Chương 7: Chapter 7
Itami was seated inside the HMV. Everyone on his unit had a walkie talkie so he had heard everything from the beginning. He was surprised when Momon, the armored man could understand them. Even better he spoke the same language as them - Japanese-. This was something that had to be reported back. He wanted to give Tomita the instructions to bring them over so they could talk to him but that would be too rude. Momon the armored man would hear the voice from the walkie talkie and would therefore know that they were spying on the conversation. He didn't want to offend someone powerful enough that they could bring down the dragon in 2 strikes and 2 spells. This was something that especially surprised him as bullets could not even penetrate the dragons scale and it was until a they used a the Panzerfaust-3 that they could blow the dragon's limb and it was with the help of the Gothic lolita or else they would have missed. That is to say that the man could even swing the sword with enough force that the explosion generated.
Itami heard the conversation between, the man who called himself, Momon and Tomita from the walkie talkie " I will be taking the dragon's corpse if you don't mind." then he saw him move towards the dead dragon.
"Ah, about that, could you perhaps leave us the limb we blew off?" Tomita responded with caution.
"Of course, what are you talking about? That is your spoils of war, so it's rightfully yours," Momon replied magnanimously.
"Momon-san, would you need any help carrying the dragon's corpse? Although we're full at the moment, we can specially arrange for help if you want."
'Good job,' Itami thought, impressed by Tomita's diplomacy. He knew he had to report back periodically, which provided a perfect opportunity to explain the situation and request assistance. Their mission was to scout the area and establish good relationships with the locals, and forming an alliance with someone as powerful as Momon could be invaluable. Momon had mentioned being sent by the Sorcerer King, indicating his close ties with the ruler. It was clear that the Sorcerer King was not of this nation, but Momon's confidence suggested a power great enough to demand compensation from the current kingdom or face destruction.
The HMV was alive with chatter and excitement, the children bouncing around in the cramped space, while the elf and the Gothic lolita engaged in animated conversation. Their words were incomprehensible to Itami.
"No need, I can handle this myself," Momon stated. Itami watched in amazement as Momon grabbed the dragon's corpse with one hand and produced a small pouch with the other.
Itami's companions whispered, "What is he trying to do?"
Lost in thought, Itami blurted out, "Whoa, could it be the legendary magic bag like in the games?"
"What! Those magic items that have a separate space and can fit a lot of things? That's awesome!" Takeo Kurata shouted
They watched in awe as Momon effortlessly stuffed the massive dragon into the small pouch, confirming it was indeed a magic bag.
Itami noted the stunned expressions on the Gothic lolita and the elf's faces.
From the radio came the incredulous voice of Shino Kuribayashi, "That's what you are astonished by?! He can carry a dragon with just one hand. That dragon weighs at least 10 tons, and he casually lifted it and threw it with one hand."
Another soldier chimed in, "Of course he can. I mean, he decapitated the dragon with one swing. The dragon's scales are so hard that even .50 caliber bullets couldn't penetrate. It's like someone decapitating a pig with one slash. They'd obviously have the strength to carry it, no?"
They saw that Momon was following Tomita back with the hand they dragon's hand they blew up. Itami had to come out from the armored vehicle as he was the captian. He bowed and said " Yoji Itami, Nice to meet you."
Momon nodded back at him. "Momon, and this is my companion, Nabe. The creature here is Hamsuke."
Rory Mercury emerged from the vehicle, her curiosity piqued. "Are you also perhaps a demigod?" she inquired, her eyes glinting with interest.
Itami watched, unable to decipher Rory's question to Momon. What surprised him was Momon's response and Rory's apparent understanding, despite Momon clearly speaking Japanese.
"A demigod? No, I am but a mere man, a subordinate of the Sorcerer King, ruler of the Sorcerer Kingdom," Momon answered calmly.
"Did Hardy open another passage leading to another world? Are you not from this world either?" Rory asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
At this point, Itami was utterly baffled. He could hear the conversation but couldn't follow it, as one spoke in an unknown language and the other in Japanese.
"Hardy!? Who is that? So she opened the Gate and ordered the attack on... the Sorcerer Kingdom?" Momon replied, his voice laced with barely contained fury. Itami could feel the anger radiating from Momon, and he noticed Nabe and Hamsuke reacting similarly.
"Ah, no, I don't think she ordered the attack, but she did open the Gates," Rory quickly clarified.
Itami felt invisible as they continued their conversation, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He finally interjected, "Uhm, you can understand their language? Or is it magic that lets you do it? You clearly speak Japanese, yet she understands you."
"Oh, this? I was given a magic item that automatically translates everything I hear, see, or speak so I can understand. This is a gift from the Sorcerer King," Momon explained.
Realization dawned on Itami—it wasn't that Momon was speaking Japanese, but rather that everything was being magically translated. Although he wished he could acquire such an item, he knew it was likely not for sale.
At this moment the rest of the JSDF members also gathered and came with the village chief
The village chief of Coda Village, an elderly man with a weathered face, stood before the assembled villagers, the JSDF soldiers, and Momon. His voice, though old, carried the weight of gratitude and sorrow.
"Thank you, brave warriors/ men in green, and you, oh noble hero, for slaying the dragon that terrorized our village," he began, bowing deeply. "Your bravery has given us a chance to live another day, a chance to rebuild what was destroyed."
He paused, looking over the villagers who had gathered, their faces a mixture of hope and despair. "Some of our people will continue their journey, seeking safety and a new life. Those who have family or friends nearby are fortunate; they will find a place to stay, a chance at a job, and the warmth of loved ones."
The chief's eyes grew somber as he continued, "But there are many who are not so lucky. The majority of our villagers have no family, no friends to turn to. They are the old, the children, the ones who have lost everything. They must now live the life of refugees, wandering the land in search of shelter and hope. They worry about how to survive each day, but they still pray in gratitude for having escaped the dragon's wrath. They hope that Lady Luck will smile upon them as they scatter across the land."
A tear rolled down the chief's cheek as he bowed once more, this time lower than before. "We owe you a debt we cannot repay, but know that your actions have given us a fighting chance. May the gods bless you for your kindness and bravery."
Momon translated everything to Itami so he could understand.
