Overlord Premise Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Hey friends and fans! Kairomaru is bringing you a new chapter! Plans are in motion now for Nazarick. Sebas and Solution have started making some connections in the Re-Estize capital. Demiurge is sending back his reports. Aura’s scouting of the Great Forest of Tob is nearly done. Cocytus is ready to move at any time. All of Nazarick is ready to act upon their Lord’s order to expand his holdings and territory. Momon and Nabe are going to start making connections of their own as Adamantite Adventurers. But above all else…the Slane Theocracy will experience divine retribution for what they did to Shalltear!

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Chapter 11 – Beginning Expansion, Divine Retribution

In the wasteland that bordered the cursed Katze Plains, a cloud of dust could be seen crossing the area, even from a distance.

“SSSHHHRRRAAA!!!” A massive basilisk let out a hissing roar. It was at least thirteen meters long from snout to the tip of its tail. Its green scales contrasted with its yellow-white underbelly. It had legs in the same area as a regular lizard, yet the basilisk had two legs in each position for a total of eight, which explained its rapid movement. Its jaws were filled with large, sharp fangs and its baleful yellow eyes shone with an almost magical gleam.

But at the moment, those eyes were filled with panic as it fled from the other creature chasing it.

Hamsuke chased the Basilisk, never overtaking it, merely staying behind the lizard and lashing at it with her own snake-like tail to keep it running. “Master! Sorry to keep you waiting, I am! Bring you the giant basilisk, I have! Drive it towards you, I shall! For a loyal servant, Hamsuke is!”

Momon stood in his black and silver knight armor, his black sword held at the ready. Behind him, Nabe stood, awaiting any order from her Lord. “Its size is impressive.” Momon said as the basilisk was driven closer and closer towards him. “But if Hamsuke can cause it to flee, it’s Level certainly isn’t.”

“My Lord… Mr. Momon,” Nabe corrected her address promptly. “There’s no need to lower yourself. Let me fry it.”

“As entertaining as that might be, your Magic would hit Hamsuke too.” Momon replied as the Basilisk drew closer and closer. “Besides, I need to take this lizard down to silence any naysayers that could possibly complain about my rapid advancement in Adventurer Rank. If it’s killed by Magic, then everyone will know that you slew it rather than me.”

Nabe nodded in acceptance. “Right.” In her mind she thought of just killing anyone that dared to speak out against her Lord, but she didn’t let that show on her face.

“SSSHHHRRRAAA!!!” The basilisk lunged forward, looking to snap up the small morsels in front of it for a bit of sustenance as it continued to flee.

Shing

Momon’s black blade passed straight through the basilisk’s thick scales, cut through its flesh, and severed its spine straight between two of the vertebrae. The head of the basilisk went flying off, bouncing off the dusty ground twice before coming to a stop. The immense body collapsed and twitched a few times from the sudden decapitation. Blood poured from the severed neck, but a black fog covered the neck and the blood poured into it before it vanished into Momonga’s inventory.

“We only need to bring back the head as proof of slaying the basilisk, so I’ll store the rest of it in my inventory.” Momonga said as he watched the blood pour into the black void.

Momonga had done an extra bit of research before leaving E-Rantel on basilisks. Their fangs possessed lethal venom that lingered for quite a long time even after they were removed from the beast. The scales and hide were prized as armor materials. The eyes, blood, bones, and venom were highly sought after alchemy ingredients. The claws and fangs were also able to be used in crafting weapons with superior strength. “Quite the boon this lizard is for Nazarick.” Momon grinned slightly from beneath his helmet. Aside from a portion that he’d save for Lizzie and Nfirea to experiment with, he’d sell the blood, the eyes, the scales and hide, plus a portion of the venom for a hefty sum. The rest of the bones, claws, and fangs would be used to turn the skeleton into a Skull Basilisk, one of the many subtypes of Undead that could be created through YGGDRASIL’s Necromancy spells. By leaving some of the venom within the fangs, that trait could continue to be used by the Skull Basilisk when it was reanimated. Giving the new undead both Negative Energy and Poison debuffs to use on enemies, rather than just Negative Energy like most skeletal Undead.

‘It should be around Level 40 or so, not much higher than the Death Knights, but it’ll be another permanent boost to Nazarick’s defenses.’ Momonga thought to himself as he continued to watch the basilisk’s blood disappear into his inventory. ‘To get the bones, I’ll need to get rid of the meat though… I’m sure Kyouhukou and his ‘family’ can have the bones cleaned in short order.’

Not too long later and the three were leaving the wasteland with Hamsuke’ carrying the severed Basilisk head behind her with strong ropes. The rest of the basilisk’s remains were safely stored within Momonga’s inventory for later disassembly and sale.

-E-Rantel-

“Whoa…”

“No way.”

“They really slayed such a large Basilisk?”

The whispers and murmurs of the commonfolk were easy for Momon and Nabe to hear as they walked down main street with Hamsuke behind them pulling the severed basilisk head behind her. This was all to Momonga’s plan to spread the knowledge and of ‘Darkness’ and the two-man Party’s skill and power as far and fast as possible.

