Demiurge interrupted Cocytus:
“Of course I understand Cocytus. However do you not want Momonga-sama to leave an heir behind for us to pledge loyalty to?”
“Well… I really would love to be able to pledge my loyalty to his heir…”
An image of Momonga’s heir floated into the head of Cocytus.
Not only that, teaching him swordsmanship in order to protect himself, listening to the orders of a grown up young master.
“…Ah, thats really great. A really beautiful scene… Sensei… Sensei…”
Seeing Cocytus enjoying himself, imagining turning into a successful Sensei to Momonga’s heir, Demiurge could not take it from him and looked away from him:
“In addition, regarding the plan to strengthen Nazarick, I am also very interested. I want to know how far our kids can go. How about it Mare, you want to have children?”
“Uh? Huh?”
“However, that is impossible without a partner… If you find any humans, dark elves or wood elves, could you please capture them?”
“Eh? Ehhh?” Mare briefly nodded: “I-, if this helps Momonga-sama…. Then I will do it. But how are children born?”
“Well, when it comes to that time I will teach you. If you decide to experiment on your own, Momonga-sama will probably scold you. Due to maintaining the Great Tomb of Nazarick’s operating cost, it should be better if we try to maintain the balance first.”
“Th-, that is correct. I heard that the servants underneath are spawned using a very precise calculation… If I just randomly increase the amount I might get scolded. I-, I don’t want to be scolded by Momonga-sama….”
“I also do not want to incur his wrath…. If only we could set up a ranch on the outside of Nazarick…”
Thinking about it, Demiurge asked Mare a question which no one had teased him about before:
“Come to think of it, Mare, why do you dress like a girl?”
Hearing Demiurge, Mare pulled on his skirt in an attempt to cover his legs.
“This is because of Simmering Teapot-sama. She said this is called ‘a trap’, I am very sure of it.”
“Ah… So it Simmering Teapot-sama’s idea. Well with your body it should be no problem… But do youngsters usually dress like this?”
“Th-, that I’m not too sure.”
Although the 41 Creators are no longer present, they had no choice but to obediently follow their commands. In fact, in all of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Mare’s clothes are actually the most proper, and only someone of equal rank and status to the creators are able to change his dress.
“… Then we should talk to Momonga-sama about this. Perhaps we can make all the youngster dress like this… Cocytus should be almost be done with his fantasies.”
Hearing the words of his colleague, Cocytus showed a smile full of satisfaction.
“What a beautiful scene… Truly a beautiful sight.”
“I see, that is great…. Are Albedo and Shalltear still arguing?”
Still glaring at each other, the one to answer Demiurge was the tired Aura:
“They… Were already done. But now they are arguing about…
The problem about who is the legal wife.”
“For the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick to have only one concubine would be strange. The only problem is who is qualified to be the legal wife…”
“… Although this interesting, we should discuss it at another time. Alright, Albedo shouldn’t you give us your orders? There are still many problems to address.”
“Yes, you’re right. We must quickly organise ourselves. Shalltear, let us postpone our discussion right now since we have more pressing matters at hand.”
“I have no objections, Albedo. This matter will surely take a long time to discuss.”
“Very well. Then I will start the development of the next plan.”
Seeing her resume her role as the person in charge, the Guardians all bowed their head in salute, but did not kneel.
Even though they pay respect to Albedo as their commander, they will not kneel to her. During the creation of the Guardians, the 41 creators ranked Albedo the highest and gave her command over all the other Guardians. As long as she is the one in charge, every Guardian will comply with her orders and show her the courtesy of saluting her. Albedo doesn’t mind this kind of treatment since she believes this is the proper way.
“First of all───”
Chapter 3
Battle of Carne Village
Part 1
The dressroom inside Momonga’s chambers was filled with all kind of different items, almost reaching the point of running out of space. From cloaks to other things, Momonga could find all kinds of equipment and items here. Sometimes he bought body armor, but after they became useless to him they were just stored in here. Not only armor, also weapons ranging from staves to swords, there was no shortage of anything.
By killing Monsters in YGGDRASIL, data crystals would drop. These crystals could be attached to items afterwards and countless original items could be created this way. If there was an awesome item for sale, many people would be unable to help themselves and buy it.
As a result, that was the state this room has become.
From the variety of weapons in the room, Momonga freely picks a sword. Because there is no fitting scabbard, the silver blade shines brightly in the light. Engraved on the sword’s blade were text-like symbols and because of the reflected light they were easy to see.
Momonga picked it up and waved it around. It was light as a feather.
This was certainly not because the sword was made of a very light material, but because of Momonga’s immense strength.
Because Momonga is a magician, his magic related stats were high but his stats for physical fitness were comparatively low. But after reaching level one hundred, he accumulated a lot of strength status points through training, which shouldn’t be underestimated. If he encountered a low level monster, he easily dealt with it by using only his staff.
Momonga slowly assumed a stance with the sword, but the sound of a hard metal percussion could immediately be heard inside. The sword Momonga was wielding in his hand just now falls on the floor.
The maids in the room came over immediately to pick up the sword from the ground and present it to Momonga. However, Momonga did not take it and was instead staring at his empty hands.
This is it.
This made Momonga confused.
If the living NPC’s behaviour, words and deeds made people think that the life in this world is not a game, then what about the shackles of the body. It has yet to make people feel tired of living in the game.
In YGGDRASIL, it was impossible for someone like Momonga, who never picked a warrior based class, to equip a Sword. But if this world became the real world, being unable to use a sword should be impossible.
Momonga shook his head and decided to stop brooding over this matter. In the absence of sufficient information, no matter how much he searched, he wouldn’t find an answer.
"Clean up."
The maids followed Momonga’s instructions and he turns around to look at a wall which was almost entirely covered with mirrors, showing a skeleton wearing clothes.