Grand Foreigner (Overlord\FGO Crossover)

Chapter 150: Merlin
Chapter 150: Merlin

Of course, the great Wizard of Camelot, Merlin, existed in YGGDRASIL, Ainz even had a hand in killing him during the siege of Camelot. He didn't fight him personally of course, the great wizard had fallen victim to Ulbert and Tabula, who decided to attack his personal tower and library during the raid and steal all possible resources and artifacts from it.

But, during the preparation for the raid on Camelot, Ainz had become well acquainted with Merlin. Not to mention the past meeting with him during Mordred's quest line, it was simply Ainz following Punnito's advice to 'know your enemy by'.

The Merlin in YGGDRASIL was the typical 'wise teacher' or 'powerful ancient wizard' archetype. Even an instructor for several of the classes that the human races could take. A dealer of many quests, and generally a very positive NPC from the Human Players' point of view, capable of giving small in-game hints and even hints on other quests. The existence of such an NPC, given the inexplicable sadism and pettiness of the developers, was even a bit of an anomaly. An actually helpful NPC? Must be a trap.

Only the trap was never sprung.

Because of this, almost regularly, YGGDRASIL players raised the topic of speculation as to the real reason for Merlin's help. Whether he could have been a traitor, or maybe asking him for help closed the way to the fulfillment of some special quest chains, the Players could see the Developers doing so quite easily.

But after much discussion, most of the Players came to the conclusion that Merlin existed primarily as a mockery of the players of non-human races that were deprived of the opportunity to interact with him.

Also, quite possible.

In any case, the Merlin of YGGDRASIL was best known for three things. His assistance to Players, his magical powers, and his appearance as an old, gray-haired wizard with long hair, a long beard, and a carved, powerful staff, wearing a simple but distinctly stylish gray-and-silver robe.

In other words, the only similarity the Merlin of Yggdrasil has with the Merlin he's seeing right now, was that they have the same gender.

Though seeing his floofiness and androgynous features, he could be mistaken there too.

"Merlin?! He's here!? Where?!" As if to confirm his words, Arthur instantly spun in place, swiping her gaze over the Merlin before her eyes. She tried to look behind the feminine man's back, trying to find the figure of the mighty elder archmage before her.

Confused, Arthur looked at the figure of this world Merlin's, and couldn't help but voice her question with unmasked disappointment. "That!? That is supposed to be Merlin?!"

Mashu and Alturia, however, paid no attention to Arthur's disdain filled words and Ainz's moment of confusion. In a few moments, they had crossed the distance separating them and Merlin, fully intent of delivering violent justice.

To which the Merlin reacted as only a man could react in such circumstances. He tried to run away, 'tried' being the operative word.

Before he could even take three steps, his flowing robes proved to be his downfall, as his feet got tangled with it, letting out some strange sounds as he fell.

Now, in a vulnerable position and unable to escape, the supposed greatest mage of Camelot put up his hands above his face, and cried out, pleading in a rather pathetic voice.

"Not in the face! Not in the face!"

Alturia and Mashu, having reached Merlin, however, did not proceed to beat him up, instead standing above him with expressions that clearly do not promise anything good for Merlin. But, despite his expressed fears, the two hadn't proceeded to beat the heck out of him.

Merlin, realizing that he wasn't currently being beaten, finally lowered his hands and took a look at the two, who looked unsure on what to do now. Seeing that it was not a trap to lull him into a position of false safety, Merlin adopted the most graceful look while lying on his back on the floor.

"I mean, how glad I am to meet you!"

Merlin's smile, however, worked in complete contrast to his expectations, and Alturia, who had been calm up to that point, still couldn't stand his words and stamped the sole of her boot into Merlin's side. Obviously not with all her strength, but enough to convey her displeasure to those, and to deliver an appropriate amount of pain without breaking anything.

"Merlin!"

"Ouch, why?!" Merlin grasped his side in pain, before looking up at Alturia with a look of such genuine sadness that Ainz instantly realized something. Merlin understood perfectly well 'why' he had just been stomped on, and even why he might be seeing more violence in the future.

"You didn't let me die!" Alturia, however, decided to clarify Merlin's sins aloud by kicking him again, on the ribs this time.

"That's why I survived! If you'd just let me die, that entire Singularity wouldn't even have been born!"

"Ouch, it's not me, it's Bedivere! He didn't throw the sword away!" Merlin tried to defend himself against Alturia's words, leaving Ainz befuddled. How? Isn't history supposed to be fixed, and they're in the past besides, so how could Merlin know something like that!?

"I had nothing to do with it!"

"But you could still have prevented it!" Ainz watched as Merlin tried to roll away from the kicks, a very disappointing sight to see from the great wizard. Of course, his rolling had caused him to go on a crash course to Mashu.

Merlin immediately tried to appeal to her rationality, to perhaps gain some space from the incensed Alturia. "Girl, I've never met you before! You're a knight, right? So please protect this weak mage!"

"I know I have no problem with you," Mashu replied calmly, making Merlin rejoice for a moment before Mashu's next words cut off this fragile hope. "But try explaining that to Galahad!"

Merlin's eyes widened in surprise and fear as he realized that he had just gone from the frying pan into the fire.

"Erm, ahem… I apologize?" Merlin, after a moment's thought, attempted an apologetic smile, but the attempt seemed unconvincing even to Ainz's eyes, not to mention Mashu herself. Who momentarily relinquished control of her body to Galahad to repeat Alturia's actions and began kicking Merlin as well.

Galahad seemed to make sure to aim for the most painful places, judging by the pitying cries of pain from Merlin.

Ainz, deciding to let his Servants spend their frustrations on Merlin, shifted his gaze back to Siduri, who didn't seem at all surprised by the actions of the two girls? Is this something that is commonplace?

Whatever the reason, she wasn't about to interfere as Merlin was beaten black and blue, even as he's supposed to hold a high position in Gilgamesh's kingdom. Instead, Siduri seemed more interested in keeping an eye on Ozymandias, and Ainz himself, though in two different senses.

While looking at Ozymandias, Siduri was clearly aware of who he was and how Siduri should deal with him in the future, more like an attentive butler or maid, looking to see to pre-empt any requests. At Ainz, Siduri was clearly assessing him, trying to examine him from all angles. However, when Ainz looked at her, Siduri averted her gaze and disguised her rapt attention, to disguise it in a smile that is rather friendly.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Ainz himself simply responded with a nod in response, ignoring the grains of pain from Merlin as Mashu and Alturia continued heaping beating at him.

"Yes, I apologize, but why is Gilgamesh…"

Noticing the way a small wrinkle passed between Siduri's eyebrows after Ainz addressed her king casually without any honorifics, Ainz decided to correct himself a bit. "That his Majesty didn't answer all the questions regarding the current situation in this world…?"

"His Majesty is an incredibly busy man, so you can't blame him for not being able to answer all of your questions, and Merlin will actually be able to answer most of them…" Siduri glanced at the figures of the two girls who were now mocking the figure of the magi heaped on the ground, before nodding to Ainz.

"After he is able to answer any questions at all."

Momonga cast a glance at Merlin after those words, then to observe the two knights' attempt to deal with the magi, then turned towards Siduri only to see Arthur talking with Siduri instead.

Arthur was not massive in the true sense of the word, but the fact that she was perhaps the most prominent paladin of YGGDRASIL was reflected in her appearance. Even with her lithe figure, her resolute posture and overwhelming aura made her look much larger than Siduri, which made her seem like she was looming over her.

Siduri, however, accustomed to Gilgamesh, did not even take a step back, raising her gaze to Arthur, while keeping a serene smile on her face. Perhaps it was due to her professionalism, to simply show that she wasn't intimidated, or perhaps actually showing hope for understanding.

"So, monsters and the goddess of monsters, not something serious enough, sure?" Arthur glanced at Angrboda, who was currently examining her nails, totally bored with all the humans talking, as if trying to distract herself from the people swarming around her with all her might.

"Why aren't the people training at the moment? Or even form a militia? Where is the army? The military convoys? The logistical chains?"

"I apologize… Lady." Siduri glanced at Arthur, clearly realizing she never got her name, before still replying politely to the Servant, even if her questioning was a bit rude. "The situation is under control at the moment, however, I'm sure His Majesty will be pleased to know that you are worried about the safety of his kingdom…"

"I don't care about the kingdom, I care about the people." Arthur wrinkled her face a little at hearing Siduri's response, Arthur cared little for a kingdom that is not Camelot, the people however… As a Paladin, it is her duty.

"In the course of our journey here we have seen two public squares with entertainment acts being performed there and a dozen shops, but not a single training camp. Even if the average human can't destroy any monsters, at least they could be taught first aid or put to work to ensure their own defense. Even a moat and fence might prove useful in these conditions…"

"As His Majesty's First Assistant, I am pleased to see a keen interest in the city's safety and well-being… However, I think His Majesty's methods of governance are His Majesty's prerogative." Siduri smiled a little wider, making Ainz realize that the display of her smile was not a show of friendliness at the moment, but of aggression. Judging from the look that Siduri was giving Ainz at this moment, pretty much signaling that he should reign Arthur in, he was right in his assessment.

"That's enough, Arthur." Ainz, placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder to ask her to stand down, causing to glare at him before taking half a step back, shrugging her shoulders, shoving his hand off of him. "We are guests here, it is not our place to give orders here, much less on the running of another's kingdom."

However, despite Ainz's words and his reluctance to engage in conflict at the moment, he couldn't help but see the rational grain in Arthur's words. He may not have wanted to point out to other people the errors in their way of governance, but he also couldn't help but think about the current situation. After all, indeed, training the people could save their lives later on.

Besides, judging by the fact that some of Gilgamesh's soldiers were still continuing to fight against the monsters on the walls, didn't they need food, swords or whatever? So why are his people not working overtime to produce that? While food is limited by time, there is still land not consumed by the black sea, so why are they still not planted with food? Or why are the artisan and craftsmen not creating weapons and armors 24/7?

Yes, perhaps such a city wouldn't look so happy and peaceful under the current circumstances, but wasn't such a sacrifice in the face of probable complete annihilation, worth it?

The thought made Ainz want to speak, but hesitated for a second, before Ozymandias broke the silence himself. "Siduri, hmm? Where exactly did the golden boy go?"

"Your Majesty, His Majesty Gilgamesh has left to deal with matters of national importance." Siduri, instantly changing her attitude into one that is more accommodating and subservient, made Ainz inwardly resent such discrimination.

She tilted her head slightly to face Ozymandias. "Do you wish to continue your meeting with him? I'm afraid it will be impossible under the current circumstances…"

"Hmm, matters of state distract the golden boy from honoring the Pharaoh of Pharaohs! Truly, how pitiful is the King of Heroes that the King of Kings himself has to extend his patronage and walk to visit him!" For a moment, Ainz thought that Ozymandias would do something sensible and waited until Gilgamesh finished his duties.

"Take me to him at once." Ozymandias hummed loudly, making Ainz, after a moment's reflection, come to the conclusion that this was not a bad way out of the current situation. Apparently, Ozymandias was the one who understood Gilgamesh best, and besides, having his own Servant near a potential ally was not a bad thing.

Siduri looked at Ainz, as if she was asking him if it was okay for Ozymandias to leave, it seems that whatever duties that Gilgamesh was undertaking were serious. It's also nice to have his status as the Master recognized, so he put Siduri back up a few notches.

So, after a moment of deliberation, Ainz nodded to Siduri, causing the latter to respond instantly.

"Of course, Your Majesty, His Majesty will be glad to have your patronage." Siduri bowed momentarily, then took a few steps away, forcing Ozymandias to quickly follow after her.

Ainz, looking at the departing Siduri and Ozymandias, was distracted from watching them a moment later by Jacques' voice, who had remained silent until this point. "Surprising, hmm…"

Glancing at Jacques, Ainz was quite surprised to see that the Crusader was deep in thought, as she looked at Siduri's departing figure. She had been acting quite strange ever since they entered Uruk.

"A loyal follower of Gilgamesh… Perhaps Siduri is simply a faithful servant of Gilgamesh, I admit that such a possibility is extant, but to show no worries at all? Unbelievable. All humans are fundamentally and ridiculously the same. They fear death, seek pleasure, and believe in the nearest, and easiest ideals that come before their eyes… Yet here, in this world, in Gilgamesh's kingdom? They are not concerned about imminent doom, even while they are fighting monsters, they have a relaxed atmosphere amidst the ongoing Apocalypse, feasting even during a plague…"

Jacques shook her head in a sympathetic way, murmuring something unintelligible.