Itami stepped forward, saluting the chief. "We will do everything in our power to assist those in need."
Momon, standing tall in his black armor, nodded solemnly as he accepted the gratitude. He understood that if he asked for compensation the image he was building was going to collapse so he didn't ask for any.
The villagers, despite their uncertain future, found a glimmer of hope in the assurances of their protectors. They bid their farewells, some with tears, others with determined expressions, as they set forth on their new paths, each carrying the weight of survival and the hope for a better tomorrow.
Itami knew that by promising to help, he had committed to ensuring the safety and well-being of the remaining villagers. He needed to report back and hope that the top brass granted him the necessary permissions to take care of those left behind.
As the JSDF and the remaining villagers watched, Momon suddenly raised an armored finger to where his ear would be, as if listening to an unseen voice. His demeanor shifted to one of surprise, and without hesitation, he spoke quickly. "I must go now. Farewell and stay safe."
Before anyone could respond or extend an invitation, Momon had turned and departed, his impressive figure disappearing into the distance. The villagers and the JSDF members were left with a mixture of awe and curiosity, wondering what urgent matter had called away their mysterious ally so abruptly.
Itami took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead. He knew that every decision he made from this point forward could mean the difference between life and death for these people. With determination, he prepared to relay the situation to his superiors, hoping they would support his efforts to protect and aid the villagers of Coda.
'No, it's better not to tell them,' Itami thought, weighing his options. 'That way, I can just take them with us. Once they're already there, the top brass will most likely accept it, leaving the chance of being rejected null.' With his mind made up, Itami decided to skip the periodic report and proceed without informing his superiors. He could later explain it away by saying that the signal issues in this fantasy world had cut off his communication.
As he relayed his plan to his team, they exchanged uncertain glances but ultimately trusted their leader's judgment. They also felt a deep empathy towards the children and elderly, who made up the majority aside from some injured adults.
For the people of this world, following an armed group of unknown affiliation was as risky as jumping into a ravine. They might as well have been stripped naked and sold into slavery. However, they had no choice. They were children who had lost their parents when the Flame Dragon attacked, elderly people who had lost their children, and some were even wounded. Under normal circumstances, their fate would be a slow and painful death. Of course, some were different. For instance, there was the Magician Kato and his pupil, who were very interested in the JSDF, as well as the priestess of Emroy.
The HMV was loaded with the orphaned children, the wounded, and the Elven girl—all their eyes were on Itami. They were uneasy about the decision he was going to make. Because they could not understand his language, they studied the minute changes on his face. Among them, the black-clad Gothic Loli looked at him with great interest in her eyes.
His innocent smile removed the tension in the air.
Itami's duty was to investigate the inhabitants of this world, to communicate with them, build good relations, and collect knowledge of this world. Wouldn't it be great if he could bring natives back of their own free will, thus improving their understanding of this world's language and culture? At least, that was what he thought.
In truth, a civil servant who thought like this would be nearly impossible to find. Anyone who didn't realize the problem with that sort of thinking would never have become a public servant. What public servants hated the most were people who increased their workload.
Itami's unique perspective set him apart. He saw the potential benefits of integrating with the locals, fostering mutual understanding, and even learning from them. As he organized the villagers and prepared to transport them, he felt a sense of purpose. The children's smiles and the elders' relieved expressions reaffirmed his decision.
Despite the unconventional approach, Itami knew that his actions were driven by a genuine desire to help and understand this new world. He hoped that his superiors would eventually see the value in his decision, even if it meant bending the rules a little. For now, he focused on the task at hand, determined to see it through and ensure the safety and well-being of those under his care.
With the convoy set and their destination clear, Itami and his team led the villagers towards Alnus Hill, where the JSDF base was located. The vehicles rumbled forward, a mix of old and young faces peering out with a blend of hope and apprehension.
The landscape passed by, a testament to the world's beauty and mystery, even in the face of recent turmoil. The children, huddled together, found some comfort in each other's company. The elderly, though weary, bore the journey with silent resilience.
Upon arrival at Alnus Hill, the sight of the JSDF base brought a collective sigh of relief. Itami and his team guided the villagers to a secure area, ensuring they were comfortable and had what they needed.
After ensuring the villagers were settled, Itami finally reported to Major Higaki's office, hoping his unconventional decision would be met with understanding.
"You, you, you…" Major Higaki grabbed his head in exasperation, glaring at Itami.
Itami, acting as if he was unsure of what he had done wrong, watched as the officers from the other Advance Reconnaissance Teams remained silent. Outside the camp, the refugees looked around, a mix of curiosity and hope in their eyes.
"Who, who said you could bring them here?!" Major Higaki demanded, his voice rising in frustration.
"Eh? Was that a bad thing?" Itami replied, idly scratching his head.
Higaki paced around the room, trying to compose his thoughts. "Do you realize what you've done? This could complicate our operations and resource allocation!"
Itami maintained his composure. "I understand the potential complications, but these people had nowhere else to go. They're children, the elderly, and the wounded. Leaving them behind wasn't an option."
Higaki stopped pacing and looked directly at Itami. "Follow me," he said, walking out of his office.
Itami followed Major Higaki through the base, his expression calm despite the growing tension in the air.
Higaki glanced at Itami as they walked back toward General Hazama's office. His frustration hadn't waned, but curiosity had crept into his tone. "You mentioned something about encountering someone powerful during the mission. Care to elaborate before we see the General?"
Itami nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, his name was Momon, an armored warrior who took down the Flame Dragon with what can only be described as overwhelming power. Two strikes and a couple of spells were all it took. Even our Panzerfaust barely managed to blow off a limb. Compared to what we saw... it's like comparing a firecracker to a missile."
Higaki stopped mid-stride, raising an eyebrow. "And you didn't bring this up sooner because?"
"I wanted to ensure we fully understood what we were dealing with first. Momon speaks Japanese, but it turns out it's due to a magic item granted by his master, the Sorcerer King. He even showed us that incredible strength of his—lifting the entire dragon corpse, stuffing it into what looked like a small pouch, probably some sort of magic storage item."
Higaki crossed his arms, intrigued despite himself. "So you're telling me this Momon is connected to a ruler of immense power, and he's strolling around like a casual envoy?"
