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nOverlord Volume 1 Prologue & Chapter 1

nPrologue

nThe knight in full plate armor stood before the girl and her little sister, his sword raised high.

nHis blade gleamed in the sun, and he poised himself, ready to end their lives in a single merciful stroke.

nThe girl squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bit her lower lip. She had never asked for this. She had been forced into her present circumstances. If only she had some strength, she might have resisted the enemy in front of her and fled.

nHowever — the girl did not have that strength.

nThus, there could only be one outcome to this situation.

nThat would be the girl’s death, at this very place.

nThe longsword fell—

n—and yet there was no pain.

nThe girl gingerly opened the eyes which had been squeezed shut.

nThe first thing she saw was the suddenly motionless longsword.

nThen, she saw the sword’s owner.

nThe knight in front of her was frozen in place, his eyes looking somewhere off to the girl’s side. His completely defenseless posture clearly displayed the fear that filled him.

nAs though drawn by the knight’s gaze, the girl could not help but turn and look in the same direction as him.

nAnd so — the girl gazed upon despair.

nWhat she saw was darkness.

nIt was an infinitesimally thin, yet unfathomably deep blackness. It was a half-oval of obsidian that seemed to protrude from the earth. It was a mysterious sight that filled the ones watching it with a powerful sense of unease.

nWas it a door?

nThe girl could not help but think so after she saw what lay before her.

nAs her heart lurched, the girl’s conjecture was confirmed.

nSomething seemed to be coming out of that shadowy passage.

nAnd in the moment that it resolved itself in her eyes—

n“Hiiiiiiii!”

n—a deafening shriek came from the girl.

nIt was an opponent which humanity could not overcome.

nTwin points of crimson light burned brightly within the empty eye sockets of a bleached skull. Those two points of light coldly scanned the girl and the others present, like a predator sizing up its prey. Within its fleshless hands it grasped a magic staff that seemed divine in nature, yet inspired dread in equal measure. It was like a crystallization of all the beauty in the world.

nIt wore an intricately detailed black robe, and it resembled nothing so much as an incarnation of death, born from the darkness of another world.

nIn an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

nIt was as though time itself had stood still in the wake of a Supreme Being’s advent.

nThe girl forgot to breathe, as if the sight had stolen her soul away.

nThen, in this silent realm, the girl began choking, and gasped for air.

nThis avatar of death must have manifested itself in order to guide her to the land of the dead. It was only natural to think so. But then, the girl who thought this way suddenly realized that something was wrong. That was because the knight who had been planning to kill her from behind was now completely still.

n“Gaaah…”

nA cry that sounded like a wail crept into her ears.

nFrom whose mouth had that sound come? It felt like it could have come from hers, or that of her little sister, shivering in fright, or from the mouth of the knight that had been about to kill her.

nA skeletal hand slowly extended itself — its fingers spreading as though reaching for something, and they moved past the girl, toward the knight behind her.

nShe wanted to look away from it, but fear kept her gaze in place. She had the feeling that if she averted her eyes, she would see a far more horrible sight instead.

n“「Grasp Heart」.”

nThe incarnation of death clenched its fist, and the girl heard the sound of crunching metal from behind her.

nThough she was afraid to take her eyes away from the figure of death, curiosity got the better of her and the girl wrenched her eyes away, whereupon saw the body of the knight. He was sprawled motionless on the ground, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

nHe was dead.

nThere was no doubt that he was dead.

nThe danger that had almost claimed the girl was no more. But this was no cause for celebration. The death that stalked her had merely taken a more concrete shape.

nThat death drew close to the girl, who watched it with terrified eyes.

nThe darkness in her field of vision grew ever larger.

nIt’s going to swallow me up.

nAs the girl thought this, she clutched her sister tightly to herself.

nThe notion of escape no longer existed within the girl’s head.

nIf her opponent were human, she might be able to cling to some faint hope and struggle desperately for her life. But the being before her shattered that hope like spun glass.

nPlease, at least let me die without pain.

nThat was all the girl could hope for.

nHer shuddering sister hugged her tightly. All she could do was apologize for her weakness, for being unable to protect her sister’s life. She prayed that her sister would not be lonely as they went on to the afterlife, because they would be travelling there together.

nAnd then—

nThe End and the Beginning

nPart 1

nIn the year 2138 AD there was a term: DMMO-RPG.

nThat word was an acronym for “Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game”.

nThese games were played by connecting a dedicated console to the brain via a neuronal nano-interface — an intracerebral nanocomputer network, created from the fusion of cyber- and nanotechnology.

nThese were games that allowed one to enter a virtual world and experience it as though it were real life.

nAnd among the myriad DMMO-RPGs that thronged the market, one of them stood head and shoulders above the others:

nYGGDRASIL.

nThis game had been painstakingly developed and released twelve years ago, in 2126.

nCompared to other DMMO-RPGs of the time, YGGDRASIL’s selling point was “player freedom”.

nIt had over two thousand basic and advanced job classes.

nEvery class had a maximum of fifteen levels, and so in order to reach the overall level cap of one hundred, one would need to take at least seven different classes. However, players could take as many classes as they wanted as long as they met each class’s prerequisites. A player could even take a hundred classes at level one each, although that was very inefficient. As such, in this system, it was virtually impossible to make identical characters unless one was deliberately trying to do so.

nIn addition, one could use various creator tools (sold separately) to fully customize one’s armor, weaponry, flavor text, appearance, and other cosmetic settings.

nA vast playing field awaited its players. There were nine worlds in total: Asgard, Alfheim, Vanaheim, Nidavellir, Midgard, Jotunheim, Niflheim, Helheim, and Muspelheim.

nIt boasted a massive world, numerous classes, and freely customizable appearances.

nThese features ignited the creative spirits of its Japanese players, and sparked what would later be known as a stylistic revolution. So popular was it that whenever the word “DMMO-RPG” was mentioned in Japan, listeners would immediately think of YGGDRASIL.

n—Still, all these were things of the past now.

n♦ ♦ ♦

nA gigantic table carved of gleaming black stone sat in the center of the room, surrounded by forty one luxurious chairs.

nHowever, most of those seats were empty.

nOnce, every single place had been filled, but now only two were occupied.

nOne of the seated people was clothed in a magnificent black academic robe, edged in violet and gold. The collar seemed excessively gaudy, but somehow it fit the overall design.

nHowever, the exposed head was a bare skull. Points of dark red light glowed in its large eye sockets, and behind that skull glowed a halo of black radiance.

nThe being in the other seat was not human either, merely a mass of a black, sticky substance. Its tar-like surface roiled and writhed continuously, never staying in the same shape for more than a second.

nThe former was an Overlord — the highest-ranked of those magic casters who had become undead in order to learn the most potent spells. The latter was an Elder Black Ooze, which boasted the most powerful corrosive ability of the slime families.

nOne might encounter these monsters in the most difficult dungeons. Overlords could use powerful spells of the highest tiers of magic, while Elder Black Oozes were dreaded for their ability to degrade weapons and armor.

nHowever, they were not game monsters, but players.

nIn YGGDRASIL, players could choose their character races from three broad groups; humanoid, demihuman and heteromorphic.

nHumanoids were the basic player type and comprised humans, dwarves, wood elves, and the like. Demihumans tended to be ugly, but possessed superior attributes to humanoids. Examples of demihumans were goblins, beastmen, ogres, and so on. Finally, heteromorphic races had monstrous abilities, but despite their stats being generally higher than those of other races, they also possessed various drawbacks. There were around seven hundred playable races in total, including the advanced versions of these races.

nNaturally, the Overlord and Elder Black Ooze were among the high-tier heteromorphic races that were playable.

nThe Overlord — who was speaking at the moment — did not move his mouth. That was because even the most advanced DMMO-RPGs of the time still could not overcome the technological hurdle of properly modelling the changes on a character’s face in response to emotions and speech.

n“It’s really been a while, Herohero-san. Although this is the last day of YGGDRASIL, I didn’t expect you to show up.”

n“Indeed it has, Momonga-san.”

nThe two of them spoke with the voices of grown men, but compared to the voice of the former, the latter’s words lacked force, or perhaps it could be said that they lacked energy.

n“You stopped coming online after you changed your job IRL, so how long has it been… about two years?”

n“Ah — seems about right — wah, it’s been so long… this is bad. I’ve been doing so much overtime recently that my sense of time is starting to go weird.”

n“That’s really bad, right? Are you okay?”

n“My body? Well, it’s a mess. I haven’t had to see a doctor yet, but I’m almost there, it’s really bad. A lot of times, I feel like I want to run away from it all, but then I think about how I need money to live and then I go back to work like a whipped slave.”

n“Uwah—”

nThe Overlord — Momonga — lowered his head in an “I can’t take it” gesture.

n“That’s terrible.”

nAs though following up on Momonga’s comment, Herohero delivered a grim monologue, his words laced with an unimaginable reality.

nThe two of them griped loudly about the foolishness they encountered in their working lives.

nSubordinates who did not know how to report, communicate, and discuss things, spreadsheets that changed by the day, scoldings by their superiors for not meeting various KPIs, working late every day until they could not go home, gaining weight because of their irregular lifestyles, and the increasing amounts of medicine they had to take every day.

nHerohero’s grievances burst forth like a broken dam, and Momonga lent his ear to him.

nA lot of people were averse to discussing reality in a virtual world. It was fairly normal for people to not want to talk about their offline lives in a game.

nHowever, this was not so for the two of them.

nThe guild they belonged to — a group that was founded and managed by players. Ainz Ooal Gown — had two conditions that each of its members had to fulfill. The first was that everyone had to be a working member of society. The other was that they had to play heteromorphic characters.