"Do you think Gilgamesh is controlling them in some way?" Ainz glanced at Jacques, visualizing such a picture in his head. Ainz himself could pull off something similar, but not on such a large scale, and doing so would probably lead to problems that would surely follow trying to use charm magic on such a large contingent of followers.

"Yes… However, not in the sense of magecraft." Ainz hackles were raised for a moment, when he heard the confirmation from Jacques, only to drop it a moment later and became confused instead as she continued.

"If I were to use a part of my Noble Phantasm, with the Dark Mother's blessing, I could absorb most of Gilgamesh's followers, directing their thoughts in the direction I want… However, Gilgamesh directs and commands such great loyalty that his people could smile in the face of extinction with a smile on their face, without using magecraft. Or at least not the kind of magecraft that could easily be called so."

What the heck, that's some scary skill, Jacques!? Ainz knows that religion is scary, but what kind of brainwashing skill is that? And Gilgamesh has something that could compare to a Noble Phantasm, but is also not a skill? Is it a World Class Ite…

"Gilgamesh only uses his personal charisma to sway the people under his command."

Oh… That was disappointing.

"But at what point does a charisma that has reached inhuman heights cease to be considered something normal and reach the realm of something unnatural or even mind control? It seems to me that Gilgamesh crossed that line long ago and doesn't even seek to control it. Or, more likely, having realized it, sees nothing wrong with it."

Hearing such an assessment, Ainz was deep in thought for a moment. A personal charisma that so far overstepped the bounds of the possible that it could itself be seen as a magical influence, a curse of mind control… What a scary thought.

Ainz himself wouldn't speak too harshly on it, it's not like Gilgamesh could control his own Charisma, after all. After all, having a high Charisma is much lesser in scope of destruction when compared to Ainz's strange luck, one that is hellbent in making Ainz experience 'unique' events in his life. A luck that affected everyone around him, changing the fate of his Servants beyond his personal will.

But he could still ponder the implications of Gilgamesh's Charisma from an outsider's perspective.

Charisma of such magnitude that Gilgamesh's followers always followed his lead and words as if they're under mind control… Definitely, such an ability made ruling a nation a much easier endeavor, but if Gilgamesh made a mistake and accidentally took a wrong turn, allowing the people to fall into the abyss after him?

There would also be no one that would be able to stop him.

Gilgamesh looked like a man full of self-confidence, so much so that he quite possibly did not even think about the fact that he might one day make a mistake. He perhaps didn't even worry that his mistake could ruin thousands and millions of his followers' lives!

But Ainz was a completely different case. In fact, they couldn't be more diametrically different in that regard.

Ainz constantly, repeatedly worried about making mistakes, considering his actions, and decisions to perhaps a ridiculous degree. He always worried that he, as the boss, would make a mistake in his actions, it was in fear of such an outcome that Ainz worried about the possible mindless following of his subordinates by relying on his 'incredible plan'.

In other words, Ainz's way of thinking and Gilgamesh's were complete opposites, causing Ainz to view Gilgamesh as his 'natural enemy'. Not in the sense of someone he had to destroy at the first opportunity, but in the sense of someone with whom Ainz could find no contact and understanding… Then again, they had just met, so maybe the guy could show some hidden depths like Ozymandias did.

Shaking off these thoughts, Ainz turned his attention back to the 'Sage of Camelot'. Only to find that he was curled up in a fetal position, his robe now full of boot prints, with a satisfied looking Alturia and Mashu standing over him.

"Are you done?"

"Mostly" Alturia gave a triumphant glance at Merlin's prostrated figure and exhaled before taking a step back, allowing Ainz to see to Merlin's well-being. It wouldn't do to have their new ally too injured to share the important information, after all.

Huh, the guy is still conscious… What a surprise, by the end there, the two hadn't really held back most of their strength in the kicks.

"Well, now that undeserved beating is over!" Merlin, still lying on the ground, gave the two girls a resentful look, then, taking it for granted that they were no longer going to abuse his body, got up off the ground. Running his finger in the air, a wind blew the dust and boot prints off of his robes, grumbling loudly for all to hear.

"Why did I bother coming out from Avalon? So much for helping humanity…"

Ainz glanced at Angrboda, if the Merlin of this world wasn't human like his role in YGGDRASIL, it was strange to see how uncaring the mother of monsters was about his beating. But Angrboda only shook her head slightly. "He's Half-human, so if he deserved this beating from your Servants, dear, then I'm not going to interfere with what's going on."

Ainz, not quite sure if Merlin had actually deserved such a beating, just shrugged, trusting Alturia and Mashu's judgment. Though now that that's over with, he could now ask Merlin about the information he wanted. "Hmm, Merlin… Gilgamesh said that you could tell more about the current situation than he could."

For some reason, though, Merlin seemed to give him an aggrieved look as he stood up?

"I thought the physical beating was supposed to start after you ask a question and I can't answer it! Or was that just 'preparation' so I don't try to withhold information?!" Despite the indignation in Merlin's voice, it did not escape Ainz's notice the way the magus' eyes gleamed with insincerity and glee. Making Ainz wonder if Merlin was just masochistic, he knows full well that such a remark would tick off the two… No, it's not that he enjoys feeling pain, he just wants to elicit a reaction from the two?

What a strange man, and it seems that the two were familiar with his antics, and so decided not to rise to the provocation.

"Eh, well, at least I'm still the reliable older brother I ever was! So of course I would share everything I know!" Merlin rolled his eyes, before suddenly cracking a smile of his own, causing some elusive irritation in Ainz's mind to appear from observing the lackadaisical attitude, as if he hadn't been lying on the ground a few seconds ago.

"Ah, but if you've already decided to ask me any questions, I'd be happy to answer all of them!"

Looking at that smile for a moment, Ainz thought about the fact that the clues from this Merlin might not have been at all as reliable and true as Merlin's clues in Yggdrasil.


A few minutes later, Ainz and his Servants, except Ozymandias, who had followed Siduri in Gilgamesh's palace, followed Merlin into a nearby building that Merlin himself had called an 'embassy'. Though Ainz had no idea exactly what kind of function and 'embassy' still have in the effectively destroyed world, and settled to hear the details about this Singularity than what Gilgamesh had informed them.

Angrboda, sitting on Ainz's right hand, continued to glare at Merlin, as if not quite sure how she should treat the half-breed across from her. While the girls huddled on either side of Merlin, as they continued to glare at him, as if ready to deliver as much meanness as possible to their supposed ally and friend. Arthur and Jacques, however, were much calmer, sitting down on the remaining seats as they slowly sipped the strange local analog of tea, waiting for Merlin's story.

"So!" Merlin, after just barely waiting for anyone to get situated, spoke loudly, drawing attention to himself. He completely ignored the stares of the two girls who had been kicking him on the ground only ten minutes before, giving a wink at Ainz. "How can Brother Merlin help you this time?"

Ainz was embarrassed by such words, certainly not romantically, as he was just surprised by Merlin's strange manners, but he pulled himself together and started asking Merlin what he wanted to know. "We have already received information that Tiamat has consumed this world… But no other details, and if we want to even have a hope of fixing that, we would need more information."

"I would be very happy to share that with you, but I'm afraid I have much more information to go on other than what His Majesty has said." Merlin shrugged his shoulders as he said these words,

"Tiamat, the original mother of all life, perhaps the most powerful deity of ancient Babylonia and mother of all, has consumed the world with the darkness it spawns. A darkness that spawns millions of monsters every day that attack the city-states of Babylonia, each time these attacks are repulsed by the army led by the Gilgamesh's generals. All in all, this information pretty much summarizes the current situation."

At Alturia's glance, obviously expecting Merlin to tell not everything he knows, Merlin was silent for a second and then his face brightened as if he had just remembered another random interesting fact about the current situation."Oh yes, and there are two Goddesses within the state of Gilgamesh, Real Goddesses, Divine Spirit Core and all I mean…"

And then he stopped speaking, not divulging the identity of the Goddesses, something that is very important.

Really, this is now feeling like pulling teeth, with Merlin smiling like butter wouldn't melt on his lips. Ainz had to fight the instinct of just siccing Mashu and Alturia on Merlin again. Deciding to humor the man, Ainz continued to ask for clarification.

"Which goddesses?"

"The strong ones!" Merlin replied with his annoying smile, only correcting himself when Mashu summoned her shield, and glared at Merlin, promising only pain. "I mean former goddesses from the Alliance of the Three Goddesses!"

What! How is that information of any use!

"The Alliance of the Three Goddesses?" Ainz raised his eyebrow a little higher, feeling his blood begin to boil slowly, as he began silent casting some torture spell, or perhaps even allowing Alturia to use her spear.

Merlin, detecting the naked threat of brutal beating, continued with a small tinge of panic.

"Yes, there used to be the Alliance of the Three Goddesses in Babylonia, but it fell apart because one of the Goddesses turned out to be a Beast!" Merlin smiled even wider, knowing that while he seemingly was giving some information, it was in a way that would only create more questions and not actually give actionable intelligence.

Ainz, in response, slowly sucked in air, then exhaled slowly and glanced at Angrboda, who, glancing back, squinted at Merlin and licked her lips. "Come to think of it, half-breeds are pretty rare, I've never had the chance to taste one in all my long years of life…"

Merlin's smile faded a little after these words, losing its braggadocio gloss of a man satisfied with how his prank had gone so well, now realizing that the dog he was aggravating had slipped out of its leash. Turning his gaze to Angrboda, Merlin could see that she was completely serious.

"Mommy, don't joke like that, please! Otherwise, I'm getting really, really scared…"

"Mommy?" The single word, however, caused Ainz to raise a finger Merlin's way, a spell already prepared to be fired should Ainz want to, causing Merlin to freeze, as every instinct warned him that his life hangs in the balance. And only because if he didn't do so, Merlin would already be killed by Angrboda.

"Speak up." Ainz only needed to speak the two words to make Merlin nod his head up and down vigorously.

Angrboda was indeed the mother of monsters, and so very doting on her 'offsprings', and while being half monster, Merlin might be able to adopt such a title, Angrboda hadn't accepted him as her 'son'. And so, claiming such a title by calling Angrboda 'Mother', Merlin had stepped on a landmine, as he pretty much had insulted all of Angrboda's children indirectly.

Merlin looked at Ainz's fingers pointed at him, ready to use an appropriate spell that would kill him but not damage the surroundings, that's pretty rude after all. And with death so close by, this time his smile was tinged with genuine worry.

"Oops, ha ha, I think I accidentally said something wrong! Oh, my chatty tongue is always giving me trouble…"

Despite the joking tone and big smile on Merlin's face, his eyes flashed with deadly seriousness for a moment before he slowly and carefully controlled his movements. Reaching out his hand and stopping it a few centimeters away from Ainz' hands without touching them, he then lowered his hand and watched with obvious relief as Ainz also slowly lowered his hand.

Seeing that his joke had perhaps gone too far, this time Merlin talked with the appropriate amount of seriousness.

"Don't do that, please? My death could lead to various… Unintended consequences, and I think it would be very counterproductive for the saviors of the world, who have already dealt with six, or seven, Singularities in a row to doom it now…"

Ainz didn't even react to Merlin's words, without any further information from him, he already knew that Merlin knew far more about Chaldea than an outside observer would have guessed. So Ainz just looked into Merlin's eyes, expressionless, not giving the Wizard the opportunity to try to play on Ainz's nerves any further, especially given the futility of such a fact.

"How?" As in, how did he know about the information that is only known to Chaldea, how did he spy without getting caught by Ainz.

"Ah, that cute little beast, Fou… On Avalon, he was a much nicer and fluffier guy, but ever since I politely encouraged him to get acquainted with the world outside Avalon, he has deteriorated in the most disgusting way and has completely stopped paying attention to this big brother of humanity!" Merlin shook his head feigning distress as he exhaled, causing Ainz to think seriously about an extremely important question.

'Who is Fou?!' Ainz barely refrained from asking out loud and frowned, trying to recall a Servant with that name… Or maybe it was someone from the surviving staff of Chaldea? Ainz didn't socialize with them, and for the most part, they generally tried to stay as far away from Servants and magical affairs as possible, preferring to fill their time with work and socializing with each other. But Ainz had at least seen a couple of them in the corridors of Chaldea, hurrying about their business.

And none of them, as far as Ainz remembered, were named Fou… On the other hand, how would Ainz know that as a fact, given how Ainz himself barely remembered the names of the scientists and technicians he met?