"Essentially, yes," Itami replied, smiling faintly. "And we had a chance to talk. He was polite, even magnanimous, leaving us the dragon limb we claimed in the fight. But what really stood out was the sense of purpose he carried. He mentioned he was here under orders from the Sorcerer King. Judging by his tone, that King isn't someone you want to cross."
They reached Hazama's office, and Higaki opened the door after a quick announcement. "Sir, I believe you need to hear this."
Hazama gestured for them to enter. Itami saluted and launched into his report, recounting the encounter with Momon, the battle against the dragon, and the warrior's capabilities. He detailed Momon's diplomatic demeanor, his immense strength, and the implications of his connection to the Sorcerer Kingdom.
"Two strikes and a couple of spells?" Hazama repeated, his brow furrowed. "Against a Flame Dragon? And you're sure of this?"
"Absolutely, sir," Itami confirmed. "His strength is beyond anything we've encountered here so far. The way he handled himself, the way he spoke—it was clear he was accustomed to commanding respect. Not to mention his companion, named Nabe, and the creature he called Hamsuke. Both seemed equally remarkable, though we didn't see them fight very much."
Higaki interjected, "This Sorcerer King he mentioned... If this Momon is a subordinate, we need to consider the kind of force the kingdom could wield. Forming an alliance, or at least staying on their good side, seems imperative."
Hazama leaned back further in his chair, his fingers steepled in thought. "This might not be the only world connected through a gate," he began, his tone grave. "There was an incident not long ago—a scouting unit reported finding another gate in the eastern region. By the time we attempted to confirm, the gate had vanished, leaving no trace it had ever been there."
Itami raised an eyebrow. "Another gate? You mean there might be more worlds connected here?"
Hazama nodded. "That's the working theory. If Momon and his Sorcerer King aren't from this world, it could be that they came through that second gate—or perhaps even another one yet undiscovered. The implications are staggering. If news of multiple connections leaks to the other nations back home, I doubt we could withstand the geopolitical fallout."
Higaki leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. "You're saying other countries would intervene? Take over operations or outright invade this side?"
"Exactly," Hazama replied, his voice tight with concern. "We're barely managing the current situation with the Empire, the local kingdom, and now these new entities. If word spreads about a second or third world with potentially greater resources or more advanced civilizations, the other nations won't just sit back and watch. They'd force their way in, and we could lose control of this entire operation."
Itami frowned, his usually relaxed demeanor giving way to unease. "Sir, if this theory holds, and these other worlds have figures like Momon or rulers like his Sorcerer King... we might not be dealing with just diplomatic challenges but existential ones. Depending on how they perceive us, they might see us as allies—or as threats."
"Which is why," Hazama continued, "we need to tread carefully. Your report on Momon's strength and demeanor is a good start. It suggests he's open to dialogue and potentially cooperative, but we can't assume the same for everyone from his world—or any others connected by gates. For now, this stays classified. Yanagida, see to it that the second gate's discovery and disappearance are erased from any public records. We don't need rumors spreading."
"Understood, sir," Yanagida said firmly.
The room remained tense as Hazama turned to his subordinates, the burden of their discussion heavy in the air. He knew that the weight of the situation would soon reach beyond their small circle. "We'll need to send a detailed report to the minister," Hazama said, his voice colder than before. "The government needs to be aware of the situation so everything we are discussing here may be not do anything as it all depends on the actions they take. Still we have to thread carefully because if the information is mishandled, it could trigger a political storm."
"I wonder how long this situation can remain under control," Higaki said, his voice heavy with frustration. "The media is becoming a problem. They're pushing harder for access to the area. They want firsthand reports, images, and any scrap of information they can get their hands on."
Akira Yanagida, ever the pragmatic one, ran a hand through his hair. "I knew this would happen. The moment we confirmed the existence of the gate, the media started circling. They're desperate for a story, and with so many eyes on us, it won't be long before other countries start demanding transparency."
Hazama's expression hardened, his gaze shifting toward the window. "The problem isn't just the media. It's what happens when this gets out to the international community. Right now, the government is managing the situation, but if the other nations get wind of multiple gates—or the potential for more advanced civilizations—it could quickly escalate."
Higaki leaned forward, his voice lowering. "You're talking about foreign governments intervening, right? If the situation becomes too public, they might see it as an opportunity to stake their claim. Diplomatic relations will break down, and there's a chance this could turn into a military intervention."
"Exactly," Hazama said, his voice grim. "If word gets out that there's a gateway to potentially more powerful or resource-rich worlds, the geopolitical consequences could be disastrous. The media might paint this as a threat or an opportunity, and before we know it, we could find ourselves at the center of a global tug-of-war."
"It's not just the foreign governments," Yanagida added. "There are factions within Japan itself that could seize on the opportunity. Certain political players might view this as a way to push their own agendas—whether it's increasing military spending, asserting dominance over the region, or even opening talks with other powers in the Special Region."
Itami shifted uncomfortably, sensing the gravity of the situation. "So, what do we do? The more we try to contain this, the harder it's going to be to manage. Once the information starts leaking—"
"—It'll be a free-for-all," Hazama finished. "Exactly. The key is to control the narrative before it spirals out of control. We need to ensure the government is fully briefed on the potential consequences. But we also have to be careful how we present it. The higher-ups will need to weigh the risks of disclosure against the benefits of transparency. And depending on how they react, it could either de-escalate things—or make everything far worse."
Higaki exhaled sharply. "We're already walking a fine line. If we don't get ahead of this, the media will do it for us, and then we're dealing with a full-blown diplomatic crisis. But if we move too quickly, it could send the wrong signals to the other nations."
"That's why it's important to keep a tight lid on it for now," Hazama said. "At least until we can make a well-informed decision. We can't afford to let the information leak out carelessly. If we misstep, we could end up in a situation where we're negotiating from a position of weakness—or worse, facing aggressive intervention."
"It's not just the media," Yanagida mused. "It's the timing. If we don't act fast, everything could spiral beyond our control. The government will need to act decisively. The wrong move, and this could go from a diplomatic issue to an international crisis."
Itami nodded, his concern growing. "Understood, sir. I'll keep my focus on the refugees and their needs. At least that will give us a little breathing room for now."
