novelVolume 9
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(Re)Translated by Nigel
Edited/Proofread by Deus Ex Machina
Part 1
Six luxurious carriages raced over the plains.
Their motion was surprisingly stable despite the fact that they were galloping over grass.
Firstly, the wheels of each carriage were magic items called Comfortable Wheels. In addition, the chassis of the carriages had also been treated by a magic item called Lightweight Cargo.
These unbelievably magnificent carriages commanded an eye-popping price, but just as astonishing were the creatures which pulled them. The eight-legged magical beasts looked like horses and were known as Sleipnirs.
Calculating the precise cost of fielding six of these vehicles was an exercise in foolishness.
These vehicles ― far out of reach of the merely wealthy ― were escorted by a group of riders mounted on powerful horses.
There were over twenty of these riders, each clad in chain shirts, armed with longswords at their waists while carrying crossbows and quivers on their backs.
Yet, a woman rode at the head of all these men.
Alone among all these warriors, she wore a suit of heavy full plate armor. She did not carry a cavalry lance, but a spear like the kind an infantryman would use. Her helmet's visor was raised, but the right side of her face was covered by some kind of golden cloth, which made her look quite strange.
Although this band of horsemen were the very picture of mercenary warriors, their disciplined movements and their clipped, precise words were nothing like that of a common sellsword. Their eyes were keen, and they maintained a high level of alertness.
Some might have taken their wariness on wide-open plains to be a form of paranoia or cowardice, but in a world where magic was real and monsters roamed everywhere, even being on guard against everything they could see was not enough to guarantee their safety.
There were giant spiders which could survive for months without eating or drinking while lying in wait for their prey, unclean monsters which resembled banks of fogs that slid through the air, venomous lizards with petrifying gazes that one had to flee at all costs if they were encountered on open ground...
They were all on edge because they were wary of monsters with such deadly powers. However, normal mercenaries did not go to such lengths for alertness.
The thing that set them apart from mere mercenaries were the invisible people in the air. They were a band of riders who were keeping pace with the riders on the ground while under the effects of invisibility magic.
There were creatures called hippogriffs in this world. They were born from the mating of a male griffin and a mare, and these magical beasts had the front half of a griffin and the hind quarters of a horse. Perhaps it was because of their mixed blood, but hippogriffs were easier to rear and train than griffins, and they were very popular as flying mounts.
And then, there were the riders of these beasts to consider.
Flying creatures ―even if they were monsters― commanded an extremely high price if they were put on the market. They were not something that simple sellswords could afford.
Indeed, the entire act of being mercenaries was a facade intended to deceive various people.
The true identities of those travelling on the ground were the Emperor's royal guards, while the ones in the air were equipped with extremely expensive magic items and cloaked themselves in veils of invisibility while shadowing the ground forces; the elites of the Royal Air Guard.
Of course, that meant the owner of the carriages was none other than the ruler of the Baharuth Empire himself, Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix.
There were several reasons why he had disguised his unit like this, but the biggest one was because the Emperor and his knights openly riding through Kingdom territory ― in violation of its borders ― would cause an international incident, and that could not be allowed to happen. As such, the exterior of the carriages was plainer than the interior ― although it was still more luxurious than regular carriages.
In this convoy, the security around the third carriage from the rear ―Jircniv's carriage― was heavier than those around the others.
Even the roof of his carriage ― originally a cargo-carrying area ― had been refitted and now there were two archers hiding among the luggage.
The interior of the carriage was supremely decadent. Judging by the furnishings alone, it was more akin to a mobile high-class suite than a simple carriage, from the furred upholstery on the walls and floor to the soft and comfortable seats, which had been designed to not cause even the slightest bit of discomfort over long journeys.
Only three people were permitted to share this luxurious conveyance with Jircniv, which meant that a total of four people occupied the space of the cabin. Although the idea of four people squeezing into a single carriage might seem restrictive and uncomfortable, that was merely the uninformed imagination of those who had never rode in a first-class carriage before. In truth, all four of them had adequate space for themselves.
***
"―Your Majesty, Your Majesty, perhaps it is time to wake?"
The voice stirred Jircniv from his doze.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with hsi thumb and forefinger, and he yawned, followed by a grunt as he stretched himself out. Relief flowed through him as his stiff body loosened up and he yawned again.
"Your Majesty, it seems like you had a good rest, but are you still tired?"
Jircniv shook his head at the man who had woken him up, the secretary Roune Varmilinen, who had been allowed to ride in the same carriage as the Emperor.
"Ah, no, it's nothing like that. I still need some time to clear my head, I'm feeling better now. Although, I haven't napped like that for a long time. I think I was a child the last time I did that? After all, there's a whole mountain of unfinished business back in the capital, and I never had the time to waste on that sort of thing... but now that I've begun this journey, I find that I no longer have anything to do. This is the first time I feel like thanking Gown."
"Ah, indeed, you're always busy, but why's that, your Majesty?"
The man who spoke as though he was not addressing the Emperor was the leader of the Empire's Four Knights, Baziwood.
Normally, those words would have invited censure, but nobody in the carriage said anything.
Jircniv smiled bitterly and replied to his excessively informal, yet excellent subordinate:
"The blame for that can be laid at the feet of the Bloody Emperor, because his reforms were pushed through too quickly for everyone else to catch up with them. He is truly a foolish man. So much effort could have been saved if only he'd waited and accumulated a corps of competent people before taking action. You lot should scold him when you get the chance. Ah, but remember that when you do, you should suggest an appropriate course of action for him to take as well."
Everyone in the cabin smiled like Jircniv had.
Originally, the administration of the Empire was left to the nobles ― in particular, the Court Nobles. Only those born into money could afford education from birth, and one of the reasons was also a vested interest in the situation.
However, due to Jircniv's purge of the nobles, the amount of officials and bureaucrats had been reduced, but the work that they had to do had instead increased thanks to his reforms. While this was a logical consequence of such actions, it meant that the workload of everyone involved had increased explosively, and Jircniv himself was no exception.
In keeping with his name as the Bloody Emperor, he had done away with many useless nobles. However, it was only after the fact that he realized that even such worthless individuals had their uses.
Still, he did not regret his decision.
He had to carry out his purge when he did. Had he missed his chance, the authority to command the knights would have been stripped from him by the nobles, and his father's death would have been meaningless.
And so he carried out his purge, and opened a path to the future for the Empire.
Women had to endure pain in order to give birth to a child. Similarly, the vast amounts of work he did every day was a necessary pain he had to endure in order to give birth to a radiant and reborn Empire. Thus, once he overcame the difficulty that lay before him now, he would obtain the treasure that he sought.
That line of thinking brought the topic of his own descendants to Jircniv's mind.
Jircniv was not married, but he already had children. He had not yet taken an empress consort, although he had some women who were more of mistresses than concubines, with whom he had sired offspring.
Unfortunately, he did not love those children, but he hoped one of his children would prove to be suitably talented.
That was because in the future, if his empress' children were incompetent, he would gladly switch their places in the succession with a capable descendant from his mistresses.
"Even so, laboring over the tasks of government by myself is hardly the way a nation should be run. If only I could train up a cadre of officials that could take over these tasks soon... it would let me go back to issuing broad pronouncements, like the Emperors of old. And I certainly don't want my child, the next Emperor, to have to suffer as I did. After all, if my descendants are overworked, they'll curse my name."