Weird way for Merlin to describe the guy though, is it someone heavily bearded?

"Fou?! Little furry animal?!" Mashu's words caused a ping of thought to appear on the surface of Ainz's mind, it was another clue? Causing him to sink deep into his thoughts before he remembered that he had once seen a small chimera in Chaldea long ago, seemingly years ago now… After which it had fled and Ainz had not even remembered that it existed in the first place.

"Oh, he looks small and fluffy, but in reality, Cath Palug is a hideous Beast!" Merlin responded to Mashu's words with a smile and enthusiasm, as if he was only too happy to disrupt Mashu's perception of Fou before he frowned. "What else would you expect from a Beast, even if he failed to become one in reality…?"

"Cath Palug?!" This time it was Arthur that turned her gaze to Merlin, raising her eyebrows upwards. "The monstrous cat, a monster that devours armies!"

These words made Ainz recognize where he had heard the name before. A Cath Palug existed in YGGDRASIL, there's even a drop of it in Nazarick's treasury, his skin… Three copies of it, the last time he remembered seeing the list of items in the Treasury. Wasn't there someone that wanted to use it to make some kind of Armor, but didn't have time…? Peroroncino, perhaps?

"Yes, that's him!" Merlin smiled as he snapped his finger and pointed Arthur's way, the smile on his face a vicious one, the noise causing Ainz to snap out of his musings.

"And it was only thanks to the help of a nice and very humble magus of flowers, that Fou never became a Beast and therefore didn't quite become Cath Palug… Well, in that case wouldn't I be the most wonderful ally for all of humanity!"

"A Beast?" This time it was Angrboda that cast a suspicious glance at Merlin, her previous rage quickly forgotten… Well, not really, as she then threateningly and warningly ran her finger across the table, leaving a small but very noticeable scratch on the table with her fingernail.

"Certainly the Beast, the very cancer of civilization that the Heroic Spirits were created to destroy!" Merlin replied again with a big smile, as if speaking of common knowledge.

Ainz, in turn, also turned his gaze to Merlin and crossed his arms, unimpressed by how Merlin had once again diverted the conversation, making Merlin's smile to fade again for a moment. And then, with a fake cough, Merlin leaned back in his chair and resettled the conversation, adopting a serious outlook once again.

"Many people usually accuse me of being fond of confusing people and saying completely different things from what they want to hear. Of course I am completely blameless against such dirty insinuations! I assure you that I speak with exceptional clarity of mind and solely focus on the matter at hand…"

Seeing that another spell had appeared on Ainz's finger, Merlin hurried along and got to his point, finally.

Ainz could now understand why Alturia and Mashu had been kicking him like a rag doll, the only language that Merlin understands is violence.

"But if my current audience doesn't want to make small talk to the most trusted big brother in the whole world, then fine, I'll make an exception, just this once!" Merlin grinned, and clapped his hands together once more, loudly and jokingly.

"And I will begin my story with the creation of human civilization!"

A Fireball shouldn't kill him, right?
 
Chaldea and Staff: Translator to human language
Chaldea and Staff: Translator to human language

Of all the things in the world, Mozart loved music, good company, and relaxation the most, in that exact order. If one were to expand this list, it could include several more items, like movies, Marie Antoinette, or quality wine. In general, any good thing a person could enjoy.

The list of things Mozart loved after the first five was actually pretty fuzzy. If something was 'good' or 'exciting', then Mozart could enjoy it. A swim in the sea, a good meal, or even going to the theater, all is something he enjoyed.

Basically, Mozart could have enjoyed anything, the question was more about how exactly an event was experienced than what that event was.

On the other hand, the list of things Mozart disliked was much shorter and much less ambiguous; family drama, battles, and angry women.

It didn't matter exactly how these things transpired, Mozart simply could not like such events in any way.

So how exactly did Mozart end up in the middle of Mordred and Arthuria's as they got one of their almost routine spat now? Exactly all the things he hated, right in one place, joy.

Perhaps, there was a way that Mozart could launch into a lengthy account of his life and all the mistakes and events in the past that led him to his current situation… Or at least started the narrative with the words 'two hours earlier', but Mordred's blade whizzing two inches over Mozart's head put an end to such a decision.

Luckily for Mozart, Hector—a man born for the express purpose of turning his life into a cautionary lesson, ending with the words 'that's why you should never do what I did then', was also suffering at Mozart's side, blocking Mordred's attacks.

In addition, Mordred was also being held back by Cu Chulainn, the Celtic-born Caster had wisely kept far away from the two's drama, but as is fated to all Cu Chulainn, his luck betrayed him. Stopping by the training ground at the wrong time, he had been fighting for his life ever since.

On the other hand, he had come to the training ground to get some blood pumping through his veins by having a spar, so in a way, he had gotten the result he was hoping for. Not quite in the style he wanted, but still, his wish was practically fulfilled unchanged, unlike Hector and Mozart, who were involved in the fight against their will.

To the good fortune of all involved, Arthuria, who was looking at Mordred's temper tantrum as she swung her sword around, had not actually engaged her, simply continuing to watch the events unfold before her. To Mozart's and Hector's misfortune, however, she was also not involved in stopping Mordred's furious onslaught, leaving the three to fend off the results of her last night of love with her wife and her sister's magic.

"Father! Father! Father! Father!" Mordred, already entangled on all sides by the magecraft of Mozart and Cu Chulainn and held back by Hector's spear, nevertheless tried to move forward, looking at Arthuria with eyes that were equal parts full of fierce hatred, blind adoration, and desperate pleading. "Father, why?!"

To the dismay of Mordred, whose mind was currently buzzing with hundreds of thoughts, Arthuria only stared at Mordred's eyes disinterestedly before saying calmly. "It doesn't make sense to do so."

Hearing her words, Mordred, who was holding onto her emotions with all her might, paused for a moment as if she was physically struck dumb by her father's words.

Before, she let out something between an indignant howl and a wailing cry. She jerked back, breaking free of Hector's hold before rushing out of the training room, nearly knocking Cu Chulainn on his ass. With the storm that is Mordred gone, the three were able to fall on the floor, groaning as they groaned in unison.

"How many times has this happened?" After resting and getting their breath back for a few minutes, Mozart asked out loud to no one in particular, forcing Hector, as the only person who knew the story, to joylessly squeeze out the answer.

"It's the third time in two days…"

Eliciting a loud groan from the druid.

"Ugh, women… Don't tell the teacher I said that." Cu Chulainn complained from his position on the floor before raising his head slightly and looking indignantly at Arthuria, who just calmly looked at the damaged room.

"Now, will someone tell me why I'm once again involved in something I don't understand at the moment?" The druid loudly complained to the most normal looking of Servants, Hector, the reason why he was here in the first place.

"Hector?" Mozart looked at Hector, who only gave an answer in the form of a look towards Arthuria. Who, receiving the combined glares of the duo wanting answers, simply shrugged her shoulders in an almost human gesture. "I refused to train Mordred because she killed me."

Hearing these words, Mozart let out a groan, he was joined by Cu Chulainn and Hector, yet another series of family drama from King Arthur and his son… Given that they were both women, and also the son killed his father before ending up in Chaldea, the two of them under the same Master, perhaps it is to be expected.

But it's still tiring to be stuck in the middle of them.

Hector sighed loudly as he rose from the ground, dusting some dust off his pants, before glaring at Arthuria. "All right, I suppose it's not my place to judge who's right and who's wrong, that's entirely up to you two… But Arthuria, I can absolutely tell you that the frequency of your fights with Mordred has increased significantly over the past few days… Not that I'm prying into your personal affairs but…"

"I'm definitely not!" Cu Chulainn interjected. "Three times in the last two days I've been involved, against my will, mind you, in your personal family disputes! First in the cafeteria, then in the recreation area, and now! If I'm going to be involved in such matters, at least I deserve to know exactly what I'm suffering for!"

Mozart, not caring either way, simply glanced at Arthuria. He really doesn't want to stick his foot in the Pendragon family's personal problems, it being a combination of his most disliked things. But at least for his part in stopping the rampaging Mordred, he deserved some compensation!

Receiving an answer was the worst compensation Mozart himself could come up with, but at least it was still something!

Arthuria looked at the three pairs of eyes focusing on her, then glancing around as if considering whether or not she should answer such questions, with the three men debating whether to push the issue. Finally, she chose an answer and slowly sat down on the floor, disregarding royal etiquette with the three joining her in taking a seat on the floor.

Not that the Alter version of King Arthur cared about such trivialities.

Therefore, casting a glance at the men, Arthuria exhaled before saying slowly, "In the past Singularity… Camelot."

Mozart prepared himself to hear a piece of information about Arthuria and a new piece of gossip, but after saying that, Arthuria did not continue speaking, instead only looking calmly at the watchers.

"Okay, Camelot, makes sense…" Hector raised his voice, trying to get the words out of the girl.

"And… What next?"

Arthuria looked at Hector and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What next? As I said, I saw Camelot… And that's all."

Mozart looked at Arthuria and frowned for a moment before closing his eyes and trying to understand her words… Her one word answer.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Mozart was not gifted with the ability to read people's minds. However, despite the fact that Mozart himself considered himself a second-rate magus, one who could not have lasted three days in a Holy Grail War as a Master, he was still gifted in terms of music. So gifted, in fact, that it was noted even among his Skills that Mozart had the ability of absolute hearing, beyond that of humans.

And so, he could hear far more than humans could say, but Mozart could not hear what was not said.

Still, just from hearing someone speak, Mozart could infer some of the things that are left unsaid. He could hear exactly how it was said, and sometimes this information was quite enough to actually read the thoughts of the person speaking those words.

So for a moment, Mozart dissected Arthuria's words, trying to figure out exactly what she meant, what emotions she was feeling, with what kind of attitude she was talking about Mordred… And frowned a moment later.

Reading people's emotions was not a difficult endeavor in itself for Mozart, but such things required clarification in relation to the Alter versions of Servants. Many people were confused by the emotions of others even without the other person trying to hide it, let alone emotions altered by the Servant's new form and figure. A distortion of their true history, how could one gauge emotions then?

However, in this case, determining Arthuria's emotions was not difficult for Mozart, the latter did not hide her feelings at all, and despite the one word answer, Mozart had gathered a plethora of her true feelings.

Nostalgia, tinged in regret, and even something like empathy. Arthuria's emotions were faintly expressed in her voice, it was as if the changed King Arthur did not even try to convey them in her own words, but at the same time, she was not hiding them on purpose. Rather, Arthuria had simply assumed that her words would be understood in any case. Or, which was equally likely, she realized that her words would not be understood and did not intend to talk further in vain.

However, Mozart wasn't going to give up halfway through, and therefore helped to restore the full picture in his head before voicing it.

"After seeing Camelot, you were immersed in nostalgia, experienced emotions, and brought them with you back to Chaldea… Especially with regard to Mordred. Regrets about the past, dreams about the future, actions in the present…."

To Mozart's answer, Arthuria simply shook her head.

"I don't have regrets in terms of wishing to change a past fate, sometimes a sad event should only be accepted, and one should continue to move forward, rather than trying to change its outcome,"

Arthuria disputed Mozart's conclusion but reacted to his words with absolute calm, as if she had absolutely no emotion from Mozart's rather personal words to Arthuria, which she would have every reason to consider secret. Mozart could not find in her voice any shyness or displeasure at Mozart digging on such a sore spot.

Something which did not fit at all with his perception of her in Mozart's mind. She was usually a much colder and distant personality, one that would not countenance Mozart speaking about her personal life. A cold glare at least.

"Hmm, in that case, has the frequency of conflict with Mordred increased simply because… You've begun to socialize more often?" Mozart bit his tongue a little before hesitantly continuing his thought, as if he was testing the waters. It was, after all, quite the ridiculous thought to entertain for the typically taciturn Servant.

"Maybe even… On your own initiative?"

Such a question, Mozart thought, would likely have shortened his height by exactly one head in any other circumstances. And judging by the way the panicked looks his fellow male Servants gave him, he wasn't the only one thinking along similar lines.

Arthuria, however, only glanced at Mozart with a look that made him shiver reflexively… Before, she nodded faintly, thereby instantly confirming the thought that had barely had time to form in Mozart's head.

Arthuria did not react to the revealing of her character traits and her emotions because she had already made the decision to reveal them. And if Arthuria had made that decision, that means she had already revealed them…

If you think about it, it wouldn't have been a problem for Arthuria to interfere with Mordred's restraining, duty of the king and knightly honor and whatnot… However, she didn't do that. Mozart's initial thought that Arthuria had done it out of personal sympathy for Mordred, Mozart dismissed as completely untenable, but perhaps… Was he wrong with that line of thinking?

