were dominating the server so much at the time they would have been designing this raid.

    “Ahem, well, I just have to say I am quite glad none of my subordinates acted foolishly toward you Vandaleu.” Ainz said, this time looking down on the demon lord with the dignity of a ruler. It just seemed right in this case where the demon lord was in front of his subordinates. “I do not doubt your ability to fight on your own, but it would have been especially unfavorable for us I believe if these subordinates arrived in the middle of some scuffle between us.”

    “Yes, that would have not been very good. It was not our intention at all to instigate some attack. Well, it might have gone that direction if we had not liked what we saw in the city you govern, but the people I saw on the streets looked quite happy with your rule and the spirits I talked to all had good things to say about you.”

    “Ah, yes, I’m glad.” Ainz responded. However, he was hit with a bit of a sense of incongruity. For being a demon lord, this child seemed awfully magnanimous. You would think someone with that title would be more fearsome, and certainly not have a mind-set to punish oppressors of humans, but then he also said he was troubled by his title of “demon lord.” If this was a raid meant to be punishing to their guild, could he have been given that kind of settings? More importantly, how would a Ygdrassil NPC have gotten to this world independently anyway? For that matter, he wasn’t entirely sure how he got here either, so it was hard to tell anything about this demon lord.

    “Speaking of spirits, the ones here in this place are rather strange” Vandaleu said. “It’s weird. I have encountered spirits stripped of their personality before, but the ones here seem different even from that somehow, almost as though they are artificial.”

    “Eh? What’s that?” Ainz asks in confusion.

    “It really is strange” Vandaleu continues to muse as he places his hand on his chin and begins to look off like he is somewhat bothered by this. “Would you happen to know anything about this Mr. Sorcerer King? Err… that is a little bit of a strange thing to keep calling you. May I call you Ainz? That seems to be what they all were calling you.”

    “Ah, yes. Umm…” Now the sense of incongruity was even stronger. Of course the spirits in Nazarick would probably feel artificial compared to this world, they were created by the game, same as the NPCs of Nazarick which became real people. But then… how would an NPC form Ygdrassil be able to tell the difference and even be bothered by the artificial spirits? Unless…

    A sudden realization hit Ainz, and this realization caused his emotion suppression to kick in immediately. “umm… Vandaleu, before I try to answer your question, I have a question I have to ask first. Are you at all familiar with Ygdrassil?”

    “Hmm… yes. In Norse mythology, that was the name of the world tree, and its leaves produced the worlds or something of the sort. I’m not too familiar with how it was supposed to go. Since you are asking this question, I take that to mean you are also from Earth originally then, but I don’t really understand why you would make that your test question for that subject.”

    “Hnnn that!!! Oh my god!!!” Ainz’s emotion suppression activated dozens of times in succession. However, it did little good as his excitement simply returned in less than a second after it was suppressed every time. “I… I gotta talk about something with you!” Ainz just barely had the presence of mind to say something for the sake of the eyes of the floor guardians watching behind him. “Please! Come with me!” With these words, Ainz grabbed Vandaleu’s hand and activated the ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, allowing him to teleport together with Vandaleu to his overly plush room now lacking in a bed and a desk since they had been moved to the manor in Erantel.
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  6. FussyBadger

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    It seems a new chapter was released.

    Do only the angels know that there are multiple circles? Did they not pass that information on to the reincarnators?


    Hijacking my old comments again for more fanfiction.

    Vandaleu was quite happy when he was brought by Shaltear to see the Sorcerer King. He had already concluded that the Sorcerer King was a good guy based on what he had seen in the town, and when he got to the king’s throne room the first thing he saw were two dark elf children coming up to meet Shaltear. They both appeared to be a little older than him, around 13 in human years. He had just recently turned 30 in this body, but due to his being a dark elf damphir he still looked like a 10 year old human. Although, he would look 11 by now if he were a normal dark elf. Going by his understanding, these dark elf children ought to be around 60 or 70. That may not be considered close to his age by human standards, but according to the dark elf way of thinking that would actually place them very close to his own age.

    However, when he was trying to talk to them since they seemed rather friendly and the way they were getting along with Shaltear reminded him of his friends, one of them were told by a giant ice-insect type humanoid to step back and got between the two of them. Another one, a strong butler-like old man, came up behind the other dark elf and gave a bow toward him.

    “Ah..hem! Greetings great demon lord, you said your name was Vandaleu correct? I would like to welcome you to the great underground tomb of Nazarack. I would like to ask to what we owe the honor of your visit here.” The butler asks him.

    “What!? This kid’s the Demon Lord everyone was afraid of?” One of the two dark elves, Aura he remembered their name was, said. He knew the other one whos name he didn’t hear was a boy, but he was not going to make any assumptions in regards to Aura.

    “What!? Demon Lord!? Now what’s all this about!?” Shaltear shouted. Well, it seemed like some of them knew about his demon king title somehow. He looked to the back of the room where two people who looked like they might be demons were trembling and standing between him and the Sorcerer King.

    ‘I see.’ He muttered under his breath, likely too quiet for most of them to pick up. Well, the best way through this would likely be to just explain things straightforward. “Yes, I suppose that title fits me, although I am not particularly fond of it. Some oppressive gods in the world I came from placed that title on me at one point, and I have been troubled by it ever since. I am not particularly fond of it, and frankly it gives me nothing but trouble, but I have come to accept it.”

    Well, that should at least clear it up enough for the people who are confused.

    “Well then, I ask you again great demon lord, what business do you have here in our Nazarick.” The butler-like man continued to push on this subject.

    “I heard some disturbing rumors about the local city of Erantel being taken over by undead who oppressed the living. I had to see for myself if they were true. I was quite happy to see from the town that they were not true, and so now my purpose is merely to meet and talk with the Sorcerer King.”

    “Hmm… well then,” the butler-like man said. “That sounds reasonable, however, before you can talk to my lord I would like for you to release him and Shaltear from the effects of your charm.”

    “What!? Charm! You must be going senile Sebas! I mean, yeah, this kid is absolutely adorable and I wanted to ask Ainz if I could keep him and all that, but I am certainly not charmed by this wonderful little guy! Well, maybe a little… I mean.. there is just something so wonderful about him! I just want to eat him all up!” Shaltear had a euphoric expression on her face that somewhat reminded him of Islay. He was used to this kind of reaction from female vampires, so he concluded it was normal.

    “What are you talking about you bimbo vampire! That’s totally being charmed!” The dark elf, Aura, yelled at Shaltear.

    “Well, even if I am Charmed, I am still 100% loyal to Ainz sama, so what’s the difference?”

    “Really? If Ainz sama told you to attack this kid right now, would you do it?”

    “Oh, there’s no way Ainz sama would ever order such a horrible thing! This kid is just too wonderful! Ainz sama will completely agree!”

