ALL NOVEL Chapter 11: Waste, and not caring, part three (76)
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Arche looked on at the skeletal undead. His power was enormous. His aura was everywhere. His voice and tone spoke of an undying will. He was also angered. She didn’t know what to do. The undead overlord of this tomb had been somewhat cordial, all things considered since they intruded on his home. However, now he was mad.
Who wouldn’t be? They had invaded his home with ideas of taking all that he had. They could have stopped, and simply taken the stuff on the surface. It would have paid for her family’s debts all the same as the gold that was surely down here.
Her mind could barely comprehend what she was seeing, in fact. The deep and rich magic that his personage was releasing into the air and ground would be enough to kill someone a hundred times over if it was directed at them.
She was scared, she realized. She was going to die here; her mind came to the conclusion rather quickly. She was never going to see her little sisters ever again. That thought, in and of itself sent shivers of guilt down her spine. She should have brought them with her when she had the chance to.
“You fools! I shall kill you all! You came here, spoke of a hint of one of my long-lost comrades! I should kill you all!” he shouted out.
Then, she felt a shift in the air. The anger died down. The aura, that leaked out of him like a gusher, was gone. All there was in front of them was a woman holding three babies somehow. She lightly walked over to the one known as Ainz Ooal Gown; and pecked him on his skeletal cheek.
Confusion rang in her own head. Arche had never expected to see anything like this at all. In fact, she was surprised that she was surprised! The woman was holding babies, she was acting like a loving wife to Ainz Ooal Gown.
She was his wife, or lover, or something to that effect. Then her mind came up the question of how he made those babies in her arms. The change of the scene was so drastic that her mind was suffering whiplash. The power that had nearly killed her was nowhere to be seen.
“Are we now interrupting something between lovers?” Roberdyck asked.
No one in foresight had an answer to that. The strange scene continued as if it made any sense at all. They were flirting now. They were God damn flirting now. Arche’s mind seemed to want to turn off and on again, so it could try and understand what had happened to get this.
“My, my big boy. You sure knew how to…” the woman who had dropped from the stands spoke until she was interrupted by gorgeous black-haired woman.
“My lady Aeskell, could you please stop before you scar the little ones with the flirting?” she asked the woman now known as Aeskell.
The woman in question simply brushed off the words that other had said and then looked to the workers of foresight. Her smile turned a little sinister as she looked them all up and down before she turned back to Ainz.
“Ainz, my love. Could you please reframe yourself from getting that angered by some random fools who wander into our home? It’ll frighten our kids and set a bad example,” she chastised him.
The husband of this, now newly seen as extremely powerful being, nodded his head at her words. He then turned back to the three of them and sighed. He then tilted his head back to the drop-dead gorgeous woman behind him and then to the stands. He then spoke in a voice that told of power.
“To any resident or guardian of the tomb listening, cover your ears so you may not heat this,” he said, and Aura and Albedo covered their ears.
He sighed once more and began to speak in a soft voice that made it seem like he was extremely tired. His wife put a hand on his head and patted him as he said all he was saying. He ignored it and kept going.
“I was originally rather on the fence about letting people into the tomb. Of course, we needed that reason to invade that land we had already been building up and make it officially ours in the eyes of the rest of the world, but I still don’t like it. I have kids, I have my family, and I have my legacy,” he stopped for a moment to look at the small children in his wife’s arms.
One of them was asleep. So tired did the child seemed that she didn’t even wake when her own father was screaming at the top of his nonexistent lungs. The other two seemed enraptured in this whole affair. Like, well children, when they saw something that would obviously influence them for the rest of their lives.
“Though now, it seems to me that I haven’t the choice to not look cool in front of my children,” he said, and the woman with the three babies in his arms teleported away.
“Now come at me, if you dare!” he shouted, and the members of foresight took a second to reorientate themselves.
After they did so, they rushed in. Ainz then shrugged off his robe and showed off his top. Arche heard a glee full of lust and happiness come from the seats above. Then it was gone.
Hekkeran rushed in with a twin blade strike right off the bat. This attack was blocked by some newly appeared gear that Ainz brought up to defend himself. The black shield blocked the attack as if it hadn’t even hit him.
Imina then launched a couple of arrows as Hekkeran dodged back and into the formation. Ainz blocked this too with a lazy swing of his sword. After that, Ainz seemed to go on the offensive.
He walked forward as the rest of the team ran around him. Arche kept her attacks up and ready. However, as the fight kept going, her gut feeling from before reared its ugly head.
This fight was nothing. They wouldn’t let them live. This was some sort of test, Arche realized. This whole thing was to build up some sort of excuse to do something, to make a nation, she guessed. Yet the fight continued.
Ainz rushed forth, his blade making contact with the side of Roberdyck’s gauntlet. A deep-seated screech was what greeted everyone’s ears. The metal that made up his gauntlet was dented and cut into.
He shook his fist after Ainz’s attention was pulled away with a few arrows from Imina. The fight continued on. Every time Ainz got close to killing them, he backed off. It was like he was toying with them. He probably was, Arche realized.
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Imina looked at the sky, she couldn’t move her head. She was paralyzed right beside her lover, Hekkeran. The fight had gone downhill, fast. Arche had been sent off, to go and try and find help, or save herself.
After the fight was done, Aeskell left to go put her children away to sleep. Then, they had learned that this place was underground from a passing comment from the host of this supposed fight. It hurt her to her core, to hear how useless they were. To hear that the fight that they had fought with all their strength was all for naught.
“Tell me, what fate should befall me in this place,” Roberdyck asked.
He had been broken in this fight, though he was the most physically sound. His mind had been worn away with tests of passive strength from Ainz. His armor was bent places where he had to block attacks.
“And please, tell me what will happen to Arche. She has many things to do that I don’t know what will happen if she doesn’t fulfill them,” he continued.
“Well,” the undead overlord put a hand to his very pointy chin, “I wanted to see where your magic came from. Though my wife was against that as she already knows where the power of divine magic hails from. I may just see if I can test one or two things out though,” he said, and Roberdyck felt a chill go down his spine.
“As for Arche. I will let her live. Though, I can’t let her leave,” he said then spoke once more to stands, “Shalltear, you may have the girl that just fled from my power as a gift.”
There was ecstatic giggling and laughing from the stands. Imina wanted to look and see what kind of monster made those sounds, but she couldn’t move her head.
“But you have to take care of her,” Ainz reiterated, and Foresight heard a pout loud enough to travel to their collective ears.
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