"Good," Hazama said. "Your handling of the refugees will buy us some time. But I'm afraid the real challenge is yet to come. If the higher-ups act irresponsibly, we could find ourselves on the edge of a geopolitical disaster."
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In the dimly lit conference room, the ministers sat around a large oval table, their faces set in stern lines, each absorbed in the classified documents laid before them. The air was thick with tension as they processed the information that had been sent from the front lines. The door clicked shut behind the last minister, and the room fell into a heavy silence.
Minister Taro Kano, a graying man with a sharp gaze, broke the silence. His voice was low, almost conspiratorial. "The report from Hazama's team raises more questions than answers. We can't ignore the implications of multiple worlds possibly being connected, but we also can't afford to panic. If the public gets wind of this, it'll be a disaster."
Prime Minister Morita adjusted his glasses and leaned forward. "Exactly. The military's encounter with this 'Momon' is impressive, yes, but let's not lose perspective. He single-handedly defeated a Flame Dragon, but he's still using swords and armor. The fact that he relies on such primitive weaponry tells us their technology is far behind ours. The reality is, even if they have combat prowess, they can still be neutralized by modern weaponry. In the report, he even described himself as just a man. That's significant—it means he's not invincible."
Another minister, who had remained quiet until now, scoffed. "Primitive, indeed. Their magic might make them formidable in some scenarios, but they're no different from the medieval knights and warriors we've already faced. Look at the casualty reports: they couldn't even touch us. Our forces didn't suffer a single injury. Their swords and spells may be dangerous, but they're no match for anti-tank shells or other modern weapons."
Hasegawa nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We're dealing with a civilization that hasn't even reached the industrial revolution. They might have some magical advantages, but they're still fundamentally backward. We don't need to overestimate them. We can manage this."
A more pragmatic voice interrupted the conversation—Minister Nakagawa, a younger and more strategic thinker. "While I agree that their technology seems primitive, we can't dismiss the fact that they have capabilities that we don't fully understand yet. They could still pose a significant threat if we don't proceed cautiously. We've yet to see what magic can do on the battlefield. Their warriors, like this Momon, could be far more dangerous than we assume. I mean we have gotten the results back of the dragon scale and it was reported to be 9 on the Moh scale, and he cut it like tofu. That means that they have minerals and materials much more harder than what we currently know of."
Prime minister Morita raised a hand, silencing the growing tension. "Nakagawa is right to be cautious. However, we must keep our priorities straight. The geopolitical consequences of this situation are much larger than just one individual. This will be information will be known to the other countries sooner or later even if we don't want it to happen so I suggest that for this doesn't spiral into a new Cold War or worse. We'll need to cooperate with America to keep them in check.
Nakagawa frowned. "America? You want us to work with them? Given the way the U.S. has handled similar situations in the past, I don't trust them to play nice with Japan's interests."
Morita leaned back, steepling his fingers. "We don't have a choice. If we attempt to go it alone, we risk isolation. America has the resources, influence, and experience to handle this on a global scale. Working with them allows us to maintain a position at the table and ensure our interests are protected. More importantly, it helps keep other nations, particularly China and Russia and Germany, in check."
Nakagawa frowned, the unease still present in his tone. "We must remember, though, that information will leak. The media will continue to demand access, and once this information spreads internationally, the situation could quickly get out of hand. We need to be prepared for a global response, one that could lead to other nations demanding their own involvement."
Saito, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "The international response is already brewing. Investments in our resource sectors are skyrocketing, but oil and ore-related industries are plummeting globally. Nagata-cho's MPs are locked in consultations with the Economic Federation, and the diplomatic corps is stretched thin managing NATO's concerns. If we don't act decisively, the calls for international oversight will only grow louder."
"The media will be another challenge," Nakagawa added. "With the refugees Lieutenant Itami brought back, they'll have plenty to keep them occupied for now, but it won't last. Once they catch wind of the Special Region's potential, the narrative will spin out of our control."
Morita nodded. "That's why we must act quickly. Forming an alliance with America will provide the leverage we need to contain the situation. We'll share enough information to maintain trust but keep critical details, like the possible existence of other worlds, classified. This ensures we remain ahead of the curve at least for a while.
Taro Kano sighed, the weight of the discussion heavy on his shoulders. "It's settled, then. We'll pursue cooperation with America, not just to stabilize the geopolitical fallout, but to ensure Japan's position remains unchallenged.
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Now let's go back to why Ainz quickly left
Ainz was engaged in a seemingly mundane conversation with the small girl in black, Rory Mercury, and the man in green, Captain Itami, when his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a [Message] from Albedo: "Ainz-Sama, there is a weird anomaly in Nazarick. The summons are respawning..."
Instantly, Ainz's mind began to race. 'Summoned monsters respawn in Nazarick only when the previous ones are defeated. Does this mean Demiurge is currently in battle and losing low-level summons? And worse... could Demiurge have been overwhelmed without even calling for assistance? Was he... killed before he could respond? No...No this is all speculation maybe Demiurge does not need help and didn't bother to report as he deemed it to be not important.' Ainz tried to be hopeful still the thought sent a chill down his spine. Without wasting another moment, Ainz hastily said his goodbyes and left, He avoided teleportation, wary of being tracked, and moved quickly away from the gathering.
Albedo's voice continued in his mind, "Furthermore, I have contacted Demiurge and he says there have been no complications nor any deaths of the summons. I also asked if there have been any signs of the summons being rebellious or not, but he confirmed that they are still loyal." Hearing this Ainz let out an inaudible sigh of relief. It seemed his initial fears were unfounded, born from a paranoia that had proven vital in the past. But the situation remained odd, and Albedo wasn't done. "Furthermore," she added, "Demiurge theorized that the Great Tomb of Nazarick begins to summon new monsters when the previous ones are either too far away or cannot be reached. However, we do not yet understand why this is happening."
'Interesting,' Ainz thought, his intellect calming as it began analyzing the anomaly. His immediate crisis resolved, he issued his next commands. "Albedo, gather all the guardians currently outside Nazarick, except for Gargantua, Victim, and Demiurge. I will meet Demiurge and travel with him. Ensure the others are ready for orders."
"Understood, Ainz-sama," Albedo replied with her characteristic devotion.
