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"I see, I see… that is why I came over. You see Titus-sama is currently busy developing a hybrid technique of inscribing magic into scrolls so he asked me to give this to you instead.

Fluder withdrew a book from a shelf which unlike the others was lying down and presented it to Mare.

"I believe this one is called 'Oliver something', though I didn't really get what it was about he said you would most enjoy it as it was also about the life of a young boy."

The young elf revealed a smile as his ears stood upwards and cheerfully grabbed the book that Fluder held in front of him.

"Uhm… thank you very much Fluder-san, I appreciate it."

"No, no someone like Mare-sama whose benevolent master allowed me to stay in this paradise praising me won't do."

"Is that… so?"

Mare tilted her head a bit not understanding why Fluder was being so polite to a fault.

"Ahh I almost forgot to ask you… uhm how is your work with Titus-san going?

"Quite excellent, thank you for asking Mare-sama. After sharing our knowledge we were capable on developing a technique that allows for magic up to the 4th tier to be stored on relatively easy to obtain materials contrary to that strange material you had been using thus far, even though Demiurge-sama seemed quite disappointed by this development. As a matter of fact Titus-sama is currently working on a method to achieve the same for the 5th tier which is why he is so busy."

After Fluder had come to Nazarick, he like Nfirea in Carne village was made to work on developing new techniques related to magic for the benefit of Nazarick. Even though the process had been slow going at first, thanks to his insights on lower tier magic and magic-inscription formulas−the mass production of scrolls containing up to and including magic of the 4th tier had arrived. Nazarick's communication and information gathering network had because of this expanded exponentially and had earned Fluder praise even from Ainz.

"That's great to hear, I'm sure Ainz-sama will be happy to hear you're making progress."

"Huhu… that's my intention Mare-sama. To be able to repay Ainz-sama's kindness is together with researching magic my greatest joy. If possible though I would like to ask him to let me be present when he casts that amazing spell you told me about or something close to it."

When Fluder thought back of the face he had made when he found out what transpired at Katse Plains he felt like a knife was carving his heart out. The amount of tears he had shed and curses he had uttered had been the most in his entire life that day. He would do no matter what to ensure that he was present next time that Ainz used such a powerful spell. Even if it was the last thing he saw in this lifetime.

According to what Mare told me he both killed and summoned with one spell. That alone goes against the principle of magic itself. Did he harvest the life energy of those soldiers and use that as fuel for the summoning? What else is he capable of? I want to know…

"If it's super tier magic then you won't get to see Ainz-sama use it very often. He is the only one capable of using it after all and an enemy or occasion that forces him to do so is very rare. But considering that you've been a great help I think it might be possible that Ainz-sama will allow it… he's very benevolent after all."

"Thank you for your kind words Mare-sama, then I will work even harder from now to earn that honor."

Mare nodded softly in response to Fluder's enthusiasm and then suddenly turned around after sensing a presence.

At the entrance of the entrance stood a man-like figure in a white costume who had a mask in the form of a bird beak to cover his face. It was Demiurge's subordinate Pulcinella.

"Oh Pulcinella-san it's rare to see you on the tenth floor. Did something happen?"

"No, no, please be at ease Mare-sama. I'm just running an errand for Demiurge-sama and Ainz-sama."

Pulcinella seemed to look briefly at Fluder though it was hard to tell with his mask covering his face.

"Actually, Ainz-sama requested me to personally come and get Fluder. It seems that he will be part of Ainz-sama's great plans."

Fluder blinked in surprise as he could not imagine what other purpose besides research of magic he could provide to a being as mighty as Ainz Ooal Gown.

"Before we go, might I ask the topic so that I may prepare myself while we walk? I do not wish to test the supreme one's patience due to being unable to respond when Ainz-sama asks me anything too complicated. "

"Of course if that makes you happy."

Though it was impossible to tell for sure, he seemed to display a smile beneath his mask.

After a quick look around to ensure that no one was eavesdropping even though such a thing seemed impossible, Puncinella answered.

"The next step in Ainz-sama's conquest of the world has been decided. Fluder-san, what do you know about the Slane Theocracy?

Part 3

The sun was setting and the light seemed to leave the capital of the Slave Theocracy's capital Astousa. Even though the room of the archbishop was well lit with the help of magic lights, it was still noticeable that dusk would soon approach. Already the faint glow of the magical lights that were starting to light up the streets were appearing through the windows. The beautiful mosaic depicting the six great gods seemed to shine even more splendidly because of this.

However, even this beautiful lighting could not diminish the archbishop's extremely bad mood.

Archon dale Tado, the sixth archbishop of the Theocracy and overseer of the black scripture. He was a man in his late forties. Unlike the other bishops the he was still relatively young. The position of archbishop was decided by the previous archbishop who chose his successor based on ability, devotion and faith. It superseded even seniority as Archon was the living proof of.

He looked at the water clock in the corner of his study. A device left behind by the six gods that showed the time with a very small error margin. Judging from the water level he still had some time he could continue working before he had to leave. After considering it he decided it was better not to postpone the inevitable and just get it over with.

He got up from behind his desk and left hoping that someone would be on the other side of his door with urgent news that he could use as an excuse to avoid going to his current destination.

He turned the knob on the door with an unsteady motion and…

No one, no luck tonight. After he left his home he looked at the elegant carriage that had been prepared for him outside and at the coachman that was standing next to it.

The carriage was a surprisingly plain and undecorated single two seat carriage painted in black. If it weren't for the holy symbol of the six great gods that decorated the door, one would never guess that it belonged to one of the six archbishops of the Theocracy.

"We're all ready to go your Excellency. The horses have been prepared."

Archon pretended not to pay any attention to the coachman and silently got into the carriage. After he had entered the coachman climbed into his spot on the carriage and grabbed the reigns of the two horses.

After giving the signal to move the horses set forth and started making their way through the city.

Archon didn't bother looking out the window, he payed no heed to the sound of the citizens on the street, he had only one thing on his mind.

"Ainz Ooal gown."

Archon could not help but mutter the cause of all his misery out loud.

Even after that conference a month go where it was announced that the Theocracy would commence the undermining and eventual destruction of Ainz Ooal Gown, there was literally nil progress on any front.

The windflower scripture had overturned every historical record in their possession and never found a single mention of a sorcerer named Ainz Ooal Gown. No, that was to be expected as he could be using a fake name. But even the very existence of a sorcerer as powerful as him should have been mentioned in history once or twice. But no records could be found thus no intelligence could be provided.