The present Empire had been built by the work of a generation of excellent people, or rather, generations of talented men had laid the stable foundation upon which Jircniv had built a magnificent structure. However, that did not guarantee that the next Emperor or the one after him would be equally talented.
Jircniv did not say so out loud, but he wanted to found a system that could smoothly run the nation by itself so long as the people in it had a certain degree of competence.
"That would be very difficult. After all, Your Majesty is an absolute ruler, and you cannot administer the country in the ways the old Emperors did."
"Varmilinen, your job is to find a way to achieve my aims. Of course I possess absolute power. All the Emperors of the past labored to concentrate the powers of the nation in their office. However, even if I am such a supreme being, it would be wrong to micromanage the affairs of state. If that happened, then what use would bureaucrats be? Perhaps you've misplaced your head."
"At the very least, he would not have left it in the Imperial Magic Academy, Your Majesty."
Those words were spoken by Fluder Paradyne, one of the senior members of the Imperial Magical Academy and also the highest-ranking member of the Ministry of Magic. The implication was that his academy would not have raised such a fool.
"Haha, yes, you're right, gramps, "
Jircniv coughed softly, and with that, the mood inside the carriage turned serious.
"In my generation, the Empire has returned to its youth, like a newborn child. We will cast out that which is old and rotted and replace it with the new. As Varmilinen said, I will have to work hard until the Empire matures, but if it never grows, that would be disastrous. In the future, I will only define general goals for the Empire, and the bureaucrats and generals under me will help make those goals a reality."
A country ruled by a single autocrat was weak. Jircniv knew that much.
Roune lowered his head ― whose hair was greying and thin in contrast to his age ― in acknowledgement.
"The Emperor of the next generation... speaking of which, did you have a child with that one, Your Majesty?"
Jircniv instantly knew who Baziwood meant by "that one". After all, Jircniv knew that Baziwood thought very highly of one of his mistresses.
Jircniv's mistresses were selected for their looks or their parents' status, but one woman among them ignored those criteria. This woman was the only one who had been chosen for her intellect, rather than for her appearance or her breeding. Thus, she was allowed to share her political opinions with Jircniv ―though not in public and only in bed― and she was the only woman he allowed to do so.
At first, he had not intended to take her as a concubine at all, but things had ended up like this at her own insistence.
Jircniv, however, would have been happy if she had become his empress consort.
"No, that isn't what she desires. She went so far as to say, 'Looks are a treasure you are born with, and to those who occupy the upper echelons of society, they are a very important trait. One can compensate for a lack of intellect with hard work or excellent subordinates, but looks cannot be changed. ' or something like that."
"Won't Your Majesty's bloodline alone will ensure that any child of your union will be pleasant to look upon? Well, it's true that any of your subordinates would be happier to receive orders from a good-looking Emperor."
"Is that how it really is?"
Jircniv had no superiors and had no way of relating to this situation. On his part, he would use a capable person regardless of how ugly they were, and even give them a key position if needed.
"At the very least, it would be better than having to look at some toad. After all, wouldn't Your Majesty prefer the woman shaking her hips on top of you to be a beautiful one?"
"... Well, yes. I sort of understand, but are those two really the same thing?"
Jircniv tilted his head. Something seemed off here.
"Then, has Your Majesty given any thought as to who he will wed?"
Fluder's question made Jircniv furrow his brows.
"Well, if I had to choose between marrying someone from within the country or outside the country, I would have to go with the latter. Right now, there are no benefits to marrying a native, so, who to marry from outside the Empire... well, there's that ridiculous woman that fellow recommended."
Fluder stroked his beard.
"Princess Renner, is it?"
Jircniv nodded bitterly.
She was the third princess of the Re-Estize Kingdom ― Renner Theiere Chardon Ryle Vaiself.
She was known as the "Golden", a princess whose reputation was founded on her looks, but for several years she had ranked number one on Jircniv's list of women he despised the most. In contrast, the kind of woman he most preferred would be someone like Mayor Kabelia, who administered the city of Peibart in the City-States.
"I have no idea what that woman is thinking. After hearing about her actions, it's almost as if she failed because she wanted to fail. It all seems wrong to me."
Such people should not exist. That was what he thought, but he recognized that humans were strange and complex enough that he could not rule out the possibility of such cases. Then, if she truly did plan to fail from the start, what was her aim? The more he tried to understand Renner's way of thinking, the more he felt like like he was being tangled in a spider's web. It was a thoroughly unpleasant feeling.
"... If only someone could help me kill off that nauseating woman."
"We will hire Ijaniya right away if that is what your Majesty desires."
"Ijaniya" was a group of assassins that took on the name of one of the Thirteen Heroes for themselves. They were based between the northeast corner of the Empire and the City-State Alliance, and they used unusual techniques. Although he had tried to bring them under his wing as a black ops department, they had not responded to the Empire's overtures.
"Enough of that, it's better to let that woman impart her revolutionary insights to us. Letting her live would be better than killing her... Hm. Did that woman take this development into account as well?"
"Could anyone have planned that far ahead?"
"Who knows, " Jircniv said, but even as he gave that answer, he had to admit that it was a possibility.
Renner's words had been transmitted to Jircniv through their spies in the Kingdom. The policies she proposed often left Jircniv dumbfounded in awe. When he adopted them within the Empire, the results they achieved were a sign of how admirable Renner's policies were.
It would be the Empire's loss if anything happened to her.
The timing of Renner's suggestions to the Kingdom made him wonder if she had anticipated the Empire's movements. If that was true, it meant that Renner could predict the Empire's plans without eyes or ears on site, and then cleverly manipulate them..
For that reason, even Jircniv, who coveted the Warrior-Captain Gazef's strength for the Empire, could not bring himself to desire her.
"The Kingdom won't be unduly harmed even if the Princess dies, but on the contrary, the Empire will be finished if Your Majesty perishes. We (the Four Knights), might be able to deal with assassins, but other factors are a different matter entirely, so I hope Your Majesty does not immerse himself too deeply into his work."
"Of course. No matter the reason, I cannot allow myself to die before a strong government has been formed for the Empire."
The loss of an autocratic organization's leadership carried the possibility that the organization itself would collapse soon after.
The Empire might become a great nation in the future. Anyone who realised this would surely pay any price to forestall that rise by killing the Emperor. The most likely suspects for this were the nearby countries, like the Kingdom and the Theocracy.
Part of the reason why he wanted Ijaniya under his wing was so that they could be used as counter-assassins.
"That's right, if Your Majesty were to perish, things would be troublesome. We have divine magic casters on standby to ward against poison and injury, but in the end, we still lack sufficient skilled personnel for these duties. I wish my dabbling in that field was more extensive, but my grasp of divine magic is still inadequate to the task."
"Well, you're already an excellent wizard, so a small weakness like that can't be helped. Oh, yes. We've asked for the Theocracy's help, but haven't received any response from them. Why not let the temples of the Four Gods and the minor faiths compete with each other? Then let the Empire back whichever of the faith that produces the best results."
Competition was the driving force for the development of new techniques. However, the mention of that made Roune shake his head violently, tossing his sparse hair about his forehead.
"It's too dangerous. The temples in the Empire are supported by donations from the populace, and they remain independent by selling various products only they know how to manufacture. If the Empire exerts any undue influence on them or interferes with their livelihoods, they would surely be displeased."
"That's true... if only we could take control of the various temples, the Empire would grow stronger. In that respect, the Theocracy has done an excellent job. They must have done that several hundred years ago. I wonder how they did it?"