Ainz turned to see Nabe, Hamsuke, and five summoned creatures acting as bodyguards. Their stances were tense, having been warned of potential danger. "Let's move," Ainz commanded. He conjured a [Gate], through which two summons entered first to scout the area. Moments later, they returned, confirming the perimeter was secure. Ainz stepped through, followed by Nabe, Hamsuke, and the rest of his entourage.
The [Gate] led them to the stronghold Demiurge had established in the field. Demiurge awaited them, bowing deeply as Ainz approached. "Welcome, Ainz-sama. I have prepared everything for our departure."
Ainz gave a curt nod of acknowledgment and opened another [Gate], this time leading to the outskirts of Nazarick. Yuri Alpha was already waiting, her immaculate uniform betraying no hint of fatigue as she greeted them. "Ainz-sama, Demiurge," she said, presenting a ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, the key to Nazarick's internal teleportation system.
Ainz accepted the ring and slid it onto his skeletal finger. With a gesture, he activated the magic within, and within moments, he, Demiurge, and the others were transported directly to the throne room of Nazarick.
The scene before him was one of absolute order and reverence. The guardians were already assembled, each kneeling in perfect formation. As Ainz entered, Demiurge, Yuri Alpha, and Narberal swiftly joined the line of kneeling figures, their heads bowed in deference. Albedo stood beside the throne, her expression radiating devotion and pride at the efficiency of her service.
Ainz walked with deliberate steps to the throne, his opulent black and gold robes flowing elegantly with each movement. The silken fabric shimmered subtly under the soft light of the room, the intricate gold embroidery depicting arcane symbols and otherworldly designs that radiated his authority and mystique. His skeletal visage, framed by the high collar of his regal attire, seemed even more imposing against the rich, dark hues of his robes.
As he sat, the grandeur of the throne room seemed to harmonize with his commanding presence, the luxurious robes pooling around him like shadows. Once seated, he allowed a moment of silence to stretch, the weight of his dominance and the aura of his power filling the chamber and reminding all present of his unassailable rule.
Finally, he spoke, his voice calm yet commanding. "Albedo, you have my thanks. Your swift action in gathering the guardians and ensuring everything was prepared on such short notice is commendable."
Albedo bowed deeply, her voice filled with humility. "Your praise is too kind, Ainz-sama. It is my greatest honor to serve you."
Ainz inclined his head slightly, acknowledging her words. His gaze swept over the kneeling guardians, his mind already strategizing. The anomaly in Nazarick required immediate attention, and with his loyal subordinates gathered, Ainz felt confident that they could uncover the mystery and ensure the Tomb's security.
"Guardians," Ainz addressed, his hollow voice carrying an authoritative resonance that filled the throne room, "we face an unusual phenomenon within Nazarick. I have summoned you here to deliberate and strategize about our future actions in light of this unprecedented occurrence. In Yggdrasil, the Great Tomb of Nazarick's pop summons could not venture beyond the dungeon. Yet, in this world, the rules differ: these summons can now leave Nazarick, and their behavior changes further in the Special Region we recently encountered. This indicates that different worlds operate under unique sets of rules. I invite your thoughts on the implications of this."
Demiurge was the first to respond, his intelligent gaze fixed on Ainz. "Ainz-sama, this development presents both challenges and opportunities. It appears the Great Tomb of Nazarick summons additional monsters under two conditions: first, when existing monsters are absent from the dungeon for an extended period; and second, when they are located in another world. If this phenomenon persists, it could become a significant advantage. By strategically deploying pop monsters to other worlds, we may create a self-sustaining cycle of replenishment."
Albedo stepped forward gracefully, her expression resolute. "While Demiurge's analysis is insightful, there remains an unresolved question: what will happen when monsters return to this world from another? Will they persist as independent entities, or will they vanish as if tethered to the other world? This is a critical uncertainty. With your permission, Ainz-sama, we propose conducting experiments to understand the mechanics and limits of this phenomenon."
Ainz nodded, his bony fingers tapping the armrest of his throne thoughtfully. "Excellent observations, both of you. If returning summons maintain their existence, this opens the possibility of creating a more diverse and strategic array of monsters. We would not be limited to skeletal summons but could tailor them to the specific needs we have at any time. However, as you have correctly noted, this raises concerns about maintaining balance within Nazarick itself. Demiurge, you anticipated this issue, did you not?" Ainz asked as Demiurge was the one who moved the pop summons in the first place therefore this phenomenon could be created.
Demiurge adjusted his glasses with a satisfied smile. "Indeed, Ainz-sama. Provisions have already been made to compensate for the temporary absence of low-level pop monsters. Additional security measures and alternative summons are prepared to ensure Nazarick remains impenetrable."
Ainz's voice carried a note of approval as he leaned back in his throne. "Wonderful, wonderful!" he exclaimed, his skeletal form shaking slightly with mirth. Then, unable to contain himself, a booming laugh erupted from him.
"JAJAJAJAJA!" The sound reverberated through the grand hall, startling even the ever-loyal guardians. This rare display of unbridled joy was something unexplainable to them—a glimpse into the excitement that Ainz felt deep within his undead being. The possibilities this discovery opened up were vast, and the thought of wielding such power filled him with an almost overwhelming elation.
Yet, as quickly as it surged, the emotion was suppressed by the automatic mechanisms of his undead body. The jubilation faded, leaving behind the calm, calculating ruler of Nazarick once more.
"Demiurge, Albedo," Ainz said, his tone now steady and authoritative, "proceed with your experiments and report your findings promptly. This development could redefine the scope of Nazarick's influence. Do not fail me."
The guardians bowed deeply, their voices unified in affirmation. "As you command, Ainz-sama."
Ainz shifted slightly in his throne, his glowing red eyes surveying the assembled guardians. His tone carried an air of command as he addressed them, his voice calm but expectant.
"Now, Demiurge, present your findings to the rest of the guardians regarding the Special Region. The rest of you, listen closely and share your thoughts on what shall be done with the people there."
Albedo rose from her kneeling position slightly, her beautiful face twisted into a manic grin as her devotion to Ainz overflowed. "Isn't it obvious, Ainz-sama?" she began, her voice honeyed yet laced with venom. "They should all be killed in the most horrendous ways imaginable, as an example to any who dare to oppose the glory of the Sorcerer Kingdom." Her golden eyes glimmered with malice, and her tone conveyed nothing but delight at the prospect.