"Okay, let's say that answers the question of the increasing number of spats I find myself involved in, but it doesn't answer the question of why I find myself involved in those… Okay, right, my bad luck could probably explain that, but what exactly caused this recent spat? What seemed to piss off Mordred so much!?" Cu Chulainn spoke up, rising from his seat as story time seemed to have already ended before it could even start, and assuming a comparatively more respectable posture.

Even if the word 'comparative' was the key word in this case.

"What exactly did Mordred want to get from you this time?" Hector also rose to his feet, following after Caster, as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from behind his coat. Glancing at the people around him and finding that none of them seemed to mind his preferred method of impairing his health, lit one up and took a long drag.

Arthuria glanced at Cu Chulainn and Hector, and after a second of silence, answered their question honestly. As a king, she has no need for subterfuge.

"Mordred has asked me to begin training her."

"And?" Hector raised one eyebrow, taking another slow puff of his cigarette.

"I refused, of course." Arthuria answered calmly, and then, after a moment, made an important clarification. "Mordred has killed me in the past."

At her 'explanation', Cu Chulainn and Hector could only sigh in unison. There were few clearer and simpler, unambiguous in their interpretation, reasons to refuse help to someone than the reason that the asker had killed the one whom he asked for a favor. And, what was most unfortunate, was that there was hardly any way to resolve the problem of one person having killed a second person in the past.

No, perhaps the Holy Grail, or perhaps Ainz could provide a resolution to such a problem by altering the universe or time-traveling to a key moment. But, barring True Magic, the unknowable sinister powers of Ainz, and the raw power of the Grail, there was really no way in the world to 'fix' a past event. And it was unlikely that anyone could be just as easily persuaded to simply forget the fact their own murder had happened in the past and pretend it had never happened, much less someone as inflexible as Arthuria…

That last thought sliced through Mozart's perception, making him grasp onto a possibility for a moment.

Indeed, convincing Arthuria to forget the fact of her own death by Mordred's blade was almost impossible… However, in that case, how did Arthuria's previous words and actions fit in with that?

Hadn't Arthuria just said that it was her own personal will to seek contact with Mordred?

Mozart listened to the words spoken by Arthuria, trying to discern the nuances in the tones of her words.

Arthuria spoke of her death with a slight tinge of irritation and sadness, a perfectly ordinary and understandable reaction to hearing that someone had killed her in the past… And yet with a kind of ease, if not even… Respect?

"You… You're saying that even with Mordred killing you, it doesn't mean that you're angry with Mordred?" Mozart finally managed to piece together what info he could from Arthuria's words, then uttered it with almost disbelief at his own analysis.

"Rather… You find it praiseworthy?"

Hector cast an incredulous glance at Mozart, as if trying to ask him what he was smoking. Cu Chulainn showed an even more obvious reaction to Mozart's words, surreptitiously moving away from him, waiting for Arthuria's imminent retribution for his stupid words.

Arthuria, however, only faintly raised one eyebrow before nodding just as faintly, causing Mozart to close his eyes and sigh, feeling his head begin to ache even more as the situation cleared up. Contrary to the usual joy of completing a puzzle, instead it only brought more headache.

"So let me rephrase your words so that I can better understand it… 'She killed me' in this case means, 'I have nothing more to teach you,' right?" Mozart looked at Arthuria, inwardly even hoping that the cause of the fight that had happened was anything but the sheer obtuseness and unique way of thinking of the king, and how she expresses them.

Contrary to Mozart's hopes, however, Arthuria only frowned slightly as she looked at Mozart before clarifying. "I possess several unique abilities that Mordred does not. In theory, I could teach them to Mordred, but their effectiveness would be extremely low given the differences in our fighting styles… Barring that fact, however, yes, me giving any training to Mordred is useless. Like I said before, Mordred has killed me in the past. That means that our level is comparable, if not already equal… She would be better served looking for other teachers."

After saying the uncharacteristically long sentence, more words than Mozart had ever heard her speak, Arthuria let the rare emotion show on her face, a slight shadow of displeasure and bewilderment.

"Didn't I already say that? I thought that it was obvious? Mordred had already successfully killed me, so I can't train her in the future."

Mozart sucked in air through his nose and exhaled slowly.

Of course, if one even thought about the meaning behind Arthuria's words in a rather special way, it was possible that they could be interpreted that way. But no person in their right mind would take them that way!

Especially when considering that there was another, much more common interpretation of those words.

"And this is why I'm always getting roped into playing peacemaker?! Because the Alter-versions of kings can't speak a little more clearly?" Cu Chulainn let out a loud and long groan as he slumped to the ground, cursing his luck under his breath.

Hector, in turn, inhaled his cancer stick a lot more deeply, almost finishing it, dropping the ash on the ashtray that appeared as if from nowhere. He looked at Arthuria with an expression of joyless displeasure on his face, and then, swallowing the first unpleasant comment on his tongue along with the nicotine, spoke his opinion on the matter a little more diplomatically.

"Ah, ahem… I see… So why not communicate such information to other people, for example, Mordred herself, more openly and perhaps with some explanations? In the future?"

"Why?" The question from Arthuria stumped Hector momentarily, cutting his breath short, almost causing him to cough. What argument on his part could Hector even come up with for such a question!? Other than 'cause I say so' that wouldn't lead into a fight?

Mozart could hear perfectly, from the barely perceptible tinge of doubt in Arthuria's voice, that the problem was not that Arthuria did not realize that her words could be taken differently, but that she was not bothered by that fact. In all the 'fight' they had, Arthuria could probably overpower Mordred, and if not, Hector would help in that endeavor.

In other words, Arthuria wasn't bothered by the fact that Mordred could get out of control, misunderstand her words, or fall into madness. Instead of trying a new approach to solving the problem, Arthuria was the kind of person who saw only one possible way to solve a problem, and even if that approach didn't work, Arthuria, instead of changing her approach, tried again, believing that she couldn't solve the problem because she hadn't put enough effort into it last time.

In a way, this was even a positive feature of her existence, a rational mind, as any endeavor required confidence and total dedication. But if the initial approach to solving a problem was wrong, then all Arthuria could accomplish in this case was to keep banging her head into the wall until one of the two objects she was hitting cracked. Either the wall or her head, and she has a remarkably hard head.

Considering that the metaphorical 'wall' in this case was Mordred, a Servant who is half full of hatred for Arthuria and half of blind adoration, a cracked 'wall' didn't suggest anything good either.

"Mhm, and you don't want to tell Mordred about it because—" Cu Chulainn, not privy to the mysteries of the human words like Mozart and not having Hector's experience, asked.

"What!? It's a legitimate question!"

Arthuria glanced at Cu Chulainn at this question, as if with her whole being trying to convey to him the idea that his remark was meaningless, before answering him any way. To the great surprise of Mozart, who had pegged the king in one hole, only to find that he was wrong.

"Because she has declared herself my heir. If she is incapable of understanding the thinking of a king, then she is not one—which means there is no need for me to consort with a liar."

Again, it took the great experience of Hector, and Mozart's almost cheat-like abilities to hear to understand what the King meant. Caster, of course, missed it entirely.

"But you do want to communicate with Mordred, don't you?" Hector tried to make Arthuria clarify her intention, causing her to hesitate for a moment and then nod, barely perceptibly, so imperceptibly that it couldn't even be seen with the naked eye. Even Mozart, who could understand that Arthuria nodded at Hector's question, it was only because he heard the barely perceptible wavering of the air as Arthuria's head moved.

After hearing this, Mozart pressed his lips together, trying to find an answer in his head to the question of 'What was to be done in such a case?'.

If Ainz were involved right now, he, with his inhuman grace, would surely be able to solve the problem in front of him with a snap of his fingers. Unfortunately, however, the three men sitting in front of Arthuria did not possess such incredible abilities to solve all the problems in the world and create miracles.

And therefore, they fell silent, trying to think of what exactly they could say or do to solve the case of two people who seemed to be dead set on having communication problems.

To advise Arthuria to consult a family therapist, perhaps?

The idea was not without a grain of logic to them, but it was difficult to imagine Arthuria revealing the depths of her soul lying on a leather couch, even for Servants with the most developed imagination. Especially considering that Arthuria herself was clearly not seeking a solution to her problem—nor did she see it as a problem at all.

Not that Chaldea has a therapist on staff… Probably because the Magi that were supposed to staff Chaldea would sooner destroy their own Magic Crest than ever admit that they have a problem.

Maybe she could try to explain the current situation to Mordred? Perhaps the Berserker, walking around as a Saber class Servant, might even listen to what she was told… There's also a small possibility that pigs would grow wings.

She was much more likely to attack the first person she came across, even suggesting such a thing. Half in rage, half in joy, moving rapidly from 'How dare you make fun of me!' to 'I'll kill you at the mere mention of my Father!'.

The three men looked at each other, coming to the same conclusion, before crossing their gazes again at Arthuria, who, if she was interested in the Servants' reasoning, was clearly not acting like she does.

Of all the options, perhaps Mozart could think of only one that even had an infinitesimally small chance of success.

And at the same time, Mozart definitely knew that this particular option was the most unpleasant in terms of its realization. At the very least, because it required the involvement of an outsider in the tangled relationships within the Pendragon family.

A translator from Arthuria's language to human language.

It required constant presence around Arthuria and Mordred, which in itself was an extremely unpleasant endeavor given the need to be near the two women, during their rather private moments. It required the Servant acting as a constant busybody, and, most importantly, it required an understanding of Arthuria's thinking.

An ability that was definitely in short supply in Chaldea.

This Servant had to sacrifice himself to be a guide dog for Arthuria, given her absolute blindness to all social norms… And, most importantly, able and willing to endure a failed attempt to translate Arthuria's thoughts into human language if necessary.

In other words, durable enough to survive an Excalibur blast or three.

Mozart, having come to this conclusion, sighed, before raising his gaze to Hector…

Only to find a smoldering cigarette butt in an ashtray that had taken the spot where Hector had been a short time ago.

Apparently, Hector had come to the same conclusions as Mozart, but demonstrating his mastery of 'tactics' he chose the most effective one at the moment, and fled away, leaving Arthuria with the only Mozart and Cu.

Somehow bypassing his hearing, moving without the barest hint of a sound, something that Mozart had thought impossible… But, there was something more important than the fact that Hector had just struck Mozart's identity, his continued survival.

Mozart glanced at Cu Chulainn, without much hope in his eyes, expecting an empty spot, however, he found a Caster staring at him back with a look of incomprehension… Ah, it seems that he hadn't cottoned on to the 'plan' yet, he could still escape.

"Mozart," Arthuria's words, however, pinned the Musician to his seat, causing him to turn around to the Alter version of King Arthur. "Hector said you've found a solution?"

Mozart, hearing his sentence being passed, inwardly cursed Hector, then sighed. After all, it wasn't like Mozart had much of a life, Chaldea's activities hadn't really interested him much, and playing his music without an audience had bored him somewhat… At least watching the Pendragon family drama could throw Mozart some interesting rumors to amuse himself further?

If he survived the aforementioned and inevitable conflict, of course, given Mordred's predilection of masking her embarrassment, or any other emotion really, with violence.

But that didn't mean that Mozart would abruptly forget about Hector's betrayal however!

"The plan… is that in the next couple of meetings you have with Mordred, I will be with you in order to… Ahem… Adjust your conversation…" After a moment, an idea suddenly caused Mozart's emotion to suddenly brighten. An idea that would put him far away enough from any brewing conflict.

"As a speechwriter! Yes! Such people are necessary for persons of high status, right?"

Arthuria raised one delicate eyebrow and thought about it for a moment before nodding slowly, looking at Mozart with a look of disbelief imprinted even on her normally stony face.

"Do you think it's necessary to meet with Mordred? With you around?"

"To keep the Chaldea topography intact, yes," Mozart exhaled a little sadly. "Communicating with Mordred… I realize that your desire comes from the depths of your soul and is generally good news, but I'm not sure that Mordred… Will be able to take your message correctly."

The main point of Mozart's words was to divert the topic away from Arthuria's inability to communicate with people and to shift the responsibility for her communication problems onto Mordred… Especially since Mordred really wasn't a model of prudence either.

Arthuria thought about it for a moment, but after a few seconds, she nodded slowly, "Good… At least you shouldn't give up on something you haven't tried yet."

