Chaldea and Staff: Non-Euclidean geometry (Patreon)

Focalor’s new living conditions, his new life, were wonderful.

For a start — Focalor was alive, and that was the most important thing for… Her.

It was necessary for her to spell out by just how much her new living conditions rock, even if just for mental reasoning. And therefore it was worth listing the positive features of Focalor's life in Chaldea.

First and foremost, other than the fact that she’s alive, is that she wasn’t forced to undergo heinous magical experiments… Okay, an outside observer that knew of her previous appearance might say otherwise. Though taking into account that her previous appearance was of a tentacled made of eyes giant pillar, only a serious pervert would think of her current appearance as a downgrade.

In particular, Focalor was not in her original body at the moment, she was currently in the body of Da Vinci. To be more precise — in a body made by Da Vinci. Which, while not looking like Da Vinci, was one of the alternative bodies of Da Vinci herself. A body which she once considered as one of the possible options as her ‘body’. Ok, maybe she should start at the beginning, since with only that description it made Da Vinci sound like a deranged killer.

Speaking simply, Focalor had acquired a body, a homunculus body created by Da Vinci. The body, as befits Da Vinci’s predilections, was female. A person who would only and could only give up her eccentric love for female beauty in all its aesthetic variations for the sake of her old friends and respected colleagues. And so, as expected, Focalor’s new body was female.

Focalor had mixed emotions about the fact. Focalor, a Demon King, in the past lived in a body that could not be called either female or male, but could only be called an eldritch monster beyond human comprehension. Therefore, living in a body with an appearance that possessed all primary and secondary sexual characteristics was unusual for Focalor.

Not strange and not repulsive mind you, but just unusual. Like a third hand suddenly appearing on a body of a person — if the third hand were a chest, groin, a sensual timbre of voice and face and… Body.

Yes, Focalor was not the greatest master of words — she was a Demon King. Their kind usually used an incredible level of magic and their connection with the King of Kings, not a sublime syllable!

Ha, yes, Focalor’s King… his Former King, ha.

Focalor, even up to this point, not really sure how she would address her ‘former’ King. Of course if she was unlucky enough to meet her former King now… she would ‘die’ in close order.

A strange situation, however, was presented to Focalor now.

After the information that she had possessed were ‘shaken’ out of her, she was left alive. Were she to be ‘killed’, and not in the way Flauros were killed, she would simply return to the King. She did not. Whatever Ainz had done to her had cut her connection with her former King, and without the connection Focalor did not have enough strength even to retain her own existence. Not to mention magic. And so she had entered into a contract with Ainz, in result saving her life. In return, she was to inhabit a body that was completely human and, given that Da Vinci was the creator of this body, of the highest quality.

Considering, however, that Focalor wasn’t exactly ‘trusted’, Da Vinci customized this body before Focalor could use it. At least the things added to the body were supposedly only for security purposes.

A built-in spell that tracked Focalor's whereabouts all the time, transferring her whereabouts straight to the chief and Da Vinci herself. A built-in guarantee of loyalty in the form of a spell that could kill Focalor when she tried to defect to the side of her past patron. Though, for some reason, Da Vinci seemed to have another ulterior motive in making Focalor use this body.

However, not that there was any need for her new patrons to worry about in that part. The King of Kings was not one of the most forgiving personalities and was obviously smart enough not to fall for Focalor's word games. If she even has the chance to try to explain her previous behavior and betrayal.

As already stated, Demon Kings were not the greatest masters of the word, preferring to take a working but direct approach.

Therefore, there’s no need to worry about whether or not Focalor would engage in any suspicious activities, she was not that stupid.

However, not to say that her new patron was too different from her previous one. Yes, he could kill Focalor at any moment with a snap of his fingers. Kinda like the King if she ever annoys him too much actually. Now, while his patron hasn’t killed Focalor, for now. Given that the King of Kings could resurrect Focalor at any moment in time when he killed her, and her new patron has not yet demonstrated his willingness to do the same. In general, in this regard everything turned out to be about the same.

Moreover, what Focalor does in Chaldea also did not differ much from what he usually does in the Temple of the King. That is, most of the time Focalor spent his time in the Temple in inaction. A pastime where, without a direct order from the King, she would be doing all the time. And just as in Chaldea, perhaps because her new patron doesn’t trust her enough yet, she did not have any orders, mostly being left to herself. Within certain reasonable limits, of course. This point also coincided between her patrons.