Mare, nervously clutching his staff, looked up at Ainz, his voice hesitant but resolute. "Y-Yes, Ainz-sama," he stammered, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of the room's attention. "They... they dared to attack the Sorcerer Kingdom while we were at war with the Re-Estize Kingdom. That kind of behavior... it cannot be tolerated. They... they all deserve to die!" His voice trembled as he spoke, but his loyalty to Ainz was unmistakable.
Ainz raised a skeletal hand, silencing the room with a gesture. His crimson eyes flared faintly as he looked at Albedo and Mare, their zealous loyalty evident. He leaned forward slightly, his robes shifting subtly with the motion, the imposing presence of the Sorcerer King commanding complete attention.
"Albedo, Mare," he began in a calm, measured tone, "your loyalty is commendable, and your dedication to Nazarick's honor is without question. However, the matter of the Special Region requires more than immediate retribution. We must consider the long-term benefits and strategies that align with Nazarick's goals."
Turning his gaze to Demiurge, he continued, "Demiurge, present your findings to the assembled guardians. Your insights will provide the foundation for our next course of action. Let us approach this matter with the brilliance and precision that defines Nazarick."
Demiurge adjusted his glasses, a glint of satisfaction crossing his expression as he stepped forward. "As you wish, Ainz-sama." He turned to the other guardians and began, his voice resonating with confidence and meticulous planning.
"After a thorough analysis, Ainz-sama, I have identified the political and military structures within the Special Region. While their organizational capabilities are admirable for a world so underdeveloped, their overall power—both political and military—is laughably primitive compared to Nazarick." His tone was respectful yet laced with disdain for the audacity of such a weak world.
He gestured slightly with one hand as if to emphasize his points. "For example, the Saderan Empire, which is heralded as the largest empire in that world, spans its control nearly an entire continent. Yet, it is far weaker than the now-destroyed Re-Estize Kingdom. The Re-Estize Kingdom would have easily crushed them, had they ever crossed paths. And yet," Demiurge allowed himself a slight smile, "these Saderan forces had the gall to mount an offensive, both against us and the men in green. Their bravery, though commendable, is ultimately folly."
Albedo, standing beside the throne, interjected smoothly, her amber eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Folly indeed, Demiurge. Their actions suggest a complete lack of understanding of what they are facing. To dare challenge Ainz-sama and Nazarick... it is hubris of the highest order."
Demiurge inclined his head towards Albedo. "Precisely. Their magical capabilities, in particular, are utterly dismal. Even the weakest members of Nazarick could annihilate their so-called mages. Furthermore, the empire's recent offensive against Nazarick and the men in green has left them significantly weakened. A large portion of their standing military has been utterly decimated."
He paused, his gaze turning thoughtful as he pushed up his glasses again. "In fact, Ainz-sama, even a minor force of goblins from Carne Village could bring the Saderan Empire to its knees and seize control of the entire continent. With their sheer ferocity and the strategic advantage of superior leadership, it would be a swift conquest."
Shalltear smirked wickedly, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement at Demiurge's words. "How infuriating," she murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "To think such pathetic insects dared to raise their weapons against Ainz-sama. If given the chance, I would relish reducing their empire to nothing more than a crimson stain." Her smile widened, exposing her sharp fangs, as she imagined the carnage.
Aura crossed her arms, her wolfish grin emphasizing her playful yet serious demeanor. "If even the goblins from Carne Village could handle them, then this sounds like it'd be a pretty boring massacre," she said with a shrug. "Still, if Ainz-sama orders it, I'd gladly lead some monsters and show them what real strength looks like." She exchanged a glance with her brother, Mare, who fidgeted nervously at the thought of leading a military campaign.
Cocytus's mandibles clicked together sharply, a clear indication of his agitation. His deep, resonant voice carried a rare edge of anger as he spoke. "T.O A.T.T.A.C.K. .W.I.T.H.O.U.T N.O.T.I C.E.. I.S A.N I.N.S.U.L.T T.O T.H.E C.O.D.E O.F H.O.N.O.R.A.B.L.E W.A.R.F.A.R.E. S.U.C.H A.C.T.I.O.N.S... A.R.E C.O.W.A.R.D.L.Y A.N.D U.N.B.E.F.I.T.T.I.N.G O.F .E.V.E.N. T.H.E W.E.A.K.E.S.T F.O.E. T.H.I.S S.A.D.E.R.A.N E.M.P.I.R.E... H.A.S S.H.O.W.N T.H.A.T I.T I.S N.O.T W.O.R.T.H.Y O.F R.E.S.P.E.C.T I.N B.A.T.T.L.E."
Ainz was disappointed to say the least. The decision to ask his Guardians to their thoughts on the situation had been based on the hope that they would show some measure of growth and understanding. But instead, what he was presented with was not maturity, but rage. The Guardians, his loyal subordinates, were bent on annihilation. Even Cocytus, who had once pleaded for the sparing of the Lizardmen, now stood beside the others, his icy demeanor unwavering. The sight was disheartening. Ainz had hoped for a solution that reflected their own evolution, a more calculated approach that would benefit their plans. But all they sought was to kill. He had expected better from them.
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The moment the words left Ainz's lips, the air in the room grew thicker. Every Guardian turned their gaze toward Sebas, and he could feel their scrutiny bearing down on him. The pressure was suffocating. Sebas had rehearsed his thoughts in his mind countless times, weighing his words carefully, but now that the moment had arrived, his thoughts seemed jumbled. He wasn't just presenting his own plan, but one that had been discussed in secret with Nigredo, Pestonya, and Yuri. They had agreed that a rash decision would lead to the deaths of many innocent lives—lives that had not been directly responsible for the attack on the Sorcerer King's Kingdom. Yet, to ignore their actions would be a grave mistake. Sebas knew this. It was a delicate balance.
The meeting with Nigredo, Pestonya, and Yuri had been long and tense. They had all agreed that any action taken in retaliation had to be calculated. The forces responsible for the attack on the Sorcerer King's Kingdom would meet retribution, but the common populace, the ones not involved in the conflict, should not be treated as enemies. If they didn't approach the situation carefully and present a sound plan to their master, they risked inciting a massacre far greater than the one that had already occurred. They were determined to prevent such an outcome.