To summarize these words perfectly, a voice echoed through Chaldea, making Mozart realize that his services would clearly be needed sooner than he had hoped, "Father! Father! Father! I demand your recognition!"

Sighing, Mozart rose from his seat after Arthuria, turning his gaze to the door.

"I hope you know exactly what you're doing. I won't get involved in other people's fights beyond my own will!" Cu Chulainn managed to exhale a sigh of relief…

Before running into Mozart's gaze, smiling at him with such a friendly smile that Cu Chulainn himself instantly sensed the impending, imminent danger to his hide.

"Arthuria, I think I absolutely need Cu Chulainn in order to… Solve this problem of Mordred."

Mozart glanced meaningfully at Cu Chulainn, and he wasn't even particularly lying in that regard.

Indeed, given the Pendragon family's potential for destruction as a result of a bad dialogue, the extra insurance of an extra Caster was paramount.

Cu Chulainn, momentarily paling, shifted his gaze to Arthuria, who simply shrugged, his fate was sealed. "If necessary."

Mozart, in return, only smiled, making Cu Chulainn curse all the gods and all the other luckier bastards on the Throne of Heroes.

If only he had a little more luck with his Luck score!
 
Chapter 151: Merlin's Speech New
Chapter 151: Merlin's Speech

"What? The story should start with that information!" Merlin resented the almost natural glare thrown at him, retaining only part of his perennial buffoonery even so, perhaps not even willingly, but only because that was his nature. "You can't talk about the Beasts without mentioning the development of human civilization! The Beasts are a product of human civilization!"

Ainz looked at Merlin and was silent for a moment, trying to figure out if he was being serious or if he was once again trying to confuse him. Before concluding that, he couldn't determine such a thing for sure either way. However, he could still put pressure on Merlin, and if he was telling the truth, then there was no point in Merlin worrying about that pressure anyway. No hand done.

So Ainz raised his hand very visibly and distinctly before placing it on the table, as if he was a second away from directing some kind of spell at Merlin. Merlin, after observing such a picture, moved slightly to the side, his smile dimming slightly, but it didn't affect his rhythm too much, instead choosing to move on with his story.

"Anyway, the Beasts! Right, so the Beasts are a product of human civilization, and… It's like cancer." Merlin looked around at the Servants to see if they understood his explanation before turning his gaze to Ainz.

"Cancer is neither good nor bad in itself; it is not sapient enough to be so. Cancer is bad for the people experiencing its effects, but in essence, it is simply the natural progression of human life, of the body. It is something embedded in the genes of the cells themselves, they are able to divide, they are able to mutate, they are able to become unaccountable to the body and go beyond its control. Beyond what the body has designed for them. From the point of view of the organism, in this case, they become an absolute evil; from the point of view of the human being, cancer is a disease, an enemy that destroys the whole. But from the point of view of cancer, it is no such thing, it is simply a consequence of the existence of the organism itself."

Taking a deep breath after the long sentence he had just uttered, Merlin took a posture, raising his hand.

"So the Beasts, the Evil of Mankind," Merlin raised his hand, then tried to smooth a lock of his uncontrollable hair as if he were talking about something completely abstract and unemotional, some random historical fact.

"They are not Evil in and of themselves; they are the Evil of Mankind. In other words, they are the ultimate evil to humanity, but should we take them outside the human paradigm? First, they would cease to be evil. In the second place, they cannot exist, just as cancer cannot exist outside the body."

"Human civilization, after all, is built of many agreements and contradictions, of many vulnerabilities, be it the distribution of benefits, the institutionalization of violence, the hierarchy of control, the stratification of society… In other words, cancer, the Beasts, have been in human civilization itself since its inception," Merlin smiled, looking into Ainz's eyes.

"And the Evil of Humanity can always break free as the embodiment of these contradictions, if you just put a little pressure on one of these sides."

Smiling softly as if he was remembering something pleasant, Merlin continued on.

"There are seven positions of the Beasts generated by human civilization. Seven, like the standard Servant classes… But I'm getting a little ahead of myself there." Merlin hummed, clearly pleased with the opportunity to demonstrate his storytelling skills.

"The Beasts themselves are not fixed beings. Rather, they are forms—or containers—like Servants. Different beings can occupy the Beast positions… But unlike the Servant classes, the conditions for taking a Beast position are much stricter. And so, naturally, the number of beings who can take a Beast position is much smaller than the number of beings who can take a Servant position. So, on the other hand, we can consider that Beast positions are actually defined for a narrow range of possible candidates. There are not many beings in the world who embody Nature, Beast, Cancer of Civilization, and Solitude at the same time, while possessing the power beyond the divine to take the position of a Beast II, for example. Unfortunately, Tiamat is one of those who fits all of those conditions."

Hearing the name of the Dragon once again, Ainz took note of the fact that he would probably have a tough fight ahead, if this Tiamat is just as strong as the one in YGGDRASIL. And just hearing Merlin tell the story of the Beasts, that would be very likely… 7 of them, huh?

"Mhm, as for Tiamat herself—I think that would also require some explanation of the situation… Though in a way, I'm sure that name is not new to you," Merlin glanced at Ainz as if trying to get some sort of reaction from him, but Ainz, still undecided whether Merlin was primarily an ally or a danger, only tilted his head slightly to the side, saying nothing, making Merlin himself cough in embarrassment.

"Tiamat, the original Mother Goddess in the mythology of Uruk, is said to have mixed her waters' with Abzu and brought forth the world, giving rise to all things and all gods, until the god Marduk killed her and from her body created heaven and earth. Even the people of the Ancient Ages themselves did not consider her a deity, but a natural element, separating her from the 'ordinary' gods… In reality, however, the situation with Tiamat is even more complicated than can be understood from these myths."

Hoh, lore detail, huh? Tabula would have loved to hear this.

"Tiamat can be considered a living thing in the sense that an anthill can be considered an ant," Merlin looked up, nodding to himself, clearly pleased with his analogy.

"Tiamat did indeed give birth to all things. To be more precise, she gave everything such a form that for the first time it could be considered 'alive'. It should be realized by correlating the Age of the Gods, and even the Age before the Gods that Tiamat was one of the first beings of Earth… Trying to tell of her history would be… incredibly difficult to say the least, but to make things brief, Tiamat is indeed the mother of all things. Or rather, a divine ark capable of endlessly spawning all things, the black slime spreading around all the fenced cities is simply a manifestation of that fact. As is with the endlessly spawning monsters."

Merlin then turned to look at the distant broiling black sea, filled with life, and at the unending monsters his eyes could see.

"Spawning all those thousands, millions of monsters is no effort at all for Tiamat. Indeed, they are spawned not so much by Tiamat's effort or desire, but by the simple fact of her existence. It only takes a small amount of effort for Tiamat to completely cover the entire planet with billions of species and hundreds of billions of monsters. Without any exaggeration, Tiamat is the absolute mother of monsters…" After these words, Merlin glanced at Angrboda and smiled apologetically at her, tilting his head down a little, like a misbehaving child who said something in front of his parents that he definitely shouldn't have said.

Ainz himself glanced at Angrboda to see her reaction, and noticed the deep wrinkle on her forehead. It was as if Angrboda herself was thinking on how exactly she should react to Merlin's words. Should she try to challenge Tiamat for the title of 'mother of monsters' or to try to find a connection with her 'sister'?

Her 'sister' killing all of Humanity notwithstanding.

Turning back to Merlin, however, Ainz raised another eyebrow. Merlin's story was definitely starting to drag on. While Ainz had gained a lot of important theoretical information, he still hadn't come close to solving the main problem, causing Merlin himself to cough slightly in embarrassment before continuing to speak.

"When Tiamat gave birth to all living things, those 'living things' were grateful to her… However, in the end, that was Tiamat's role. As a great mother, her nature was to give life to everything, infinitely. However, her children, spawned by her, ultimately feared Tiamat herself. Her function was to 'generate life,' not to 'direct life' or 'stop after she had generated enough life.' Eventually a great problem arose, would Tiamat give birth to those who would eventually conflict with humanity or the newborn gods? What would happen if one day she spawned a new species that would take humanity's place? Or, much more simply, what if, in her quest to create life, she decides to act personally? After all, Tiamat is indescribably powerful, even the gods were generated by her purely as an 'accident' in her unstoppable process of generating life. All she had to do was simply swipe her hand and all of humanity, all of the gods of this world, would be destroyed. Such a possibility could not but cause doubt and fear among men and gods."

Ainz could definitely see it, humans and Gods alike acting rashly when put under such a Sword of Damocles.

"And so the gods acted. Marduk defeated Tiamat and overthrew her. True, he did not create heaven and earth from her body, Tiamat has no direct relation to their appearance, besides, Marduk defeated her, not killed her. Tiamat, after all, was the mother of all life with no direct understanding of the actions committed by Marduk, or understanding of the concept of betrayal and war, and so Tiamat was defeated and sealed. To destroy a being like Tiamat… Granted, it is theoretically possible, but even if it is possible, it is undoubtedly unnecessary. Perhaps she was too dangerous to let free to create endlessly, but the world could use a creature capable of recreating all life on Earth if necessary, couldn't it?" Merlin tried to make a joke out of the rather grim story, but noticing how Ainz was slowly frowning, waiting for the transition from the theory to the current situation of the Singularity, he hurried to continue.

"Tiamat was thrown down to the very depths of Tartarus, literally, she was chained, sealed under all worlds, including the world of the dead, and into the absolute Abyss, where it comes in contact with the World of Imaginary Numbers…."

Before, Merlin was interrupted by Mashu's loud gasp.

"So Tiamat is near the Ocean of Imaginary Numbers?! I know that some powerful magi can use those in their magecraft, but is it a physical place?" Mashu raised her voice, surprised by such information."

"Oh, yes, definitely!" Merlin was momentarily distracted by the new topic. Then, hearing the slight clinking of the blade in Arthur's scabbard, which seemed to have 'accidentally' been moved, when Merlin was starting on a tangent, returned back to the previous, more important topic.

"Ah yes, what was I talking about!? Right! Anyway, Tiamat was sealed in the deepest depths of the Abyss and plunged into a coma-like state. Not quite sleeping, but not waking either, more like a deep slumber in which dreams are perceived by the brain at the same time as the surrounding reality, confusing consciousness and impairing judgment… And this was the state she had been in all this time. Or rather, she should have been. Sealed at the very edge of what could be called reality, Tiamat should have been in her eternal slumber…"

And once again, Merlin's explanation was interrupted, this time by Jacques.

"I wouldn't be too quick to call her dwelling place the 'very' border of reality," Jacques raised her voice, causing Merlin to be distracted again.

"The Outer Gods don't count! They exist on the border of a different kind of reality! The Outer Gods exist in a reality so fundamentally different to the human environment that we can't even call them dwellers 'in reality', while Tiamat exists in a reality in which there are in fact no laws at all, no reality factor in itself, and so we can say that she exists 'on the very edge of reality'." Merlin started going on another tangent again as he refuted Jacques, until Alturia put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it with enough force to crumble concrete blocks, causing Merlin himself to let out a momentary cry of complaint.

"It's not my fault that I'm constantly being asked other questions and given other topics to talk about!"

Alturia held her hand on Merlin's shoulder for another dozen seconds as a warning before releasing it, causing him to grimace and swipe his shoulder a few times, worried about a bruise forming. When he was about to complain about the rough handling of a Caster from a Saber, he hurried to continue his explanation when Alturia started cracking her fists.

"Anyway, Tiamat was stuck dreaming, and everything was fine, she was supposed to stay dreaming for eternity… But then the biggest thing that had happened in the last… At least a few thousand years? Happened."

"The Singularity?" Mashu looked at Merlin carefully, causing him to instantly drop his pitiful expression and smiled, raising his finger up in an instructive manner as he spoke in a mentor-like tone chiding a student that had given a wrong answer.

"No, the thing that caused all the Singularities. The burning of humanity!"

Despite her cheery tone of voice, the topic was definitely a serious matter, as Ainz would instinctively lean closer. The objective of his mission to save Humanity.

"To be even more precise, the main cause of this Burning is the one who calls himself the Grand Caster, Solomon." Merlin raised his finger in an instructive manner.

"In all the previous Singularities that you had faced, the Grails that were placed, in the end, were placed by his Demon Kings. Those Singularities may have served a purpose, but in the end, they were nothing of significance in the grand scheme of things. After all, all previous Singularities had been spawned by the Grand Caster's creation, which meant that, theoretically, there was nothing stopping him from spawning five or ten or even a hundred more of them. The loss of the past Singularities may have been an unpleasant surprise to him, but nothing more… In this Singularity, however, the Grand Caster had handed the Grail personally." Merlin smiled a radiant smile, as if he had solved some mystery of the universe.