nBecause of these rules, the topics they discussed often revolved around their jobs in the real world. Any member of the guild would field these questions and, as such, the conversation between the two could be considered standard fare for the guild.

nAfter about ten minutes, the torrent of words that flowed from Herohero dwindled to a trickle.

n“…I’m sorry for making you listen to my whining. I can’t complain much IRL.”

nThe place corresponding to Herohero’s head seemed to sway, as though he were bowing in apology. Thus, Momonga replied:

n“Don’t worry about it, Herohero-san. I made you come online despite you being busy, so listening to your complaints is only expected. I’ll hear you out, no matter how many you have.”

nHerohero seemed to have recovered some of his old energy, and with a somewhat more energetic laugh, he replied:

n“Ah, I’m grateful for that, Momonga-san. I’m glad I could meet a friend after signing on.”

n“I’m very happy to hear you say that too.”

n“…Although it’s about time for me to log off.”

nHerohero’s tentacle waggled in mid-air, as though he were operating something. Indeed, he was operating a menu.

n“You’re right, it is getting pretty late…”

n“I’m sorry about this, Momonga-san.”

nMomonga sighed gently, as though he didn’t want Herohero to sense the regret in his heart.

n“Well, if it’s like that, then it’s a shame… time flies so fast when you’re having fun.”

n“I really did want to stay with you to the end, but I’m about to fall asleep.”

n“Ah — well, you do sound pretty tired. Then, you should log out soon and have a good rest.”

n“I’m really sorry… Momonga-san. Although, how long do you plan to stay, Guild Leader?”

n“I intended to stay on until I was automatically logged out once the servers shut down. Since it’s still a ways off, maybe someone might come by in the meantime.”

n“Is that so… still, I really didn’t expect this place to be so well preserved.”

nAt this moment, Momonga was grateful that he had no way to show his expressions. If he did, Herohero would probably have seen his face twist up. Even then, his voice would betray how he truly felt, so Momonga kept quiet, in order to suppress the feelings surging up within him.

nHe had worked hard to maintain the guild precisely because he had built it up along with everyone else, but hearing words like these from one of his guild members sparked a mix of complicated emotions in his heart. However, these feelings dispersed like mist as Herohero continued.

n“Momonga-san, you must have kept the guild going as its leader so we could come back to it at any time. Thank you very much.”

n“…It was a guild built by everyone, so it’s my job as guildmaster to keep things going so that the members can come back at any time.”

n“Yes. We had fun with the game because you were our guildmaster, Momonga-san… I hope that when we meet again, it’ll be in YGGDRASIL II.”

n“I haven’t heard anything about a second game… but like you said, I’d be glad if we could meet like that.”

n“I’ll look forward to it! I’m having trouble staying awake… I think I’ll log off first. I’m glad I could meet you in the end. Goodnight.”

n“…”

nMomonga wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a moment, and then he spoke:

n“I was very happy to meet you too. Goodnight.”

nA smiley appeared near Herohero’s head. Since characters in YGGDRASIL could not express emotions through their facial expressions, they used emoticons instead.

nMomonga worked his control interface, and produced a similar smiley.

nHerohero’s last words were, “Let’s meet up again somewhere.”

n—And so, the last of the three guild members to come online tonight vanished.

nSilence descended once more — it was as though nobody had ever been here in the first place. Nothing was left behind.

nMomonga looked at the place where Herohero had been sitting, and he muttered the words he wanted to say.

n“Today’s the last day of the game, I know you’re tired, but we’ll never have a chance like this again, why don’t we stay together until the end—”

nOf course, there was no response, because Herohero had already returned to reality.

n“Haahh.”

nMomonga’s sigh came from the bottom of his heart.

nIn the end, it was better that it had remained unsaid.

nDuring their brief exchange, he could already tell how tired Herohero was from the sound of his voice. Still, despite his fatigue, Herohero had still responded to the e-mail he had sent, and logged on for the last day of YGGDRASIL before it closed down. He should have been grateful enough for that. Asking him to stay on would not just have been a matter of being thick-skinned, but actively causing him trouble.

nMomonga stared at the seat Herohero had occupied until just now, and then turned to look at the other thirty nine seats. Those were the places where his old comrades had once sat. After going a circle around the table, Momonga returned his eyes to Herohero’s place.

n“Let’s meet up again somewhere… huh.”

nLet’s meet up again somewhere.

nSee you again.

nHe had heard these words several times before, but they had never come true.

nNobody had ever returned to YGGDRASIL.

n“When and where will we meet again—”

nMomonga’s shoulders shook violently, and the words he could no longer hold back exploded forth:

n“—Are you kidding me!?”

nHe pounded the table as he shouted.

nThe YGGDRASIL system registered this action as an attack, and began the complex calculations of Momonga’s barehanded attack strength against the table’s defensive strength to determine the final total of damage inflicted. In the end, the area Momonga had struck emitted a simple 0.

n“This is the Great Tomb of Nazarick that we built together! How could you abandon it just like that!?”

nAfter he shouted the words in his heart, the only thing left in there was emptiness.

n“…No, that’s not right. They didn’t abandon it lightly; they simply made the choice between reality and fantasy. It couldn’t be helped. Nobody would betray the guild. Everyone who made that decision must have found it painful…”

nMomonga muttered like he was trying to convince himself, and then he stood up. He walked toward the wall, where an elaborately decorated magic staff was kept.

n—Seven serpents twined around the body of the staff, which resembled the kerykeion carried by Hermes Trismegistus. The serpents’ mouths gaped open in agony, and each mouth held a gem of a different color. The grip was exquisitely carved out of crystal and glowed with blue light.

nAnyone would be able to recognize this staff as a supremely high-quality item, and it was a Guild Weapon that was unique to this guild. One could call it the symbol of Ainz Ooal Gown.

nThis staff, which should have been a treasure held by the guildmaster, was instead kept in this room as a decoration.

nThat was because there was nothing else which represented the guild quite like this.

nGuild weapons were typically kept hidden away in safe places and not used for their tremendous powers because a guild would be disbanded if its associated guild weapon was destroyed. Even Ainz Ooal Gown, a guild which existed at the peak of YGGDRASIL, was no exception to this.

nThis was the reason why the weapon had been kept here, and Momonga had never touched it, despite the fact that it had been tailor-made to complement his abilities.

nMomonga extended a hand to the staff, but stopped halfway. This was because at this moment — in the last few minutes before YGGDRASIL shut down for good, he realised that soon the glorious memories he had made with his comrades would be lost forever, like tears in rain. The confusion he felt over this made him hesitate as he struggled to come to a decision.

n♦ ♦ ♦

nEveryone had adventured every day, with the sole purpose of assembling the guild weapon.

nBack then, they had held contests to see who could collect more raw materials more quickly, and there had been many disputes over the appearance of weapon. But slowly, after everyone’s opinions were gathered, the weapon gradually took shape.

nThat period of time had been the prime of Ainz Ooal Gown, when all his glorious memories had been made.

nPeople had dragged themselves online after a gruelling day at work, others had argued with their wives because they played until they neglected their families, and some even laughed and said they had taken special leave to stay home from work and log on to the game.

nThere were times when they had spent entire days doing nothing but talking about silly things for amusement. There were times when they would draw up plans for adventures, and times when they went looking for treasure. They had also mounted raids on enemy guilds’ home bases and laid siege to their strongholds. Once, they had been attacked by a World Class Enemy — an immensely powerful, hidden boss monster — and the guild had nearly been destroyed as a result. They had also discovered many previously unknown resources, and they had placed all sorts of monsters in their guild base in order to eliminate invading players.

nHowever, nine of them were left as of today.

nOf the forty one members of the guild, thirty seven of them had quit. The other three were still registered as members of the guild, but Momonga had already lost count of the number of days since they had last come here.

nMomonga opened a system console and connected to the developer’s website to inspect the official guild rankings. Right now there were just under eight hundred guilds in YGGDRASIL. In the past, they had ranked as high as the ninth place, but now — as of the last day of the game — they were in the twenty-ninth place. At their lowest, they had fallen to forty-eighth place.

nThe reason why their ranking had not fallen even further was not because of Momonga’s efforts, but because of the items left behind by his former comrades.

nOne could call this a hollow shell of a guild a relic of past glories.

n—This was the incarnation of those days.

nThis was the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

n♦ ♦ ♦

nHe did not want to let this weapon and its memories of their golden days stay here to be a painful reminder of the past. Yet, contrary thoughts wormed their way through Momonga’s heart.

nAinz Ooal Gown had always decided things by use of a majority vote. Momonga might have been the guildmaster, but his job was mainly communicating with people and doing other minor tasks.

nBecause of that, now that there were no other guild members present, for the first time, Momonga thought to exercise his powers as the guild’s leader.

n“This is a pretty sad state of affairs.”

nMomonga muttered to himself as he operated his player console. He intended to equip himself in the gear that best suited the leader of a top tier guild.

nYGGDRASIL’s equipment was classified according to how much data each item possessed. Items with more data were ranked higher. From the lowest to the highest rank, they were low class, middle class, high class, top class, legacy class, relic class, legendary class and, what Momonga was currently selecting, divine class.

nOn his ten bony fingers he wore nine rings, each with a different ability. Then there was the matter of his necklace, his gloves, his cape, his shirt, and his circlet, all of which were divine class items as well. If they had a price, it would be a jaw-dropping one.

nThe flowing robe which covered his torso was grander than the one he had worn earlier.

nA red and black aura rose slowly from beneath his feet, and at a glance it seemed extremely ominous. This aura was not the result of any skill Momonga activated. It was simply because there had been extra room in the robe’s data capacity, so the special effects data for a

n「Disaster Aura」had been added into it. Touching that aura would not cause any harm.