    Aura bit back her words with a painful look, and then she started glaring over at Vandaleu. It looked like this might be a problem. “I am afraid I do not know how to release the undead who fall under my charm from its effects. I have never had a situation where I have had to before.”

    “I see… well then, I am quite afraid I can think of only one other method that may release them from the effects.” The butler-guy says and then holds up his fists in a fighting stance. After this, Aura gets down into a crouched stance and pulls out a whip from her belt, and Aura’s brother whimpers a bit but he readies a staff. The ice insect humanoid in front of him then readies a battle axe he had been carrying in 2 of his 4 arms since the beginning.

    “Ainz Samaaaaa!” Shaltear immediately yells and goes flying toward the Sorcerer King and the two demons. As she goes charging forward, the female demon steps up in the way and, with a furious smack with her hand, drives Shaltear’s head into the floor.

    “Hehe! I’m sorry Shaltear, but I can’t let you get near Ainz sama in your current state!” She says.

    “Get off you fat cow!” Shaltear bites back and throws off the female demon. “Ainz sama! Make them stop this!”

    “Shaltear….” The Sorcerer King says in a pained sounding voice. “I want to stop them, but…”

    “Well,” the male demon says. “It looks like Ainz sama is resisting the charm’s effects somewhat. I’m glad for that at least. Shaltear, you should try to snap out of it as well!”

    “Ahh… I…”

    Well, it appears as though the chance at a peaceful resolution is out in this case. The 4 up front had cast half an eye over to what was going on behind them, but their eyes returned to him after this exchange. “Well then,” the buttler-guy says. “Unfortunately in this instance, for the sake of our master I am going to have to ask you to please die.” As soon as those words are spoken, the entire floor of the great throne room vanishes, causing everyone in there to be caught off guard and fall into a pit that had suddenly opened up. Everyone except for Vandaleu that is, who had cast the non-attribute spell flight immediately before the floor disappeared. He had noticed as he was searching for options to combat these opponents that this throne room was inside of a dungeon. He also noticed that his dungeon master skill gave him more than the normal amount of control over this dungeon than he would have over a dungeon in Lamba. Included in this was the ability to remove the floor as he just had, something he could not have done at all in Lamba.

    Just a couple of seconds after the floor had vanished, Vandaleu restored it to the exact state it was in before. Meanwhile, he also created a large cave as the new ceiling of the space everyone else had fallen into. He felt a little bad about dumping Shaltear and the Sorcerer King down there as well, but he reasoned that the rest of them would be angry if he kept those two close to him while separating them from the rest and it would just lead to more misunderstandings, so he decided to send them down there with the rest.

    “Hmm… I didn’t expect my dungeon creator skill to have such a profound effect in this world. I thought about making a pitfall trap, but instead it wound up creating an entire extra floor of the dungeon below this one.” Vandaleu mused aloud to no-one in particular. He had grown used to having his friends at his side at all times, so it was unusual for him to be by himself like this.

    Almost as soon as Van had finished his words, the sound of rocks breaking could be heard and the floor beneath his feet shook violently and then completely shattered. As the ground broke apart 4 figures of an ice-insect humanoid, a dragon-humanoid wearing fancy looking pants, and 2 dark elf children all jumped up out of the cracks.

    “Oh no! I destroyed the throne room!” The skirt-wearing male dark elf twin said.

    “That’s quite alright! Simply focus on the foe in front of you!” The dragon-humanoid responds in the same smooth voice Van recognized from when he was an old man.

    “That. Is. Right. You. Can. Worry. About. Such. Things. Later.” Despite the cautions of both the dragon-man and the insect-man, the dark-elf boy still raises his staff and restores the floor to its previous state. Unlike Van’s fix though, the large red carpet that had run through the center came up horribly mangled. The dark elf boy seemed to look fairly uneasy about this. Cocutus shook his head at this, a move rather uncharacteristic of a warrior of his standing facing down a powerful enemy over a move such as this, and he let out a groan looking a little uneasy.

    “What is it Cocutus?” Sebas asked him, now fully on guard.

    “Something. Smells. Incredibly. Good.” He responds. “This. Smell. Is. Incredibly. Distracting.”

    Sebas’ furrows his eyebrows, or rather his scaled eye-ridges, at this response. “Well, I suppose there has been something of a different smell since we got up here, but I wouldn’t quite describe it as incredibly pleasant as you are saying.”

    “No, I think I know what’s going on.” Aura cuts in. “This is probably some kind of insect pheromone.”

    “That is correct.” Vandaleu responds. “I should also inform you, I have an ability called insect binding. It gives me a similar attraction effect toward insects as I get toward undead, although it is slightly different and this is the first time I have ever used it on an intelligent insect. At any rate, I can also bind insects inside of my body. Pheromones such as this can be used to enhance the charm effect.”

    “What!? Insects too!?” Aura cried out with a cringe on her face. This was quite understandable. Just by being in the room and not having taken any combat action yet, Van had already disabled 5 of their 8 members. Well, actually it was 6 at this point, but he would allow them to figure that one out in the heat of combat if they were still insistent upon coming at him under these conditions.

    “Cocutus…” Sebas directed a serious look toward his companion.

    Cocutus shook his head again, attempting to shake off the effects of the combined effects of the pheromone and the insect binding abilities on him. “I. Know. I. Shall. Be. Cautious.”

    “M.. maybe you should hold back this time.” Mare suggested.

    “You should just hold the line for Mare while he supports us with his spells.” Sebas declares. “Aura and I shall take the front line in this fight!”

    “Very. Well. In. This. Case. That. Might. Be. A. Wise. Decision.”

    “Just to be sure,” Sebas says, directing a sharp glare toward Van, “I am feeling a certain intense charisma from you as well. You wouldn’t happen to also have some ability specific to dragons, would you?”

    “I possess the ‘Dragon Emperor’ and ‘Scale Emperor’ titles, which give me the authority to rule all scaled creatures, dragons in particular. However, the effect is not quite as strong as it is with undead and insects.” Vandaleu says in answer to his question.

    “However, there is nothing like that absurd ability you just described to absorb an insect such as Cocutus inside of your body?”

    “I could still do so to anyone who has a parasitic insect that has burrowed under their skin. However, no, I do not have such an ability specific to reptiles or dragons.” Vandaleu did not correct the misconception the other side seemed to have about him absorbing insects. He had properly used the term ‘binding,’ but they seem to have misinterpreted it as some form of absorption. So long as it kept that ice guy with the giant halberd on guard and at a distance, he would have more leeway to subdue them without killing, so this kind of misconception worked out for him.

    “Well then, I would like to thank you for being so frank and informing us of your abilities and their nature before our battle. I apologize, but for the sake of my master I will have to destroy you now.” Sebas announced and brought up the scaly fists of his half-dragon form just as he would in his human butler form. Despite his now bulky and lizard-like form, all of his movements still held a perfect elegance and grace of a trained butler of Nazarack.