‘With such an obvious display, people can’t help but talk.’ Momonga thought to himself as the group reached the Adventurer’s Guild.

In short order, the severed head was being gawked at by all of the other Adventurers while Ainzach and a few of the other guild employees looked it over. It was obvious to the experienced eyes of the Guild Master that the basilisk’s neck had been cleanly sliced through with a sword.

‘The strength required to decapitate a basilisk in one swing though…’ Ainzach thought to himself while glancing at Momon out of the corner of his eye. ‘Strength like that is exceedingly rare. Promoting ‘Darkness’ straight to Adamantite was definitely the right decision.’ He stood up after examining the injury for another few seconds and gave Momon and Nabe a grin. “Excellent work, Darkness! Just what we’d all expect from Adamantite!” That got several murmurs from the gathered Adventurers in the guild building. No one could really argue that ‘Darkness’ deserved the Rank after seeing something like this.

“Thank you, Guild Master.” Momon nodded to Ainzach. “Will the payment be ready today or is there a hold on it because of the amount?”

“Go bring Momon his reward.” Ainzach nodded to one of the pretty receptionist women.

The woman bowed slightly. “At once, Guild Master.” She quickly headed to the back to fetch the appropriate amount of money.

Seeing one of the younger Adventurers, an Iron Plate that had ranked up not long ago, about to try and touch the exposed fangs of the basilisk, Ainzach snapped at the younger man. “Don’t touch the fangs, fool!” The younger man jerked his hand back so fast that one would think he’d been burned. “Basilisk fangs are toxic long after the beast has been slain. One tiny cut and you’ll be foaming at the mouth and choking on your own blood in a minute! We don’t have any antidotes strong enough to deal with basilisk venom on hand; there’d be nothing we could do to save your fool self!”

“S-Sorry, Guild Master!” The man stuttered out an apology, his face nearly blue at what his fate could’ve been.

Momon was internally relieved that an incident hadn’t occurred.

Nabe, however, was slightly annoyed that Ainzach had stopped the foolish insect that dared think he could touch Lord Momonga’s spoils of battle. Seeing him writhing and dying on the floor would’ve been appropriate punishment in her opinion.

-Nazarick ~ Later-

“Can I count on you and your family to present clean bones to me, Kyouhukou?” Momonga asked the large cockroach Area Guardian as he sat upon the throne in the main hall of Nazarick.

Kyouhukou was a 30cm tall cockroach dressed in a resplendent red cape with golden thread, a golden crown rested atop his insectoid head, and he held a golden scepter embedded with a gleaming white jewel in one of his six legs. Known as the ‘Prince of Fear’ and also as one of Nazarick’s ‘Five Worst’, his being Worst Residence, the insectoid actually had a rather noble mindset and was articulate and well-spoken.

“We will present immaculate bones to you, Lord Momonga. I swear it.” Kyouhukou bowed his head to the Supreme One. “Thank you for entrusting us with such a task. It will allow my family to have a civilized meal for the first time in quite a while.” He thanked Momonga for his faith and generosity towards his ‘family’.

“Excellent. I will have the carcass brought to the Black Capsule as soon as the scales, hide, venom, and eyes have been harvested.” Momonga nodded to Kyouhukou.

The Area Guardian bowed low this time. “We await the chance to serve you to the fullest, Lord Momonga.” Momonga gave a wave of his hand and the large cockroach skittered out of the throne room, heading back to the Second Floor where the area known as the ‘Black Capsule’ was located. It was the area entrusted to Kyouhukou to guard and was one of the largest trap areas on the Second Floor of Nazarick.

With his work done in the Throne Room, for now, Momonga used the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown to teleport to his office. He and Albedo had reports to go over from Demiurge, Aura, and Sebas.

-Momonga’s Office-

As soon as Momonga appeared within his office, he was greeted by Albedo dutifully.

“My Lord, I’m pleased to see you again.” Albedo smiled beautifully at Momonga. “I have all of the reports prepared for you to look over.”

“Very good, Albedo.” Momonga praised her for her efficient work. Seeing Albedo’s smile and the way her black wings flapped slightly in joy made him smile as well as he oved over to his desk and sat down in the comfortable chair. “Let’s start with Demiurge’s report.” He pulled the proper report over to himself and began to read.

“Lord Momonga, as you ordered I’ve been looking into the various Magics of this world, searching for anything that did not exist within YGGDRASIL. Information outside of folktales and rumors has been hard to come by, but there are mentions of something called ‘Wild Magic’ from multiple sources of various areas, regions, and nations. I will look into it further and I apologize for how slow my investigation has been so far.