nIn the corner of Momonga’s vision, he could see various indicators which showed his stats increasing.

nAfter changing out his gear, the fully-equipped Momonga nodded, satisfied that he looked the part of the guild’s leader. Then, he reached out and grasped the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

nAs Momonga grasped the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, it radiated a nimbus of reddish-black light. Tormented faces occasionally coalesced out of the roiling light, and then they crumbled and vanished again. They looked so realistic one could almost imagine them wailing in agony.

n“…I wonder if they went overboard with the details.”

nThe staff that had been made but never used had finally found its way into its rightful owner’s hands, in the twilight hours of YGGDRASIL.

nMomonga rejoiced as he saw his parameters rising rapidly, but at the same time he felt sad.

n“Let’s go, symbol of the guild. Or no — my symbol of the guild.”

nPart 2

nMomonga left what was known as the Round Table Room.

nGuild members had a ring reserved for their use. Anyone who wore that ring would automatically appear in this place when they logged into the game, barring special circumstances. If any guild members returned, they would do so in this room. However, Momonga knew that the other members of the guild would not be coming back here. In the last few minutes of the game, the only player who remained in the gigantic Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick was Momonga himself.

nMomonga suppressed the emotions that were rising like a tide, and walked through the halls.

nThis place was like a castle built of alabaster, a magnificent world suffused with a regal atmosphere.

nIf one raised their head to look to the ceiling, they would see crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling at fixed intervals, radiating a warm light.

nThe broad hallways had brilliantly polished stone floors, which reflected the light from the chandeliers in a way that made it seem like twinkling stars were embedded in its surface.

nIf a visitor opened the doors on both sides of him, his attention would be captivated by the decadent furnishings within.

nA third party observing this scene would probably be staring in awe.

nThe much-hated Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick had once been attacked by the largest invading force ever assembled in the game’s history. Eight guilds banded together with their allies to bring a force of over fifteen hundred players, mercenaries, and NPCs to bear on Nazarick, but in the end, they had been miserably defeated. That legendary dungeon was now reduced to this.

n♦ ♦ ♦

nThe Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick had once been a six floor dungeon, but it had been dramatically altered after Ainz Ooal Gown took control of it.

nCurrently, it was a ten floor dungeon, and each floor had its own unique theme.

nThe First to Third Floors were modelled after a tomb. The Fourth Floor was an underground lake. The Fifth Floor was a frozen glacier. The Sixth Floor was a rainforest. The Seventh Floor was a sea of magma. The Eighth Floor was a wasteland. And the Ninth and Tenth Floors were the realm of the gods — in other words, the home base of Ainz Ooal Gown, which had ranked among the top ten of YGGDRASIL’s thousands of guilds.

n♦ ♦ ♦

nThe sound of Momonga’s footsteps and the tapping of his staff rang through this holy sanctuary. After turning several corners in these vast hallways, Momonga saw a woman in the distance, heading in his direction.

nShe was a sensual beauty, whose lush, golden hair grazed her shoulders.

nShe was dressed in a long, elegant maid’s outfit, with a large apron.

nShe was roughly one hundred seventy centimeters tall, with a slender build. Her ample bosom looked like it would burst out of her bodice at any time. Her overall appearance was attractive and gave the impression of being graceful and kind.

nAs the two slowly approached each other, the maid darted to the side of the hallways and bowed deeply to Momonga.

nIn return, Momonga raised his hand in acknowledgement.

nThe maid’s expression remained as it was, and she kept the same smile on her face from just now. In YGGDRASIL, facial expressions did not change, but this girl was slightly different from player characters with their unchanging expressions.

nThis maid was a Non-Player Character. She was not controlled by the game, but by a set of AI routines. Simply put, she was a mobile doll. Even if her design was incredibly realistic, her bow was nothing more than a programmed action.

nMomonga’s acknowledgement of her bow was nothing more than a foolish gesture, because she was nothing more than a doll. However, Momonga had reasons for not treating her coldly.

nThere were forty one maid NPCs in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, each with their own unique design.

nTheir creator was a mangaka who had broken into the industry with his maid illustrations, and who was currently serialized in a monthly magazine.

nMomonga studied the maid carefully. Apart from her looks, he also scrutinized her uniform.

nThe intricacy of the design, especially the fine embroidery that speckled her apron, was enough to make people gasp in awe.

nTheir design had been exceptionally detailed because of the declaration, “Maid uniforms are their secret weapons!” Momonga couldn’t help but feel nostalgic as he remembered the complaints from the other guild members who had helped with the design.

n“Ah… that’s right. I think it was from then that he started saying that ‘Maid uniforms are justice!’ Come to think of it, I think the manga he’s drawing now has a maid as a main character. Do his assistants cry when he goes overboard on the designs? Ah, Whitebrim-san.”

nThe maids’ AI routines had been programmed by Herohero-san and five others.

nIn other words, this maid was the personification of his past friends’ hard work. He could not simply ignore her without feeling bad about it. After all, this maid was also a part of the glorious history of Ainz Ooal Gown.

nJust as Momonga was contemplating these matters, the maid raised her head, as though she had spotted something, and tilted her head in surprise.

nThe maids would do this if anyone lingered around them for longer than a certain period of time.

nAs Momonga searched through his memories, he could not help but be impressed by Herohero’s elaborate programming. There should have been other hidden poses programmed into them as well. Momonga wanted to see them all, but time was very tight.

nMomonga glanced at the translucent watch on his left wrist and checked the time.

nAs he thought, there was no time for him to spend waffling around.

n“Thank you for your hard work.”

nMomonga walked past the maid after that painful farewell. As he passed the maid, there was no response, but that was only to be expected. Still, even if she did not reply to him, Momonga still felt that it had to be said, because it was the last day of YGGDRASIL.

nMomonga continued forward, leaving the maid behind.

nAfter a while, a gigantic staircase appeared before Momonga’s eyes. It was wide enough that over ten people could walk down it side by side, arms outstretched, with no problems. A luxurious red carpet lay on the steps. Momonga slowly descended the stairs, until he reached the lowest floor — the Tenth Floor of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

nThe place where he had arrived was a large receiving room, with several figures within.

nThe first to enter Momonga’s line of sight was a distinguished old gentleman in a butler’s outfit.

nHis hair was pure white, even the beard and moustache near his mouth. However, the old man’s back was ramrod-straight, like a sword forged of steel. His face was deeply wrinkled and gave onlookers the impression that he was a kind and gentle person, but his keen eyes were like those of an eagle sizing up its prey.

nThere were six maids standing behind the butler. However, these maids were different from the one Momonga had met earlier, in looks and equipment.

nThe maids wore gauntlets and greaves of gold, silver, black, and other colored metals. Their armor was designed to look like the outfits of maids in manga. They did not wear helmets, but instead white headdresses. In addition, every girl was armed with a different weapon. They were the very picture of battle maids.

nTheir hairstyles were also varied; they wore their hair in buns, ponytails, long and straight, French curls, and so on. The one thing they had in common was that every single one of them was attractive. The exact way in which they were attractive also varied within them; one was sporty and athletic, one resembled a demure Japanese maiden, one of them had a seductive allure, and so on.

nThese girls were NPCs, but they were distinctly different from the other maids, who had simply been designed for entertainment. Their purpose was to defend against invaders.

n♦ ♦ ♦

nIn a game like YGGDRASIL, guilds enjoyed several benefits if they possessed a guild base of castle tier or higher.

nOne of these was NPCs for base defense.

nThe NPCs that the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick could field were undead monsters. These automatically spawning NPCs — or “pop monsters” — had a maximum level of thirty. Even if they were destroyed, after a while they would respawn on their own, at no cost to the guild.

nHowever, players could not customize the AI and appearances of these “pop” NPCs.

nAs such, they were hardly useful in deterring intruders, who were universally players.

nThere was also another type of NPC; the ones designed from the ground up to their makers’ satisfaction. If a guild possessed a castle-grade guild base, the owning guild would be allowed seven hundred levels to be distributed between any number of NPCs they wanted.

nBecause the highest level in YGGDRASIL was one hundred, by those stipulations, a guild could make five level one hundred NPCs and four level fifty NPCs, or any combination thereof.

nWhen designing an original NPC, one could customize weaponry and other equipment in addition to clothing and appearances. As a result, one could create NPCs that were far stronger than the automatic spawns and place them in key locations.

nOf course, not every NPC had to be designed for battle. A certain guild which called themselves the “Kitty Kingdom” fielded no NPCs other than cats or cat-related creatures.

nIn this way, each guild could freely determine their unique style.

n♦ ♦ ♦

n“Umu.”

nMomonga placed his thumb on his chin, and looked at the butler and maids who were bowing to him. Momonga typically used teleportation magic to move through the various rooms, so he had not had many chances to come this way. Looking at the staff filled him with nostalgia.

nHe reached his hand out and touched an invisible menu, opening a page that only guild members could see. Then, he selected an option from several choices. As he did so, the names of the butlers and maids appeared over their heads.

n“I see. So that’s what they were called.”

nMomonga laughed softly, at himself for forgetting their names, and also because of the fond memories they brought up in him. There had been quite a few arguments between his colleagues when they had chosen names for the NPCs.

nThe butler — Sebas’s — design was that of a house steward.

nThe six maids beside him were combat maids loyal to Sebas. Together, they were called the “Pleiades.” In addition to these maids, Sebas was also in charge of the Tomb’s manservants.

nThe text box for Sebas contained more detailed information, but Momonga did not feel like reading it. The servers would shut down soon and he had to be somewhere before then.