    “Alright Mare! I’m counting on you to support me and Sebas!” Aura yelled to her brother behind her while never taking her eye off of the threat in front of her.

    “R.. Right!” Mare yelled back and then raised his staff. “Protection! A… huh..?” Mare had a thorough look of confusion when he cast his spell but it didn’t go off.

    “Tsk!” Sebas clicked his tongue.

    “Yes, I also have the ability to nullify all magic cast by a select target, or all harmful magic directed toward me.” Vandaleu informed them of what was going on.

    “I suppose it doesn’t matter. We shall do our duty regardless.” Sebas responded. Aura on the other hand looked as though she was rather shaken. She was even hyperventilating a little.

    “M.. Mare?” She said in a voice that was rather uncharacteristic of her. While she was shaken, it wasn’t actually to such an extent. The hyperventilating was a cover as she prepared her special status-affliction breath-attack. This change in demeanor was also part of the same cover. She let out a deep breath at the end of her performance directing a puff of purple mist toward Vandaleu possessing the effect of paralyzing poison. Immediately after this, she jumped high in the air and lashed out at the demon lord with her whip at the same time as Sebas went out toward him at a dash.

    Vandaleu noticed the odd colored cloud that had come from Aura’s mouth and was coming toward him, but his danger-sense death showed no reaction at all toward it, not even an incredibly weak one that would indicate it could lower his chances or even create an opening in this battle, so he decided to ignore it. Meanwhile, the whip flying at him was stopped unnaturally in mid air and froze next to his head, causing such a great deal of confusion for Aura as she saw this happen that it made her stop her assault and simply land as she looked on with confusion as the end of her whip was still hovering in mid-air next to Vandaleu’s head. The body of the whip still seemed to obey the laws of physics and had fallen to the floor, but the end of it was still doing nothing but hovering there.

    “Huh? My whip!” Aura’s voice broke in her confusion. In the time it took her mind to catch up to this turn of events, Sebas had already closed the distance on the unmoving Vandaleu and threw a powerful punch, but this only resulted in his hand meeting a very strange resistance. No, it can’t even really be described as a resistance. It was as though all the force he threw behind his fist was suddenly gone. His arm strained as he tried to push it forward, and then he found that he was also unable to pull his arm back.

    “That is my inertia barrier,” Vandaleu announced. “It absorbs momentum, and it is actually a lot more effective against strong opponents such as yourselves. A weak person would only graze the surface of the barrier, and then they would be able to pull their sword back out. However, an exceptionally strong person can easily bury their weapon so deep inside the barrier that they are also unable to pull their weapon back out.”

    Sebas had a real look of horror on his face at these words as he realized his situation. As an un-armed fighter, this made him the absolute worst person to go up against an absurd skill like this. His weapons were his fist. If it were Cocutus and he had buried a weapon into this barrier, all he would have to do is let go of his weapon and he would at least be free. However, in his case, his fist was now stuck. With a serious look of resolve on his face, Sebas straightened his free hand into a knife-hand, and then with a furious blow he struck his own shoulder, severing his trapped arm and then leaping back away as he clutched the bloody socket.

    Aura was still trying to pull her whip back from Vandaleu’s barrier at this point. However, when Van reached up and grabbed the end of the whip and pulled with such force that it began dragging her toward him, she immediately let go.

    “This is not good. He has not even launched any actual attacks yet and it already feels as though we have been met with a crushing defeat.” Sebas stated as he tightly gripped the socket that once held his now missing shoulder.

    “He’s really strong! He didn’t even look like he was trying to pull all that hard, but it felt like I would go flying if I hadn’t let go of my whip!”

    As Sebas and Aura were rattled, Cocutus stepped forward and stood between the two of them and Vandaleu. “Cocutus?” Sebas responds to the large warrior’s actions.

    “I. Must. Say. I. Can. See. No. Road. To. Victory. At. This. Point.”

    “Vandaleu Sama!” At that moment, Gifandgarn managed to appear right behind him, and soon after that Sam was able to come in as well, and from his carriage Rita and Saria jumped out.

    “Is there an enemy!?” Rita shouted. Soon after this, Levia, Orbia, Kimberly, the light and space attribute ghosts who were formerly members Ternicia’s 5 hounds, and Jane Doe all materialized as well.

    “Van, what’s going on?” Levia asked.

    “Please calm down, there was something of a misunderstanding and they thought they had to protect themselves from me. I would prefer not to kill them if at all possible.” Vandaleu told them.

    The four who had come up, upon seeing the already hopeless battle had turned even more against them hung their heads in defeat.

    “Well, if that’s the way it is, I suppose we may have no other choice but to surrender.” Sebas decides and straightens himself up as he transforms back into his human butler form, righting himself and presenting himself with dignity despite the fact that he was still missing an arm and his injury was still open and bloody.

    “Well, that’s good to hear.” Van announces as he picks up Sebas’ torn off arm and immediately casts preservation on it. He then begins carrying the severed arm over to its owner. “Here, allow me to reattach this for you.”

    “Uhh? Ahh…!” Sebas consents and then kneels down on the floor to be at the appropriate level for Van to do as he said. Van places the severed arm back against its socket and uses his spirit form transformation to extend his spirit into Sebas and share his ultra-speed regeneration. The muscles and tendons begin knitting back together and the arm is fully reattached within mere seconds. Almost the instant the skin finishes mending, Van pulls out a needle and produces thread from the Demon King’s thread gland, died black with the demon king’s ink sack, and he begins sewing up the torn edges of the butler uniform at high speeds. In almost no time at all, Sebas’ suit is fully mended as though the fact his arm was torn off a moment ago was a lie.

    Sebas begins to test his hand out and moves his arm and he quickly seems satisfied. “Healing magic as well, and every single spell you cast was without a chant. I do not believe I have ever felt so completely outmatched. In fact, you defeated the majority of us before the battle even began.” Sebas had a dark look on his face as he assessed Vandaleu’s strength.

    “Indeed. Had. He. Wanted. To. Combat. Us. Seriously. I. Believe. He. Would. Easily. Have. Been. Able. To. Cut. Us. All. Down. Completely. On. His. Own.” Cocutus declared. “He. Possesses. Abilities. Which. In. One. Way. Or. Another. Are. A. Weakness. To. All. The. Floor. Guardians. And. Even. Our. Lord. Ainz Ooal Gown. Himself. It. Seemed. As. Though. You. And. Aura. Were. An. Exception. But. It. Was. Only. That. The. Weaknesses. Of. Yours. That. He. Was. Able. To. Exploit. Were. Not. Of. The. Sort. That. Would. Render. You. Incapable. Of. Combat. Before. The. Fight. Started.”