"With the destruction of humanity and the birth of this Singularity, Tiamat was given the opportunity, the 'qualification' to become Beast II… But that doesn't mean she became one. See? I am getting to the current situation after all!" Merlin immediately took the opportunity to protect himself from further physical and mental abuse, as if by saying this, he had simultaneously repelled all possible claims of laziness against himself.

"The situation of the current Singularity! Originally, Gilgamesh in this Singularity was a living man, a living king… As were all the inhabitants of the surrounding cities. His Majesty, Gilgamesh, after all, rightfully bears the title of Sage King and the greatest hero of the Throne of Heroes. Even while alive, he is as good as the Servants of the Throne of Heroes, and so with his foresight, he was able to foresee what would happen in the future, and so he prepared for the awakening of Tiamat. He had prepared his cities, his armies, and had created great walls capable of stopping the Black Sea around selected cities, even summoned Servants to command his armies on the battlefield… Meanwhile, the Grand Caster tried to awaken Tiamat and-" Merlin paused for a long moment before he smiled and leaned back in his chair with his chin up.

"He failed, thanks to this charming older brother of all mankind!" Merlin loudly, and proudly, proclaimed.

"Merlin…" Alturia, not believing for a second that Merlin had actually executed his plan in the simple way he had mentioned, furrowed her eyebrows, causing Merlin to look away slightly, showing that his story was still not finished. "What?! I didn't tell a single lie, I actually did manage to hold Tiamat back from awakening! Maybe the story has a couple of unimportant details left out, but…"

Ainz, irritated by Merlin's antics, which had ended his story just as he was getting to answering his question about the current situation in the Singularity, spoke his next words coldly. "Merlin, if you'll allow me to say so, I must say that all this time you've not only been wary of me, but you've also done your best to avoid touching my body in any way… Tell me, is this something I should be thinking about?"

Merlin, upon hearing these words, once again dropped the jester's grin from his face for a brief moment, gazing into Ainz's eyes, as if to make a billion sparks of the strangest thoughts slip through his mind before he exhaled and sank his head.

"The original Servant summoning ritual, in its first version, was a ritual to summon the seven classes of Servants to destroy these Beasts and was, in fact, born of Humanity itself, its incarnation, Alaya, to protect humanity. The Throne of Heroes, serving as a common accumulative database, was to provide the best of the best Servants to solve whatever issue threatens Humanity. Seven of them, selected as the absolute best of their Classes, were to take the place of the Grand Servants, Servants specifically created to destroy the Seven Beasts… It was only later that humans, having discovered the already existing ritual, took advantage of it for their own purposes and organized Holy Grail Wars. Summoning Servants suitable for certain classes to fight their battles. But, the original ritual, the Seven Grand Servants, never disappeared. The Seven Grand Servants confronting the Seven Beasts were originally created by Alaya, the embodiment of Humanity, and thus their level relative to ordinary Servants, even the most powerful of Servants, is incomparable. Even Divine Spirits are mere minnows in the eyes of the Seven Grand Servants…"

Ainz nodded, satisfied by gaining some important information that would definitely prove useful in the future.

"However, along with such power, the title of Grand Servant does impose certain limitations on its bearer, which is why the Grand Caster was unable to awaken Tiamat directly."

Merlin looked up at Ainz after a few seconds of looking at the table beneath him, without a joking smirk on his face, "Instead, he found a creature… Not quite a goddess, and not quite a demon either, but something in between and much more than either of those parts, and forcibly, with the help of the Grail, gave her a small part of Tiamat's abilities, linking her to Tiamat herself. Then, manipulating this puppet goddess, the Grand Caster resurrected Enkidu. Now named Kingu, not that it means anything."

"Enkidu?!" Mashu's eyes lit up with excitement for a moment, preparing to spew out a dozen facts about the named Servant before realizing something and sinking back into her seat. "Though, yes, of course, if Gilgamesh is currently in Babylonia, then naturally Enkidu is here as well."

'No, Mashu, wait, give me some facts about Enkidu that everyone else knows! Because I don't know them!' Ainz inwardly screamed to Mashu, having no idea who this Enkidu was supposed to be, other than the fact that it was the name of the spear of one of YGGDRASIL's top players. But it was unlikely that the Enkidu of this world was a spear, this one was a living being at all!

To Ainz's relief, Arthur looked up at Merlin and raised one eyebrow as she questioned Merlin, causing Ainz to internally applaud her. "Enkidu?"

"A divine puppet, the strongest weapon of the gods of ancient Mesopotamia. Created from divine clay, he was a formless monster born to punish the rebelling Gilgamesh and bring him back under the control of the gods. Unfortunately for the gods, Enkidu, after descending to earth, gained reason, free will, a human form, and even a semblance of emotion. And so in the end, after a battle with Gilgamesh that ended in a draw, Enkidu came to Gilgamesh's side and became his faithful companion, performing many heroic feats, subduing many monsters, and even destroying the monstrous divine bull Gugalanna. The latter unfortunately led to one useless goddess accusing Enkidu of committing a grave sin, and the gods cut his thread using the divine laws built into his body as a creation of the gods, and Enkidu died." Merlin's explanation made Ainz barely refrain from giving a thumbs up in approval to Arthur's question, not that it had revealed much. But something is better than nothing.

Before long, Merlin regained some of his exuberance, demonstrating that there were few things in the world that could permanently and completely restore seriousness to his demeanor. "But I'm afraid His Majesty won't be too pleased with my more detailed explanations of Enkidu's identity and his history with Gilgamesh himself. Besides, a little earlier I was asked not to go further on the tangents, so I will return to explaining the current situation!"

Ainz almost wanted to throttle the annoying mage, but stopped himself at the last second.

"Besides, he's already dead anyway, and then he was resurrected by Tiamat as Kingu, and now he's dead again. So no need to worry about that guy." Merlin said in an even tone of voice, as if speaking about some old news rather than something important.

"Anyway, the Grand Caster couldn't turn Tiamat into the Beast directly, so he used this not quite goddess and not quite demon to resurrect Enkidu in the form of Kingu as her lieutenant, but the Grand Caster used his influence over the Holy Grail in her body to shift Kingu's priorities from serving the goddess to serving Tiamat. Kingu in turn acted on his own and organized the 'Alliance of the Three Goddesses'. Officially it sounded like an agreement between three different goddesses, including the one associated with Tiamat, to destroy Gilgamesh. But in reality, he used that to plan the death of the goddess associated with Tiamat. After all, that one was connected to Tiamat, and what better remedy to wake up to than feeling the death of a part of the whole connected to you?"

Seeing his joke fall flat, Merlin continued after faking a cough.

"After the death of the goddess and the collapse of the Alliance, Kingu began the awakening of Tiamat, then used the Grail to go directly to Tiamat, planning to finally free her from her bonds in the Abyss using the power of the Holy Grail, but to his surprise he was betrayed." Merlin shrugged before continuing.

"Despite the fact that Kingu was completely loyal to Tiamat, in the end he was not a creation of Tiamat, but of the Grand Caster who instilled this loyalty in him without binding him to Tiamat herself, which meant that Tiamat did not even know that Kingu was her child."

Pausing for a moment, Merlin then posed to show himself off gloriously.

"And at that moment, this luminous and dazzling big brother of humanity came into play!" Merlin unashamedly poked himself in the chest with his thumb, as if to ask, 'what did you think, of course it was me!'

"His Majesty had summoned me a little earlier, and I am, after all, Merlin, a magus of flowers and also of dreams! So while Tiamat, let's call it, was 'stirring' in her sleep, having already become Beast II, but never fully released from the Abyss, after the death of the false goddess and before the Grail could awaken her fully… I enlisted the help of a nice young girl and put her to sleep again! Whoah!"

Dodging the flash of Rhongomyniad deftly, Merlin took an apologizing posture as he dodged blows after blows from Arthur. It seems the last bit had heckled Alturia badly.

"Alturia, don't give me that wolfish look, it was necessary then, it was necessary now! By the way, the fact that the world wasn't completely destroyed is to my credit as well! I used the arsenal I had on hand, and before Kingu could deliver the Grail directly to Tiamat, I turned the Grand Caster's plan against him." Merlin pouted as he delivered the report.

"Technically speaking, the slain goddess wasn't exactly dead, as death would have simply severed the connection to Tiamat. Instead, Tiamat absorbed her at the moment of her death and retained some part of her that could still be called that goddess. After all, that is the function of Tiamat, as a perfect ark, she possesses, shall we say, the recorded form of all living organisms within her, so some part of the Goddess was originally within Tiamat. That was the basis of the original connection between that Goddess and Tiamat that the Grand Caster had made use of in the first place. And after the Goddess was absorbed, that part remained inside Tiamat herself."

Ainz had to admit to himself, he had no idea what the magus was talking about now.

"And I, taking advantage of a special condition that existed between the young girl and the Goddess, organized… let's call it a small 'stimulus'". Merlin seemed almost entranced by his own voice and his own plan, by the way he was able to cleverly turn Grand Caster's machinations against himself. The narcissist was enjoying the chance to crow about his achievements.

"And as a result of this small 'stimulus', I was able to make Tiamat 'wiggle' in the direction I wanted, like someone trying to ward off a fly in a dream… except that in this case, the flickering of the arm is multiplied by Tiamat's own abilities and incredible strength. And Tiamat oh so carelessly struck directly at the Grail-wielding Kingu… To be more accurate, she missed by about ten thousand kilometers, but what does that matter to a creature capable of destroying the planet? Kingu was practically erased from existence, well, he definitely did when Tiamat consumed him under the tides of her Black Sea."

Imagining such a level of destruction, Ainz could only nod, comparing them to the knowledge he had about YGGDRASIL.

"It was nothing more than an irritation to the great mother, Tiamat. Like those nasty little crumbs in the bed that are incapable of harming a person in any way, but are terribly annoying and keep them awake. Considering that, I used my powers to keep Tiamat from fully waking up…"

Merlin finished his thought with a shrug, as if to say, 'You know what I mean,'.

"In the end, the end result was what you saw around the walls of the city that irritated Tiamat. Tiamat's endless sea of black, the primordial soup, the building blocks for all living things, had consumed the entire world… Tiamat's irritation caused her to unconsciously cover the surface of the planet with this black sea and absorb Kingu's dead body, after which…"

Merlin shrugged once again, as if to put a bold end to it. "Well, that was it, after that, is what you see. The world was flooded with black slime, humanity was walled in, and His Majesty was watching humanity as it was slowly consumed. End of story, except, in fact, for your appearance in this Singularity. Questions, doubts, wishes?"

Alturia's face lit with curiosity. "Your knowledge of Chaldea, your nature, Gilgamesh's plans, the Grand Caster's nature, that is what I want to know… But I'll ask the most important one for now, the fact that Tiamat continues to produce this black slime means that this 'stimulus' you created continues to affect her?"

"That's right," Merlin nodded clearly and with a cheeky grin.

"Tiamat cannot escape to reality without the power of the Grail, and the absence of the Grail's power is ensured by the fact that Kingu is consumed by the black slime. If this distraction I've made ever ceased even for a moment? Kingu will be able to break out of his trap and reach Tiamat. In fact, this should also answer the question 'what are Gilgamesh's plans'."

Ainz's ears perked up, before he had to sigh in disappointment.

"Strictly speaking, there is none. To be more specific, my interference with Tiamat's condition has provided a controlled kind of irritation, manifesting in the black sea and the hundreds of thousands of monsters it creates every day, battering the walls of the cities. Gilgamesh and his armies have long since adapted to this reality, so Gilgamesh's plan is quite extensive and quite simple. Ensure the survival of human civilization before slowly building up a reserve that would promote the birth of new heroes, even new gods. The current Gilgamesh is somewhat less adamant about those, especially those that would be born according to his plans. To introduce all the necessary methods of development and discovery into human history and slowly, inch by inch, reclaim the world from Tiamat. I am, after all, immortal, and therefore can contain her virtually indefinitely, and despite the fact that Tiamat is an indestructible source of mana and the perfect ark for all living forms, time is on the side of humanity. After all, Tiamat may be a mother, but in her current state, having become Beast II, Tiamat is completely irrational. She will send the same horde of monsters spawned every day, while humans are able to increase in numbers, become stronger, and spawn gods. In other words, while Tiamat stagnates, humanity would get stronger and stronger."