"The practice of divine magic is closely linked to everyone's health, so I think it would be a good idea if we could have more divine magic casters be knights, or at least, teach knights how to use divine magic. Hacking and slashing at monsters with swords alone only produces casualties."
Baziwood was a man who had had to hunt down monsters in the past, and he had spent his fair share of time on the edge of death. He nodded, and continued in a low tone.
"Personally, I would feel safer if I could count on resurrection magic. With that, we wouldn't have to mourn the loss of talented young men. Although, I've heard that resurrection magic drains life energy, and ordinary people will be reduced to ash if one tries to resurrect them. Is that true?"
Fluder shifted his body forward.
Perhaps this old man had been the Emperor's tutor for too long, or perhaps it was because his pet topic of magic had come up, but now, he was speaking animatedly, his eyes alight. Jircniv knew the old man would ramble on and on once he started on this subject, and he revealed a tired look on his face which only Baziwood and Roune noticed.
"That is a fact. Among the 5th-tier divine spells, the resurrection magic [Raise Dead] consumes vast quantities of life force. Perhaps higher-tiered resurrection spells might reduce the amount of life force that is lost... but nobody can use those, so that is merely academic. Then again, I have heard that the Dragon Lords and their ancient magic could return the dead to life without the loss of any life force―"
"―Then, could the Queen of the Draconic Kingdom achieve such feats?"
"An excellent question, Varmilinen. Indeed, that country's queen has been confirmed to have inherited the ability to use what we call ancient magic, or primal magic, or perhaps the magic of the soul. There are many names for that sort of magic. This is because the blood of the Brightness Dragon Lord flows within her veins ― that is known. However, whether or not she can use resurrection magic remains to be seen. Ancient magic and our current style of magic are completely different from each other, and we who can only use modern magic may never be able to understand it."
Fluder closed his mouth, and at the same time Jircniv stared at him. Although irritation and worry was evident on Jircniv's face, Fluder's next words put him at ease.
"Ancient magic... how I want to research it. If only those with the bloodline of the Brightness Dragon Lord can use it, then the pedigree is the most important thing. Therefore, I feel that if Your Majesty is to wed, he would do well to select that Queen or one of her relatives..."
"Give me a break, Gramps... I'm not interested in old hags who pretend to be little girls..."
He did not even want to think about having to marry the woman who ranked second on his list of most hated women. In addition, even if he did not love his offspring, it would be far too cruel to have them become research specimens.
Even so, if he had to weigh that act of cruelty against the benefits the Empire would reap from committing it, there was no telling which course of action he would decide on.
At this moment, a loud knocking came from the carriage door.
This carriage had been designed to defend against divination-type magic, which meant that it was fully enclosed in metal plates and did not even possess windows. Baziwood stood and cracked the door open to peek outside ― or rather, at the person who had knocked on the door.
Although they were surrounded by knights protecting them and he was sure that this person was a friendly, he could not help but remain on guard just in case.
"Your Majesty, it's Leinas."
"Open the door."
The fresh air from the plains flowed in as the door opened fully, blowing through the hair of everyone within. During this season, the air coming in from the outside should have been cold, but the breeze that reached the people inside was comfortably warm. Needless to say, this was the result of magic used on this carriage.
The rider keeping pace with the carriage was the woman who had been at the head of the formation.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty. There's―"
It was hard to make out her words over the rushing of the wind between them.
"That's no way to talk. Come in, don't stand on ceremony."
"Understood. Then, permit me this intrusion."
With that, she gracefully vaulted off her horse and landed elegantly in the doorway of the moving carriage. Although she made it look simple, given that she was wearing full plate armor and that both her horse and the carriage were moving at a full gallop, it was proof that she had considerable athletic ability.
Still, that was only to be expected of one of the Four Knights that were the pride of the Empire. Among them, she had the greatest offensive ability. Her name was Leinas Rockbruise, also known as "Heavy Explosion".
After transferring to the carriage, Leinas quietly closed the door behind her and took a seat beside Baziwood. The last thing they saw as the outside world was shut out were the reins of Leinas' horse being taken by one of the knights riding beside her.
Since the carriage's magic would only warm the air that entered it, anything cold that came inside would remain that way. Considering Leinas was wearing a suit of full plate armor that had been chilled by the wind shear outside, she was like a block of ice when she took a seat next to Baziwood, who could not help but shiver.
"The people we sent ahead have sent a [Message] to us."
One of the defenses offered by this carriage was interference against divination-type magic cast from the outside. Although it prevented the enemy from finding them with spells, it also blocked spells like [Message], so it was her duty to receive [Messages] on Jircniv's behalf.
"The outrider element has reached the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. There appears to be a log house at that location, and after they informed the waiting maids of Your Majesty's time of arrival, the maids replied that there would be a welcome waiting for Your Majesty."
"Maids? I thought it was an underground tomb... but maids? Maids... could it be? I've heard that some countries buried maids with their dead kings to serve them in the afterlife. Is that what happened here? Or does this mean that the Dark Elves who left the forest made this tomb their new home?
"Regretfully, the [Message] did not contain any further details, Your Majesty."
"... I can't figure it out at all. The forest is not a human realm, so there's no history on it either....... well, I'd like to hope that the maids won't be monsters like the ones that came to the capital. Tell our people to be careful."
"It is as Your Majesty says. Judging by the strength of those emissaries, we are most likely heading into a completely unknown situation. We would be best served by caution. In addition, I hope Your Majesty will swiftly come to my side should anything unexpected come to pass."
"By which you mean we will teleport away in case of an emergency?"
Fluder's slight smile was an answer in the affirmative.
"If that comes to pass, then we will fight a delaying action. No matter how many enemies come at us, at the very least we will be able to buy Your Majesty some time to escape."
Baziwood said this with a smile, but his comrade Leinas did not reply at all. Rather than an agreement which needed no words, it was a form of disapproval that was immediately visible on her face. Yet the others around her said nothing.
In the end, she had never officially sworn her loyalty to Jircniv despite her position in the Four Knights. The truth was that serving Jircniv was the most profitable course of action for her. If someone else appeared who could grant her wishes, she would immediately abandon her current position.
In other words, she was the least loyal to Jircniv among the Four Knights.
The Four Knights were selected solely on the basis of their fighting ability and not their personality or loyalty. Even so, there was nobody else whose motives were as mercenary as hers.
The only reason she was here was because one of the Four Knights had to be in the Imperial capital at all times. The one selected for that duty was "Violent Gale", Nimble Ark dale Anock, which was unavoidable. If "The Immovable" was still around, Nimble would be the one here in her place.
"Forgive my rudeness."
Leinas withdrew a handkerchief from a breast pocket and held it to the right side of her face. As it turned out, the golden cloth was actually her hair. She stuffed the handkerchief under that hair and wiped lightly.
After the brief procedure, the handkerchief turned yellow with the amount of pus it had absorbed.
"Please allow me to make my own life my top priority. I apologize if I get in your way."
"Ahh, that's fine, after all, that's what we agreed to when you became one of the Four Knights ― or rather, what you contracted to."
"I see, so everyone knows what they plan to do. Then, on my part, I will do my best to squat in a corner over there and not get in your way."
Roune said so with a straight face to change the mood in the carriage, and it was met with strained laughter.
"Now then, judging by our current speed, how long until we reach Nazarick?"
Jircniv's question was addressed to Roune, who withdrew a pocket watch from his breast pocket. After he confirmed the time, he turned to Leinas, watched as she nodded, and replied.