And, in the same way, in the Temple of the King, Focalor's main pastime during her long downtime was interacting with her brothers. Therefore, as logic follows, interacting with the local inhabitants of Chaldea should also have been her main pastime here.

Surprisingly, it would be a very novel experience for Focalor. Communicating with creatures who were not in a mental connection with Focalor herself, an interaction limited by the speed of pronunciation of words. How unusual this experience would be!

And therefore, having finally gotten a handle on her new form, a disgusting ordeal. Did you know that people needed food and… what horror, to do the reverse process too!? After passing through that challenge, from time to time, Focalor decided to start making contacts with the inhabitants of Chaldea.

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A quite significant number of Servants were currently in Chaldea. Strange creatures, similar to the Demon Kings and very much unlike them. Focalor couldn’t quite grasp what their existence is like, perhaps if she spent more time with them, she will.

Their number exceeded all reasonable and unreasonable limits that a Master could support. According to the now deceased Flauros, Chaldea would use some sort of technology to support the many Servants Chaldea’s masters were to summon. It being a linchpin in Chaldea’s function it would be strange if Flauros didn’t thoroughly sabotage it. So, why are there so many Servants?

According to the knowledge of Focalor herself, one magus could support one, two, maybe three Servants at a time if they were to use human sacrifices or were camped on a leyline. However, considering who Focalor’s new King was, a figure at least equal to her past King, the number of Servants as a fact did not cause Focalor much surprise.

She was more surprised by the number of non-Servants still existing in Chaldea. After Flauros’ incessant proclamation of his success, she assumed that her King's opponent was the only survivor of Flauros’ subterfuge, a plan the King put personal attention to. But even with this information, Focalor could come to terms with and get along with the humans in Chaldea.

The most surprising fact for Focalor was that she couldn't meet a possible colleague for conversation!

No, of course, it doesn’t mean that Chaldea was empty, far from it in fact! From time to time, she noticed the flickering shadows of other Servants and people here and there. But so far she still has not received any opportunity to start a dialogue with them even when she wanted to.

Take Medea for example. A conversation with the legendary witch was in itself a great chance for Focalor. Not only to learn the local order of life, entertainment and possible expectations of her new Master, but also to discuss with her the magic of the modern world. Perhaps she even would be able to learn something that would be new and useful even for the former Demon King.

Finally, after a long time searching, Focalor sensed Medea’s presence together with another person. Rustling through her recent memories, she found who it was. The feeling this person gave of — the chief, Olga-Marie, was strange from the point of view of Focalor. At the very least Focalor had never managed to strike up a dialogue with her even when they met. Anyway, Focalor followed where his senses were leading him to.

Having found the legendary witch in one of the training grounds, opening the door Focalor was met with the most curious picture.

The Chief of Chaldea, Olga-Marie, was diligently studying Medea’s lectures. She would write down in a notebook anything Medea spoke off, Medea’s expertise made the lecture a lecture on magic, naturally.

And it was weird seeing the legendary Witch of Betrayal herself, periodically interrupting her impromptu lecture in order to look over Olga-Marie's notes. And then, more often than not, breathe out a little sigh and re-explained the information she just said with a more accessible language.

Although, Focalor could even admit to herself that the idea of ​​using a Caster Servant, and an outstanding magus and a great witch like Medea as a teacher, was not devoid of logic. Not at all, in a sense it was not just logical, it was even a smart move.

Medea, seeing Focalor by the door, did not deign to even utter a word at the visiting Demon King. She simply sent the former Demon King away with a gesture, not allowing her to interrupt the educational process. Unable to contradict Medea and her decision, Focalor could only obey and leave.

However, if Focalor could still put up with seeing Medea, who for some reason acquired the habits of an experienced teacher in a terrifyingly short time. Or Olga-Marie, who turned out to be a good student even though she was supposed to be the boss of all of them. Then the surreal note her travels around Chaldea would later give her, weirded out even the eldritch being.

For example, how should she feel about Hassan-i-Sabbah, the legendary assassin and leader of the Order of Assassin of his time, taking cooking lessons from Archer, the unknown hero of humanity?

Archer, by the way, cooked excellently. Focalor in the past had managed to ascertain of fact with her own experience. Mysteriously enough, Hassan of the Cursed Hand, apparently, was a fairly capable student of the culinary art. Sensitive enough tongue to be a good cook and quick-witted enough to grasp the lessons of cooking on the fly.