On the second task you’ve requested of me: the procurement of a magical beast with skin capable of making parchment strong enough to hold stronger Tier Spells within them; I am happy to report that one has been located. A rather simple species of goat-like monsters called ‘Dahu’ that live in the rougher terrain and steep slopes of the Abelion Hills. Capturing them normally is almost impossible due to their ability to freely scale such rough and steep terrain. But if one can fly, then that’s no issue. I’ve procured a large enough number of them and have set up a farm to encourage their procreation. Those that proved too wild to tame have been slaughtered and I will send their various parts to Nazarick soon for processing. The rest have taken to being farm animals rather well. Much like any simple beast, so long as the three basics of water, food, and shelter are given, they’ve no reason to try and run away. I should have a steady supply of parchment for Nazarick to make Scrolls from soon and can only request your patience on the matter a little longer.”

Momonga smiled at the success of finding a monster that could satisfy their parchment needs for Spell Scrolls. Goatskin wouldn’t be too different from sheepskin, so the process to make parchment from them was already known. He’d leave it to the Elder Liches within Ashurbanipal to start turning the parchment into Scrolls once the supply from Demiurge’s new farm started coming in. “Excellent news. I will need to think of a proper reward for Demiurge for his hard work.” Left unsaid was that he’d make a trip to the farm to see it for himself. It would help him come up with a proper idea for a reward once he saw the scale of the operation that Demiurge had set up. “However, this ‘Wild Magic’ is unlike anything that I know of from YGGDRASIL. Perhaps this world had a type of Magic before Tier Magic?” He’d leave such an investigation to Demiurge now that his task of finding a monster for parchment production was complete.

“The next report is from Sebas, Lord Momonga.” Albedo moved the papers towards him.

“Lord Momonga, as you have ordered, Solution and I have made our way from E-Rantel all the way to the capital: Re-Estize. Along the way we’ve made a few connections with wealthy merchants that have good reputations. All of them were eager to learn about the Master that I serve and work with him; I believe that many doors have been opened during this assignment. I’ve included a list of all the merchants that I’ve made connection to in order of most useful to least useful to the best of my ability to judge. All of the information that we could acquire on them and their businesses is also included as well. Currently, I believe that Nazarick stands to gain at least six truly influential trading partners once we make ourselves known to the world. However, I leave which, if any, of these merchants to associate with up to the Supreme One’s discretion. As to the potential of any ill-will from outside forces, neither Solution nor myself have noticed anyone in our vicinity, so far, but we’ll remain vigilant. We shall continue our mission until you call for our return, my Lord.”

“More good news.” Momonga smiled slightly at the report. He briefly flipped through the added pages with the list of merchants and their known information with experienced eyes. This was at least similar enough to his previous job in his world that he could understand most of it at a glance. “I’ll have to make time to go through this list and potentially reach out to a few of these merchants. We want those that can help us acquire things that we may not be able to in the future. If they also have good relations with Baharuth, Re-Estize, the Council State, and the Holy Kingdom, that will inevitably widen our view of the world and allow us to gather more information.”

“It is as you say, Lord Momonga.” Albedo agreed with a happy smile. “We’re steadily laying the groundwork for the day that Nazarick makes itself known to the world.”

Momonga set Sebas’s report aside for now and picked up the shorter report from Aura. “How is the construction of the dummy Nazarick progressing?”

Albedo, having read part of this short, one-page, report already, answered promptly. “Well, precisely on schedule.”

-Great Forest of Tob ~ Dummy Nazarick Construction Area-

Thwack

Thwack

Crack

Thud

Three strong chops from a large axe wielded by an iron golem felled a tree. The golem didn’t break its workflow in the slightest as it moved forward and began to hack off the limbs of the tree to make it into a log that was ready to be milled into planks.

Another iron golem picked up a different log that it had just finished removing the limbs from and hefted it over its shoulder. It carried the log towards the area for milling in a perfect line with many others of its kind. A large amount of the workforce for this project were iron golems because they didn’t need food, never tired, and once given their orders, wouldn’t deviate from them unless ordered otherwise.

Next to the line of iron golems was a lich in a dark navy robe with a yellow cloth hovering in the air, spiraled around the lich’s body. The lich looked at the scroll in its hand and then at the log that one of the iron golems was carrying towards the milling area. Its eyeless sockets then looked at a few of the other iron golems and the logs that they were carrying in the line. The lich looked at the red imp and shook its head.

“Hold on! That’s no good.” The red imp on the lich’s shoulder spoke up quickly. The imp flapped its wings and flew into the air. The iron golem stopped immediately and moved to the side, still carrying the log, but now out of the way of the rest of the line. The lich and the imp had both been given command over it, so it obeyed them instantly whenever they spoke. The imp, seeing that the problem was affecting multiple of the iron golems quickly flew off towards the one in charge.

“Hey! Mind telling me where you’re from, little guy?” Aura asked the red imp that flew towards her with a grin.

“Team U, number 3, Lady Aura.” The imp bowed its head.

Aura looked at the paper in her hands. “Let’s see… Team U, storage warehouse inventory. Found you!” She smiled at the red imp. “Talk to me, impy!”

“There’s a problem with the wood’s diameter.” The imp explained simply.