Sebas steeled himself and spoke, his voice wavering but steady. "A-Ainz-sama, I believe that death is not the only path. They could serve other purposes…"
Albedo's voice cut through the room like a whip. "How dare you suggest that they don't deserve death, Sebas! They defied Ainz-sama—do you think that is not worthy of retribution?!"
The sharpness in her tone reverberated in the room, but Ainz raised his hand, signaling for silence. His eyes, cold and unreadable, flicked toward Albedo. "Quiet, Albedo," he commanded, his voice unwavering.
Albedo fell silent, though her gaze remained fixed on Sebas with barely concealed hostility. Ainz turned back to Sebas, nodding subtly to encourage him to continue.
Sebas, drenched in cold sweat, gathered his resolve and pushed forward. "Yes, Ainz-sama. We are aware of the project that Mare is currently overseeing—the dungeon for the adventurers you plan to train. I believe that the dungeon could also be utilized for the Sorcerer King's magic Academy you wish to establish. We can train the populace there, but…" He hesitated. "The dungeon is a massive project. If we wish to make it large enough, we will need more resources. So, I propose we grow monsters and send them to the other world. There, they could mate and grow freely, becoming more formidable. We could use that world as a training ground. In addition, we could observe the development of their magic and possibly benefit from it. Especially that we know that the dungeon can maybe summon pop monsters infinitely, we can summon them and send them to the other world and see if they can procreate naturally and if they can, can the offsprings be controlled and grow stronger than the ones summoned. "
The room was silent as Sebas finished, his words hanging heavily in the air. The idea was bold, but Sebas knew it wasn't just his plan—it was a collective effort with Nigredo, Pestonya, and Yuri. It was their shared vision, one that would ensure the highest survival rate for the otherworlders, while also serving as a punishment for those who had defied them. No, it was more than a punishment it was more like eternal suffering if that world was as weak as Demiurge had explained. They would be fighting for survival and they would be killed an although not all, they would always be on the verge on death at every moment with just a slight chance of hope. It would be cruel, yes, but it was a necessary cruelty. The Guardians would have to agree, he thought. They wouldn't be swayed by sentimentality.
Shalltear, however, was unimpressed. She scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Their magic is weak, isn't it? Why bother learning from such pitiful creatures?"
Sebas' heart pounded in his chest, his entire body tense with anticipation as he awaited Ainz's judgment. The silence in the room felt like an eternity, each passing second pressing down on him like an unbearable weight. The Guardians, with their unwavering loyalty to Ainz, were already divided. The sharpness of Shalltear's words had cut deep, and Sebas knew the others would not be far behind in expressing their own disdain if they disagreed. Despite his belief in the plan, the risk of failure felt overwhelming. He had no more words left, his mind racing for something—anything—that could sway them.
Then, as if by fate, a voice broke the tense stillness—one Sebas had not expected to hear. Demiurge, ever the calculating strategist, spoke up, his voice smooth and persuasive as he expertly weaved his argument.
"Don't say that, Shalltear," Demiurge interjected calmly, his tone laced with his usual manipulative finesse. "Although they are weak now, perhaps that is only because they have lived in peace for so long. Their world may have not grown stronger as they stagnated being one large empire, free of natural enemies, where they never felt the need to grow stronger. We know nothing of their true potential, nor have we fully researched their magic. As Ainz-sama said, every world has its own rules, and perhaps their magic is still in its infancy. We haven't yet seen the extent of their capabilities. In our hands, we can control the environment in which they grow, shape it to our will. What we don't know is how their magic might evolve in such conditions."
Sebas felt a rush of relief flood his chest. Demiurge's intervention was not only unexpected, but also masterfully executed. His argument gave Sebas the additional weight he desperately needed—an angle that he himself hadn't fully explored. It was true that they hadn't yet seen the full picture of what this world had to offer. And if Ainz-sama was right about every world having its own rules, there was a chance that this world's magic could become a significant asset.
Demiurge continued, his words calculated and compelling. "Learning their magic may or may not yield beneficial results, but how can we know unless we try? We have the ability to shape the conditions, to push them to their limits and see what comes of it. It would be a waste to dismiss this opportunity without first exploring all that it could offer."
Sebas, still processing Demiurge's unexpected support, found himself staring at the strategist in wide-eyed disbelief. He had never expected the brilliant, manipulative Demiurge to speak in favor of his plan. It was a rare moment of solidarity between them, a rare alignment of vision. Sebas couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude toward him, even as his disbelief lingered.
"Demiurge-sama… Thank you," Sebas muttered quietly, his voice a mix of relief and surprise.
Demiurge, ever the picture of composed smugness, gave Sebas a slight nod, as if this act of support was nothing more than a calculated decision in the grand scheme of things. His eyes met Sebas' for a moment before he returned his attention to Ainz, awaiting his reaction.
Ainz, who had remained silent throughout, finally gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. His gaze remained steady, calculating. "Hmm… I see. You make a valid point, Demiurge. And Sebas, your plan is not without merit."
Sebas' breath hitched, a mix of anxiety and hope filling him as he awaited Ainz's final decision. The room felt charged with anticipation, but Sebas could feel the tide beginning to shift in his favor.
Ainz's tone was calm, but a cold edge lingered as he posed his next question. "But Demiurge, what have you gathered about the gods and demi-gods of that world? Have you found out who opened the gate and their intentions behind it?"
Demiurge stood tall, his usual calm composure intact, though the weight of Ainz's question seemed to press heavily on him. With a small tilt of his head, he began speaking, his voice smooth yet laced with the weight of uncertainty.
"I have gathered some information, Ainz-sama," Demiurge replied. "It seems the inhabitants of this world believe in a variety of gods—figures such as Duncan, Emroy, Hardy, Elange, and several others, each with their own domains of influence. As for the demi-gods, they are known as the apostles of these gods. Their strength remains a mystery, and there is much that we do not yet know about them."
He paused for a moment, his expression slightly more contemplative. "As for the gate, the exact identity of the one who opened it remains unclear, and with it, their intentions. We are still in the dark on that matter. However, I believe I have a suspicion that the gods themselves may be the ones who were spying on us at first."