How should Focalor feel about this? The first time she saw this, she even rubbed her eyes to double-check for sure that her eyes were not playing tricks on her. Had Archer not seen Focalor and reacted accordingly, Focalor would ask Da Vinci for a new body.

However, even with Archer calling out to her, the surreal picture before Focalor's eyes did not even think to disappear. A fact which only added to the strangeness of the situation.

Focalor even thought about joining that surreal picture and accepting Archer’s offer to taste what they’re cooking. However, deciding that this was the only oddity in Chaldea, Focalor decided to ignore the event to preserve her common sense. Sadly, as it turned out a little later, it was an effort in vain.

Focalor soon after leaving the kitchen encountered the next oddity in the corridors of Chaldea. Hector, one of the most legendary of the spear men, the hero of Troy, ran along the corridors of Chaldea with a grin. He looked like he was even having fun as he ran for his life.

Focalor's first thought was that if even Hector, the legendary hero, was fleeing, something terrible and harrowing must have happened. Perhaps the King of Kings had invaded Chaldea? Focalor was so frozen in fear that she immediately lost sight of the Servant of Troy.

However, the merry company of Servants who swept past her put a bold cross on this fear of Focalor. Of course the sight she saw would still be nightmarish to most people.

Servants, legendary heroes of mankind, its hope and greatest, the embodiment of the power of all human history, rushed with a cheerful roar through the corridors of Chaldea, shouting curses and threats to Hector as they ran past Focalor.

The legendary bloodied emperor, the insane Nero was first in line. Judging by her appearance, she was clearly enjoying a kind of game of catch-up as only small children can. Of course the threats, threatening to find Hector, catch up and punish him with a terrible and painful punishment was perhaps not as normal.

Following close behind her was Cú Chulainn, the legendary sage and hero of the Celts, the son of the Sun God, Lugh Samildanach. Hearing Nero’s threats chortled out that the most terrible and painful punishment in Nero's arsenal was her singing. A grave insult for which he was instantly forced to evade a rose thrown at him in response by Nero. Which, in spite of its magnificent and beautiful symbolism, crashed into the wall without any problems, Cu Chulainn having dodge the flowery projectile. A wise decision as the rose pierced clean through Chaldea’s reinforced concrete leaving only the beautiful rose’s crown to mark its passing.

However, even such an oddity Focalor could still write off as a duel. Some sort of revenge, a bloody feud lasting millennia... for some unknown reason. Maybe something about the Trojans and the Romans supposedly being ancestors? If Focalor made every effort to ignore the happy grin the Servants were having while they rushed about Chaldea, of course. Considering their gleeful laughter as it happens, and the lack of bloodlust, it was more of an ongoing game rather than a real conflict.

In any case, as soon as she noticed the Servants passing by, she was forced to start searching for the other Servants. She then picked an unassuming bland door as her destination as she sensed two Servants behind them. If she had known beforehand who it were, she would have quickly ran away instead.

The next Servants on Focalor's path were Servants whom she was afraid to approach.

And if Mozart, leading a quiet secular conversation, stimulated only positive emotions in Focalor, then his colleague is quite the opposite.

Baal - or at least that is how the man of unremarkable appearance introduced himself. Should she take his similar name to a past colleague of hers as a sign of how dangerous the man is? The man was currently conducting some kind of dialogue with Mozart in a quiet, calm and absolutely freezing manner. So Focalor, as soon as she glanced quietly through the open door to notice who was inside, ran away in a flash.

Mozart evoked interesting feelings in Focalor's soul - a musician who was destined to become the Demon King, but was able to outwit even the King of Kings' stunning plan, gracefully leaving from under his all-seeing gaze, Focalor would be glad to talk to him. However, Baal on the other hand...

The other Servants or person did not cause so much hidden, unconscious anxiety, fear, panic in Focalor, as Baal did. In Focalor’s mind he looked like a predatory plant - slow, unhurried, patiently waiting for the unwary fly to land in its jaw. His every gesture and words mere baits as sweet as the smell of honey to entrap them as deeply as he can.

Baal frightened Focalor to the point of trembling. And therefore, as soon as she noticed his presence in the room - Focalor fled. Though she was certain that Baal had noticed her arrival — if not her very approach — and was ready to ask Focalor to ‘join’ their conversation. A fate she wouldn’t even wish on her worst enemies.

