Misty eyed and looking as though she just woke up.
“…. What happened?”
“After feeling Momonga-sama’s imposing attitude, I couldn’t help but feel… Excited down there”
Silence.
Everyone did not know what to say. All of the Guardians knew that the one with the most sexual
fetishes among them is Sharutia, one of which was necrophilia, thus they could only slap their
foreheads in disbelief. However, Mare did not understand the situation and was confused. There
was another person among the Guardians who did not want to let matters rest.
That would be Albedo. With jealous feelings Albedo exclaimed:
“This slut.”
CoCayn: BITCH FIGHT!!!
Hearing those words of hostility, Sharutia raised her head to reveal a flirtatious smile:
“Ah? Having felt the power of our one most powerful master, Momonga-sama, is truly rewarding.
Those who didn’t get wet are those with the problem. Don’t tell me you are just acting innocent
and did not feel any lust? You big mouthed starfish.*”
“.... You Lampetra.*”
TL note: *If you wanna understand the insults, please go to the end. Warning contains spoiler!
The two of them stared at each other. Although the surrounding Guardians knew that they
would not start exchanging blows, they still stared with eyes full of anxiety.
“The creator was the one who determined my likeness, towards my own appearance I have no
complaints.”
“It is the same for me.”
Sharutia slowly raised herself, and the both of them slowly walked towards each other. Never
breaking eye contact until both of them stood in front of each other.
“Don’t think that since you are the one in charge of the Guardians that you can stay beside
Momonga-sama and think you have won. If you really think that way then everyone would laugh
their teeth off.”
“Ah. Of course, once you’ve been exiled to a far border, then I wil take the opportunity to obtain
complete victory.”
“…. What is this complete victory, teach me, O’ great leader-sama.”
“As a slut, you should be very clear on what that means.”
Although the two of them were intensely insulting one another, they never broke eye contact.
They just blankly stared at each other.
Snap! Albedo threateningly unfolded her wings. Not to be outdone, Sharutia began to emit out a
black mist.
“Ah—— Aura, problems with women should be left to women to resolve. If anything happens, I
wil come down to stop it, during that time please come and find me.”
“Wait a minute, Demiurge! You plan to leave this to me?”
Waving his hand, Demiurge left the two of them behind. Cocytus and Mare also left, since no
one wanted to be involved in this.
“Real y… Is there any need to quarrel?”
“I myself am very interested in the results.”
“What results, Demiurge?”
“The results determining the military strength and future of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.”
“What do you mean Demiurge?”
“Wel …”
Thinking about his answer to Mare. He had a passing thought of wanting to impart some adult
knowledge to the naive Mare, but decided against it.
Although Demiurge was of the Demon race, which was thought to be both cruel and cold, that
would only apply to those demons found outside of Nazarick. As for the ones created by the 41
Creators, Demiurge was loyal to them and thought of them as important companions.
“Great rulers require heirs right? Even though Momonga-sama stayed until the end, if there
comes a day where he loses interest in us, he will leave us like the rest of his companions. At
that time it is important to leave an heir for us to pledge loyalty to.”
CoCayn: I can already see baby liches crawling around…
“Of course. But who is Momonga-sama’s heir?”
“That type of thinking would be too disrespectful. Our duty is to ensure that we protect
Momonga-sama such that he is able to properly continue to stay here, and to avoid any kind of
unfortunate incidents right?”
Demiurge interrupted Cocytus:
“Of course I understand Cocytus. However do you not want Momonga-sama to leave an heir
behind for us to pledge loyalty to?”
“Wel … I real y would love to be able to pledge my loyalty to his heir…”
An image of Momonga’s heir floated into the head of Cocytus.
Not only that, teaching him swordsmanship in order to protect himself, listening to the orders of
a grown up young master.
“...Ah, thats real y great. A real y beautiful scene… Sensei… Sensei…”
Seeing Cocytus enjoying himself, imagining turning into a successful Sensei to Momonga’s heir,
Demiurge could not take it from him and looked away from him:
“In addition, regarding the plan to strengthen Nazarick, I am also very interested. I want to know
how far our kids can go. How about it Mare, you want to have children?”
“Uh? Huh?”
“However, that is impossible without a partner… If you find any humans, dark elves or wood
elves, could you please capture them?”
“Eh? Ehhh?” Mare briefly nodded: “I-, if this helps Momonga-sama…. Then I will do it. But how
are children born?”
“Wel , when it comes to that time I wil teach you. If you decide to experiment on your own,
Momonga-sama wil probably scold you. Due to maintaining the Great Tomb of Nazarick’s
operating cost, it should be better if we try to maintain the balance first.”
“Th-, that is correct. I heard that the servants underneath are spawned using a very precise
calculation… If I just randomly increase the amount I might get scolded. I-, I don’t want to be
scolded by Momonga-sama….”
“I also do not want to incur his wrath…. If only we could set up a ranch on the outside of
Nazarick…”
(Author: Demon - Human livestock breeding ranch)
CoCayn: What a nice idea he has… hehehe
Thinking about it, Demiurge asked Mare a question which no one had teased him about before:
“Come to think of it, Mare, why do you dress like a girl?”
Hearing Demiurge, Mare pulled on his skirt in an attempt to cover his legs.
“This is because of Simmering Teapot-sama. She said this is called ‘a trap’, I am very sure of it.”
“Ah… So it Simmering Teapot-sama’s idea. Wel with your body it should be no problem… But
do youngsters usually dress like this?”
“Th-, that I’m not too sure.”
Although the 41 Creators are no longer present, they had no choice but to obediently follow their
commands. In fact, in all of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Mare’s clothes are actual y the most
proper, and only someone of equal rank and status to the creators are able to change his dress.
“… Then we should talk to Momonga-sama about this. Perhaps we can make every all
youngster around dress like this... Cocytus should be almost be done with his fantasies.”
Hearing the words of his colleague, Cocytus showed a smile full of satisfaction.
“What a beautiful scene… Truly a beautiful sight.”
“I see, that is great…. Are Albedo and Sharutia stil arguing?”
Still glaring at each other, the one to answer Demiurge was the tired Aura:
“They… Were already done. But now they are arguing about…
The problem about who is the legal wife.”