“Again?” Aura let out a little sigh. “I thought finding enough trees of the right size for the support beams and foundation pillars would be easier. If we keep expanding outwards to find material, it’ll start getting harder to keep our activities hidden.”

“Lunchtime~ Take a break!” The watch on Aura’s wrist said in the cutesy ‘Moe’ voice of Bukubukuchagama. It was the alarm that Aura had set because Lord Momonga had told her to keep a set schedule for start times, breaks, and end of the day.

Aura nearly smiled from ear-to-ear at hearing her creator’s voice. Her cheeks turned red as she blushed, loving the soft and sweet voice of her ‘mother’ giving her instructions again after so long. “Whatever you say, Lady Bukubukuchagama!” Aura turned back to the red imp after looking at the silver watch affectionately. “Sorry, impy, my wonderful creator says to take a break, so that’s what I’m going to do. Could you come back in an hour?”

“Very well, my Lady.” The imp nodded to Aura.

“Just tell everyone to stop working until we speak again, okay?” Aura waved to the red imp. The imp nodded and flew off to inform everyone else that they were stopping for an hour.

Aura jogged towards the edge of the nearby cliff that let her oversee almost all of the work going on, with a small leap she jumped down and landed easily on the ground below. With a laugh the Dark Elf girl jogged over to the table and chair set up beneath a large umbrella. “Pestonya!” Aura greeted the Head Maid of Nazarick. “What’s on the menu?!”

“I have prepared a hamburger, just as you requested, Lady Aura. With two pickles, fries on the side, skin on, and a cola for your drink.” A second later and the dog-headed maid realized that she’d forgotten again. “Woof.”

Aura didn’t comment on it, instead she happily sat down under the shade of the umbrella and smiled brightly. “Time to eat, time to eat~”

Pestonya set the covered plate in front of Aura and then pulled the cloche off, revealing a double-patty classic hamburger with fries on the side. “Your lunch, my Lady.”

“Get in my belly!” Aura picked up the burger with a bright grin and promptly took her first bite. “Mmm, yep…” Aura savored the taste of the burger. “The Grade-A 100% ground beef patty certainly hits the spot! But I think beef and pork might be even better! I think three patties like that should do the trick!” She was a growing girl! And she certainly wanted to ‘fill out’ and make Shalltear jealous when she was a bit older!

“Then I’ll relay that to the Head Chef immediately, woof.” Pestonya said, not forgetting to bark at the end this time.

Aura swallowed her second bite before speaking. “Awesome! Thanks!”

Pestonya bowed to Aura and walked away to allow the Floor Guardian time to enjoy her meal.

Aura picked up her cola and sipped it through the straw with a happy sigh. Setting the drink down, she looked at the silvery digital watch on her wrist one more. “It’s great to hear Lady Bukubukuchagama’s voice again.” She touched the watch affectionately with a soft smile on her face.

-Nazarick ~ Momonga’s Office-

“I see.” Momonga smiled a little. “I should’ve guessed that she’d take a liking to that watch.”

“It’s adorable.” Albedo agreed, her cheeks slightly pink. “And to be honest, I can’t blame her. Not only does she get to hear the voice of a Supreme Being, but it’s even her birth mother. For a Guardian there could be no greater reward.” Albedo then blushed and held her hands together in front of her. “Other than being your servant, of course! Being here by your side is an honor none of us deserve!”

Momonga deadpanned at Albedo, making the Succubus look away bashfully at the silent admonishment for going too far.

‘Still, if Aura loves that watch with Bukubukuchagama’s voice on it so much, maybe I should think about using similar things from my old friends as gifts for their creations? That’s certainly a better use for some of the small items than just letting them sit around doing nothing. But which small items do I have stored in the Treasury?’ Momonga’s tried to recall the vast collection of items within Nazarick’s most secured area, then tried to narrow that down to simple items that would be enjoyed, but wouldn’t cause any trouble. ‘Something for Albedo, Shalltear, Mare, Cocytus, Demiurge, Sebas, the Pleiades…’ It would be a lot, and he’d have to make sure to give the rewards properly so that it would encourage the former NPC’s to strive to improve and grow beyond their original settings and parameters from YGGDRASIL.

Seeing Momonga thinking so heavily, Albedo smiled and stepped closer, gently leaning into her Lord. “My dear, Lord Momonga…you’re thinking so hard about so many things. Do you want me to help you relax again~?” The Succubus offered with a delightful little purr in her voice. Left unsaid, not that it needed to be voiced in the slightest, was that Albedo would VERY MUCH like to ‘relieve stress’ with Momonga as often as possible.

“I wasn’t thinking that deeply…” Momonga said, though his eyes drifted down to Albedo’s tits as she leaned forward. The Succubus nearly mewled in delight as Momonga looked at her impressive cleavage that her dress showed off. “Though, I suppose we could take a small break…”

Albedo cheered internally as a loving smile filled with temptations crossed her face.

Knock Knock Knock

“Lord Momonga, sorry to disturb you, but an urgent report has come in from the team sent to the Slane Theocracy.” One of the Homunculus maids said through the door.

