The Undead King

Interlude

The pressure that almost pushed their head into the ground, suddenly disappeared without a trance. Even though everyone knew that the master they worshiped had already left, nobody stood up. After a while, someone let out a sigh of relief, and the tension was finally released. The first one to stand up was Albedo and although her white dress had dirt on it, she did not pay it any mind and just dusted it off. After seeing Albedo standing up, everyone silently followed suit.

“Si-, Sister, that was scary..”

“Yeah, I thought I would be crushed”

“As expected of Momonga-sama, even towards us Guardians, he would have such a huge effect.”

“Although I knew he’s a supreme being and was stronger than all of us, I did not expect it to be to this extent.”

The Guardians all started talking about Momonga’s impression.

The pressure that all the Guardians felt was actually the aura Momonga was emitting.

Desperation aura. In addition to the Terror effect, it is also able to reduce the stats of a player. Normally it should not affect level 100 NPCs, but due to the blessing received inside Ainz Ooal Gown, the effect became even stronger.

“That is Momonga-sama displaying his true ability as a ruler.”

“Yeah, before we announced ourselves Momonga-sama did not reveal his true abilities, but once we assumed our roles as guardians, he displayed just a fraction of his true powers.”

“In response to our loyalty, Momonga-sama will show a true ruler’s strength.”

“Indeed.”

“When he was together with us, he did not let out his aura. Momonga-sama is really thoughtful, when he saw that we were thirsty, he took out something for us to drink.”

Because of Aura's words, a sudden tension fills the room. Albedo was the most affected, her hands constantly trembling, feeling as if her nails would split her gloves.

Slightly shaking, Mare widened his eyes:

“Th-, that is the true strength of the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, truly amazing!”

The atmosphere of the room instantly changed.

“Absolutely correct. Responding to our thoughts and showing his power as a ruler… As expected of our creator. Standing at the top of the 41 Creators, but also to be the only one to stay until the end, our compassionate master.”

Listening to Albedo’s speech, all the guardians showed expressions of worship. While Mare just had a look of relief on his face.

Nothing would be able to make them happier than witnessing the true power of the 41 creators who created them and who they swore to serve with absolute loyalty.

Not just the Guardians, but any creature that was created by a superior being, their greatest joy would be to assist their creator, then finally receive his honest recognition.

It is a fundamental truth.

To those whose original purpose was to serve their creator, this could not make them more happy. Breaking the pleasant and relaxing atmosphere, Sebas spoke:

“Then I will take my leave, although I do not know where Momonga-sama has went, it is only natural that I go to his side.”

Even though Albedo showed an expression of envy, she suppressed that emotion and answered:

“Of course Sebas. Serve Momonga-sama properly and do not disrespect him. If any situation arises come back and report to me. Especially if Momonga-sama calls for me, drop any other matters and immediately report back to me!—”

Hearing those words, Demiurge showed a troubled expression.

“… If Momonga-sama wishes to summon me to the bedroom, please tell him that I require a bit of time to properly prepare myself. However, it is also fine if he wants me to immediately proceed to his room. My body is always kept in perfect condition and I always selected the best of clothes, so as to respond quickly to Momonga-sama’s calls. In short, I place Momonga-sama’s summons as a top priority—”

“──── I understand, Albedo. However I must take my leave, wasting anymore time here would be rude to Momonga-sama. Therefore to the rest of the Guardians, I will take my leave.”

Having said that, Sebas took quick steps and left the Arena, leaving before Albedo could say anything else.

“Anyways… It sure is quiet. What happened to you Shalltear?”

Hearing Demiurge, the rest of the Guardians look at Shalltear, only to realise her still kneeling on the floor.

“What’s wrong, Shalltear?”

Shalltear slowly lifted her head in response.

Misty eyed and looking as though she just woke up.

“…. What happened?”

“After feeling Momonga-sama’s imposing attitude, I couldn’t help but feel… Excited down there”

Silence.

Everyone did not know what to say. All of the Guardians knew that the one with the most sexual fetishes among them is Shalltear, one of which was necrophilia, thus they could only slap their foreheads in disbelief. However, Mare did not understand the situation and was confused. There was another person among the Guardians who did not want to let matters rest.

That would be Albedo. With jealous feelings Albedo exclaimed:

“This slut.”

Hearing those words of hostility, Shalltear raised her head to reveal a flirtatious smile:

“Ah? Having felt the power of our one most powerful master, Momonga-sama, is truly rewarding. Those who didn’t get wet are those with the problem. Don’t tell me you are just acting innocent and did not feel any lust? You big mouthed big mouth gorilla.”

“…. You Lampetra.”

The two of them stared at each other. Although the surrounding Guardians knew that they would not start exchanging blows, they still stared with eyes full of anxiety.

“The creator was the one who determined my likeness, towards my own appearance I have no complaints.”

“It is the same for me.”

Shalltear slowly raised herself, and the both of them slowly walked towards each other. Never breaking eye contact until both of them stood in front of each other.

“Don’t think that since you are the one in charge of the Guardians that you can stay beside Momonga-sama and think you have won. If you really think that way then everyone would laugh their teeth off.”

“Ah. Of course, once you’ve been exiled to a far border, then I will take the opportunity to obtain complete victory.”