Ainz had to admit that he liked a plan where victory was assured in only a matter of time… Though something was definitely niggling his mind as he heard that plan.

"I won't say it's the fastest of plans, but it's definitely the most logical and reliable plan at this point."

Ainz thought about something for a moment before opening his mouth to ask a question. "And the black slime… You used the word 'absorbed' when you discussed Kingu's fate. What does that mean in this sense? What is Tiamat's black slime itself?"

"The black slime, hmm…?" Merlin mused. "I suppose you could say it is a manifestation of her control, her nature as the Beast II. Servants gain skills and Noble Phantasms. Gods gain control of the natural elements and domain over their area of control. And Beasts receive Beast Authority, a kind of manifestation of their nature and status. In Tiamat's case, this manifestation took the form of this black slime. In a sense, it can be considered part of Tiamat herself, but in the sense that the Noble Phantasm is part of the Servant. I mean, it is certainly an integral part of the Servant itself, but not in the sense that it can be called 'part of the body'. For a Beast, however, it is."

Merlin shrugged, having reached for the simplest explanation. "And given the nature of Tiamat's physical manifestation of her status as Beasts, the black slime… In fact, they are the building blocks of all life, but distorted by Tiamat's nature they could rather be called 'an amorphous mass of magical bio-nanorobots'. It is a mass that instantly absorbs everything that can be considered 'living' and transforms it in Tiamat's own image, rejecting all possible life based on Tiamat herself as the original mother. After all, if all living things derive from Tiamat, doesn't she have the right of absolute control over all that derives from her? The short description for this phenomenon is Nega. The specific name for this case is Nega-Genesis, the perfect power of the mother over her offspring, the complete negation of the idea of evolution and development."

Cool name, but Ainz had no idea what Merlin was talking about… Can't he talk in simple words!?

"For most purposes, this means that touching this slime means that whatever had touched it would break it down into their smallest constituent parts before turning into the same black slime to serve as building material for new monsters. This process applies to humans, Servants, and Gods… Maybe when it touches a completely alien mass… Who knows what would happen." Merlin cast a glance at Arthur, Angrboda, Ainz, and then Jacques before returning his attention back fully to Ainz.

"After all, as long as something is considered 'alive,' exposure to Tiamat's black slime would have a conceptual effect on them. It may not be able to disintegrate the person who came into contact with it, but in that case, it will use its slime to take control of the body that came into contact with it. I didn't mention 'bio-nanorobots' for nothing. You can think of it as a process of assimilation, or directed evolution changing the flesh according to a new design, or failing that, taking over the mind, soul and body, tweaking those according to Tiamat's vision. But, as long as something is 'alive,' Tiamat has control over that."

"What about Enkidu then… I mean Kingu?" Mashu asked the question, causing Merlin to look away for a moment.

"Kingu is not truly alive, merely divine clay given 'life'. His body is divine clay, existing according to divine laws and forces, it is not flesh, not something that can be 'alive,' and therefore, swallowed by the black slime, he has not been assimilated. That doesn't mean it still has a physical form; but don't underestimate the power of the slime the creature exuded from the primordial chaos. Still, not being alive in the full sense of the word, it wasn't absorbed by Tiamat and therefore couldn't return the Grail to her. But technically speaking, it wasn't altered or assimilated by Tiamat."

Merlin shrugged as he finished his explanation, making Ainz blink in surprise as an idea presented itself to him.

"I mean, if we assume that someone could, at least partially, neutralize Tiamat's divine power and not be alive, they could survive contact with the black slime, couldn't they?" Ainz slowly furrowed his eyebrows and then looked at his hand, as if looking at it for the first time in a while.

"Such as… Some powerful undead imbued with the power to destroy the divine?"
 
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Chapter 152: Situation New
Chapter 152: Situation

After receiving Ainz's question, Merlin thought about it for a moment, glancing at Ainz as if trying to figure out if he should trust Ainz's abilities before answering with a slow nod of his head. "It is possible, however… Why?"

Faced with a response like that, something that Ainz had not expected, the last Master of Chaldea blinked in surprise before looking at Merlin, "I beg your pardon?"

"I'm saying it's possible," Merlin broke out into his usual joking smile again for a moment, before, properly assessing Ainz's willingness to reduce Gilgamesh's kingdom census by one court mage, hurriedly corrected his attitude "I mean, where exactly would that lead? For what purpose do you want to touch the black sea of Tiamat?"

Ainz instantly prepared himself to explain to Merlin the simple idea of entering the black sea and scouring that for the Grail. Before realizing that, while such actions were logical, since it would probably not affect him in any way, since Ainz was not a living thing… The Grail was not the main issue at the moment.

In the previous Singularities, Ainz had already encountered situations in which the Grail was not the main requirement for breaking the Singularity, and obtaining it did not provoke its resolution. And there's no doubt that the current Singularity, prepared directly by the Grand Caster, was clearly such a situation.

Even if Ainz had taken the Grail for himself, the awakened Tiamat and the black sea engulfed world around him would not disappear at just that.

At the moment, the world was already effectively destroyed. While the Apocalypse had stopped at ninety to ninety-nine percent of its fulfillment, that's not exactly a victory. It might have been relatively easy for Ainz to obtain the Grail under the current circumstances, relatively speaking, given the difficulty of having to find the Grail itself in the black sea of Tiamat. But what next?

The Singularity could not be solved without destroying Tiamat herself… Actually on that matter…

"What if we destroy Tiamat?" Ainz looked up at Merlin, causing the mage to momentarily freeze, looking at Ainz as if he had just grown a second head, before explaining why such a thing was patently ridiculous.

"Tiamat is practically indestructible. Of course, the key word is 'practically', technically speaking it's possible, in the barest sense of the word. Tiamat is the embodiment of all life on earth, in a sense, you could say that all life that exists on earth is an imperfect clone of her. And so in the event of her demise, she will simply use this 'imperfect clone' to incarnate again, to transfer her consciousness and her power."

And Ainz had to agree, killing Tiamat would be practically impossible, would be much easier if Ainz was willing to kill all of Humanity and all living beings, something made much easier in this Singularity. But, well, that would be kind of putting the cart before the horse in Ainz's case.

Unheeding of Ainz's planning, Merlin continued.

"With her level of power and existence as a Beast, she is virtually impossible to destroy. If she is destroyed, she will simply rise again, and again, and again… Until there is no more life left on earth descended from Tiamat."

Merlin delivered this information lightly, as if talking about the weather.

"Only then will the destruction of Tiamat be possible, but that would require the destruction of all living things in the world before that, which is hardly the outcome you would want, right?"

At these words, Ainz paused, listening to Merlin as plans and ideas arose in his head.

Enemies capable of resurrecting, in Yggdrasil, weren't anything too special, most of the Players and a significant portion of the bosses were capable of such tricks. However, infinite resurrection…

In Yggdrasil, a few World Enemies were capable of such a trick, with their destruction only possible if some special conditions were met. Sometimes while in battle and sometimes before or even after the battle, where without the conditions being fulfilled, they would revive again and again.

They were World Enemies after all…

But finding out that Tiamat shared such a capability… It tied Ainz's hands considerably.

Certainly he had many tricks already in his repertoire aimed at blocking resurrection, but Ainz doubted that a simple spell like True Death, which could block all low-level resurrection spells, would be enough to deal with someone like Tiamat. The only Instant-Death spell in his repertoire that might be able to do so, his Noble Phantasm…

Ainz regarded his Noble Phantasm with great suspicion, not something he could rely on.

Being transported to this world had changed the effects of even his Super-Tier Magic, his very powerful but still rather straightforward ability, its effect on the world around him was unpredictable and had already caused several problems before. What about his Noble Phantasm, an ability that, strictly speaking, did not exist in Ainz's repertoire before at all?

Ainz was well aware of the effect of [The Goal of All Life is Death], he had used it many times before in Yggdrasil, but in this new world? Especially when used in the current circumstances, when the world around him had already been effectively destroyed by Tiamat?

The unintended damage it could cause was immeasurable.

"Well, I think this is a good place to stop! There's a lot of information that needs to be chewed over, after all!" Merlin, seeing the pensive Ainz, seemed to have gained a measure of his usual boldness again, leaning back in his chair before theatrically wiping his face with the palm of his hand.

"Gee, I've certainly said a lot! How about some tea?"

"I guess that's true… I could do with one." Mashu, apparently, just getting out of her own fugue, got up from her seat and headed to make some tea, or more likely ask the servants where she could make the tea.

"In that case, make me one too! Make it extra sweet!" Merlin didn't seem at all embarrassed, imposing his demand on Mashu, and faster than Alturia could wrangle him or for Mashu to complain. Merlin had slipped away from his seat like a serpent, quickly moving towards the exit, and disappearing behind them. Only to quickly open them again, before the people inside could breathe a sigh of relief at the annoying mage's leaving. Throwing one last huge smile, so sincere that it seemed to mock everyone watching at once. "I'll take Black tea with three spoons of sugar, leave them on the table, I'll come back for them later!"

Then, a moment before Alturia would have made a hole in Merlin, and the wall immediately behind him, with a diameter just right for her spear, Merlin disappeared again over the threshold of the room, leaving Ainz and the five Servants in the room. Mashu at least simply sighed, and went out of the room as well, probably to make that tea.

"And this is the Merlin of this world? How… disappointing" After a second of silence, Arthur spoke up, glancing at the spot where Merlin used to be, then turning her gaze to Alturia and Mashu and bowing her head slightly, saying an apology with a dash of genuine sympathy. "My condolences."

"Thank you," Alturia also didn't pretend to be a confident king who didn't need anyone's words of encouragement, and nodded slightly, accepting Arthur's sympathy.

'It seems that just now a friendship has been born between the two versions of King Arthur. Perhaps, of course, I should be worried that this friendship was born out of contempt and hatred for Merlin…' Ainz thought for a moment before shaking his head.

'Though, under the current circumstances, there is absolutely nothing I could do to make them reconsider. If the Merlin in Yggdrasil was like this as well, then I definitely wouldn't worry at all about the fact that there was a Merlin for the human factions whose counterpart didn't exist for the other races. He would probably also rank highly in the most hated NPCs ranking alongside Medb.'

Ainz wondered for a moment what the forum might look like in that case, filled with a million posts about how much the players hated Merlin. Maybe the amount of hate posting could surpass Medb's?

Ainz dismissed the thought a few seconds later when Mashu, apparently having actually taken Merlin's advice, reappeared in the room. "Ainz, green tea without sugar?"

"Yeah," Ainz nodded, taking a moment to look at Mashu with a pile of ceramic cups and mugs on a tray.

"Hmm, the tea isn't bad, but Merlin, although he answered most of the questions, which, judging by the brief interaction with him, is rather atypical behavior for him, left behind the most important question of all, unanswered." Jacques, taking another cup from Mashu, took a sip thoughtfully before casting an interested glance at Ainz.

"What's next?"

Ainz, taking a sip for a chance to think out a response, sinking into thought.

"What's next, hmm?" Ainz shook his cup before taking another sip, raising his gaze upwards.

'I'd like to know the answer to that question too…'


"Ha ha ha ha ha, and you call that ruling! I could create a kingdom ten times more powerful even if I had ten times less subjects!" Ozymandias laughed deeply, casually answering Ainz's previously unspoken question.

Could Ozymandias interact with Gilgamesh without his explosive patronizing laughter?

Judging by the fact that, his laughter was currently loudly resounding in the room? No, no, he couldn't

"Of course, that was because I didn't use even a twentieth of my abilities to create this kingdom! And this being a human. If I were a Servant, I would have surpassed all your accomplishments using only a hundredth of my power!" Gilgamesh, contrary to his character, which was more predisposed to tear the head off a person impudent enough for disrespecting his kingship, responded to Ozymandias' words with an ease and even amusement that a less knowledgeable person might call 'friendly'.

Siduri, who was listening to such a conversation, however, was a much more knowledgeable person and therefore knew perfectly well that despite the 'friendliness' of their interactions, anyone that dared to point that out would be gone in an instant. The two kings pooling their power to eliminate the person who had such a foolish thought, before staring each other down, proclaiming that they could never be friends.

After that, they would instantly return to their 'friendly' teasing and bickering.