nAs an aside, all the NPCs apart from the maids were also very well fleshed-out. This was because the guild members were all fans of complex backstories and details. Many of the guild members were artists and programmers, and a game like this which emphasised the customization of appearances — allowing them to indulge their desire to create and design — was a godsend to them.

nOriginally, Sebas and the combat maids were intended to be a last line of defense against invaders. However, if enemy players could penetrate this deeply into the tomb, they would be able to handily defeat Sebas and the maids, so they were little more than speedbumps to buy time. However, no player had ever made it this far, so they had been waiting here for orders.

nWithout orders, all they could do was wait for a chance to be of use.

nMomonga tightened his grip on the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

nHe knew it was foolish to feel pity for NPCs. They were nothing more than a collection of electronic data, and the closest they could come to real emotion was a very skilled set of AI routines.

nHowever—

n“As guildmaster, I shall put the NPCs to good use.”

nMomonga could not help but laugh at himself for that incredibly lame line, and then he gave them a command.

n“Follow me.”

nSebas and the maids bowed respectfully, to show they had heard and acknowledged the order.

nLeading them away from this place was not what the guild members had intended for them. Ainz Ooal Gown was a guild that respected the will of the majority. It was forbidden for an individual to selfishly manipulate the NPCs that everyone had made together.

nHowever, this was the day when the curtains would fall on everything. Given that, everyone would probably forgive his indulgence.

nAs Momonga thought about this, he continued moving forward, followed by the sounds of many footsteps.

n♦ ♦ ♦

nEventually, the group arrived at a vast hemispherical dome-shaped hall. Four-colored crystal lamps glittered from the ceiling, and there were seventy two niches in the walls. Most of them were filled with statues.

nEach statue was modelled after a demon’s appearance, and there were sixty seven of them.

nThis room was called “The Lemegeton.” It was named after the Lesser Key of Solomon, which was a magical grimoire.

nThe statues in the niches were designed to resemble the seventy two demons mentioned in that book, and in truth they were golems, made out of extremely rare magical alloys. There should have been seventy two of them, but there were only sixty seven, because their creator got bored of the project and quit halfway.

nThe four-colored crystal lamps on the ceiling were a type of monster, and the moment an enemy entered their range, they would summon high-ranking elementals of earth, water, wind, and fire, in addition to bombarding them with area-of-effect attack magic.

nIf these crystal lamps all attacked at once, the firepower they unleashed could easily defeat two parties of level one hundred players, which would be roughly twelve people.

nThis room could be said to be the final defensive line of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

nMomonga led the servants behind him past the magic circle, and laid eyes on the giant doors before him.

nThe majestic set of double doors were over five meters in height, and covered in intricate carvings. The left side was shaped into a beautiful goddess, while the right was made to resemble a cruel demon. So realistic was their design that even from across the room, Momonga thought that they would attack him.

nStill, while the carvings looked like they could move, Momonga knew that they had never moved before.

n—Since they made it all the way here, we should gather in glory and welcome these brave heroes. Let others slander us as they will, but we shall welcome them proudly and openly, like the magnanimous lords that we are.

nThat idea had been passed, in accordance with the majority vote rule.

n“Ulbert-san…”

nUlbert Alain Odle. He was arguably the most obsessed with the idea of “evil” in the guild.

n“Was it because of chuunibyou…”

nMomonga felt that way as he looked around the large hall.

n“…Will these two statues attack?”

nHe was right to feel so uneasy.

nEven Momonga did not fully grasp the secrets of all the mechanisms in this dungeon. It would not be strange if one of the retired guild members had left a strange sort of present for him. And the one who had designed this set of doors was just such a person.

nIn the past, he had designed a very powerful golem, but shortly after activation, a flaw in the combat AI made itself known and it attacked everyone around it.

nTo this day, Momonga still had his doubts about whether that “mistake” had been on purpose.

n“Hey, Luci★Fer-san, if they really attack me, I’ll be mad, you know.”

nHowever, Momonga’s caution in reaching for the doors was unfounded. As he touched them, they opened by themselves — although they did so slowly, in deference to their massive weight.

nThe air changed.

nAlthough the atmosphere from earlier was filled with quiet solemnity, the scene before his eyes now exceeded that by far. The air became a pressure that weighed heavily on the entire body.

nIt was an exquisite piece of work.

nAnd in this wide, high room—

nEven packing several hundred people inside would not make the room feel crowded. The high ceiling and the surrounding walls were a predominantly white color, with golden decorations as highlights.

nThe numerous chandeliers which hung from the ceiling were made of precious stones of all colors of the rainbow, and they emitted a fantastic, dreamlike radiance.

nNumerous flags emblazoned with different symbols hung from flagpoles sunk into the walls. A total of forty one of these flags swayed gently in the wind, from the ceiling to the floor.

nIn the center of this room that was tinted gold and silver, there was a flight of stairs about ten steps high. Atop these stairs was a gigantic throne, carved out of a single piece of crystal, whose back was high enough to touch the ceiling above it. A huge red banner hung down behind it, proudly displaying the symbol of the guild.

nThis place was located in the deepest reaches of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. It was also its most important place — the Throne Room.

n“Ohh…”

nEven Momonga could not help but gasp at the sheer magnificence of this room. He felt that it was easily the second most impressive location in YGGDRASIL, if not the first.

nThis was the most suitable place for him to welcome the final moments of the game.

nAs Momonga advanced through the room that seemed to absorb the sounds of his footsteps, his eye fell on the female NPC that stood by the side of the throne.

nShe was a beautiful woman who wore a pure white dress, and the faint smile on her face was that of a goddess. In stark contrast to her dress, her hair was a flowing, lustrous jet-black that reached down to her waist.

nAlthough her golden irises and vertically-slitted pupils were somewhat odd, apart from those she could easily be considered a world-class beauty. However, a pair of curled horns sprouted from the sides of her head. In addition, a pair of black-feathered wings emerged from her waist.

nPerhaps it was because of the horns, but her divine smile seemed like a mask that concealed her true feelings.

nShe wore a golden necklace that patterned after a spiderweb. It extended from her shoulders down to the tops of her breasts.

nHer slender wrists were covered in a pair of lustrous silk gloves, and in her hand she held a strange weapon that looked like a wand of some sort. It was roughly forty five centimeters long, and a black orb hovered at its end, floating lightly in the air but holding its position at the end of the wand.

nMomonga had not yet forgotten her name.

nShe was the Overseer of the Floor Guardians of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Albedo. She was in charge of the seven NPC Floor Guardians. In other words, she was the highest-ranked character in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

nBecause of that, she was permitted to await orders within the Throne Room, in the deepest reaches of the Tomb.

nHowever, Momonga turned a sharp look on Albedo:

n“I knew there was a World Class Item here, but how is it that there are two of them here now?”

nIn YGGDRASIL, there were two hundred ultimate items in the game, known as World Class Items.

nWorld Class Items possessed unique abilities, and some of them were so balance-breaking that they could even request changes to the game’s rules by the developers. Of course, not every World Class Item possessed such insane power.

nEven so, a player who possessed even a single World Class Item would be catapulted to the highest echelons of fame in YGGDRASIL.

nAinz Ooal Gown possessed eleven items of them, the most of any guild. Even that was far in excess of any other guild. The guild in second place only possessed three such items.

nWith the permission of the other guild members, Momonga was allowed to possess one of these ultimate items, and the rest of these World Class Items were scattered throughout Nazarick. However, most of them were stored in the depths of the Treasury, defended by its Avataras.

nThe only reason why Albedo could possess such a rare treasure like this without Momonga’s knowledge was because the guild member who designed Albedo had given it to her.

nHowever, since today was already the last day of the game, Momonga felt that he should respect the wishes of his comrade who had given the item to Albedo, and so he did not take further action.

n“This is a good place.”

nMomonga’s words were directed to Sebas and the Pleiades as they reached the base of the stairs leading to the throne.

nAfter that, he began climbing the stairs, but stopped when he heard footsteps behind him. Momonga could not help but laugh, although his skeletal face could not show any expressions.

nThe NPCs were merely inflexible AI routines. If he did not give a specifically-worded command, they would not recognize it as an order. Momonga had forgotten this and thus he had not properly commanded the NPCs.

nAfter his guild members left, Momonga had begun solo hunting by himself to a nearly ridiculous degree in order to earn the gold needed to maintain Nazarick. He did not build friendships with other players and avoided them, as well as the high-difficulty areas he used to visit when his guild members had still been around.

nThen, he would deposit his earnings in the Treasury before logging out. This had been his routine for almost every day. As such, he did not have much contact with the NPCs.

n“—Stand by.”

nThe sound of footsteps stopped.

nAfter Momonga gave the correct command, he ascended the final steps and arrived at the throne.

nHe stared openly at Albedo, who stood by its side. Though he had entered this room before, he did not recall her eyes tracking him in his memories.

n“What kind of backstory was she designed with?”

nAll Momonga knew about her character was that she was the Overseer of the Guardians, as well as the highest-ranked NPC in Nazarick.

nDriven by curiosity, Momonga opened up a console and began scrolling through the details of Albedo’s flavor text.

nA flood of densely-packed characters filled his vision. It was like reading an ancient epic poem. If he took his time to read it in detail, he would probably still be reading until the game ended.

nMomonga felt like he had stepped on a landmine. If he could move, he would have been trembling now.

nHe wanted to scold himself for having forgotten that Albedo’s creator was obsessed with this sort of thing.

nHowever, since he had already opened it, he had no choice but to abandon his resistance and continue scrolling.

nHe didn’t even skim the text for the important points; he simply scrolled to the bottom as fast as he could while looking at the title.

nAfter skipping past vast expanses of text, Momonga’s mind settled on the last line, and froze.

n“She is also a slut.”

nHe could not help but stare.