“Enter!” Momonga instantly refocused as the information that he wanted had finally come in.

Albedo stood up straight quickly and turned away for a moment. Unseen, the Succubus pouted at the interruption of what would surely have been more time spent in loving bliss with her Lord Momonga. Had anyone seen her face, they’d have most likely called her lightly puffed up cheeks and little frown rather cute.

The Homunculus maid opened the door and bowed properly to Momonga before straightening up and walking across the room. She offer the scroll to Momonga with her head bowed, as was expected of a maid, and when he took it from her hands, she began to back out of the room.

“Thank you very much, Cixous.” Momonga thanked the blond maid.

“Y-Your thanks are wasted on one like me, Lord Momonga.” Cixous said, even though there was a bright smile on her face now. She closed the door behind her and barely suppressed the squeal of happiness at getting thanks from Lord Momonga.

Momonga broke the seal on the scroll and quickly began to read over it. “That’s all? That’s the greatest protection they can provide to their capital?”

“What does it say, my Lord?” Albedo was now curious as to just what had made Momonga sound so confused.

“Read this, Albedo.” Momonga moved the scroll over so that Albedo could read it easily.

“Their defenses are mostly physical… A magic barrier is around the city, appears to be the spell [Repel Undeath].” Albedo blinked, knowing that spell only repelled low-level Undead. “There are other barriers in place around important buildings, one’s that prevent fires, one’s that block [Teleportation], one’s that protect from Magical attacks, and one’s that strengthen the structures to resist physical damage.” Looking at Momonga with confused eyes, Albedo found her voice again after a moment. “With such simple spells, how has their capital remained standing all this time?”

Momonga had already considered that from an YGGDRASIL perspective. “I believe they use their significant military force along with their ‘Scriptures’ to ward off any attempt at invasion before it gets to them. With the number of Priests and Clerics they seem to possess, I’m sure most other forces in this world could be routed or rebuffed with only a small percentage of forces lost on the Theocracy’s side.”

Albedo looked thoughtful. “I see. Never fight on their own territory.” It was a simple strategy, but one that happened to work well if a nation could manage it.

“Now that I know of their defenses…” Momonga stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. “It’s time for the Slane Threocracy’s Black Scripture to suffer the consequences of their actions.” He turned to Albedo. “Take command while I’m gone. Make sure that Nazarick’s defenses are at their highest settings until I return.”

“As you command, my Lord.” Albedo bowed as she accepted her orders.

Momonga nodded once. “Follow me to the edge of Nazarick, Albedo. I’ll leave my Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown in your care until I return.”

Albedo perked up at the order. “Of course, Lord Momonga! I will protect it with my life!”

“Don’t devalue yourself, Albedo.” Momonga told her flatly, making the Succubus’s heart beat powerfully in her chest.

“Y-Yes, my Lord Momonga~” Albedo was thrilled that even Momonga’s Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown didn’t matter to him as much as she did.

The two vanished as they used their Rings to teleport to the very edge of Nazarick.

“I will be back shortly, Albedo.” Momonga told her as he took off his Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown and handed it to the Succubus. “Protect Nazarick while I’m gone.”

“Yes, Lord Momonga.” Albedo took the Ring like it was a Holy Relic and held it gently in her hands.

“[Gate]!” Momonga cast and the swirling black and purple void opened up in front of him. The Primordial Deity stepped through the gate and it closed behind him a second later.

-Black Scripture-

“Hm?!” The Seventh Seat of the Black Scripture, known by most by her Title of ‘Thousand Leagues Astrologer’, jolted as a feeling of imminent, inescapable death settled over her. It was a surety of death unlike she’d ever felt before, even when she’d predicted the resurrection of the Catastrophe Dragon Lord.

“Are you alright?” Cedran asked his fellow Scripture member, seeing the sudden terror on her almost deathly pale face.

“The capital…” Thousand Leagues Astrologer barely got out, making Cedran lean closer to try and hear her. “…will suffer divine retribution.”

Cedran blinked at her words in absolute confusion. “What? Divine retribution? But we follow the teachings of the Six Great Gods.”

A few of the other Black Scripture members were coming over to see what was going on.

The Captain of the Black Scripture knelt down to be at eye level with Thousand Leagues Astrologer. “What’s going on? Did you have another premonition?”

Thousand Leagues Astrologer looked at the Captain with eyes that were filled with a strange mix of disbelief and resignation. “It’s too late…”

The rest of the Black Scripture all looked at her, unable to understand what she was saying. They’d left the capital just a few days ago to help Cedran and Beaumarchais recover their strength that was lost from being resurrected. They’d been training and fighting whatever Monsters they ran across the entire time and hadn’t received any messages or calls to return from the capital.

None of them would believe what had happened when they did receive such a message.

-Slane Theocracy ~ Capital City ~ Silksuntecks-

Momonga stepped out of the gate and spread his wings immediately. He fell only a few meters before a single flap of his wings raised him back up to the point where the [Gate] had been. His pure white wing and pure black wing both shone brilliantly in the sunlight of the late morning.