    “But what about Ainz Sama!?” Aura yells.

    “Yes, indeed. Our combat was to attempt to eliminate the one controlling our lord. With our complete defeat, perhaps this means all of Nazarack has now fallen under the Demon Lord’s control.” Sebas concludes.

    “So, are you saying we’re all his servants now!?” Aura says with an objecting tone.

    “I will say it again, all I came here to do was to meet and talk with the Sorcerer king in order to figure out whether or not the rumors of Erantel being ruled by fear were true. Since they do not seem to be true, I have no further intention of interfering with you or controlling you. It is true that the Sorcerer King might have fallen under the effects of my death attribute charm, but this should not significantly affect his personality or cause him to become enslaved to me. In the case of superior intelligent undead, it only means they will take a liking to me and think of me in a positive light. He still possesses his own mind and is fully capable of objecting to things I say, and I will make no attempt to control you or the Sorcerer King.”

    Since it seemed related to the confusion that lead to this battle, Vandaleu felt he had to clearly and precisely state his intentions and how his death attribute charm worked.

    “Hmm… well, if things are as you say that they are, then I deeply thank your lordship for your magnanimance.” Sebas says, giving the same proper bow as he did when he first approached him. However, unlike the first time where he was approaching with the air of being on guard, this time his shoulders were more relaxed as though he was relieved.

    As all of this was going on, Aura was eyeing her whip which is laying on the floor currently below the cluster of attribute ghosts that came in to Van’s aid as they hover in the air behind where Van had stood stationary for the entire duration of the battle. Although she wants to retrieve it, she has decided not to as she is nervous about what the Demon Lord’s reinforcements will do. She is not certain of their strength, but since the Demon Lord in front of her seems to be stronger than her lord Ainz, she feels she has to assume his servants are each stronger than her.

    “Umm…” Mare, who was standing quietly in the back during this entire exchange spoke up. “So, does this mean you are friendly then?”

    “I do not wish to harm any of you, so long as you do not attack or do harm to any of my friends I believe it would be possible for us to be friends as well.” Vandaleu says, turning to respond to Mare who gives a shy smile and steps forward uneasily.

    “So, umm… is what you said before true? Are you really a dark elf?” Mare casts suspicious eyes up and down Van’s body, taking in his deathly-pale white skin.

    “Indeed. I am a Damphir who had a vampire father and a dark elf mother. In this case, my skin took after that of my father. However, in my world, it can be told rather plainly that I am descended from a dark elf parent due to my purple eye. A damphir always has one red eye, and one eye that is the color of their non-vampiric parent. In the world I am from, dark elves all have purple eyes, a trait unique to their race. So, indeed I am a dark elf, but it may be slightly different from the dark elf species of this world.”

    And, like that, Nazarack’s confrontation with the demon king Vandaleu came to an end.

    Demiurge was quite shocked to feel himself suddenly falling as the floor vanished. It all happened so fast and so suddenly he did not even have time to right himself. Just as Sebas spoke his challenge to the terrifying Demon King, he found himself along with all the other Nazarack guardians falling.

    Of course, this wasn’t enough to really bother a single one of them between their high dexterity stats and tough durrability. While they may not have had the time or chance to prepare with any flight methods, every single last one of them were able to land on their feet at the bottom of the pit, including Albedo and Shaltear who were wrestling with one another on the ground before the floor vanished.

    After this, they all found themselves looking up at a scene of the already high ceiling of Nazarack’s great throne room having grown much higher still than it was before, and below the area where the floor used to be there was now a rough transition from the polished marble pillars and fine-cut smooth walls to suddenly having the rough stone walls of a cave. And, right in the precise spot in space where he was standing before, the Demon King was hovering there in the air making it quite obvious he was the one who had somehow caused this.

    Demiurge had no idea what kind of methods he used, but the mere fact he was the only one who didn’t fall made it quite obvious. Of course, who else would even have the ability to make such a thing happen in an instant without obvious cause? Mare could likely make the same thing happen with earthquake magic, but there was nothing like that kind of shaking or any other form of warning when this happened. It just… happened. The floor was there, and then not even a millisecond later it was gone. It simply vanished in an instant without a single bit of forewarning, or a single sign of the Demon King preparing a spell.

    After this, almost as suddenly as the floor had disappeared, the rough roof of a large cavernous cave appeared above all of them.

    “Is everyone alright?” Sebas turned to ask.

    “Of course I’m fine now that I have this fat cow off of me!” Shaltear barked. Demiurge found this kind of attitude disgraceful, more because she was taking this kind of attitude when she had fallen to the Demon King’s charm than anything to do with how she was behaving. Of course, her behavior was about the same as it always was, and that was how her creator set it to be. It was not his place to question the supreme beings who created the guardians of Nazarick. However, for her to still be taking this attitude when she is under the effects of charm…

    “You go on Sebas, Albedo and I shall protect our master and Shaltear.” Demiurge declared.

    Sebas gives a nod and then looks over to Mare. That look is all it takes to relay the message, and Mare raises his staff and the ceiling breaks apart. Rocks and debris come falling down onto them, but the guardians of Nazarick are easily able to defend against just this much. Demiurge transforms into his full demon form and uses his body to shield his master. Due to just how large his full demon form is, he also happens to incidentally protect Albedo and Shaltear as well. It is not really that he thinks any of them need protection against mere rocks, but it would be a shame for their lord Ainz to get too much extra dust from those rocks on his fine robes.

    “Mare! Watch what you’re doing! You’re getting dust all over Ainz Sama!” Albedo yells out, apparently having a similar thought process to him but taking it to unreasonable levels. They do not have the leeway to worry about methods against this foe, she ought to realize that. Truthfully, even if it is 4 on 1, Demiurge is still not certain they can win. At any other time, he would consider such thoughts to be rude to their creators, the 41 supreme beings. However, this was the Demon King they were talking about. A supreme existence to all demon kind that he was made to acknowledge to the core of his being. While demons do not truly owe their allegiance to anyone, except in cases like this where he and Albedo have their loyalty pledged to Nazarack, all demons instinctively understand the supremacy of the Demon King and tremble in fear and awe at his mere presence.

    “Oh no! I destroyed the throne room!”

    “That’s quite alright! Simply focus on the foe in front of you!”

    “That. Is. Right. You. Can. Worry. About. Such. Things. Later.”

    Upon destroying the roof of the cave they were in and then jumping up, Mare was fretting about the damage he had caused above. Meanwhile, Sebas and Cocutus were telling him to focus on the enemy. However, it ultimately turned out that, as a guardian of Nazarick, he was unable to ignore such a thing as the damage his earthquake had caused to the throne room and he used his magic to restore the floor exactly as it was, leaving Demiurge once again in a cave with Albedo, Shaltear, and most importantly his master Ainz.