n“…Eh? What does this mean?”

nA cry of disbelief escaped Momonga’s nonexistent lips. He looked the words over several more times, eyes filled with suspicion, but in the end, he could not find any other meaning to them. After several rounds of thought, he could only come to the conclusion he had started with.

n“A slut… it must be an insult of some sort.”

nEach of the forty one guild members had designed their own NPCs, so he could not understand why anyone would want to treat the NPCs they had designed themselves in this manner. Perhaps he would understand why after reading that long essay of flavor text.

nHowever, there were guild members who would come up with these unconventional designs.

nAlbedo’s designer, Tabula Smaragdina, was one of those people.

n“Ah, is this what they call gap moe? Tabula-san… even so…”

nIsn’t a backstory like this far too much?

nMomonga could not help but think that. All the NPCs made by everyone were an inheritance of the guild. Designing the highest-ranked NPC Albedo in this manner made him think that Tabula Smaragdina was beyond saving.

n“Umu.”

nWould it be fine to change an NPC’s backstory based on a personal decision? After thinking about it for some time, Momonga came to a conclusion.

n“Should I change it?”

nCurrently, with the guild weapon in his possession, Momonga could be said to be the master of the guild. It should be all right to exercise the guildmaster’s authority he had never used before.

nMomonga’s doubts vanished like mist, as he steeled himself to right the wrongs of his guildmate.

nHe extended the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown that he was holding. Normally, one would need developer tools to change a character’s backstory, but through his power as guildmaster, he could directly access her settings and edit them. After some action on his console, the “slut” line vanished.

n“Well, it should be like that.”

nMomonga thought a bit more, and looked at the gap in Albedo’s flavor text.

nI should probably fill that up…

n“This feels a little silly.”

nAlthough he was laughing at himself, he still typed out a few words on the console keyboard. The words formed a sentence:

n“She loves Momonga.”

n“Uwah, how embarrassing.”

nMomonga covered his face with his palm. It felt as though he were designing his ideal girlfriend complete with love events for himself, which embarrassed him so much that his heart began pounding. Although he wanted to rewrite it again out of shame, in the end he changed his mind and decided against it.

nThe game would end soon, after all, and his shame would vanish with it. Besides, the sentence he added matched the gap left by the deleted sentence exactly. It would be a shame if he deleted it and left an empty space again.

nMomonga sat on the throne, scanning his surroundings with eyes filled with satisfaction and a little embarrassment. He noticed that Sebas and the maids were still standing by in a dormant state. It seemed a little lonely, and a little odd, to have them standing motionless like that.

nI think there was a command for that.

nMomonga recalled the words he had heard before, and extended a hand before lightly bringing it down.

n“Kneel.”

nAs one, Albedo, Sebas, and the six maids fell to one knee in obeisance.

nGood.

nMomonga raised his left hand to check the time.

n23:55:48

nHe was just in time.

nIn all likelihood, the GMs were probably flooding the public channels and setting off fireworks. Momonga, who had put his heart and soul into this place and cut off all contact with the outside world, was unaware of that.

nMomonga leaned against the back of the throne, and slowly raised his head to look at the ceiling.

nHe believed that even on the last day of the game, some invaders might come to Nazarick.

nHe would wait for them. He would accept any challenges in his position as guildmaster.

nHe had sent emails to all the guild members, but only a few had come.

nHe would wait for them. He would welcome his comrades back in his position as guildmaster.

n“A relic of the past, huh—”

nMomonga sank into thought.

nAlthough the guild now was just an empty shell, he had enjoyed his time with it.

nHe turned his eyes to look at the huge flags hanging from the ceiling. There were forty one of them in total, the same number as there were guild members. Each of them displayed the personal symbol of each guild member. Momonga extended a bony finger and pointed to one of them.

n“Mine.”

nThen, he turned his attention to a nearby flag. That flag represented one of the strongest players in Ainz Ooal Gown — no, in all of YGGDRASIL. He was the one who had started the guild, and the one who had gathered the “Original Nine”.

n“Touch Me.”

nThe symbol on the next flag he pointed to belonged to the oldest member of Ainz Ooal Gown, who was a lecturer in a university in real life.

n“Shijuuten Suzaku.”

nHis finger moved faster than before as he shifted to the flag which belonged to one of the three female members of Ainz Ooal Gown.

n“Ankoro Mochimochi.”

nMomonga fluidly recited the names of the various symbols’ owners: “Herohero, Peroroncino, Bukubukuchagama, Tabula Smaragdina, Warrior Takemikazuchi, Variable Talisman, Genjiro—”

nIt did not take long for him to name all forty of his former comrades.

nTheir names were still branded deeply in Momonga’s brain.

nHe sprawled tiredly on the throne.

n“Yeah, it really was fun…”

nEven though the game did not have any subscription fees, Momonga had still spent a third of his monthly salary on it. It was not because his salary was high, but because he had no other hobbies, so he funnelled all his income into YGGDRASIL.

nThere was a cash gacha in the game where players could pay for a chance to win a prize. Momonga spent nearly his entire bonus on it, and barely managed to get a rare item out of the experience. When he heard that one of his guild members Yamaiko had won that item for the cost of a lunch, Momonga had been so envious that he wanted to roll around on the ground.

n(TL Note: gachas are slang for game-based lotteries or lucky draws. They’re named after gachapons, which are coin-operated vending machines which randomly dispense a prize.)

nBecause almost all of Ainz Ooal Gown’s members were productive members of society, most of them were willing to spend money on this hobby, and among them Momonga was one of the bigger spenders. He was probably one of the top few on the server.

nThat was how dedicated he was. Adventuring was fun, but his greatest joy was found in playing with his friends.

nTo Momonga, whose parents had passed away and who had no friends in real life, the guild Ainz Ooal Gown was a shining memory of the good times he had had with his friends.

nAnd now, this guild would disappear.

nHis heart was filled with regret and reluctance.

nMomonga gripped the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown tightly. He was just an ordinary salaryman, and he lacked the financial power or connections to change that fact. He was just another player who could only watch the closing time as it approached.

nThe time on his watch read 23:57. The server would shut down at 00:00.

nThere was little time left. The virtual world would end, and he would have to go back to reality the next day.

nThat was only natural. Nobody could live in a virtual world, which was why everyone had left, one by one.

nMomonga sighed.

nHe had to wake up at four tomorrow. He had to sleep the moment the servers shut down in order not to affect the next day’s work.

n23:59:35, 36, 37

nMomonga set his watch to count out the seconds.

n23:59:48, 49, 50

nMomonga closed his eyes.

n23:59:58, 59—

nThe countdown finished. He waited for the curtains to fall on his fantasy world—

nHe waited for the automatic logout—

n0:00:00…1,2,3

n“…Hm?”

nMomonga opened his eyes.

nHe had not returned to his familiar room. This was still the Throne Room in YGGDRASIL.

n“What’s going on?”

nThe time was right. He should have been forcibly logged out by the server shutdown.

n0:00:38

nIt was definitely past midnight. The clock could not have gone wrong because of a system error.

nConfused, Momonga looked around him, searching for any clues in the vicinity.

n“Could it be they delayed the server shutdown—?”

nOr had they extended play time as a form of compensation?

nAlthough numerous reasons appeared in his mind, they were all far from the truth. However, the most likely reason was that an irresistible force had cropped up, and extended the server shutdown time. If that was the case, the GMs would have made an announcement. Momonga hurriedly worked to reopen the message panel he had closed — and then he stopped halfway.

nThere was no command console.

n“What… on earth happened?”

nMomonga was filled with panic, frustration, and suspicion, but he was also surprised by how calm he was considering the circumstances. He decided to call on other means. Forced connections that did not require a console, the chat function, a GM call, a forced logout—

nNone of them responded. It was as though they had been deleted from the system.

n“…What the hell is going on!?”

nMomonga’s angry voice echoes through the Throne Room, then vanished.

nToday was the last day of YGGDRASIL, yet all these things were happening on a day that should have marked an end to the game. Was this some kind of prank they were pulling on the players?

nMomonga was quite unhappy that he could not meet the end of the game in style, and the words he muttered clearly illustrated the anger inside him. There should not have been any reply to his hostile suspicion.

n—However…

n“What’s wrong, Momonga-sama?”

nIt was the first time he had heard that beautiful woman’s voice.

nMomonga was startled, but he still kept searching for the source of the voice. When he found the one who had spoken the words just now, he was speechless.

nThe person who had answered him was the NPC raising her head — Albedo.

nPart 3

nCarne Village.

nIt was located on the border of the Kingdom at the Empire, near the southern tip of the Azellerisia Mountain Range, just outside a patch of woodland named the Great Forest of Tob.

nFor a frontier village of the Re-Estize Kingdom, its population was unexceptional — a hundred and twenty souls, distributed among twenty five families.

nThe village made its living from the resources of the forest and agriculture. Apart from doctors and herbalists who came to collect herbs, the only visitors to the village were the yearly tax collectors. Time seemed to stand still for the few residents of this village.

nVillage life was very busy even in the early hours of the morning. Villages did not possess the magical illumination of 「Continual Light」 which could be found in cities, so the villagers would rise with the sun and work hard all day until the sun went down.

nThe first thing Enri Emmot did after getting up extra early in the morning was to carry water from the nearby well. Hauling water was a woman’s job, and once she finished filling the big water tank in the house, that chore was complete. By this time, her mother would have prepared breakfast for their family of four.

nBreakfast was barley or wheat porridge, as well as cooked vegetables. Sometimes, they would have dried fruit as well.

nAfter breakfast, she would tend the fields with her parents. Her ten year old sister would go into the forest to gather firewood or help with the field work. When the bell in the middle of the village — the village square — rang to signal noon, everyone would break for lunch.