"If everything goes according to plan, in about an hour."
"Is that so? I look forward to it. We'll see what Ainz Ooal Gown is up to."
Part 2
Jircniv's carriage slowly reduced its speed, until it finally came to a halt. However, he still could not disembark immediately. It was troublesome, but Jircniv had to attend to his own preparations for the sake of style and security.
Normally, preparing the Emperor would have been performed by underlings, such as the maids in the other carriages. However, they did not have the luxury of waiting for those carriages to arrive. After all, they had come to apologize, and keeping the wronged party waiting too long was a foolish move.
After Jircniv adjusted his clothes, he fastened his cape over them. This was an extremely valuable item made from a magical beast's skin and further treated with magic. With it on, not even the coldest temperatures outside would inconvenience him.
Then, he slid his scepter into his belt, which completed his minimum basic preparations.
Jircniv looked himself over one more time, to make sure that his appearance would not shame himself or the Empire.
After this, he would be fighting a war of words with Ainz Ooal Gown. In other words, his clothing was like a warrior's battle dress. The consequences of even the slightest crease would not be limited to simple embarrassment. Although it would be good if his opponent was not observant enough to pick those flaws out, he did not want to be underestimated because he looked shabby.
Jircniv nodded in satisfaction, and just at that moment, a knock rang out from the door.
"Then, I shall disembark first, Your Majesty."
"Please do."
After that short answer, Baziwood opened the carriage's door.
It was a stately, proper exit that befitted the carriage which bore the highest authority in the Baharuth Empire. Just in case, Roune interposed himself between the Emperor and the outside as the door opened, serving as a shield for Jircniv.
They could see what lay outside, beyond Baziwood.
The first thing that came into view was the grass of the plains. After that were the royal guards, lined up to face each other. Beyond them lay a hill that swelled up from the plains, and what looked like a huge lattice door that seemed to have been half-buried.
Is the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick behind that door? It seems a little different from what I've been told... well, errors like this are within acceptable ranges.
After disembarking from the carriage, Jircniv fell in step with Baziwood ―who was already in formation with the royal guards― and set forth.
Jircniv took a deep breath. The enchantment on his clothing ensured that the air which entered his lungs would be fresh and clear. Granted, it was still cold, but not uncomfortably so.
As he exhaled, he worked his jaw, and quickly glanced at the subordinates around him.
Fluder was wearing his long robes and holding his staff, and he was trailed by his adept disciples.
There were divine magic casters with holy symbols hanging at their chests. They belonged to the knight orders.
Then there were the motionless royal guards, though he now saw the faces of the outriders from earlier among them.
Personally, Jircniv wanted to ask them what they had seen, but now was not a good time to speak.
It seemed the maids, who were in another carriage, had not arrived yet.
Well, they were gifts anyway. It's only to be expected. Then, when they said a log house, did they mean that lattice door... or is that it?
When he looked to the left, he saw a single-story wooden cabin. It seemed utterly incongruous with both the plains and the cemetery, and he smiled bitterly. After all, where had all this wood come from? The Azellerisia mountain range loomed in the distance, and he thought of the Great Forest of Tob.
Did they haul it all the way from there? I don't know how many kilometers the wood must have travelled, but it they would have needed a lot of labour to bring it all the way here.
Although he did not know much about log cabins, Jircniv did not feel that this structure was particularly eye-catching. Even so, when he took the surroundings into account, he had to admit that the fact that they had managed to build this here was impressive in and of itself.
But... that's a big door... a double door, huh? And built so high... it's three stories tall by itself. Could this place have been built as some kind of storehouse?
Jircniv looked to the cabin, with Baziwood and Leinas on his right, Fluder on his left, and Roune behind him.
"Your Majesty. Should we order the people in the other carriages to disembark as well?"
Jircniv did not turn to Roune ―who was whispering in his ear― as he answered.
"No, there's no need for that. Rather, we should―"
Jircniv's words were cut off mid-sentence. It was not just because the cabin door opened, but because their eyes had been drawn to the two beauties who were now slowly walking out of it.
They were dressed in orthodox maids' wear ― well-tailored, but otherwise unremarkable. However, the maids themselves carried themselves in an abnormally prim and proper way. Even Jircniv, who had seen many fair maidens in his time, was visibly surprised, and he stared like they had grasped his very heart.
They are... too beautiful... but...
They were beautiful indeed. If they were noble daughters of the Empire, he would have applauded their looks without reserve. He might even have wanted to add them to his harem. However, this was a tomb in the middle of a grass plain. They were utterly out of place here, and as a result, an ominous feeling came over him.
Jircniv could hear the sound of a tongue clicking softly beside him, but he did not have the energy to waste on such matters.
"Say, gramps, could this be an illusion?"
"About that... well, I cannot say for sure, but I don't think so."
"Are they humans? They don't look like Dark Elves..."
"And about that... I cannot say for sure either, but I doubt they are humans."
Those answers somewhat relieved Jircniv. Since they were not humans, it would not be strange if they appeared in a place like this.
It was an answer that he could understand and which he desperately wanted to believe.
Both maids bowed simultaneously, and the one with the bunned-up hair spoke.
"Greetings and welcome, Your Imperial Majesty Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix. My name is Yuri Alpha and I am tasked with welcoming you. Behind me is my assistant, Lupusregina Beta. Though our time together may be short, I hope we will get along."
Although he delayed in responding because he was overcome by the two of them, Jircniv managed to reply in the end.
"Then, I thank you for going to all this trouble for us. Indeed, I must thank Ainz Ooal Gown-dono as well, for receiving us with such lovely ladies like yourself. With that in mind, there is no need to trouble yourself by addressing me as Emperor or using other honorifics. I will be glad if you treat me as an ordinary individual and called me Jir ― nay, indeed, I hope you will do so."
Jircniv smiled brightly to Yuri.
However, even after receiving a smile that would have had any woman swooning for him, Yuri's serious expression remained as it was. Jircniv could also tell from peering at her eyes that her heart was similarly unmoved.
Was he not to her taste, or was she the type that did not mix business with pleasure? Or was she filled with loyalty to the person she served?
I can't read her. I wanted to leave a good impression, but it seems like that'll be very difficult. And I was pretty confident that I could handle anyone if they were women... ah, if Gramps is right, then it must be because they aren't humans. Well, that's nonhuman women for you... still, what species do they belong to? They look like they should be humans, or at least, close to human...
He had no clue as to their true identities.
Judging by those two Dark Elves and these two maids, Ainz Ooal Gown must be a man who placed great importance on appearances.
If that's the case... since their looks don't match up to those two, they're worthless now....
Jircniv considered the ladies-in-waiting he had brought along in the carriages. He was proud of their looks, and he had brought them along as gifts for Ainz Ooal GOwn, depending on the situation Each of them were nobles who had been made fully aware of what would happen to their families if they disobeyed Jircniv's commands, and they had bid teary-eyed farewells to their kin before they left and come here with determination in their hearts.
There's no point. Still, after knowing that the other side already has beauties superior to them, would they rejoice because they were no longer needed? Or would they be jealous of them as fellow women? I guess I should have gotten some Elves as presents, shouldn't I?
Jircniv had not been able to bring along slave Elves from the Empire with them because there had not been enough time to prepare them, and also because he wanted to hold them in reserve as capital for future dealings. Those dealings would not be with Ainz, but held secretly with Mare.
He felt that he could carefully investigate that Mare girl, strip her bare before him, and use her for his purposes.