    “Heh, well, that may have actually been the best choice in the end.” Demiurge muttered as he reverted to his humanoid form. Indeed, if their objective was to defeat the demon king, splitting their group like this is the worst possible decision. However, if their objective is to protect their lord Ainz… oh no…

    “What is wrong Demiurge, you look pale.” His lord Ainz said.

    “What!? Ugh! We have to get out of here at once my lord! I just realized, we have already fallen right into the demon lord’s hands. We must get you to a more secure location and fast.”

    “What are you getting so uptight about!? That kid said he was just here to follow up on a rumor he heard.” Shaltear objected. “Besides, what devious plan are you supposing we have fallen into anyway!?”

    “Shaltear! You are still under the effects of charm! Your opinion on this matter doesn’t count.” Albedo bites back at her.

    “Hmm… well, I feel like I want to agree with Shaltear, but that is likely the effect of the charm as well. At any rate, I agree we should move fast. Everyone, please wear these.” With these words, his lord pulled out five rings from his dimensional space. He handed one ring to Albedo, and two to each of himself and Shaltear. Demiurge immediately recognized one of those rings was the ring of Ainz Ooal Gown. A ring to allow free teleportation throughout the tomb which normally inhibited teleportation below the level of Shaltear’s gate spell. The second seemed to have some form of protection effect on it. That was the one that was passed to Albedo, since she already had her own ring of Ainz Ooal Gown.

    “Ainz Sama, are we going to the treasury!?” Albedo asks after seeing the ring she was handed and slipping it on her finger. It was a ring of poison protection. It was necessary to protect against the poisonous gas released in the first room of the treasury. Furthermore, the treasury was a location within Nazarick that could only be reached by teleportation. In other words, without the ring, the treasury was unreachable.

    “I see…” Demiurge mutters. “Yes, that IS the most secure location in the entirety of Nazarick. If there is anyplace that would be secure…”

    “We are not going there to hide.” His master announces. “We will recruit the aid of Pandora’s Actor, and we will acquire the most powerful gear in the treasury we can on short notice. We are going to fight!”

    “What!?” Demiurge’s blood ran cold at this announcement. “Well, yes of course!” Of course, of course! What was he thinking!? The Demon Lord was an obvious threat to Nazarick, and this was a very fast moving crisis. Nazarick was at war!


    There were few times when Suzuki Saturou felt he had disappeared, and that the one in control was 100% the true lord of the great underground tomb of Nazarick. Those times were always situations of crisis such as this one. This was not one of those little schemes of dealing with the humans and Demiurge’s world domination plot, this was a raid. This was PVP. This was the stuff that Suzuki Saturo had specialized in. These were the times he could shine as the true Ainz Ooal Gown.

    He still had some doubts about this whole thing, but he dismissed them off as the effects of the demon lord’s charm spell. He had never been charmed before, so he wouldn’t really know the difference between this and a normal charm. All he knew was that he was grateful he seemed to still have control over himself. On the other hand, he might need to take special considerations into account. It would not be funny at all if he did all his battle preparations in order to save his friends’ children, the guardians of Nazarick, only to fall under the full effects of charm upon returning and wind up attacking them instead.

    Well, he would just have to take it into consideration. This was definitely a very bad spot they were in. More and more he was starting to feel they were in a situation beyond the worst case scenario. He was convinced by this point. This had to be some kind of secret raid boss the game makers had placed into the game but was never implemented. As for why it was not implemented, well, judging by what little they had seen of his abilities so far it was quite likely that this raid boss was horribly unbalanced against demihuman players like those in this guild and could likely only be defeated by human players. With the top guild on the server being an all demihuman guild, this would likely have made them think twice about implementing it. However, not only did this unimplemented raid boss somehow come to this world, it was also sentient like one of the Nazarick NPCs and had somehow found its way here!

    Before this, Ainz’s worst fear, the thing he had thought would be the greatest possible threat to him, was another player like him who had wound up in this world as well. Never in his wildest imaginings could he have pictured a situation like this.

    “Pandora’s Actor!” Ainz called out upon entering the treasury without slowing down.

    “Mine Father!” the dopple ganger, Pandora’s Actor, responded as he stood up in his usual manner full of exaggerated movements. Normally Ainz would have been annoyed at this. All of the NPCs in Nazarick had their excesses and their quirky behaviors, but none of them irritated Ainz the same way as the excessive behaviors of Pandora’s Actor. The reason for this is simple. All the other NPCs were created by his friends in the guild. However, Pandora’s Actor was created by Suzuki Saturo himself. Those hammy voices and over-exaggerated gestures, every last thing about him was a testament to his younger days when he thought those things were cool, and he felt ashamed of it. This was why he did not utilize Pandora’s Actor to his full potential and he was stuck here as the guardian of the treasury. Right now, however, this was no time to be held back by a silly thing like shame.

    “No time right now. We have an emergency situation. Demiurge, explain the situation to Pandora’s Actor. Also, remove your ring of Ainz Ooal Gown and give it to Albedo. Shaltear, you do the same.” Ainz ordered quickly.

    “What!?” Albedo protested. “Ahh… Ainz sama! Are you saying I have to stay here!?” Indeed, the room they were about to go into had a security measure. If anyone were to enter with a ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, they would immediately be attacked by the golems in there. The rooms up until now only contained the common trash loot, it was the rooms back beyond this that held the real top-tier equipment.

    As for Albedo’s reaction, he really did not have the time for this. “Albedo, there is a reason I need you to stay behind. It is because we have to move quickly, and we will be discussing strategy on the move. You are the only person I trust to be able to catch up quickly even if you do not hear everything we are going to say while we are gathering equipment. I am having you stay behind because you are the only one I can trust with this role.”

    “Ahhh! Ainz Sama! You trust me!? You trust me that much!? I… I understand. It is painful to be trusted and counted on so much, but I shall do my best for you Ainz Sama! I am the woman you can always depend on to be waiting for you guarding your back! And then, when it’s all over…” Albedo’s face was turning red and beginning to look quite lewd as she began to hyperventalate and rub her thighs together.

    “Ahh… A… Albedo! This is no time for that! Time is of the essence!” Ainz says, shoving his ring into Albedo’s hand.

    “Y…Yes! Of course Ainz Sama! Ohhhh…. hooo… hooo!” Albedo responds, for some reason looking even more fired up after this scolding. Seeing this, Ainz decides it is probably best to simply turn around and pretend he didn’t see that reaction.

    After this, Demiurge quickly fills Pandora’s Actor in on the situation.

    “Ahh… I see! So, you are saying that you need me to add to your ranks in glorious battle against the king of demons! Very well! Fighting by mine Father’s side, we shall blitkreig this foe and drive him back from our lands! The time has finally come for me to take the stage beside mine Father! I shall not let a single one of you down!”