“…. What is this complete victory, teach me, O’ great leader-sama.”

“As a slut, you should be very clear on what that means.”

Although the two of them were intensely insulting one another, they never broke eye contact. They just blankly stared at each other.

Snap! Albedo threateningly unfolded her wings. Not to be outdone, Shalltear began to emit a black mist.

“Ah— Aura, problems with women should be left to women to resolve. If anything happens, I will come down to stop it, during that time please come and find me.”

“Wait a minute, Demiurge! You plan to leave this to me?”

Waving his hand, Demiurge left the two of them behind. Cocytus and Mare also left, since no one wanted to be involved in this.

“Really… Is there any need to quarrel?”

“I myself am very interested in the results.”

“What results, Demiurge?”

“The results determining the military strength and future of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.”

“What do you mean Demiurge?”

“Well…”

Thinking about his answer to Mare. He had a passing thought of wanting to impart some adult knowledge to the naive Mare, but decided against it.

Although Demiurge was of the Demon race, which was thought to be both cruel and cold, that would only apply to those demons found outside of Nazarick. As for the ones created by the 41 Creators, Demiurge was loyal to them and thought of them as important companions.

“Great rulers require heirs right? Even though Momonga-sama stayed until the end, if there comes a day where he loses interest in us, he will leave us like the rest of his companions. At that time it is important to leave an heir for us to pledge loyalty to.”

“Of course. But who is Momonga-sama’s heir?”

“That type of thinking would be too disrespectful. Our duty is to ensure that we protect Momonga-sama such that he is able to properly continue to stay here, and to avoid any kind of unfortunate incidents right?”

Demiurge interrupted Cocytus:

“Of course I understand Cocytus. However do you not want Momonga-sama to leave an heir behind for us to pledge loyalty to?”

“Well… I really would love to be able to pledge my loyalty to his heir…”

An image of Momonga’s heir floated into the head of Cocytus.

Not only that, teaching him swordsmanship in order to protect himself, listening to the orders of a grown up young master.

“…Ah, thats really great. A really beautiful scene… Sensei… Sensei…”

Seeing Cocytus enjoying himself, imagining turning into a successful Sensei to Momonga’s heir, Demiurge could not take it from him and looked away from him:

“In addition, regarding the plan to strengthen Nazarick, I am also very interested. I want to know how far our kids can go. How about it Mare, you want to have children?”

“Uh? Huh?”

“However, that is impossible without a partner… If you find any humans, dark elves or wood elves, could you please capture them?”

“Eh? Ehhh?” Mare briefly nodded: “I-, if this helps Momonga-sama…. Then I will do it. But how are children born?”

“Well, when it comes to that time I will teach you. If you decide to experiment on your own, Momonga-sama will probably scold you. Due to maintaining the Great Tomb of Nazarick’s operating cost, it should be better if we try to maintain the balance first.”

“Th-, that is correct. I heard that the servants underneath are spawned using a very precise calculation… If I just randomly increase the amount I might get scolded. I-, I don’t want to be scolded by Momonga-sama….”

“I also do not want to incur his wrath…. If only we could set up a ranch on the outside of Nazarick…”

Thinking about it, Demiurge asked Mare a question which no one had teased him about before:

“Come to think of it, Mare, why do you dress like a girl?”

Hearing Demiurge, Mare pulled on his skirt in an attempt to cover his legs.

“This is because of Simmering Teapot-sama. She said this is called ‘a trap’, I am very sure of it.”

“Ah… So it Simmering Teapot-sama’s idea. Well with your body it should be no problem… But do youngsters usually dress like this?”

“Th-, that I’m not too sure.”

Although the 41 Creators are no longer present, they had no choice but to obediently follow their commands. In fact, in all of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Mare’s clothes are actually the most proper, and only someone of equal rank and status to the creators are able to change his dress.

“… Then we should talk to Momonga-sama about this. Perhaps we can make all the youngster dress like this… Cocytus should be almost be done with his fantasies.”

Hearing the words of his colleague, Cocytus showed a smile full of satisfaction.

“What a beautiful scene… Truly a beautiful sight.”

“I see, that is great…. Are Albedo and Shalltear still arguing?”

Still glaring at each other, the one to answer Demiurge was the tired Aura:

“They… Were already done. But now they are arguing about…

The problem about who is the legal wife.”

“For the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick to have only one concubine would be strange. The only problem is who is qualified to be the legal wife…”

“… Although this interesting, we should discuss it at another time. Alright, Albedo shouldn’t you give us your orders? There are still many problems to address.”

“Yes, you’re right. We must quickly organise ourselves. Shalltear, let us postpone our discussion right now since we have more pressing matters at hand.”

“I have no objections, Albedo. This matter will surely take a long time to discuss.”

“Very well. Then I will start the development of the next plan.”

Seeing her resume her role as the person in charge, the Guardians all bowed their head in salute, but did not kneel.

Even though they pay respect to Albedo as their commander, they will not kneel to her. During the creation of the Guardians, the 41 creators ranked Albedo the highest and gave her command over all the other Guardians. As long as she is the one in charge, every Guardian will comply with her orders and show her the courtesy of saluting her. Albedo doesn’t mind this kind of treatment since she believes this is the proper way.

“First of all───”