However, by chance or not, Mozart had interrupted Baal's jubilant invitation, giving Focalor the necessary few moments in order to escape from Baal's observant gaze.

Meeting with one of the frightening inhabitants of Chaldea gave Focalor the idea that interacting with the Servants might not be as pleasant of a pastime as she would like. However, in the absence of any better options, she continued to look for potential new acquaintances.

Luckily, a potential new contact was found quickly. However, at the same time, it could not be said that Focalor was ready to participate in a pleasant conversation after barely avoiding her doom.

After all, the next on the way of Focalor appeared the Servant, which was physically impossible not to hear.

Captain Francis Drake, the great privateer, the man who drowned the Sun, and the sole reason for the rise of the British Empire was drunk. A common condition for people in the navy, much more so for pirates Focalor could infer. The pirate captain was also a very sociable Servant, so hearing her boisterous voice was not that rare of an occurrence. The only thing that is strange is with whom she was talking to and how she was doing it. She was talking with a monster.

The giant colossus of a legendary monster, a monster so famous that his very name is still a household name thousands of years after his legends, the Minotaurus, sat in place with his legs bent, like a child. Still towering even above Focalor itself by a good two heads - and listened. And the monster listened as the drunken Drake continued to tell the story of her stormy life at sea, occasionally showing a menacing grin at a particularly interesting bit in Drake’s story.

Moreover, Francis Drake managed not only to tell her story to the Minotaurus, but also to do it in a censored and polite language, as befit the Minotaurus actual age as a child. Something which was an outstanding achievement to the often swearing Pirate. Especially judging by the fact that next to Drake there were already two empty bottles of rum, and the third soon to becoming empty in the next two minutes.

However, an even stranger sight was that next to the Minotaurus, listening to the story of Francis Drake about her sea adventures with great rapture was Attila, the Scourge of God, the destroyer of civilizations, the King of Destruction, the Lord of the Huns. She sat silently and seemed to be carefully watching the Minotaurus, as if she was checking whether he liked the current story. A hypothesis that was soon proven correct as at certain moments, when the Minotaurus were beginning to feel saddened because of some sad part in Drake’s story, she would send Drake a threatening look. An action that forced the Pirate Captain to change the retelling of her history from a brutal ‘realpolitik’ to the lighthearted tall tales of sailors.

Still, what would take the cake in the pyramid of weird things was the presence of Cainabel who was watching all this unfolds. The dreaded Vampire carefully observed Drake, the Minotaurus and especially Attila, who had acquired the name Altera. Her gaze made Focalor shudder and made her decide to look for other possible Servants and colleagues to communicate with. In other words, Focalor fled.

Perhaps Cainabel did not foment as much involuntarily repulsive fear as Baal’s presence did, but her glance and blood-red eyes still induced a blood-curdling fear to arouse in Focalor’s mind. And although there was no hidden excruciating pain that Baal’s presence could create, one gaze of the goddess of vampires still caused some sort of pressure to push over her shoulder. Or something along those lines. Focalor was not familiar with her legend too well. It was still a strong enough hint that it was not worth interfering in her affairs.

Therefore, with a deep intake of breath and some moments to calm herself from the fact that the two most dangerous Servants at the moment were busy communicating with the rest of the Servants. Focalor decided to nevertheless find someone from her new colleagues that she could at least interact with.

Someone who isn't as weird as the legendary Heroes playing catch-up, the legendary Heroes cooking, the legendary Heroes telling tales from their lives, or the legendary Heroes interacting with the Demon Emperors.

That is why the following situation, against the background of everything seen before, did not even provoke a reaction from Focalor.

So, Jeanne d'Arc, The Saint Chosen by God, is preaching about the Christian God, the forgiveness and mercy of Jesus. It wasn't weird.

The fact that two goddesses were listening to Jeanne's sermon about God was a little stranger.

Stheno and Euryale, she had managed to find out a lot of information about them. It seems, with Ainz and Medusa busy in the Singularity, they were able to get out of their stupor. A state of horror and thoughtless fear, in which they had been in for quite a long time. It seems now they were making up for lost time with maximum zeal, practically filling the unfortunate preacher with questions. All the time interrupting her lecture about Christian virtues with questions like ‘Is God real, like as a material spirit?’. Or with classics like ‘Can God protect me in difficult times?’. And the nonsensical ‘If, in theory, God comes out to fight Ainz, what are his chances?’. Oh, and Focalor was a hundred percent sure that Ainz would win that fight.