nLunch would be black bread baked several days before, as well as soup with some shredded meat jerky sprinkled in.

nField work would resume after lunch, and when the sun set they would return home for dinner.

nFor dinner, they would have the same black bread that they had for lunch, as well as bean soup. If the village’s hunters managed to bag any prey, they might be able to get some meat to go with their dinner. After dinner, the family would gather around the light of the hearth-fire to take care of household chores, such as mending worn or damaged clothes.

nThey would go to sleep around eight.

nThe girl Enri Emmot was born sixteen years ago and had become a part of the village since then. She had lived these days all her life. In her heart, she wondered, How much longer will these unchanging days continue?

n♦ ♦ ♦

nToday was no different from any other. After waking up, Enri went to the well to carry water.

nAfter filling her buckets at the well, she would need three trips to fill the house’s water tank.

n“Yosh~”

nEnri rolled up her sleeves, exposing her untanned skin, which was pale and stood out. Long years of farm life ensured that although her arms looked slender and frail, they were actually very strong, with just a hint of muscle on them.

nThe filled buckets were very heavy, but Enri hoisted them up like she always did.

nIf the buckets were bigger, I could make fewer trips, wouldn’t that make things easier? Then again, if the buckets were bigger, I probably wouldn’t be able to lift them…

nAs Enri thought about that issue on her way back home, she heard a sound and turned to look at it. There was tension in the air over there, and the seeds of fear began sprouting in her heart.

nHer ears seemed to pick up something like wood being broken, and after that—

n“A scream—?”

nIt sounded like a strangled bird, but there was no way it could be a bird’s call.

nA chill ran down Enri’s spine. Unbelievable. There must be some kind of mistake. It couldn’t be a human’s voice. She tried to erase her unease with these thoughts, and then they vanished.

nShe had to run to the source of the scream, because it was coming from the direction of her home.

nEnri cast aside the water buckets. She could not run while carrying that heavy burden.

nAlthough she nearly tripped over her long skirt, she managed to keep her balance by some stroke of luck.

nThe sound rang through the air once more.

nEnri’s heart lurched in her chest.

nThere was no mistake about it — it was a human scream.

nShe ran, and ran, and ran.

nEnri could not recall going faster than this in her life. She was running so fast that her legs were about to tangle each other up.

nThe neighs of horses. The screams of people, and shouts.

nThese sounds were becoming clearer and clearer.

nIn the distance, Enri could see an unfamiliar man in armor swinging his sword at a villager.

nThe villager collapsed to the ground with a howl of pain, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, and a swift thrust from the sword dealt him a fatal blow.

n“Morga-san…”

nThere were no strangers in a small village like this. Everyone was as close as kin. As such, Enri knew exactly who had been killed before her eyes.

nMr. Morga was a loud but pleasant man. He had done nothing wrong, and did not deserve to die like this. Enri wanted to stop — but in the end she gritted her teeth and ran on.

nThe distance that felt fairly close while carrying water now felt like an endless stretch. As the sounds of shouts and cursing filtered into her ears, she finally saw her home before her.

n“Dad! Mom! Nemu!”

nEnri opened the door as she shouted for her family.

nShe found three familiar faces with unfamiliar looks of fear. They were motionless. However, when Enri opened the door and entered, their faces softened, the fear replaced by relief.

n“Enri! Are you all right?”

nHer father hugged her in his strong arms, which were brawny and tough from field work.

n“Ahhh, Enri…”

nHer mother’s gentle arms embraced her.

n“Good, Enri’s back, then we’d better flee too!”

nThe Emmot family was in grave danger. They had stayed at home because they were worried about leaving Enri behind, and so they had missed the best chance to escape. The threat to their lives would be catching up with them any moment now.

nAs she thought about that fear, it became a reality.

nJust as the family was about to run, a human figure appeared in the house’s doorway. The man silhouetted by sunlight, glittered. He was a fully-armored knight whose breastplate bore the insignia of the Baharuth Empire. He held a longsword in his hand.

nThe Baharuth Empire was a neighbor of the Re-Estize Kingdom, and the two of them had waged frequent wars against each other. Until recently, the flames of war were mostly limited to the region around the Fortress City of E-Rantel, and had not spread to this village.

nHowever, the quiet life they had enjoyed would end here.

nEnri could feel the man’s cold eyes on her from between the vision slits of his helmet, as though he were counting up how many people were in Enri’s family. It frightened her.

nThe knight clenched the gauntlet holding his sword, and a creaking sound came from where metal rubbed against metal.

nAnd then, just as he was about to enter the house—

n“Uooooh!”

n“Nuuuu!”

n—Her father lunged at the man, tackling him out of the doorway and out of the house with his momentum.

n“Hurry up and run!”

n“Damn you!”

nBlood streamed from a small cut on her father’s face. He must have gotten hurt while bull-rushing the knight.

nEnri’s father was rolling around as he grappled with the knight on the ground. The knight grabbed the hand of Enri’s father which was holding a knife, while he in turn kept the knight from drawing his shortsword.

nThe sight of blood on the body of one of her family members made Enri’s mind go white. She wavered over whether to help her father or run away.

n“Enri! Nemu!”

nHer mother’s shouts returned Enri to her senses, and as she looked at her mother, she saw the older woman shaking her head, with a heart-breaking expression on her face.

nEnri grabbed her little sister’s hand and ran after her mother with big strides. Guilt and hesitation clawed at her heart, but in the end, she knew they had to flee into the Great Forest of Tob.

nThe neighing of horses, angry shouts, the clash of steel, and the stench of burning flesh.

nAll these assaulted Enri’s ears and nose from the direction of the village. Where had it come from? Enri ran with all her might as she tried to make sense of matters. When fleeing to an open space, she had to make her body as small as possible, or hide in the corners of houses.

nThe violent beating of her heart chipped away at the fear that threatened to freeze her body solid. In addition, the small hand she held in hers spurred her on.

n—Her sister.

nHer mother, who was running ahead of her, suddenly froze, and immediately doubled back, her hands frantically gesturing at them to run somewhere else.

nAs Enri realized why her mother would do that, she bit her lip, and forced back her tears.

nShe clenched her little sister’s hand and ran, trying desperately to get away from there, because she did not want to see what would happen next.

nPart 4

n“Is something wrong, Momonga-sama?”

nAlbedo kept asking him questions. Momonga did not know how to respond. As it was, there were far too many things he did not understand, so his thought processes short-circuited.

n“Forgive me.”

nMomonga could only stare dumbly at Albedo, who was standing by his side.

n“Are you all right?”

nAlbedo’s beautiful face drew close to Momonga’s as she studied him. A faint fragrance entered his nostrils. The scent seemed to restore Momonga’s ability to think, and his mind, which had been hitherto out of comission, slowly returned to normal.

n“No… nothing is wrong… no, nothing.”

nMomonga was not the sort of person who made a habit of speaking politely to dolls. However… hearing Albedo’s questions instinctively made him want to respond with deference. Her movements, her speech patterns, her whole being radiated an undeniable humanity.

nMomonga still had the feeling that something was terribly wrong about Albedo and himself, but he had no way of understanding exactly what the problem was. All he could do in this ignorant state was to suppress his fear, shock, and other unnecessary emotions. However, Momonga was a common person, and could not do that.

nJust as Momonga was about to cry out, the words of one of his guild members came to mind:

n—Panic is the seed of defeat, so you must maintain your calm and think logically. Remain calm, look beyond your surroundings, and don’t waste your effort on unnecessary details, Momonga-san.

nAs he recalled these words, Momonga slowly regained his composure.

nMomonga silently thanked Punitto Moe, the Zhuge Liang of Ainz Ooal Gown.

n“Is something the matter?”

nShe was close to him now. Albedo was so close he could feel her gentle breaths. Her lovely face dimpled in an adorable way as she asked her question. Momonga, who had calmed himself after much effort, was in danger of being driven into panic again from her nearby face.

n“…The GM Call function does not seem to be working.”

nEntranced by Albedo’s limpid eyes, Momonga could not help but question the NPC.

nIn Momonga’s past life, he had not received romantic attention from the opposite sex, let alone those of a sexual nature. Although he knew that she was just an NPC, he could not help but be moved by her realistic expressions and movements.

nHowever, as his passions stirred within his heart, they were quenched like they had been earlier, and he returned to normal.

nMomonga felt uneasy at the lack of strong emotions within himself, and he wondered if it was related to the words of his comrade from just now.

nBut was that really the case?

nMomonga shook his head. Now was not the time to ponder these things.

n“…Please forgive my inability to answer the Supreme One’s questions about this “GM Call.” I apologize for not meeting your expectations. Nothing would please me more than a chance to make up for my prior mistake. Please, command me as you see fit.”

n…The two of them were conversing. There was no doubt about that.

nLearning this fact shocked Momonga so greatly that he could not speak.

nImpossible. This should have been impossible.

nThe closest thing NPCs could come to conversations was with macroed responses to being addressed in a certain way. There was audio data for roars and cheering for players to download, but actually allowing an NPC to engage in conversation was an impossible task. Even Sebas from just now could only accept simple orders.

nWhy had such an impossible event occurred? Was this phenomenon limited to Albedo?

nMomonga dismissed Albedo with a wave of his hand, and disappointment flashed across her face as she retreated. Momonga turned his eyes from her body to the butler and the six maids, whose heads were still lowered.

n“Sebas! Maids!”

n“Yes!”

nTheir voices chorused out as one, and then the butler and maids raised their heads.

n“Approach the throne.”

n“Understood.”

nThey responded as one, and then rose to their feet. After that, they proudly strode to the front of the throne before dropping to one knee and lowering their heads again.