He was high above the capital, looking down from on high. Momonga focused, comparing the city to the map he had of the place as he glided on the breeze towards his target. It was close enough to several important and large buildings that Momonga honestly hadn’t bothered to learn the names of. Such things didn’t matter to him in the slightest. As he slowly descended, he felt the [Repel Undeath] barrier as he passed through it, but as he wasn’t Undead, it had no effect on him.

Momonga flapped his wings once to catch himself in the air. Another flap and he was hovering over his target, the Black Scripture Headquarters. The buildings around the rather non-descript building would definitely be damaged by what he was about to do, but that was simply a small amount of collateral damage for him to punish those that had attacked Nazarick first. “Let’s begin.”

With a single spell, Momonga began his retaliation against the Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy. “[Piercing Cacophonous].” The spell was a buff-type spell meant to empower sound-based spells in YGGDRASIL, but after some testing, Momonga found out that it also amplified his voice to ridiculous levels when he didn’t use a sound-based spell after it. “Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy, hear my words!” The sound of Momonga’s voice was comparable to the rumble of powerful thunder. People all over the city looked around in confusion before eventually looking up and seeing the winged being high in the air. “I warned soldiers of the Theocracy once before, not to make trouble for me! I told you that I would bring DEATH to your country if you did!” The common people looked confused and terrified at what the obviously powerful being was saying. “You’ve attacked one of my own and for that you will know divine retribution!”

Soldiers, Priests, Clerics and other religious and military people were all rushing to get into their positions and repel this threat that had seemingly come out of nowhere. Archangel Flames were being summoned, soldiers were forming ranks and taking up positions with bows, crossbows, and even ballistae, spells were being chanted.

‘It seems most fitting to use this spell, given its name and that I’m declaring this divine retribution.’ Momonga thought to himself as he raised his right hand into the air above him. “[Sodom’s Fire and Brimstone]!!!” Momonga cast the most powerful AOE fire spell that he had, boosted by his Elementalist (Fire), it easily reached the peak of a Tenth Tier spell.

The air above Momonga’s hand swirled and rippled in a heat haze before turning red and black as flames and thick, black clouds of ashes poured forth. The commonfolk below screamed as the sky was quickly covered by the widening spell, blocking out the once peaceful white clouds that had been drifting lazily above the city. As the commers fled in terror and panic, the soldiers fired their ballistae, crossbows, and bows at the airborne Momonga. All of the summoned Archangel Flames flew upwards as fast as they could, their flaming swords drawn and ready to attack. A myriad of differently colored spells all shot into the air towards the airborne threat.

Unfortunately for the soldiers, the arrows and bolts couldn’t reach Momonga with how high up he was. It was the same for most of the spells, as their range was exceeded and they dispersed. The Archangel Flames had the best chance of being within range of their summoner’s control, but that quickly amounted to nothing.

From the burning ash clouds and flames that filled the sky, a pillar of fire so hot and bright that it nearly blinded everyone looking in its direction rocketed toward the earth. The Archangel Flames that had been rushing towards Momonga vanished instantly the second they got within dozens of meters of the falling spell. The pillar of flames slammed down onto its intended target unerringly. The headquarters of the Black Scripture vanished into ashes as wood, glass, stone, and metals were incinerated instantaneously.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The blast temporarily deafened anyone within a few hundred meters of the impact site. The shockwave shattered windows and shook buildings. Soldiers fell to the ground as the land shook, several of them screaming as superheated air rushed throughout the area and burned their exposed skin. Wooden objects smoked and then burst into flames from the heat of being too close to the spell. Glass that had shattered liquified and became orange molten droplets that splattered everywhere. Stone was scorched black from the flames and the buildings that were too close to the Black Scripture Headquarters turned bright red as they began to melt and become molten rock.

The Priests and Clerics that had been stationed to defend the Black Scripture’s Headquarters while they were away had suffered the least, having turned to ashes before they could even register pain. The soldiers, Priests, and Clerics that had been caught in the blast range were still alive, but severely burned, temporarily blind and deaf, and screamed in agony to be saved.

As the pillar of flames vanished, the Black Scripture Headquarters was not only gone, but the earth beneath where it had stood was nothing more than a crater filled with molten rock. The buildings nearby had parts that were slowly dripping downwards to the ground in a semi-liquid state, glowing red between the cooler parts of the stone that had turned black already. Every window was shattered, including the large stained glass windows of the huge building close to where the Black Scripture Headquarters had been. The molten glass had started more than a few fires within several of these important-looking buildings. That wasn’t even counting all of the fires that were crackling and spreading from every piece of wood simultaneously combusting from the heat of Momonga’s spell.

“I do not punish those that have not harmed my own.” Momonga spoke loudly through his buff-spell to be heard over the screaming and panic of Silksuntecks below. “The Black Scripture bears the weight of their actions against me! The consequences of those actions have injured others and cost lives! If you attack my own ever again, I will bring divine retribution down upon you once more! Hear my words and understand them!”