We'll bait her with promises of emancipating her enslaved kin. In exchange, she will do some simple favours for us behind Gown's back. After that, we can use those incidents as blackmail material to have her do more things for us. At least, that was the plan...
Just as Jircniv was mulling over his schemes for Mare, Yuri responded to him.
"Your Majesty is most kind. However, our master Ainz Ooal Gown has explicitly ordered us not to show any rudeness or disrespect to the Emperor, and as such, I regret that we cannot accede to your generous request."
"Is that so? Well, that's a shame."
Jircniv shrugged in an exaggerated manner, like he was putting on a comedic act.
"Still, please feel free to address me as intimately as you see fit. How about Gown-dono?"
"Understood. Our master is still making his preparations, and he will need a bit more time. I pray you will be patient and wait for him."
"I see. Then, where shall we wait? Inside that cabin?"
"No. We hope you will wait here."
Jircniv raised his head to the sky. Although it did not look like it would rain soon, it was hard to call the weather good with those dark clouds in the sky. In addition, there must be a chill in the air since it was winter, although Jircniv could not feel it through his enchanted clothes.
What is he thinking, telling us to wait here? Could it be that he wants us to know our place?
Since he had been ordered to come to the offended party's home to apologize, Jircniv was already at a disadvantage. And then, on top of that, Ainz Ooal Gown wanted to demean him further with this. Clearly, Gown had a bad personality.
"Is that so?"
Jircniv narrowed his eyes.
"Then, we shall return to our carriages and await him therein."
Jircniv could feel the anger boiling out of his numerous royal guards as he said those words.
They might be in a neighboring country ―and one which might end up being an enemy to them― but even so, letting the Emperor of a great nation wait in a place like this was far too rude.
However, nobody could vocalize these feelings. Since their liege lord had clearly accepted these terms, there was no room for them as loyal servants to say anything else. Unless―
Was it because they saw the carnage that Dark Elf could wreak? If that is so... Gown, you're a hard man to deal with. With just one move you've struck fear into all our hearts. Even if that ability could only be used once in a lifetime, who would be brave enough to put that to the test? And then there's the fact that it was a child doing it. You're giving us the impression that even a child can be that powerful.
"I pray you to wait."
Yuri's quiet voice cut through the air before Jircniv could take a step.
"Since the delay originated from our side, we would be poor hosts and in defiance of Ainz-sama's commands if we did not extend every courtesy to you in compensation."
Jircniv was somewhat surprised.
Ainz... he allows his maids to address him so directly? Maybe they're not maids... no, I see. At the very least, they' have a close relationship. Has he claimed their bodies yet? No, any man would understand why. Given their looks, the difficulty would be in keeping one's hands off them.
A faint feeling of sympathy grew within Jircniv, and then he replied with exaggerated politeness.
"Ohhh! Then, we must be grateful to Gown-dono. Well then... what sort of reception can we look forward to, and where can we expect to find it?"
"We are in the process of preparing it. To begin with, the weather does not look very welcoming. Let us change that."
"What do you... ? Uooooh!"
Jircniv was not the only one gasping in surprise. The magic casters, royal guards, Baziwood, Leinas, even Fluder, all of them could not help but exclaim in wonder.
The dark clouds above them began to move slowly.
Within moments, they had vanished without a trace, as though some invisible giant had scattered them with his hands. The hippogriff riders in the air were thrown into confusion, which was something those on the ground could empathize with.
"Why does it feel... warmer... ?"
"You too? You mean I'm not mistaken?"
As Jircniv heard the quiet exchanges between his guards, he shucked off his cloak, which dispelled the magic which maintained the temperature of his body. Just then―
"Yo-Your Majesty!"
Roune exclaimed at Jircniv's sudden disrobing, but the Emperor did not answer his subordinate.
"Fu... fuha... fuhahaha. What is this... what on earth is this? Gramps! What's going on?!"
Jircniv abandoned his calm and looked to Fluder with a twisted expression on his face.
The refreshing, clear air which surrounded him now should only have been found in spring. The chill grasp of winter was nowhere to be found. Jircniv had never heard of magic like this during Fluder's lessons. In that case, what kind of spell was this, anyway?
"This should not be the work of arcane magic... I seem to recall a druidic divine spell that could control the weather..."
Fluder seemed unable to control the broad smile on his face as he spoke.
"Weather control should be a 6th tier spell. However, judging by Your Majesty's reaction, this may not be a simple manipulation of the weather. It must be a higher tier spell... how incredible..."
"And this spell is the work of that Dark Elf ― of that emissary, then?"
That much he could accept, if it was the work of that magic caster who could cause the earth to swallow his men up in its cracks. No, in truth, he hoped that was the case. He did not want to believe that there was another magic caster out there who was stronger than her. That would be a nightmare.
"Indeed, that might be the case... but I cannot be sure."
Fluder seemed to find all this terribly amusing, which made frustration well up in Jircniv's heart.
Although his mentor was an excellent teacher who was worthy of respect, he was hopeless once magic was involved. It was extremely irritating when he got like that.
"I believe that should have refreshed you somewhat. Then, let us begin the next phase."
The maid ignored Jircniv's rising irritation and tossed out another bombshell at him.
The young emperor desperately fought the urge to tell her to stop. Don't shake my heart any more, he thought, but in the end, his obligations as the Emperor of the Baharuth Empire won out and he managed to control himself.
"Now then. Come here."
In response to Yuri's orders, the doors of the log house opened, and something huge stepped out.
"Gehhhh!"
A lone cry rang out. It was a strange sound that one might expect of a strangled chicken.
When they realized who had cried out, terror filled the hearts of everyone present, not just Jircniv. Indeed, it felt like they were dreaming.
The one who had made that uncharacteristic sound was the high court wizard of the Empire, "Tri-Arts", Fluder Paradyne. He was a man who was said to be able to rival the Thirteen Heroes. A man like that now stood with eyes wide with terror, his gaze fixed on the things emerging from the log house.
Shortly after that, several screams filled the air, all of them from Fluder's disciples.
"Impossible! That's―!!"
"Un-unbelievable! This is impossible!"
"Danger! An attack is coming! Defensive magic! Please allow us to use defensive magic!"
Fluder glared at his disciples, all of whom were in full battle readiness.
"Silence!! Calm yourselves, all of you!!"
The being emerging from the log house was worthy of their caution and dread. The eyes of everyone from the entire Imperial contingent were focused on the single point.
There was no doubt at all that it was a monster. It was a monster sheathed in black plate armor.
Its body was excessively large, and its silhouette was utterly evil. It was as though a god had drawn forth the essence of violence and brutality from all humanity, concentrated it, and given it physical form. Its rotted face had no expression, yet they could all sense a brilliant, shining hatred burning in its empty eye sockets.
And there were five of them.
The vast body of the one at their head was carrying a large stone table. The four behind it held various utensils and many chairs.
None of them had any hostile intent. In contrast, the vigilance and panic of Fluder's disciples seemed almost laughable.
There was a sound of something falling to the ground.
One of Fluder's acolytes had collapsed to his knees upon the ground, his face pale and his body devoid of strength. Or rather, almost all of the four acolytes he had brought along had ended up that way. Their pale faces were frozen in shock as they began hyperventilating.
"Impossible. How could this... no, no, it can't be. Are those Death Knights? Are they being controlled? And in those numbers?"
Something flashed through Jircniv's mind. He forgot himself and shouted angrily.