    “Be serious Pandora’s Actor! This is not a foe to be taken lightly. In fact, we should likely act under the assumption this opponent was tailor made specifically to defeat us!” Ainz snapped at Pandora’s Actor for becoming too overly dramatic.

    “Ah! I understand mine Father! I can see it all in how hurried your actions have become. This is no ordinary foe. And thus, this is the reason you have come to call on me! I understand. We do not know yet what this enemy can do, and therefore you need someone who can adapt to any situation.”

    “Yes, that is correct. I leave it to your discretion to choose any equipment for yourself that you think will benefit you given this situation. That includes the equipment here.”

    “Yes mine Father!”

    “Now then, Demiurge! I want you to explain for Shaltear and Pandora’s actor what you think the Demon Lord’s plan may be to the best of your ability and what his likely next moves are.” This was the real reason Ainz had wanted this particular group to be here and why he wanted Albedo to stay behind. Really, he actually wanted it explained to him what Demiurge had said he had realized before. For that, he needed Shaltear to be present. He also needed Demiurge to do the explaining, and there was no way he could justify leaving Pandora’s Actor behind given he had to be quickly caught up on the situation and explaining after they got out would take up too much time.

    “Hmm… his plan. I honestly cannot fathom what his plan might be, but considering he seems to have a truly exceptional talent with charm and domination abilities, it very well may be his modus opperandi to simply find powerful individuals and make them his minions. It is truly a skill that speaks to the power of one who has the title of demon lord, one who rules over demons. In fact, it was likely good that the four of us retreated at the beginning of this battle. If we had stayed in the throne room to do battle, it is entirely likely Shaltear, Albedo, Myself, and even you Ainz Sama may have been taken completely under his control and made to fight Sebas, Cocutus and the twins.”

    “Hmm… I cannot deny your assessment Demiurge. Although, he did declare that his charm did not have as large an effect on high level undead, and that it was merely a passive ability that was always active. Whether that is a ruse or not, I can’t say for sure. What I do know is that, even now, I am filled with nothing but a positive opinions about that kid, and I feel that in any other circumstances I would like to invite him to stay here in Nazarick for as long as he would like. The only reason I did not stop you all from fighting him is because I am still able to tell myself that the only reason I feel that way is because of the effects of his charm ability.”

    “Heh… What a truly fearsome foe this demon lord is to even have such a powerful influence on our great lord.” Demiurge had a large pained grimace on his face as he thought about this. “However, it gets even worse from here. I would normally be certain my lord would have caught onto this immediately, but right now I might actually have to point it out to you that we are truly in a great deal of trouble. It seems the demon lord’s ability to control and dominate extends even to the hall of Nazarick itself!”

    “What do you mean by… Oh!” Ainz responds and then freezes in place as he realizes what Demiurge was referring to.

    “Yes, indeed. The manner in which he removed the floor of the great hall while the fight was beginning. I am aware that my lord has some supper tier magic that would be capable of producing a similar effect, but in this case there was no light or time activation to the effect. It just… happened, exactly when he wanted it to.”

    “Shit!” Ainz throws a powerful punch at the wall of the treasure room. “He has somehow managed to gain administrative control over the tomb!”

    “What!? What does that mean!?” Shaltear asks, looking up at Demiurge for the first time. Up until now, she had had a stricken look on her face as she was horrified by how she could be charmed yet again, and at this point she did not trust herself enough as she could similarly feel a very strong draw toward and longing for the kid she had so foolishly brought into the throne room, but it sounded like something important was being talked about now and she had to know what Demiurge and her lord were so upset about.

    “It means… at this point, we have to assume the entire tomb of Nazarick, the structure of the tomb itself and all of its defenses that are not sentient creatures created by the 41 supreme beings, have become our enemy. All of the golems, all of the traps, all of the environmental damage effects. They are all under the Demon lord’s control now.”

    This situation simply grew worse and worse. How could the demon lord have the ability to control Nazarick? Demiurge’s explanation really was the only thing that made any sense at all, but even that was hard to believe. He had not even used a settings window to manipulate the room as he did.

    Given such a truly dire situation, Ainz would have normally liked to go over his preparations quite thoroughly and consider every possible variable. However, as things were, he could no longer afford to do that at all. If the demon lord controlled the tomb itself, that meant that they would no longer even have the option of reviving one of the floor guardians if they died to the demon lord. This meant he had to get back there as fast as he possibly could in order to save them.

    Thanks to all of this, he had been very hasty in his preparations, and after readying himself he quickly grabbed gear for Albedo and ran back out to the main hall of the treasury. He yelled his urgency at her, and then when she was done quickly gearing up they went straight back to the doors in front of the great hall where the Pleadies were waiting. They did not ask the combat maids for aid in this combat however. Instead, Ainz issued them an order to evacuate all denizens of Nazarack from the lower two floors. From there, after having to order them very explicitly and precisely to cut past their objections, he burst through the doors.

    Upon arriving, the group was immediately met with a shock, which was quickly followed by utter despair. What they had expected to see was a fierce battle. They had even prepared themselves for the idea that the four floor guardians who had stayed would be on the loosing end of that struggle. Perhaps in the worst case one or two may even be dead or dying. They saw none of that. What they saw instead, obstructing their vision of the demon lord or anything closer to the front of the throne room, was a vision of a large highly ornate carriage that had somehow appeared in the middle of the space, and around that carriage they could see several individuals, none of whom they recognized.

    “Tsk!” Demiurge clicked his tongue upon seeing this. “Well, looks like he may have lowered the teleportation inhibition after he gained control of the dungeon. We can probably assume these are his allies.”

    There were several individuals around the carriage, but most notably was the blood-red ghostly entities floating around it. In addition, there seemed to be what looked quite distinctly like a maid holding a large pole-arm visible from around the side of the carriage. Thanks to the Pleadies, the denizens of Nazarick were quite used to the idea of combat maids. However, Ainz was somewhat surprised to see the idea implemented by someone else. Considering it was a servant of the demon lord, that would mean it was one of the game devs who created this combat maid.

    Most surprising though was what Ainz was able to sense through the effects of his undead blessing. As an Overlord, he had a passive ability to bolster all nearby undead. Unfortunately, it even worked on hostile undead. A side benefit he had gotten thanks to being in this new world though and no longer being Suzuki Saturo controlling his character from behind a screen was that he could sense when his undead blessing had activated, and even get a rough idea of the relative power of the undead that was subject to his blessing. What this ability was telling him now was that almost the entirety of the Demon Lord’s subordinates were undead. That wasn’t all, they were incredibly powerful.

    “They’re all undead.” Ainz told them. “Also, using Shaltear as a benchmark, I would say every single one of them have at least half again as much power as she does.”