Momonga canceled his buff-spell and opened a [Gate] which he disappeared through in an instant. To those that could just barely see, or those that were seeing from far away, it looked as if the winged being had simply disappeared as if he was never there.

The sheer coincidence that the Black Scripture had been out of the capital at the time was the only thing that saved them. Healers rushed to save those that could be saved, the city was in near chaos after the ‘divine retribution’ that had befallen them. The Pontifex Maximus and the entire Supreme Executive Council were eventually brought out of their respective safe bunkers to examine the damage to the capital. For such an immense and powerful spell, it had been remarkably focused on solely the small area where the Black Scripture Headquarters had been. Everything was lost, of course, but the small chance of something like this happening is why the Sanctum Sanctorum, where the relics of the Six Great Gods were safely locked away, was not located near the Black Scripture Headquarters, despite the ‘Extra Seat’ being the guard of said Sanctum. Once the fires were under control, the Pontifex Maximus and the Supreme Executive Council secluded themselves within the ‘Innermost Room’ the most sacred meeting place in the Slane Theocracy, to discuss what had happened and what to do going forward.

-Nazarick ~ Ninth Floor ~ Bar-

“Hah…” Shalltear sighed morosely after chugging an entire large glass of alcohol. “This barely has me drunk at all…”

The bartender, a Myconid (Humanoid Mushroom), with a head that perfectly matched the cap of a Devil’s Tooth mushroom meaning that he had no eyes, nose or facial features of any kind, stopped cleaning the glass in his almost tentacle-like hands. “Given your resistance to poisons, this may be a futile endeavor.”

“Grrr!” Shalltear growled at the bartender. “Shut up, Clavu!”

Clavu immediately ‘corrected’ himself. “But what do I know? You did chug it down. Why not retire for the day, my lady?”

Shalltear dropped her face onto her arm atop the bar. “No! I don’t want to go back yet…” She moped.

“Very well.” Clavu acquiesced as he returned to cleaning the glass in his hands.

The bell over the door rung, getting the Myconid’s attention.

“Welcome.” Clavu greeted his newest ‘customers’. A humanoid in a suit (called a ‘Manservant’ within Nazarick) with a mask vaguely reminiscent of a penguin covering their entire head. And the one that the Manservant was carrying in his arms, a rockhopper penguin wearing a bowtie.

“Yo, Piki!” The penguin greeted as he was sat down by the masked Manservant on the bar stool next to Shalltear’s. The nickname for Clavu was based on the scientific name of the Devil’s Tooth mushroom: Hydnellum Peckii. Not that either of them knew that as it was a joke from their creators among the Forty-One Supreme Beings.

Clavu nodded at the penguin. “What will you have, Mr. Éclair?”

“The usual.” Éclair said with a wave of his flipper-like wing.

“Very good,” Clavu quickly went to work, showing rather impressive skills as a mixologist. In a very short time he set a tall wine glass on the bar top. “My original cocktail, a ‘Nazarick’.” The drink had nine different colored layers and was garnished with an orange slice.

Éclair turned to Shalltear and made to push the drink over to her. “For you, my Lady. To perk you up.” He pushed the glass, but instead of sliding, the glass tipped over and spilled on the bar. “Ack!”

Clavu picked up the glass and quickly wiped up the mess before it could spread. “Perhaps you should keep your flippers to yourself?” The Myconid suggested, his tone clearly indicated that he was annoyed. If there was one thing that Clavu detested, it was ill-mannered people in his bar.

“Terribly sorry… It won’t happen again.” Éclair hung his head in embarrassment as he apologized.

Shalltear raised her head and saw who had sat beside her. “Well, if it isn’t the Assistant Butler, Éclair.” She gave what had to be the weakest smile ever.

Éclair looked at Shalltear with some concern, seeing the slight bags under the vampire’s eyes. “Is something the matter? Not to be rude, but you don’t look well, my Lady.”

“Oh, you know, no big deal… I just managed to fail in the worst way possible.” Shalltear said before looking off to the side. “That’s why I’m escaping into alcohol. Like any godforsaken Floor Guardian should.”

Éclair looked at Clavu for clarification, not sure what Shalltear meant.

“No idea.” Clavu shrugged.

As regular members of Nazarick, they weren’t always privy to everything that was happening outside of the Great Tomb.

Shalltear held her head in her hands. “Momonga, my beloved Lord, how could I do that to you?!”

The bell above the door rang again as someone else entered the bar.

“Welcome…” Clavu’s greeting trailed off as he saw Lord Momonga himself in his bar. “Lord Momonga, I hope you are well this day!” He bowed at the waist, almost hitting his head on the bar top.

“Lord Momonga, wonderful to see you, as always!” Éclair almost fell off the bar stool as he bowed to the Supreme One, only his flipper on top of the bar prevented him from toppling over.

“L-Lord Momonga…” Shalltear straightened up as she saw her beloved Lord.