Moreover, Focalor could also notice the fact that, in addition to the girls' more than transparent hints of self-amusement and selfish goals. They did not forget to periodically insert questions about the other Servants, especially about Baal and Cainabel. Jeanne, surprisingly, was quite amenable to Cainabel, attributing small compliments to her. Baal on the other hand, was quite hated, as Jeanne periodically criticized his actions. Quite the damning complaint giving the Saint’s kind nature. Perhaps it is to be expected, the Baal in Chaldea was not that different from the Baal from the Bible after all.

Jeanne, feeling a certain amount of embarrassment not only from the zeal with which the two Gorgon sisters and the sometimes racy question the sisters asked, tried to interrupt the stream of questions. However, the Gorgon Sisters’ newfound zeal to make up for their lack of knowledge about the surrounding Servants, was unstoppable. Furthermore, after regaining some semblance of their past character, the opportunity to stop the Sisters did not seem real even to Focalor.

To intervene in this dialogue seemed to Focalor initially a funny idea, in the ‘it’s interesting’ sense. She did have some past relations, if distant, with the Christian God. However, at the same time, judging by how playfully the Gorgons communicated with Jeanne, even if Focalor decided to join in on the girls' conversation - it is unlikely that she would get even one reply for the next few hours. An activity that would hardly count as ‘interacting’ with the Servants.

Therefore, after taking a deep sigh and quietly grumbling about what an incredible setback she has encountered in her search for Servants that she could interact with, Focalor was forced to continue her search.

A search that, this time lasted quite a very significant time. A search that in the end ended in vain. Focalor had found another Servant behind another door that, sadly even without Baal’s or Cainabel’s presence, she still could not enter. After all, she did not dare break into a private dialogue between people. Alas, Da Vinci's body possessed excellent hearing, as you would expect from a Genius of Geniuses’ work, and Focalor accidentally became privy to something that was supposed to be confidential.

Behind the door of a small office, a Therapist Office she later noted, Focalor had found another Servant. Along with another unfamiliar presence, which could only mean that the other person was a normal human, quite the rarity in Chaldea. Although this person, perhaps, was unique, at least no less than Olga-Marie’s. Judging by the somewhat whiny and grating voice that she could hear from outside the door, the person was Dr. Romani Archaman. And furthermore the Servant he was talking with was none other than Kiyohime.

Judging by Romani’s soothing soft voice, something that is somewhat ruined by the undercurrent of panic Focalor could hear. The content of the conversation, however, is what takes things to the ludicrous.

It seems that Romani is trying to conduct some kind of therapy session as gently and soothingly as possible with Kiyohime. Focalor, without any particular problems, could imagine the Obsessive and somewhat Deranged Servant lying on a reclined sofa, her head thrown back, talking fervently about how beautiful Ainz was. And how much Roman slowly, diligently, with sweat on his brows tried to carefully touch on the topic of her murders of innocents. Especially about whether or not she would reenact a similar act in case any of the Servants present would dare to not bow to the illuminating beauty that is Ainz. Focalor could smell the fear emanating from the room, mainly from Romani.

Obviously, Romani conducted his service in a much more neatly and tactful way than in Focalor's description. He would barely brush the topic of discussion as he conducted his consultation, clearly understanding the danger that he’s in. His caution was not without merit. Taking in mind Kiyohime’s somewhat sordid legend, and her class as a Berserker, it was quite wise of Romani not to provoke the proverbial dragon. Berserkers after all were not the most reasonable and logical of the entire cohort of Servants.

To butt in on a private appointment between a psychotherapist and a Berserker… There’s a joke there somewhere.

If she perhaps had a thing for dying in flames, Focalor would probably have decided to enter the room, interrupting someone's soul-healing, and presumably then have Kiyohime burn her to cinders. However, given that she enjoys not having her skin melted due to high temperatures, she was forced to leave the location of a couple more likely colleagues.

Now Focalor had only one last hope, the last of the Servants, of whose presence in Chaldea she knew of. The Hassan of Serenity… Well, isn't this just great? Her last hope of having a pleasant conversation is to find an Assassin. Why can’t things be simple?