    “WHAT!? How is that even possible!? Shaltear is level 100!!!” Albedo objected. In actuality though, Shaltear being level 100 is not even the start of how powerful she is. The majority of Nazarick’s guardians were designed mostly with role-playing in mind rather than focusing on raw power and abilities. However, Shaltear was an exception. The one who had designed Shaltear was the guild’s most prominent power-gamer, and he had designed Shaltear to make maximum use of all the tricks and exploits to give her the most powerful build of all of Nazarick’s guardians. In other words, she was the most powerful combatant here, and every single one of those undead that were in front of them were stronger than her. Not only that, they were outnumbered.

    They were probably supposed to be the mid-bosses in the dungeon leading up to the demon lord. In other words, every single one of them have the power of a raid boss Vs. this group made up of individuals with the power of mere players. How could this possibly get any more unfair?

    “Ainz Sama!” In that moment, all of them heard a voice that at least gave them a small breath of relief. Next thing they knew, they saw a small agile body of a dark elf hurl itself over the large carriage, doing several flips and turns in the air, before landing on the other side. “Ainz sama! Don’t fight them! It’s Ok!” Aura immediately started shouting as soon as she landed, still running toward them.

    “Damn it! He got Aura too!?” Albedo cursed.

    “So, it wasn’t limited to undead after all.” Demiurge mused in a dark tone.

    “That’s it! It’s time to turn the tables here! I’ll show him he’s not the only one who can use charm effects!” Shaltear yelled angrily as she rushed forward.

    “Shaltear!” Ainz shouted after her. There was no way this was going to work! These are raid-boss level undead! First of all, as undead they ought to be immune to mind effects. Well, normally they would be immune anyway. On top of that though, as raid-boss level creatures they ought to also have an additional level of status immunity. At best, it will do nothing and simply have placed her in an open and vulnerable position away from the group, and in a delicate situation like this even a small mistake like that can cost lives. That was not even close to the worst case though.

    Shaltear did not heed the warning. She simply proceeded three more steps and then activated her eyes of domination. At the exact same time, the demon lord appeared on the other side of the coach and met her gaze. After this, Shaltear’s shoulders slumped and relaxed into a defeated stance.

    “Shaltear!?” Aura stopped in concern for Shaltear when she saw this. However, the gothic-loli dressed vampire girl did not move or respond in any way.

    “Shaltear, stop doing foolish things like this.” The demon lord said.

    “Yes, sorry about that Van.” She responds, and then begins casually walking toward the crowd of the demon lord’s subordinates.

    “Shaltear!” Albedo shouts. This was not entirely unexpected. In fact, this was exactly the worst case scenario they were well aware could happen when they went into this. Shaltear had already proven herself to be the weakest to the effects of the demon lord’s charm. So, although it wasn’t exactly a surprise that this happened, it was something that made an already impossible situation even more impossible.

    “You should all stop too.” The demon lord said, looking straight at them.

    “D.. Damn you! We will not succumb to your manipulation! Release our companions at once!” Albedo barked at him despite clearly trembling in fear. At around this time, they could see the other three guardians who had stayed behind casually walking around the side of the carriage, along with… the demon lord!? “Wh… what!?” Albedo was surprised enough to be snapped out of her furry by this bizarre sight.

    “No way!” Demiurge said, his face going white as a sheet.

    “There are two of him!” Ainz voiced the thing that had all of them so stunned.

    “Yes,” the demon lord said in the same flat tone he had used since he arrived. “I have an ability called spirit manipulation, and long distance control. This, combined with high-speed thought processing and parallel thoughts, allows me to produce a fairly large number of copies of my spirit. If I combine this with materialization to make my spirit copies become corporeal, it is just as good as there being several more of me. It is very handy in getting a lot done very fast.” As he was talking, several more copies of himself began materializing. It also quickly became evident that the copies were surrounding them.

    “H… hey! You… you’re not going to hurt them, are you?” Mare asked in concern as he tugged on the arm of what they presumed was the main physical body of the demon lord.

    “That depends entirely on them. I would prefer to do this without anyone having to fight at all, but don’t worry, even if they do wind up dying I can just bring them back as undead, although I would prefer not even to have that happen since becoming an undead tends to lower the abilities they had while alive and the spirit is also usually not the same and often greatly diminished.”

    “Vandaleu Sama, would you like for myself or any of us to assist you?” A young elf girl who looked to be around the same human equivalent age as Shaltear asked.

    “Thank you Gufadgarn, just do what you usually do. I shouldn’t need help from anyone else.”

    “Ainz sama! Don’t fight them!” Aura yelled after having heard all of what they were saying.

    “Keh!” Ainz made a sound of frustration as he tried to go over his options. All of his wide area of effect spells were not likely to work. It was clear that this opponent was of the same death-magic related build as he was. As such, negative burst, the best crowd control option he had, was not likely to do anything.

    “I have to concur with miss Aura.” Sebas interjected, distracting Ainz in his thoughts. “This young man has an ability that stops all spellcasting. He used this during our battle with him, and it rendered Mare useless before the battle even started. He was not even able to cast support magic to buff us up.”

    What!? How is that even fair in the slightest!? Doesn’t this make this just about the most broken boss to ever exist!? If he had known about this, he would have cast perfect warrior before coming in here, but now it was too late to even do that! That meant that before even doing a thing they were down to only Albedo and Demiurge. Albedo was really more of a tank. She could agro and protect them against one or two opponents, but not this swarm of copies of the demon lord surrounding them. Meanwhile, Demiurge’s abilities relied mostly on magic and status effects as well. He has more physical combat abilities than Ainz, but it’s still not enough to bring him up to a level where he could be a serious contender in a fight like this even if he took his full demon form.

    Well, there really doesn’t seem to be any other way.

    “I… I understand. We surrender.” Ainz announces collapsing to his knees and, drawing sighs of relief from Aura and Mare. Sebas manages to keep a display his dignity as a butler of Nazarack by maintaining his composure, but he as well as Cocutus who has a very difficult to read expression in the first place do seem to visually relax despite seeming somewhat uncomfortable seeing their master like this.

    “What!? Ainz Sama! You cannot be serious!” Albedo protests.

    “No, this is the only way in this situation. Ainz sama is only doing what is best. If we were to fight now, we would only be completely wiped out.” He says, going down to the ground himself in a prostrate position facing toward the demon lord. “It’s better to surrender ourselves and serve under such a lord even more powerful than our own creator than it is to potentially loose our beloved master to his hands. I would gladly die for Ainz sama. However, in this case, I do not even see a way where sacrificing my life would help Ainz sama to prevail or even escape. In fact, this seems to have been the only way from the start. The demon king has said since the beginning that he did not intend to harm us. It was merely our foolish pride and refusal to recognize his power that got us into this situation.”

    “Tsk!” Albedo expressed her frustration with no more than that unpleasant sound, and then followed suit with Demiurge bowing to the demon lord.