He no longer had the luxury of preserving his calm.
"Death Knights? What do they mean by Death Knights?! Gramps! Answer me! I've heard that name before, does it have anything to do with that undead creature that's rumored to be locked up under the Ministry of Magic?!"
Indeed. It was a Death Knight. That was the name of an undead creature that could plunge the Empire into dire straits just by itself.
Nobody answered Jircniv's query.
Fluder was staring with eyes wide open, gazing with mad delight upon the Death Knight.
Jircniv saw that he would not be getting an answer and realized that talking further to him would be fruitless. Instead. Jircniv quickly stepped forward and seized one of the disciples by his lapels.
"What are these Death Knights?! Answer me!!"
"Aieeee! Your, Your Majesty! As you said, that legendary undead monster sealed within the nether reaches of the Ministry of Magic is, indeed, a Death Knight! They are creatures that even Master cannot control!"
All Jircniv could do was laugh. The dignity that he had clung to as the Emperor of the Baharuth Empire was no more. It had crumbled to ash and blown away on the wind.
"... Fu, fufu. fufufu. What do you mean, legendary undead?! There's five of them right there in front of us! Or are you saying that Death Knights come in groups and five of them count as one entity? Huh?! Are you kidding me?!"
"N-no! Nothing like that!"
He sensed someone standing beside him. When he glanced over, he saw that it was one of the Empire's strongest warriors, Baziwood. The man's face was pale, and Jircniv could see it starting to twitch.
"Er, ah, Your Majesty. Please listen to this with a calm heart. The situation now is very bad. Even if all of us went at once, we would not be able to stop even one of them. Perhaps it would be a good idea to sound a retreat. This is bad. Really bad. Look at how my hand trembles."
As Jircniv looked over to Baziwood's hand, it began to shake. After looking at his twitching face, it was clear that these were not pre-battle tremors.
"Is that what they mean by 'unfathomable'... do you think it could be stronger than Stronoff-san?"
The other member of the Four Knights was further behind than when she had started out, and she was still continuing her slow retreat. The only reason why she had not broken into an all-out sprint was because she did not want to attract the Death Knight's attention and thus, its hostility.
This whole thing felt like a nightmare come to life.
And then, before them...
The way the Death Knights were calmly arranging the furniture and utensils on the grassy plains was the very picture of the loyal manservant. There was nothing in their actions which suggested that they were legendary undead which could destroy a country.
However, after looking at the reactions of everyone around him, he knew it was a fact that they were undead which even the most powerful magic caster in Jircniv's knowledge, Fluder Paradyne, could not command.
This implied that there might be more than five of these monsters, whose fighting ability was far in excess of Fluder's own.
The object of comparison, Fluder Paradyne, was someone whose fighting power rivalled that of the entire Imperial Army. Of course, he did not have infinite mana, and in a straight fight, they might be able to win. However, fi Fluder used teleportation or flying spells, then it would be the entire Imperial Army that would be slaughtered instead.
That would mean that the five Death Knights here represented five times the fighting strength of the entire Imperial Army.
Impossible.
Something like this should not have happened.
This was far too much power for an individual to possess. No, even a country would be hard-pressed to wield such might. This was the sort of power which only a few famous nations or republics of legend could command. And to think, the master of a meager little tomb actually possessed such puissance.
The reality which he had been trying his best to flee from ever since those two Dark Elves had come before him now stared him straight in the face.
"Ainz Ooal Gown... he's a monster we can't stop, no, that we can't even touch..."
Just like a tiny boat tossed around in a raging storm, so too was Jircniv's heart tormented by this incredible shock.
In the end, however, he wrestled his emotions down and regained his calm with iron will.
He had seen his royal guards annihilated and the shadow of the Dragon's vast body. Those things allowed Jircniv to prepare his heart.
Without these prior experiences, the impact on him would have been greater. He might have shown a more unsightly side of himself.
This tomb is... How powerful is Ainz Ooal Gown? Those five Death Knights and those two. Even with that dragon included, that can't be all, can it? Why is he hiding in this place? When did he start taking up residence here? Or perhaps his preparations are finally complete? I've heard that when many undead creatures gather in one place, an even more powerful undead being is born. That's why these Death Knights... no, could it be that he's even more powerful than these Death Knights... ? Not good. There's no time, but I still have to think of a way...
As Jircniv's rapid thoughts drove him ever further into confusion, Yuri cut in.
"Please be at ease. All these Death Knights were created by Ainz-sama himself. They are absolutely obedient to his orders, and in his place, I have gained the right to command them. I will not permit any of you to come to harm."
Jircniv had struggled to piece his thoughts together, but Yuri's words had blown them away..
"He created them..."
Ainz Ooal Gown could create undead like these through a mere act of will. That was the awful truth. Creating such beings would require expenditures equal to their vast power, and he could either meet that cost or bypass it entirely.
No, this must be a bluff. How could anyone make things like that? He must be lying to inflate his own combat power. Because if he's not―
A smile appeared on Jircniv's face.
For some reason, everything seemed so bothersome now.
―Ah. I'm done with this. I don't know anything anymore. This time, let's just settle for seeing what the other side can do, yes.
"Fu, fuhahahahaha!"
Just as Jircniv decided to abandon all delusions of control, a laugh of sheerest joy rang out from beside him.
It came from Fluder.
Be they royal guards, acolytes or priests, the faces of everyone except Jircniv were frozen in shock.
Fluder Paradyne was a magic caster of the highest order, and a hero possessed of incomparable education and knowledge besides. Countless entries in the history books of the Empire told of how he had single-handedly engaged monsters which threatened the safety of the nation, and emerged triumphant. His saintly demeanor also meant he was honored and respected by many people.
In truth, many of the people here felt the same way about him.
And now, Fluder was laughing in a way that shattered the mental image that everyone had of him.
There was power in that laugh.
He had the aura of a hero.
There was no doubt that Fluder was radiating a fearsome pressure, and not the warmth that Jircniv sometimes felt from the man who was as close to him as his father.
He possessed immense magical might, enough to take on all the Four Knights at once. And his voice took on a demented tone as he appeared to be going insane.
It was only natural that the nearby royal guards would break out in goosebumps.
Amidst all this, only the people from Nazarick and Jircniv kept their cool.
"... He controls Death Knights, and in such numbers! Marvellous! Marvellous!! Marvellous!!! Fuhahahaha!"
A single tear oozed from the corner of his eye, and he smiled like a madman.
―No, that was not it.
This was the true nature of a man who had abandoned his position as a wizard of the Imperial court to glimpse the deepest mysteries of the abyss called "magic."
Until now, it had been hidden under the mask of a hero, but it had surfaced in the presence of a powerful magic caster.
"Well then, Your Majesty. What shall we do now? Should we flee with teleportation magic? I think if we teleported now, we should be able to make it, no? Assuming the terrain allows for it..."
Fluder said this to Jircniv, a mocking smile on his face,
"I like that face of yours, Gramps. Then, let me ask a question in turn. Do you think I will run?"
Cracks spread rapidly throughout Fluder's face. That was the smile of a madman, which instilled terror in all who saw it.
"I expected nothing less of Your Majesty, no, my darling Jir. My pupils, open your eyes and be grateful for the fact that you can lay your eyes upon the highest, the most exalted of all magic casters on the continent. Now that you have seen the end of your journey, you must work towards it!"
The faces of Fluder's disciples and the royal guards turned paler and paler as they realized the true nature of the being whose yard they now occupied.