nMomonga had learned two things from this.

nThe first was that he did not need to specially enter commands on a keyboard; the NPCs would understand his intentions and execute his orders.

nThe second was that Albedo was not the only one who could speak.

nAt the very least, all of the NPCs in this room were exhibiting anomalous behavior.

nAs Momonga thought about this, he suddenly felt that there was something very wrong about himself and Albedo. In order to discover exactly what that something was, he fixed Albedo with a piercing gaze.

n“—I-Is something wrong? Have I made a mistake…?”

n“…!”

nAs he finally realized what the problem was, he did not shout, nor did he keep silent, but he simply sighed imperceptibly.

nThat unexpected breadth of facial expressions. The reason why her mouth could move and why she could speak—

n“…pos…sible!”

nMomonga hurriedly placed a hand on his mandible, and spoke.

n—His mouth was moving.

nThis should have been impossible, going by what he knew about DMMO-RPGs. A character’s mouth would not move with their words.

nThe basic premise was that external appearances were fixed. Because of that, facial expressions were impossible to design.

nIn addition, Momonga’s face was a skull, without a tongue or a throat. He looked down to his hands, and they were the same fleshless pair that he was used to. He could also see that he had no lungs or, indeed, any other internal organs. But then, how was he speaking?

n“Impossible…”

nMomonga could feel the certainty he had in the world evaporating away, replaced by an ever-growing uneasiness. He suppressed his desire to shout out and, like he expected, his surging emotions were suddenly quashed.

nMomonga slapped forcefully at the throne, but as he expected, no damage values appeared.

n“…What should I do… Is there anything I can do?”

nHe knew nothing about what was going on. Nobody would help him even if he got angry.

nThen, his first priority should be — looking for clues.

n“—Sebas.”

nHe could see an earnest, sincere expression on Sebas’s face. He looked like a real person.

nIt should be fine to give him orders, right? Although he had no idea what would happen, he could assume all the NPCs in the Tomb were loyal to him, right? For all he knew, the people in front of him might not be the NPCs that everyone had made together.

nNumerous questions rose up in his mind, floating on a sea of uneasiness, but Momonga forced aside all these emotions. In the end, the only choice he had for reconnaissance was Sebas. He glanced briefly to Albedo, but then Momonga steeled himself and decided to order Sebas out.

nThe mental image of a department chief giving orders to his subordinates appeared in his mind. Momonga took on a superior, commanding attitude, and spoke:

n“Exit the Tomb and investigate the surrounding region. If you encounter intelligent creatures, interact peacefully with them and invite them to the Tomb. Attempt to accommodate the other party as much as possible during negotiations. Do not stray more than one kilometer from the tomb and avoid unnecessary combat.”

n“Understood, Momonga-sama. I will do so immediately.”

nIn YGGDRASIL, NPCs made to protect a guild base could not leave it under any circumstances. However, it would seem this ironclad restriction had been overturned.

nNo, he could only be certain of that once Sebas returned.

n“…Select one of the Pleiades to accompany you. If battle begins, retreat immediately and tell me everything you have learned.”

nThat was simply the first step.

nMomonga let go of the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.

nThe staff did not fall onto the ground, but floated in the air as though someone were still holding it. This was in complete defiance of physics, but it was a common sight in the game. There were quite a few items in YGGDRASIL which would continue floating in the air when left unattended.

nThe aura of tormented spirits seemed to cling to Momonga’s hand as he let the staff go, but Momonga paid it no heed. He was long since used to that sight… or not. Thinking that the macro command would have already been built in, Momonga snapped his fingers and deactivated the aura.

nMomonga folded his arms.

nThe next step would be—

n“…I should contact the game company.”

nThe game company would know the most about Momonga’s present situation.

nThe problem was actually contacting them. Normally, simply using the

/shout command or a GM call would put him in touch with a GM instantly, but if these methods did not work either…

n“「Message」?”

nThis was a spell used to communicate in the game.

nNormally, its use was restricted to certain places and conditions, but perhaps he might be able to make good use of the spell in this current situation. The problem was that this spell was originally designed to communicate with other players, so it might not be able to reach a GM.

nAnd in this extraordinary situation, there was no guarantee that the spell would work either.

n“…However…”

nHe had to give it a try.

nMomonga was a level one hundred spellcaster. If he could not cast spells, his mobility, his ability to gather information, and of course his fighting power would plummet drastically. In these unknown circumstances, he had to verify that he could use magic, and quickly.

nNow where can I go to test my magic… As Momonga thought about that question, he looked slowly around the Throne Room and then shook his head.

nAlthough this was an emergency situation, he had no desire to conduct magical experiments in the silent, nearly sacrosanct Throne Room. He contemplated suitable locations for magical testing, and then a promising place came to mind.

nThere was one more thing he wanted to confirm, in addition to his own abilities.

nHe wanted to be certain of his authority. He had to know whether his powers and privileges as the guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown still existed.

nUntil now, all the NPCs he had met were loyal to him. However, in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, there were several NPCs with levels equal to his own. He had to make sure they were still loyal.

nHowever—

nMomonga glanced at the kneeling Sebas and the maids, and then at Albedo beside him.

nAlbedo was smiling. It was a beautiful smile, but it seemed to be concealing something else behind it. As he wondered what that “something else” might be, unease crept through Momonga.

nThe NPCs were loyal to him, but would they stay that way? If this were in the real world, subordinates would no longer be loyal to superiors who constantly screwed up. Would the NPCs be that way as well? Or was it that once they were programmed to be loyal, they would stay that way forever?

nIf their loyalty to him wavered, how should he regain it?

nRewards? There was vast wealth in the Treasury. Although it pained him to expend the treasures left behind by his former comrades, they would probably understand if it was for the sake of Ainz Ooal Gown. The question would then be how large of a reward he should give.

nIn addition, was he superior to others by virtue of being higher-ranked? But what criteria could he use to quantify his superiority? He was not clear about that yet. He had the feeling that as long as he kept this dungeon going, he would eventually come to understand these things.

nOr did that mean—

n“—Power?”

nHe opened his left hand and gripped the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown that sailed into his grasp.

n“Overwhelming power?”

nThe seven gems set into the staff gleamed brightly, as though imploring their master to use their colossal might.

n“…Forget it, I’ll take my time to think about that later.”

nMomonga released the staff he held, and the wavering staff fell to the ground as though it were angry at him.

nIn any case, as long as he acted the part of the leader, they would probably not raise their hands against him right away. Be it among animals or humans, enemies would probably not attack if their intended prey did not reveal any weaknesses.

nMomonga declared in a powerful voice:

n“Pleiades. Other than the maid selected to accompany Sebas, the rest of you will head to the Ninth Floor and repel any invaders from the Eighth Floor.”

n“Understood, Momonga-sama.”

nThe maids behind Sebas acknowledged his orders respectfully.

n“Begin immediately.”

n“Understood, my master!”

nOnce more the chorus of voices rang out. Sebas and the maids bowed once more to their lord who sat upon the throne, then stood and left simultaneously.

nThe giant doors opened, and then closed again.

nSebas and the maids vanished beyond the doors.

nIt was good that they had not replied with a “No,” or something similar.

nA great weight seemed to lift off Momonga’s chest, and at the same time he looked at the person who had stayed by his side. That person was Albedo, who had stood by, awaiting orders.

nShe smiled, and asked him, “Then, Momonga-sama, what will you have me do next?”

n“Ah, ahhh… got it.”

nMomonga rose from the throne to retrieve his staff, and as he did that, he spoke:

n“Come to me.”

n“Yes.”

nThe smiling Albedo drew closer. Although Momonga was wary of the black wand and orb she had been carrying, that caution passed in an instant, and he decided to temporarily ignore its existence. Just as Momonga finished thinking that, Albedo was close enough that he could embrace her if he wanted.

nShe smells nice — wait, what am I thinking.

nMomonga cast out the thoughts which had rose up inside him again. Now was not the time for fooling round.

nHe reached out his hand to touch Albedo’s.

n“…mf.”

n“Hm?”

nA pained expression flickered across Albedo’s face. Momonga drew his hand away, like he had received an electric shock.

nWhat’s this? Did I make her feel uncomfortable?

nSeveral bad memories ran through his mind — like being hit by loose change that fell from the sky — but in the end Momonga found his answer.

n“…Ah—”

nOverlords required levels in the Elder Lich racial class, and among the abilities Elder Liches possessed was the ability to inflict negative energy damage on anything they touched. Was that the reason?

nAlthough, even if it really was the reason, he still had some questions to ask.

nIn YGGDRASIL, the monsters and NPCs that appeared in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick would be recognized as belonging to the Ainz Ooal Gown faction. Since every member of the guild was also flagged as belonging to Ainz Ooal Gown, there should be no problems even if they attacked each other.

nCould it be that she no longer belongs to our guild? Or has friendly fire been enabled?

nThe latter possibility was more likely.

nWith that conclusion in mind, Momonga apologized to Albedo.

n“Forgive me. I forgot to deactivate my negative energy touch skill.”

n“Please pay it no heed, Momonga-sama. That damage hardly counted as damage. And as long as it is you, Momonga-sama, I would gladly endure any kind of — kya!”

n“Ah… mm. Is… that so… No, no, I must still apologize.”

nMomonga was caught off-guard by Albedo’s adorable yelp and the way she shyly covered her face, and his reply ended up being less dignified than he had hoped for.

nSo it was due to the negative energy touch after all.

nMomonga turned his eyes from Albedo, who was going on and on about how this was nothing compared to the pain of losing her virginity, and began thinking about how to temporarily deactivate the always-on skill — and then he suddenly knew how to do it.