    “Well then, great and magnanimous demon king,” Demiurge continued, keeping his head low. “I deeply apologize for our actions against you and for failing to recognize your great power. We now fully surrender the great tomb of Nazarick and all of its denizens to your command. The very moment you set your sites on it, it was as good as yours, and we were but fools to have denied you such a right to claim it.”

    ‘Wait! What is he saying!?’ Ainz thought to himself, but had no ability to contradict him. Having been defeated, his mind had reverted back to that of being merely Suzuki Saturo, the human otaku currently occupying the body of his game character. ‘Well, maybe that’s what has to happen. He may be right, if it was the demon lord’s intention to take over Nazarick, there really is nothing they can do to stop them. Well, it’s sure going to be weird serving under someone else’ command. But wait! That’s going to mean I am going to have to be the one talking to a superior. How do I keep up the dignity as the ruler of Nazarick while also answering to a superior!? I know how to act with my boss, and I know how to rule Nazarick, but the way I would interact with my boss has none of the dignity of a ruler at all! How does a subordinate ruler interact with a superior!? Maybe I should have studied the nobles in the kingdom instead of the emperor El Nix.’ As he continued to spiral into a panic, Ainz’ emotional suppression activated. It is quite fortunate it did too, otherwise he might have missed what the demon lord said next.

    “Well, it would be kinda troubling if you were to do something like that actually.” The demon lord responded to Demiurge’s excessive surrender. “As I said before, the only reason I came here was just to verify the rumor about the undead ruling this country by fear. If it was true, I might have done something. However, since it is not, I kinda wanted to meet the Sorcerer King and maybe be friends, nothing more. Besides, arranging to take in a country in another world into the Vidal empire would be quite troublesome.”

    “Ehhh!?” The three people on their knees in front of the demon lord cried out at once, the loudest voice among them being Ainz himself.

    ‘Wait! So, what he said at the beginning was actually all there was!? In other words, Demiurge’s read on this situation that he told them in the treasure room was completely wrong!? Well, that’s a relief in several ways, but what did he mean by another world? Perhaps he just arrived here in this world and thinks he should be able to return to Yggdrasil?’

    “Hmmm… Ha-ha.. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Ainz began chuckling, and then breaking out into full laughter as he sprung up back to his feet at the same time as his emotional suppression kicked in once again. He had just shown a rather disgraceful face. Now he had to make up for it by projecting his image to his subordinates while also appealing to this remarkable individual who they had judged so completely wrong. With the charm still in full effect on him, he had already completely forgiven all of the fear and inconveniences created by this situation and instead saw this as the arrival of a very powerful potential ally. He also felt intensely satisfied that apparently his policy of keeping a good public image for Nazarick had so thoroughly saved them from this insurmountable person he would never want to have as a serious foe.

    “Well then, it appears that our Demiurge has insulted you for the second time since coming to our home. Hardly a fitting welcome to our new friend, the Demon Lord Vandaleu.” Ainz said in a large voice for the entire hall to hear. At the same time, all the many copies of the Demon Lord surrounding them, despite their faces not changing in the slightest, somehow had a look of satisfaction and vanished all at once.
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  7. Claus

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    No, Vandalieu has not created any yet, but he can create a new circle that would be separated from the Demon King and Vida. The reincarnation circles are in the area of the gods and are not transmitted to the reincarnators except the Vandalieu.
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    I thought the way you worded it earlier meant he has already created one not that he has the ability to create one. On the reincarnators I was curious on the fact that they don't know about the different circles. I know the angels do but do the ones who are trying to kill van or the ones researching the fragments know?
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  9. NeurogamiPrime

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    Demiurge was always my favorite exalted state in Dungeons: The Dragoning. Essentially a god who creates a divine kingdom where he is essentially invincible, but early on only takes up a space of about 10 feet in radius around himself. I hope that is how Van is becoming. "As long as I believe I am a god, I am a God". I think therefore I am taken to the ultimate level.
  10. Claus

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    On the reincarnated, excluding those who have made angels there are three groups. Those who fear the powers of Vandalieu and fled to the other side of the continent not to get involved with him, which by the way is the largest group so far. Those who chose to fight against Vandalieu at the request of that god of reincarnation. And finally the third party that chose to stay on the side of Vandalieu which consists of three people. And among these three groups the first two disregard of reincarnation circles.
    And there is one more, this one was possessed by the god of clouds and thunder to fill with Vandalieu, who seems to be the next opponent.
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    What do you guys think about the matter of his fragment in Origin? Will someone find out that he is there during the kidnapping?
    Maybe the mother notices something weird later on, like the attackers mentioning a monster that strangely fits the picture of her daughter's 'fantasy friend'.
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    Just wanted to make sure I was understanding things properly thanks. It seems that Hajime and murakami's (spelling?) group are the next opponents for Van but I'll be surprised if Van breaks more than one soul during that fight.

    I think we'll have to wait a few more years for any development on that front. It'll probably be the start of the next big origin storyline is what I personally think. How long do you think Narumi will last in Origin?
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    It seems that this group wants to ally with the god of clouds and thunder against Vandalieu but I think he will not agree, because he wants a battle that makes his blood boil and not save people as Murakami and .co think.
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    I think it'll turn into a three way battle. The group of three will be on the sidelines for the most part but Fitun will try to fight Van one on one refusing their help. My prediction for this fight is that Murakami will try to kill Van before he can eat Fitun's soul thinking that he'll kill hajime as well. The new disciples will probably be matched up against the fire blades while this is happening and the ghoul women plus the monsters inside will be on standby.

    I've had too much time to think about this
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    New Chapter posted.

    Seems like the gods of lambda are having some issues looking inside the mountains.
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    One of them seems to be about the effect of mental invasion, not crazed but rather oriented. I'm looking forward to how this is going to end.
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    His mental invasion can also recruit others and i got the feeling that one of the young gods watching Talosheim might join Vida's faction. Maybe others will also join - Alda's subotdinates do appear to be a rather loose bunch. Maybe Phyton will lose to Van and join him cause he wants to serve the strongest and can fight even tougher battles if he opposes Alda...
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  18. Claus

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    Well, about God being guided with the mental invasion skill, it's almost a fact. I look forward to seeing Alda's reaction when he discovers that two (so far) of the gods he thinks follow him are actually with Vandalieu, the young god and sea goddess he thinks is sleeping. About the god of clouds and thunder I think it will be eaten as soon as I lower the guard, because Vandalieu is very vengeful and the moment he finds out about the blade of the flame that is with this god it will be the moment that God eat will increase level.
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    I agree with you completely on that. Van will let his two disciples take care of the adventurers while he relaxes and eats fitun
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    Another new chapter posted.

    Seems like Juliana's sisters? are going to become new magical girls. Kanako is encroaching more people mentally than Van at this point