They knew their comrades had been massacred. However, the legendary magic caster from their history books had called him "the most exalted of all magic casters." The immense stress from that felt like a huge stone which had been lodged in their bellies.
"Your Majesty, this is bad, right?"
"... Do you mind if I run first?"
Baziwood seemed confused, and Leinas' question was filled with despair.
Jircniv looked at them.
Fluder and his disciples aside, the strain on the royal guards was slowly increasing, and they looked like they might break at any moment.
This was because the hero Fluder's abnormal behavior and the description of the Death Knights' power had left them at a loss for what to do.
"What else can we do? And if you want to run, go ahead. However, if you do that, you won't be one of us. Which means that to them, you'll be an intruder. I hope you don't end up like those Workers who came here earlier."
Leinas ground her teeth and her face twisted.
"Which means it's fine, right?"
"Baziwood, look at Gramps ― no, Fluder. He's the most familiar of all of us with magic and he's like that now. All we can do is leave everything to our hosts."
"What about praying to the gods for luck, and then escaping?"
"Do you really think we can escape?"
Baziwood glanced at the maids. They had clearly overheard them talking about fleeing, but calmly continued their preparations anyway.
"What if we took a hostage?"
"I don't like to hear people talking about doing things that are clearly impossible, 'Lightning Bolt', see what happens if you say that again."
"... Forgive me. In truth, I feel that the maid is even more mysterious than the Death Knights... If someone told me they were stronger than them, I'd probably believe that too... ah, I'm talking about such rude things in front of her and she isn't batting an eye. How frightening..."
That maid was monstrously strong as well.
As he thought about this, Jircniv shook his head. He desperately wanted to believe that not everyone on the tomb was ridiculously strong. As he thought about it, he tried his best to put the cold smiles of those two Dark Elves out of his mind.
"Looks like we are almost... are we ready, then? In that case, everyone, I hope you will relax over here."
There were many tables and chairs in place on the grass. The tables were covered in pure white tablecloths and large parasols gave shade. The Death Knights who had been moving the furniture into place were standing by beside the log house in order not to get in the way.
"We have also prepared refreshments for you."
Decanters beaded with moisture were arrayed on the tables, filled with an orange liquid. Beside them were high-stemmed wine glasses made of clear crystal. Each of them was intricately carved with elaborate designs.
Even Jircniv, an Emperor who enjoyed the best things in life, could not help but stare with eyes agape at the display before him.
"Please let us know if you need anything else. Then, everyone―"
The log house's door opened once more, and more maids filed out from within. Their incredible beauty was enough to wipe away all the fear and unease they had experienced until now.
Each of them was uniquely beautiful in their own way. One of them had hair that was pinned up into a chignon, another had long, straight hair, and a third had drill-shaped hair.
"Are they having a sale on beauties?"
Although Jircniv did not know which of the royal guards said that, he had to agree. After all, what would such belles be doing in a tomb?
Does that tomb spawn beautiful women? Do they pop out of the ground one after the other?
He heard the sound of a tongue clicking again, but paid it no heed.
"Then, please enjoy the drinks we have―"
"―Ah, before that, could we meet Ainz Ooal Gown-sama first? I would like to expedite matters... and if it's all right, could I speak with him just before he meets with Jir―"
"Fluder, contain yourself!"
No matter what, none of them could disgrace themselves or the Empire here.
"Have you missed something, Fluder? We're here as representatives of the Empire, not to satisfy your thirst for magical knowledge."
By this time, a calm light had returned to Fluder's eyes. He had, for the most part, managed to subdue his rampant desire.
"... Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was overcome by excitement. I beg the forgiveness of everyone else present as well."
"That's right, Gramps. Have a drink, calm yourself down. Then, shall we?"
"Understood."
Yuri slowly filled the glasses on the table before Jircniv with that same orange fluid. A fragrant citrus scent wafted through the air.
Jircniv took a mouthful of the fruit juice, and the taste was such that he could not help but smile. It was a smile that seemed to say, what have I been drinking all my life. Looks of surprise appeared on the faces of the surrounding royal guards. If even Jircniv, who lived a life of decadence, could be surprised like this, how much more so these common men? As if to illustrate that point, there were many who had forgotten their manners and gulped the juice down as fast as possible.
Shortly after, shocked exclamations rang out from the gathered men.
"It's delicious!"
"What kind of drink is this, it's a perfect blend of sweet and sour!"
"It glides down your throat, and there's no cloying aftertaste!"
Jircniv took another drink as he heard the praise from all around him. Suddenly, he felt like he was filled with power.
So it tastes so good that my body is getting excited, huh. Does that mean Nazarick has the best drinks? It seems I did insult those two Dark Elves back then. If they availed themselves of such wondrous drinks every day, then it's no wonder they weren't impressed by what we served.
Jircniv smiled bitterly.
To think, even a simple drink could defeat him so thoroughly―
Ahhh... I feel so calm now. This is the first time I've felt this relaxed since I came here. It's like... like I've come home...
How long had they stayed out of the sun in the shade of the umbrellas and heard the wind blow through the grass? Eventually, Yuri said the words which Jircniv longed to hear.
"I apologize for the delay. Ainz-sama is ready to see you now, so please follow me."
Part 3
Jircniv arrived at a hemispherical room. He stood before a pair of vast double doors. Intricate carvings decorated both sides of the doors; a beautiful goddess on the right and a cruel-looking demon on the left. Countless ominous-looking statues were arrayed around them.
If one had to give it a name, it would probably be "The Gates of Judgement."
Jircniv pondered those doors as he looked over them.
The huge room was quiet, so quiet that he imagined he could hear the metaphorical sound of silence.
Indeed, nobody from the Imperial contingent had uttered a single word ever since they had been brought here. The only sounds were the metallic noises of armor scraping against armor.
They were not silent out of politeness, but rather, they had passed all manner of wondrous sights before coming here, which had stolen their souls away.
It would have been too much to expect them to not be entranced by the nigh-mythical scenes they had seen.
In truth, even Jircniv found it hard to control the impulse to gawk openly at his surroundings as he walked, given the splendor that surrounded him.
He glanced over his shoulder to look at his subordinates who had followed him here.
Behind him were Baziwood and ten specially-selected royal guards, Fluder and four of his acolytes, Roune, his secretary, and the priests from the knight orders. Leinas and the remaining royal guards had been left behind with the carriages for security.
Everyone following him ―with the exception of Fluder― had drawn in their shoulders.
This was the result of walking through this passage which even the Empire's finest artisans would not be able to replicate, which filled them with a sense of being tiny and insignificant.
The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick was a tomb in name only. In truth, it was a beautiful world that was closer to a citadel of the gods than anything else. Their image of the ruler of this place, the magic caster Ainz Ooal Gown, was overwhelming beyond description.
The smile on Jircniv's face was filled with self-mockery. Humans would naturally bow their heads to those who exceeded them. Anyone that was unimpressed by these architectural and artistic marvels must surely lack the capacity to feel.
... This is truly troubling.
Ainz Ooal Gown waited beyond that door. He was a magic caster whose power surpassed even that of Fluder Paradyne. Indeed, there might be nobody to equal him in the past or the future. His magnificent domicile far exceeded the capacity of humans to imagine, and his followers possessed incredible power. He was a being who possessed every possible advantage.
Why had someone like that hidden in a place like this until now? Although Jircniv did not know the answer, he would probably find out soon enough.