nTo Momonga, who wielded the power of an Overlord, it was as simple and natural as breathing.

nHe could not help but laugh at the strange situation he found himself in. After all the shocks and surprises he had received so far, this was hardly worth panicking about. It was frightening how well he had adapted to his condition.

n“I’m going to touch you.”

n“Ah.”

nAfter deactivating the skill, he touched Albedo’s hand. Thoughts like Her hand’s so slim, her skin’s so white, and so on raced through his head, but he cast aside these male desires and focused on one thing — the pulse at her wrist.

n—It was there.

nIt was a steady rhythm, lub-dub, lub-dub. She was a living being, so it was only natural.

nYes, she was alive.

nMomonga released her hand and looked at his own arms. All he saw was an expanse of polished white bone, bereft of skin or flesh. Because he had no blood vessels, he could not feel a heartbeat. Indeed, an Overlord was an undead creature, a being that had transcended mortality itself, so obviously it would not have a heartbeat.

nHe shifted his gaze to Albedo.

nMomonga saw himself reflected within Albedo’s moist golden eyes. Her cheeks were pink, probably because her body was rapidly heating up. The changes in her body surprised him.

n“…What’s this?”

nIs she not an NPC? Is she not pure electronic data? Why does she feel like a real person? What kind of AI could do this? More importantly, why is it that YGGDRASIL feels like the real world…

nImpossible.

nMomonga shook his head in denial. There was no way such a fantastic scenario could have occurred. But once the idea took root, it was not easy to eradicate. Momonga was not sure how to proceed given the changes in Albedo.

nThe next step… yes, the final step. If he could confirm that, then all of his predictions would be vindicated. Was this real life, or was this just fantasy?

nHe had to do this. If she attacked him with that weapon of hers, it could not be helped.

n“Albedo… I, may I touch your breasts?”

n“Eh?”

nThe air between them seemed to freeze.

nAlbedo’s eyes went wide.

nA wave of depression washed over Momonga as he considered his words.

n“I have to do this,” what the hell was he thinking, saying that to a woman? He wanted to scream “Despicable!” at the top of his voice. Indeed, using one’s superior position to commit sexual harassment was the most despicable thing imaginable.

nBut he had no choice. Indeed, he had to do this.

nAs Momonga convinced himself with all his strength, his composure gradually returned to him. Resuming the air of a proper ruler, he continued forcefully:

n“That… should be fine, right?”

nIt was not fine at all.

nIn contrast to Momonga’s nervous request, Albedo seemed to be overflowing with joy. She gave him a glittering smile.

n“But of course, Momonga-sama. Please, help yourself.”

nAlbedo straightened herself up, presenting her ample twin peaks for Momonga’s inspection. If he still had saliva, he would have swallowed several times by now.

nHer breasts swelled up through her dress. And now, he was going to touch them.

nOn the other side of his abnormal tension and nervousness, a quiet, calm part of Momonga’s brain was observing his own actions. He noted how foolish he was, and wondered why he had thought of this, and why he was still going to follow through anyway.

nHe sneaked a peek at Albedo, and found that her eyes were shining, jiggling her bosom as though to say Hurry up and touch me.

nNot knowing whether it was because of excitement or embarrassment, Momonga steadied his hands with sheer force of will, steeled his resolve, and reached out.

nThe first thing Momonga felt was something hard under the dress, followed by a soft, yielding sensation.

n“Fuahh.. haaa…”

nAs Albedo moaned wetly, Momonga completed yet another experiment.

nIf his brain was normal, there were two possible explanations for his present situation.

nThe first was that this was a new DMMO-RPG. That was to say, the moment YGGDRASIL had shut down, a new game, “YGGDRASIL II”, had immediately taken its place.

nHowever, in light of this experiment, the probability of that being the case was vanishingly small.

nThis was because R-18 actions were strictly forbidden in these games. Who knew, perhaps even R-15 actions might be banned as well. Violators would be publicly listed on the game’s official website, and their accounts would be deleted, or worse.

nOnce the records of these R-18 actions were publicly released, they might be punished for damaging moral culture and thus violating the Social Order Maintenance Act. As such, most people would consider these acts off-limits.

nIf they were still in a game world, the company should have made it impossible for players to do such things. If the GMs and the game companies were watching, they would have prevented Momonga from performing lewd actions. However, there was no sign of any resistance or opposition.

nIn addition, one of the fundamental rulings which pertained to DMMO-RPGS was that forcing a player to participate in a game without permission could be treated as a form of cyber-kidnapping.

nAs such, forcing a player to test out a game in this manner was a prosecutable offense, especially if there was no way to force-quit the game. It would not be unexpected for a company to receive fines or jail time for such things. If a situation arose where a player was not able to log out of the game, up to a week’s worth of game activity could be stored in a legally-mandated record, which would make it easy to prosecute the company for their violations of the law.

nTherefore, if Momonga did not report to work for a week, someone would have found it strange and come to his house to check on him. Then all the police would need to do was to access the records with a specialized console and the problem would be solved.

nWhich company would risk arrest or worse to commit a corporate crime like this? Of course, they could try to muddy the waters by saying “this was a closed beta test for YGGDRASIL II,” or “there were third-party programs used here.” But in truth, such a risky matter would have no benefits at all for the game company.

nThat being the case, the only answer for his present circumstances would be that a third party was doing something here, and it had nothing to do with the game company. If that was the case, he would need to throw out all his previous theories and think in other directions, otherwise he would never find the answer.

nThe problem was that he had no idea where to start. And there was another possibility…

n…The possibility that the virtual world had become reality.

nImpossible.

nMomonga promptly rejected that idea. How could such an illogical, foolish thing happen?

nBut on the flip side, the more he thought about it, the more strongly he felt it was the right answer.

nAnd then — Momonga remembered Albedo’s scent.

nIn accordance to the software legislation for virtual reality games, such games were not allowed to provide sensory data for smell and taste. Although YGGDRASIL had food and drink items, consuming them was little more than changing a value in the game system. In addition, the sense of touch was heavily limited, in order to prevent confusion with the real world. These limitations meant that VR systems were not very useful for the sex industry.

nHowever, none of these limitations were in effect now.

nRealizing these facts shocked Momonga. Countless questions like, “What about tomorrow’s work? What’ll happen if this keeps up?” flashed through his mind, but then he cast them all to the back of his mind.

n“…If this virtual world is just a simulation of the real world… then the quantity of data involved must be unimaginable…”

nMomonga swallowed with a nonexistent throat. Though his mind could not comprehend the situation, his heart could.

nHis hands finally left Albedo’s ample bosom.

nHe realised that he had been groping her for a long time, but Momonga justified it to himself by saying that he had no choice but to grope her for that long, and it was definitely not because squeezing her supple flesh felt so good that he reluctantly let go of her… or something.

n“Sorry, Albedo.”

n“Fuahh…”

nA sensual moan came from the red-faced Albedo, and he could practically feel her body heat raising the surrounding temperature. After that, she shyly asked Momonga:

n“Will I have my first time here?”

nMomonga was caught off guard by her question, and before he could think clearly, he replied:

n“…Eh?”

nHis mind was suddenly frozen, and was unable to parse her question,

nFirst time? What’s that? What’s this all about? And why does she look so shy?

n“May I ask how you wish to dispose of my clothes?”

n“…Wha?”

n“Would it be better if I disrobed myself? Or would you like to unwrap me, Momonga-sama? Or if we did it while I was wearing the dress, afterwards… it would get dirty… no, if you want me to wear this dress, I have no objections, Momonga-sama.”

nHis brain finally managed to make sense of Albedo’s words. Although, whether there really was a brain under that skull remained to be seen.

nAs Momonga realized why Albedo had this reaction, an immense struggle took place within himself before he finally said:

n“Enough, that’s all for now, Albedo.”

n“Eh? I understand.”

n“Now is not the time for… no, there’s no time for that sort of thing.”

n“My, my apologies! I allowed myself to be ruled by my desires despite the urgency of the situation!”

nWith a swift movement, Albedo made to genuflect in apology, but Momonga stopped her:

n“No, all this is my fault. I forgive you, Albedo. That aside… I have an order.”

n“Please give me any command you desire.”

n“Tell the Guardians of each Floor, with the exception of the Fourth and the Eighth Floors, to meet at the Colosseum on the Sixth Floor in an hour’s time. I will contact Aura and Mare myself, so there is no need to inform them.”

n“Understood. Allow me to repeat the order; aside from Aura and Mare of the Sixth Floor, I am to inform all the Floor Guardians to meet one hour later at the Colosseum.”

n“Correct. Go.”

n“Yes.”

nAlbedo swiftly departed the Throne Room.

nAs he watched the retreating Albedo, Momonga let himself sigh, in a way that suggested he was thoroughly exhausted. Once she left the Throne Room, Momonga groaned painfully:

n“…Oh, what have I done? It was supposed to be a silly joke… If I’d known I wouldn’t have done it. I’ve… I’ve soiled the NPC Tabula Smaragdina-san created…”

nWhen he thought about it, there was only one reason why Albedo would react like she had.

nIt must have been when he was editing her backstory, and changed that line to “She is in love with Momonga.”

nThat must have been why she acted that way.

n“…Ah… **!”

nMomonga muttered to himself, thinking about how Tabula Smaragdina had painstakingly created his masterpiece Albedo out of whole cloth, and then someone else had splashed paint all over his work at will, and now she had become like this.

nThe knowledge that he had ruined someone else’s hard work made him feel miserable.

nHowever, the frowning Momonga — although it could not be seen because he was a skeleton — eventually rose from the Throne.

nMomonga told himself that he had to leave this at the back of his mind. After the important things were taken care of, he could agonize over it later.

n