Ainz's gaze remained fixed on Demiurge, his interest piqued. "Hoh, they were the one spying on us, you say?"
"Yes, Ainz-sama," Demiurge continued, his voice unwavering. "The information gathered from the prisoners we interrogated—those who were involved in the assault on the Sorcerer King's Kingdom—revealed something crucial. They mentioned that the gods reside in what they called 'heaven,' a separate dimension that exists outside of the realm they inhabit. I believe this may be where they are observing us from."
At this moment it looked as if his master was a bit prideful but maybe Sebas was just hallucinating as his masters skeletal face showed no emotion.
"Well, let me tell you all," Ainz began, his gaze scanning the Guardians as they awaited his words. "I have information about who opened the gate, though the reason behind it is still unknown. The god who opened the gate is called Hardy. This is the information I gathered. The one who gave it to me asked, 'Are you also a demigod?' She was dressed in a gothic lolita dress an she held a massive black halberd.
His master, Ainz, paused allowing the details of the mysterious figure to settle in the room. He could see the Guardians exchanging glances, each processing the implications of the new revelation.
"It is likely that she is a demigod, Ainz-sama. If she asked you if were 'Also' one, then perhaps she did not perceive you as something beyond that. If that is the case, it suggests that they may not be much stronger than a mid-tier monster. After all, you only used your physical strength to subdue the dragon, and that alone could have given her the thought you were one of them."
Ainz's gaze flickered toward Demiurge, considering the implications of his words. The idea that potentially gods or demigods could be weaker than expected was both reassuring and troubling. While it might make them more vulnerable to direct conflict, it also meant that their true nature and potential were still uncertain. Could there be a deeper power hidden within them? Or were they truly as fragile as Demiurge suggested?
"Perhaps," Ainz mused, his tone contemplative. "But we cannot underestimate them simply because they seem weaker in comparison to us. We know nothing of the full extent of their abilities, nor their true purpose. Their gods may appear to be on a different level than we are accustomed to, but we must not dismiss the girl or any other divine beings too hastily. After all they opened the gates to another world entirely and that is something worth being cautious of. "
Demiurge nodded, his sharp mind processing the new information. "Of course, Ainz-sama. It would be prudent to gather more intelligence before we make any conclusions. Their motivations remain unclear, and their strength could be deceptive. I will intensify our efforts to learn more about Hardy and any other gods or demigods in this world."
Ainz turned his gaze toward Demiurge, his expression thoughtful. "Very well. Let us proceed with caution. We need to understand their true nature before making any further moves. However, from here on, I would like you to send someone in your stead to continue gathering intelligence on that world. It doesn't seem to require your direct presence, and I believe your intellect can be better utilized here, where your strategic mind can be fully focused on our operations here where Nazarick."
Demiurge's lips curled into a subtle smile as he absorbed Ainz's words, his mind already working through the implications. He was more than willing to stay within Nazarick to maximize his effectiveness. After all, he had been intricately involved in the planning and manipulation of events, and being close to Ainz would give him more freedom to enact his schemes.
"Understood, Ainz-sama," Demiurge responded, his voice rich with respect and eagerness. "I will ensure that a trusted subordinate of mine takes over the mission. In the meantime, I shall focus my efforts here, where I can contribute to the advancement of Nazarick's objectives."
Ainz nodded in approval, a small hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good. Your intellect is one of our greatest assets, Demiurge.
A small grunt like noise could be heard from Albedo but they decided not to notice.
Ainz turned his attention to Sebas, his imposing form radiating authority. His voice was steady yet carried a hint of approval, a rare occurrence that caused the room to grow still.
"Sebas, if the plan with the monsters works, you will be rewarded," Ainz declared. "The plan you proposed is very well thought out, demonstrating a level of foresight and creativity that deserves recognition. You were the only one who provided a solution other than outright massacre, and that deserves appreciation.
Sebas lowered his head, his expression a mix of humility and relief. Though he felt a swell of gratitude for the rare praise, he knew the credit did not belong to him alone. His tone was respectful and earnest as he replied, "I am undeserving of your praise, Ainz-sama. This plan was not conceived by me alone. It was the combined effort of Nigredo, Pestonya, and Yuri. Without their insight and cooperation, I would not have been able to present it to you."
Ainz's gaze softened slightly as he processed Sebas's words. Ainz's hollow gaze lingered on Sebas for a moment before shifting to Yuri Alpha, who stood attentively among the assembled Guardians. Her typically composed expression softened slightly at the mention of her involvement in the plan.
"Nigredo, Pestonya, and Yuri also deserve recognition for their part in crafting this plan," Ainz said. Then, turning his attention directly to Yuri, he continued, "Yuri, your contribution will not gone unnoticed. You have upheld the principles of loyalty and diligence that are expected of all who serve Nazarick. For that, you have my gratitude."
Yuri's golden eyes widened slightly, and she bowed gracefully, her voice calm yet tinged with pride. "Thank you, Ainz-sama. It is my greatest honor to serve and contribute to the glory of Nazarick. I will continue to give my utmost in all tasks entrusted to me."
Ainz nodded, satisfied. "As for Nigredo and Pestonya, ensure they are made aware of my gratitude and acknowledgment of their efforts as well. Such collaboration as demonstrated here is vital to Nazarick's continued success."
Sebas bowed deeply once more, his posture exuding humility. His voice was steady, but the emotion beneath it was clear. "Thank you, Ainz-sama. I will convey your words to them. It is an honor to serve under your supreme wisdom and leadership. I will continue to do so with all my strength."
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Authors notes:This chapter was originally planned to be longer—around 15,000 words—but an unexpected error caused me to lose nearly 7,000–8,000 words, forcing me to redo a significant portion. I'm unsure how good this chapter turned out, as I find it challenging to write political scenes. One issue is portraying the ministers as somewhat dumb, similar to how they're shown in the anime. Now in this fanfic they genuinely believe they can control two entire worlds without significant intervention from other countries. In reality, just the existence of the Special Region would undoubtedly provoke global conflict, making war an inevitable outcome. The only feasible solution would be to negotiate shared passage rights.
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