At least, he hoped to learn that much during the discussions that were to follow.
I doubt he'll be satisfied with a simple apology after that spectacular show of force he put on.
Initially, Jircniv's plan was to divine and then play on Ainz Ooal Gown's desires, thereby turning the situation to the Empire's advantage. This whole pretence of making an apology was merely an excuse for achieving that aim.
However―
As if I could begin to tempt someone as powerful as this. I couldn't do it, even if I used all the wealth I possessed.
Just as a one-carat gem would not gain Jircniv's attention, Ainz Ooal Gown could not possibly be interested in anything Jircniv could offer.
To begin with, wealth would be completely out of the question.
If he offered military and magical support ― well, why would he be interested in things that were far inferior to his own?
As for members of the opposite sex ― Jircniv thought of Yuri and the maids ― they would be useless.
Offers of rank and authority meant nothing to someone who lived in a place like this.
Then what might he want?
Jircniv had no idea. It might be that no human being could conceive of a desire that could move the heart of Ainz Ooal Gown.
"... It would be very difficult, huh."
Jircniv's mind ran through countless stratagems and ploys to use against Ainz Ooal Gown.
The conclusion was that he could do nothing.
He came to the answer that the wisest thing he could do was hope Ainz did not regard him as an enemy.
The victory conditions for this engagement are: the Empire remains intact, and that I return alive.
As he gave voice to these thoughts, Jircniv found that they were louder than he imagined. However, nobody around him reacted. They were too mesmerized by their surroundings.
"The Throne Room lies beyond. Ainz-sama waits for you within."
After that, Yuri announced that her part was over, and bowed deeply to Jircniv.
As though waiting for those words, the vast double doors swung open slowly, without being touched.
Several sudden intakes of breath reached Jircniv's ears. It was not just one or two instances, but over ten of them, probably well over half the people who had come to this place. Many among them had not been able to fully muster their resolve against the fear that gripped them and allowed their desire to flee to show on their faces. In other words, many of the Imperial contingent had been hoping that those double doors would not open.
It was precisely because of that reason that Jircniv was grateful that the doors had opened automatically. Who knew how long they would have to wait if they needed to work up the courage to pass through those doors first?
A vast room came into view, with a ceiling that was very high and very broad. The walls were predominantly white, with extensive gold decorations and highlights.
Luxurious, multicolored chandeliers ―made of precious stones from all the colors of the rainbow― depended from the ceiling, radiating a fantastic light. Huge flags hung from poles set into the walls
This room was the epitome of a "throne room". There was no better word to describe a place like this.
Jircniv and the others blanched pale as an oppressive air swept over them from inside the room.
A crimson carpet ran down the center of the room, and flanking it were a series of immeasurably powerful beings.
There were Demons, Dragons, bizarre humanoids, armored knights, bipedal insects and Elves. Each was different from the other in size and appearance, but the one thing they had in common was the overwhelming might each of them possessed. These beings were arranged in two lines on either side of the carpet, and it felt too disheartening to count them.
They watched Jircniv and company in silence. Although it was said that one could sense a certain kind of strength in the eyes of those with power or status, this was the first time Jircniv had ever felt a physical pressure.
The sound of low moans and the shuddering of metal armor plates came from behind Jircniv.
It was proof that his subjects were scared out of their wits.
However, he could be honest about this.
Jircniv did not intend to reproach his subordinates for showing their fear. Rather, he wanted to praise them, because every single one of them had conquered that fear and stayed behind him.
The fact that they had remained steadfast in the face of these terrifying beings was to be lauded.
Jircniv's threat evaluation of Ainz Ooal Gown rose by several dozen levels at once. His wariness had been revised ever upward since he arrived here. But even that had been far too naïve.
He had determined that Ainz Ooal Gown was not simply a threat to the Empire, but to the continued survival of the entire species ― to humans and demihumans both.
Jircniv's eyes followed the carpet forward.
Far ahead of them was a set of stairs, and around it were assembled people that Jircniv surmised were Ainz' aides. A beautiful silver-haired girl. A bluish-white monster that looked like an upright insect. A toad-like man in a suit. The twins from before ― here Jircniv felt some relief. If it turned out that the ones who wiped out his royal guards in a few seconds were mere foot soldiers, he would not have been able to keep his calm.
Above them, upon those stairs, was a beautiful winged woman, and just behind her―
"That is..."
Upon a crystal throne sat the physical incarnation of Death. It held a strange-looking staff in hand.
It was a monster with a bare skull for a head.
It was like a being that had been formed from concentrating and condensing the darkness into a single point.
―It was Ainz Ooal Gown.
A magnificent crown sat upon his head, and his body was cloaked in a luxurious sable robe. Rings glittered brightly on his fingers. Even from such a distance, Jircniv could clearly tell that the exquisite accessories which Ainz wore were beyond the skills of his Empire's craftsmen.
Blood-red points of light glowed within the empty eye sockets of Ainz Ooal Gown's skull. As they swept over Jircniv' and his contingent, it felt as if they were tasting him.
He did not seem shocked by the fact that Ainz was not human. Instead, he was relieved that he was not human.
It was because Ainz was not human that Jircniv could honestly accept that Ainz was a superior being that was far out of his league.
"Hu..."
Jircniv exhaled quietly.
It was a sign of his resolve.
The door had been opened, but it had not been opened for long. It was certainly not long enough for anyone to comment on their inactivity. Still, they could not wait out here forever. And so ― Jircniv stepped forward.
"Let's go."
Jircniv's words were quiet enough that only those behind him could hear them. Anyone who saw him would be surprised by how he could speak without opening his mouth. This was not magic, but pure skill. It was a skill that was particularly useful in this sort of setting.
However, Jircniv could not sense anyone moving in response to his words.
Advancing to stand before Ainz Ooal Gown meant that they would have to pass between the flanking lines of monsters. Though he knew that they would probably not attack them, walking in front of these creatures still required a great deal of courage.
His judgement that they would not be attacked was not simple optimism.
The reasons for using a throne room like this were for ceremonial purposes, as well as displaying the power of one's nation. These were facts that anyone would know.
In other words, the reasons for choosing this place were to display the power of Nazarick, and to show that he had no intent of killing Jircniv and his followers. After all, if Ainz wanted to get rid of them, he could simply have brought them to a slaughterhouse instead.
Jircniv's underlings should have clearly understood that fact. However, that was not the reason why they remained immobile.
The main reason for that was simply because they did not want to go near those monsters.
Beyond the lines of monsters were Ainz Ooal Gown's aides. The power of those beings was clearly beyond the reckoning of sane men.
And upon the throne was Ainz Ooal Gown himself.
At great length, Jircniv realised something in the depths of his soul.
He realised that they were standing in the presence of what men would call a god.
Jircniv possessed a magic item that defended against mental attacks, but the pressure he was facing was outside the scope of the item's protection. If he lost his focus but once, even the man known as the Bloody Emperor would be able to do nothing but kneel before Ainz.
Still, it was precisely because of that reason that he had to go.
Just as Jircniv was observing Ainz Ooal Gown, Ainz Ooal Gown was also observing Jircniv. If he disapproved of what he saw, what would happen to the Empire in future? At the very least, he had to let Ainz recognize the value of Jircniv, and by extension, the continued existence of the Empire.
Jircniv laughed at his own naïveté.
What had he been thinking by a war of words.
So this is what it means to regret something. Nothing else matters anymore. All I can hope for is to minimize the damage to the Empire.
"Let's go!"
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