Momonga nodded to Clavu and Éclair. “I won’t be long.” He stopped before Shalltear and looked into her tired, blood-red eyes. “Shalltear, I have delivered retribution upon those that dared to use a World Item upon you.” He told her first and foremost.

Shalltear looked up at him in surprise. “You have, my Lord?” She hadn’t known anything about it.

To be fair, only Albedo had actually known anything before Momonga had gone off to exact vengeance for Shalltear.

“Yes.” Momonga nodded as he looked into her eyes, the ever-changing colors of his own were rich with warm colors, though an occasional darker color began to appear as his concern for her grew after seeing her current state. “So, no more of this excessive drinking, please.” He gently took her hands in his. “I will decide on a punishment for you soon, something that I believe is commiserate with your folly. I promise you that.” He didn’t blame her in the slightest, but Albedo seemed to be correct that Shalltear needed it to fully move past this incident.

“Thank you, my Lord.” Shalltear had small tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’ll accept any punishment, anything at all, to finally feel like I’ve made up for my unforgivable mistake.”

To everyone’s surprise, Momonga kissed the top of Shalltear’s head to soothe her. “Until I decide on that punishment, you must take care of yourself and continue to fulfill your duties as a Floor Guardian.”

“Y-Yes…Lord M-Momonga…” Shalltear blushed at the affection.

Stunning everyone, Momonga picked Shalltear up and then held her in a bridal carry. “Good, then we’ll get you taken care of and cleaned up now, and then you’ll sleep. Starting tomorrow, I want you to report to me every morning so that I know you’re alright.” He carried her out of the bar, the Manservant opening the door for him as was proper.

The last thing Shalltear heard from the bar before the door closed again was Clavu and Éclair speaking.

“It seems she’s not godforsaken at all.” Éclair said, a note of shock in his voice.

“Yes, she seems rather beloved, in fact.” Clavu replied with a chuckle in his tone.

Shalltear looked up at Momonga and the Primordial Deity looked down at her as he carried her through Nazarick. Shalltear wanted to look away, not feeling like she deserved any of this, but Momonga’s ever-changing eyes were almost mesmerizing to her. “My Lord…”

Momonga softly kissed her forehead, cutting off whatever Shalltear was going to say. “It’s alright, Shalltear.”

The vampire felt her face get hot, which only ever happened around Momonga. When a vampire ever talked about their heart ‘beating’ or ‘skipping a beat’, it was in relation to their heart actually approaching human levels of activity. A vampire’s heart didn’t beat in the same way as a humans. Even if someone was checking their pulse, they’d never feel the slight movement of the blood in their veins, that was how little their circulatory system need to work to keep them functioning at one-hundred percent.

‘But my beloved Lord Momonga can always make my heart flutter.’ Shalltear thought to herself as she nearly buried her face into his chest to hide her red cheeks.

When Momonga took her to his bedroom, Shalltear nearly panicked. But her worries of not being in anyway worthy of his ‘love’ right now evaporated when he carried her to the bathroom and handed her over to Yuri Alpha and Narberal Gamma. The two Pleiades maids took their time to thoroughly wash and pamper Shalltear, cleaning her long, flowing silver hair and every part of her body. She was dried off and then wrapped in a warm and fluffy bathrobe that covered her from her neck to just above her ankles. When she stepped back into Momonga’s bedroom, her beloved Lord gently swept her off her feet again and laid her in his bed.

“M-My Lord?” Shalltear asked, wondering if something she’d long fantasized about was going to happen.

“Shhh…” Momonga tucked Shalltear in and kissed her forehead. “Sleep now, Shalltear. Today is about rest. Tomorrow is about getting back to normal. And soon, we’ll put all of this behind us. I’ll give you an appropriate punishment. In return, you must forgive yourself.”

“Yes, Lord Momonga…” Shalltear had never felt so adored and cared for in her life. Only her blessed creator, Peroroncino had showered her with so much love and affection before, though it was clearly more ‘paternal’ in his case. But being surrounded by her beloved Momonga’s scent, having him comfort and care for her like this…she felt herself drifting off with a little smile on her lips for the first time since the incident of her brainwashing.

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Cuddles and care for Shalltear! The deadly, vicious little vampire needs them!

Man, Murayama really makes you feel for these literal monsters, doesn’t he?

Momonga keeps his promises! The Slane Theocracy, more specifically the Black Scripture, was given retribution for their attack on Shalltear! He doesn’t give a damn if it was on purpose or not! Unimportant details!

The Theocracy better watch their fucking steps from now on!

Albedo is pouty about being interrupted before she and Momonga could have some ‘stress relief’ again! Kek!

As Momon, he’s also slain the Basilisk and gotten more fame and credit added to his name! Not to mention the money that’s about to come in from the Quest and the sale of the various parts! Also, the fact that Nazarick gets a new defender in the form of a Skull Basilisk! That should come into play at some point. Glances ahead to a certain part of the story

What’s next for Momonga and Nazarick?

Keep reading to find out!

Until I get your reviews, later!