Serenity is one of the Hassan-i-Sabbah, one of the past leaders of the Assassin sect. Finding her should have been an ordeal, however… Surprisingly, finding Serenity turned out to be not that hard. Although, it seemed she was already talking to someone? Actually who’s that person? For some reason his/her? presence was somewhat strange to Focalor’s senses.

As she walked in on the last Servant she could have a pleasant conversation with, Serenity, by some quirk of fate Focalor found her cheerfully talking about the excellent features of her Master, husband and, possibly, her King with another person, whose name Focalor did not remember. Although she was sure that she would not be able to forget about his/her? existence.

The person? while maintaining the dialogue with light assent, the unknown young man/woman? of excellent androgynous appearance listened to the Serenity’s fervent praises of her Master. Focalor tried to remember if she could have seen him/her? earlier…

Unfortunately, she had somehow failed to remember such a peculiar figure. Still, with no other Servant she could interact with, with some semblance of normalcy at least, she decided that at this situation she had no other choice but to join in on their conversation. However, having made a couple of steps, she surprisingly encountered only an empty room in which there was neither Assassin nor her other friend. Focalor was forced to admit that she had failed spectacularly.

Her final plan, her only source of pleasant conversation between Servants in Chaldea, had suffered an absolute and irrevocable defeat in the struggle with the harsh reality. A fact which saddened Focalor somewhat.

Yet, at the same time, it also somewhat amused her. It was a new and unexpected experience for a being who was used to the fact that interacting with other beings like her in the past was a given.

Probably, this is another thing that Focalor can appreciate being Ainz’s Servant for. The probability of not receiving this interaction.

It was a new, unexpected and perhaps even pleasant experience for the girl.

Therefore, with a sigh of disappointment and with paradoxical glee, Focalor gave up. For now, her plan to get to know the other Servant has ended in failure. With nothing else to do, she eventually made her way to one of the many sofas in the many lounges in Chaldea.

“Fou.” The sound from under Focalor's feet made her blink before glancing at the little furry creature beneath her feet under the sofa.

A chimera? Small spirit? Some escaped wild animal?

Focalor did not even suspect until this moment that such a creature lived in Chaldea.

The small lilac ball of fur, with an appearance similar to that of a squirrel, a kitten and a fox at the same time, looked cute. An impossibility which, given the horror that took place outside the walls of Chaldea, seemed to crown the whole absurdity that is Chaldea.

Great Servants, infallible ideals of mankind, legends embodied through the prism of power, behaved… like people.

They talked, had fun, made plans, played their own games, were interested in life around them. They lived their life as if to deny their primary goal and task, the protection of humanity. Furthermore, they had fully and blindly trusted their Master, their King, as if not at all questioning his ability to accomplish his plans.

It was amusing for Focalor, who had spent her entire life under the stern gaze of another King.

Ainz and her King were similar and yet starkly different at the same time. Both were incredibly strong, both were driven by goals beyond the comprehension of mere mortals, and both possessed an army of powerful and loyal minions that they did not need.

They both ruled their Temples beyond time, and fought on an incredible chessboard, where peoples, legends, and stories acted as mere pawns, and the fate of the World hangs in the balance.

Both were also distant from their Servants, as much as a King were attentive to their subjects.

And yet the King's servants saw him as their King, while the Chaldean servants saw Ainz as their leader.

Not a faceless figure of power, but a living, feeling, thinking, acting creature, close and understandable to their perception.

And while the Demon Kings clenched their teeth in frustration, interacting with each other only when necessary. Ainz’s Servants communicated with each other with relish, creating not just a collective, but a society.

How funny, the creatures connected by a single consciousness were less in unity to each other than the creatures that couldn’t. Creatures that were obliged not to understand, hate and not accept each other.

This, probably, was the main paradox of humanity, Focalor believed.

And although an incredible number of roads were open before her, Focalor decided to start her long journey of understanding humanity small.

“Hello, little creature.” Focalor smiled at the creature under the sofa. “What is your name?”

"Fou." The creature, now named Fou, snorted quietly before, after a little thought, jumped onto Focalor's arms. The creature’s actions forced a smile to appear on her face. Slowly, she began to ran her hand over the creature's fur. It seems that her time in Chaldea is off to a great start.

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Name: Focalor

Race: Heteromorphic

Title: Traitor of Traitors of Humanity

Occupation: Servant of Ainz Ooal Gown (non-combat)

Residence: Chaldea, Da Vinci’s workshop

Karma: 0 (Neutral)