Siduri was an extremely skilled assistant, so skilled that she could, without exaggeration, be considered one of the reasons for Uruk's continued existence as a state. After all, when King Gilgamesh had returned from his quest for immortality, his kingdom was completely destroyed and devastated, abandoned without people. Only Siduri was left to express to the returning Gilgamesh all the grievances accumulated by the people who had left when Gilgamesh completely forgot his Kingdom and went in search of immortality.

After Gilgamesh's return, she also became the first, and for a while, the only resident of Uruk and Gilgamesh's vassal. Thanks to this, Siduri could confidently say that she knew more about Gilgamesh than any other person in Uruk and could even predict his answers and actions with a very high degree of certainty.

However, in the end, she was not Gilgamesh.

Siduri was just a human in the position of counselor, while Gilgamesh was two-thirds god and King of Uruk, their perceptions were completely incompatible with each other. And so, she could only know that Gilgamesh and Ozymandias would refuse to call each other 'friends' and would not allow any thought that they might be so. And yet, by their actions, they acted like the best of friends.

She couldn't understand why it was so.

"Hmm, that's it! You can watch with adoration as the great King Ozymandias himself demonstrated to you the qualities of the greatest ruler and sorted out the petty problems vexing your kingdom!" Ozymandias lifted his chin as if expecting applause but received only joyful, faux-mocking laughter from Gilgamesh.

"Worthy? Ozymandias!? Indeed, you are worthy of becoming the best of my officials, in the future, if you only apply, I will certainly find you a position worthy of your outstanding talents!"

After that, the two rulers laughed at what was said as if it was the best joke each of them had ever heard or said, despite the fact that each of them had made such a remark in all seriousness. Fully realizing that each of them would take what was said seriously and yet not react in any way to what was said.

It was extremely confusing, but Siduri would not voice any complaint, and not just because such an action would be taken very poorly by the two Kings.

After all, watching Gilgamesh, and Ozymandias as well, was an extremely entertaining pastime for Siduri. Even though she was well aware of exactly what decision one or the other would make at any given moment, watching them was still a unique experience for her.

Ozymandias, however, ignoring all his previous proclamations, pushed aside a huge stack of documents, completed, something that would have required weeks of work from a whole group of officials in the past. He then crossed his arms and looked up at Gilgamesh, causing Gilgamesh to push aside the huge stack of documents and look back at him without having to look if they had been done properly. They are, of course, Ozymandias' pride wouldn't allow otherwise.

"Let's move on to the more important question. Why?" Ozymandias asked.

"Why else?" Gilgamesh replied calmly, before both kings were silent, as if the two expressed incoherent questions, represented some complete meaningful dialog that had just taken place between them. Trying to comprehend such a meaningful, and yet stilted dialogue, took all of Siduri's capacity.

After all, even if Siduri was versed in how Gilgamesh acted and thought, she was not fully privy to his thinking. And therefore, what meaningful dialogue could be understood from just the two short exchanges, were still a huge mystery to her as well.

However, perhaps the main quality necessary for Gilgamesh's counselor was the ability to keep a calm expression on their face and react to everything going on around them with equanimity. To act as if everything going on around them, even the most extraordinary, was a completely ordinary event.

And so, even in this instance, where she couldn't understand a single thing, Siduri only silently tried to demonstrate her ability to blend in with the walls, waiting for Gilgamesh to give her an assignment. After all, Siduri was absolutely certain that Gilgamesh was perfectly aware of her presence in the room, just not paying attention to her.

In Gilgamesh's mind, the servants were natural extensions of his hands, feet, eyes, and ears, and therefore, paying attention to their presence or absence was as silly as trying to draw attention to the fact that there were five fingers on each of his hands.

Ozymandias smiled, then shook his head slightly, before continuing further:

"The great King Gilgamesh was defeated by a mere primordial mother? I expected more resistance from one who considered himself my equal." Ozymandias started, making the context of the dialogue a little clearer to Siduri.

"Running behind walls and waiting out the enemy are not the actions I expected from the King of Heroes."

"If you had met me in my time of great accomplishments, I would have executed you for a single word implying that this would be possible." Gilgamesh replied with a smile, not at all preventing Siduri from determining that the words he was saying at the moment were deadly serious.

"After all, there is no honor more worthy that I can bestow upon a monster than to be destroyed by my hand. Mortals have the right to die in an honorable battle with other mortals, while the king destroys Tiamat, such a thing is to be expected, another legend among my myriad legends, worthy to stand above my other feats…"

Gilgamesh stretched his words for a moment, as if to allow himself a fraction of time to reflect on his past in the sense in which old men recall their turbulent youth, before turning his gaze back to Ozymandias. "But times have changed, and with them, I too have changed."

Smiling wryly as if he had just admitted some great fault, her King continued.

"Although the death of mankind in a great battle is a fitting end to the legend of Gilgamesh, human history began with my kingdom, Uruk, the first city, the great city. It served as the foundation for the creation of civilization, and my myth served as the basis for every myth that followed. The death of mankind does not cause me regret, that is the role of the followers of the greatest king, but the complete destruction of civilization will leave no mention of Uruk and will break the chain of human history." Gilgamesh spoke with arrogance, as if he was talking about something predetermined and therefore completely obvious and unworthy of discussion, like the sun rising in the east.

"Not for the sake of people, but for the sake of mankind, as such a suicidal war cannot happen."

"When I can ascertain that humanity is capable of existing outside of my splendor, then I will go into battle with the advancing hordes of Tiamat, a fitting end to the legend of the greatest hero, Gilgamesh," The King spoke of his subsequent suicidal attack as something taken for granted, a completely routine and preordained event.

"There are no options other than this."

"Really?" But contrary to the way Ozymandias and Gilgamesh had hitherto found common ground, before either of them could utter a sentence, Ozymandias allowed himself to question Gilgamesh's words, putting a hand to his chin as if in slight reverie.

Gilgamesh responded by shifting his gaze to Ozymandias, then somewhere to the side, then back again, causing Siduri to once more become lost in the puzzling ways of thinking of the great kings before her and where exactly this dialogue had turned.

"Your words are enough for me to accept the value of this Master," Gilgamesh nodded, but did not continue his words, causing Ozymandias to stare at him silently at first. Then, after a second, realizing that Gilgamesh did not plan to finish his thought, Ozymandias pondered again and suddenly grinned as he spoke.

"The great King Gilgamesh, prophet among kings and king among prophets, is unable to see the nature of one's Master, is he not?" Ozymandias broke out into a smug smile, causing Gilgamesh to suddenly laugh back.

"I will have you whipped in the main square," Gilgamesh muttered as he continued to laugh before calming himself a few seconds later. "Hmm, I knew that outside interference in the current Singularity would come from one side or the other, yet this scoundrel dares to hide himself from my gaze! My eye, that sees through every grain of sand falling through the cracks, could not see his nature! Shamelessness, impudence, I am surprised and delighted!"

"But?" Ozymandias continued, evidently already knowing the end of the dialogue as well as Siduri, but wanting to end it on the necessary note.

"But," Gilgamesh said slowly, before humming to himself. "how can I trust the existence of mankind to an unknown variable? To die in battle is a worthy death, but to die according to chance and folly… If I were the Gilgamesh that defeated monsters, I would have sent my armies forward long ago. However, at this time, I am Gilgamesh, King of the people of Uruk. The death of Uruk is predestined in human history, but not a thoughtless death due to chance at the hands of a distraught mother. I, and my armies, will only support this… Ainz if he can prove himself worthy of support. If not, my current strategy is capable of winning without my greatness displayed on the battlefield."

"That's it, huh? A test for Ainz, hmm?" Ozymandias looked at Gilgamesh with a slightly sly smile before saying something seemingly unrelated to the current topic of their conversation. "When I was in Chaldea, I also wished to test Ainz, to determine his abilities and value as my follower…"

After that, Ozymandias threw a sly look at Gilgamesh, as if to say that he knew some secret to which Gilgamesh himself had no access, which made the king-sage wrinkle his expression in dissatisfaction slightly for the first time during their whole dialogue.

After these words, Ozymandias looked away as if he was talking to the wind, and then he said, "Anyway, I think that Ainz will still be able to surprise you… And only your reaction will depend on whether this discovery will be unpleasant for you, or intriguing, as it did for me."


If Ainz didn't know about how he could deal with the current situation, and where the Grail was, he would definitely be busy searching for that and gathering information at the moment. At most, he would have put himself to the sidelines and let his other, far more skilled Servants handle the search and make plans.

If Ainz knew where the Grail was and could somehow retrieve it, then he would certainly have dealt with it and would already be preparing a plan for further battle, since that has been the case in all Singularities so far. Finding the grail, equals fighting the enemy for possession of it. After all, how quickly Ainz could get back to Chaldea depended on the speed of the Singularity's resolution.

However, the current state for Ainz was unique. It was the first time he had ever encountered such a problem.

He simultaneously already knew where the Grail was located and didn't know how to get it, and most importantly, there was nothing he could do about it.

This strange situation had a definite effect on his Servants. And so, after spending a few more minutes at the table without giving any concrete thought as to the resolution of the current Singularity, they left Ainz's presence. Each going off on their own to explore the Singularity, interact with the surrounding city, and ponder the question that Ainz was currently concerned with as well. A question that, in all fairness, had plagued all of humanity throughout its existence in one way or another.

What to do next?

Ainz had never faced an opponent like Tiamat until now, at least in this world after he had left Yggdrasil, and Merlin's description did not help Ainz's confidence at all. On the other hand, of course, Ainz himself had gained some confidence in his own abilities after facing the many challenges he had, albeit not to the point of throwing himself into Tiamat's arms with no backup plan.

But even assuming that Ainz could destroy Tiamat… What next?

Even assuming that Ainz could enter Tiamat's black sea unhindered and even find the Grail after days of searching and bringing it back, what was to come next? The world had effectively been destroyed and as Merlin had mentioned, even the death of Tiamat was likely not capable of unequivocally fixing the current state of the world.

So, even if Ainz, somehow, destroyed the black sea, Merlin did say that they are somehow a living being after all, and Ainz had plenty of capabilities to destroy that, it would likely take years to rebuild the Singularity. Chaldea does not have years to spend rebuilding civilizations that needed to adhere to the Proper Human History, so to not just somehow create another Singularity by their careless actions.

Of course, that was just an academic thought, as stated before, Chaldea didn't have years.

So, should he use the Grail, for example, or Wish Upon A Star to restore the reality around him? Ainz wasn't sure that it was that easy to arrange. Most likely, Ainz would have needed to bring in additional forces to accomplish such a thing, not to mention that this option also didn't guarantee one hundred percent accuracy in restoring the world.

And, again, it was built on the assumptions of an easy victory over Tiamat, an event that Ainz wasn't at all sure of. Him defeating Tiamat, that is.

At the same time, however, it was certain that while Gilgamesh and Merlin's plan sounded credible, which Ainz approved of in all cases, it required tens, hundreds, perhaps even thousands of years to bring to fruition, literally. And while Ainz preferred a slow but steady plan with no possibility of losing, centuries of work on the current Singularity did not suit Ainz at all.

Ainz certainly enjoyed visiting the various Singularities and its unique vistas and civilizations. In theory, he could imagine a seaside vacation in one of them, at best that meant maybe a couple of weeks.

Under current conditions, where Ainz was literally in a kingdom literally besieged on all sides with a black liquid like fuel oil, even a couple of weeks seemed like torture to Ainz!

Add in a cloud of toxic unbreathable air, with a chance of acid rain that could eat even through flesh, and Ainz would feel like right at home! Which is not a good thing!

But what could Ainz do?

If there was some unique solution that could settle all the problems, it was unfortunately doing its best to escape Ainz's gaze.

Ainz, after spending a few more minutes strategizing out all possible ways to eliminate Tiamat, ones that he could without more information about Tiamat's capabilities. So, mostly thinking of ways of making her stay in one place while he casts a strong instant-death spell. He finally came to the conclusion that all of his plans were in one way or another tied to the unsolvable problem of rebuilding the destroyed Singularity.

He could only sigh and tried to distract himself from such considerations by shifting the focus of his reasoning. After all, the current problem seemed unsolvable to him, and if the problem was unsolvable, then it wasn't worth it for Ainz to overstress his head trying to solve it.

Instead, Ainz could focus on solving concerns that, at least at the moment, seemed within his capability to solve, specifically, something like destroying monsters or trying to deal with the Alliance of the Three Goddesses mentioned by Merlin.

Unfortunately, Merlin escaped before Ainz could get him to talk about the Goddesses in great detail, allowing Ainz to gain a modicum of commiseration for Arthuria at the same time. After all, hatred brought people together as much as love, especially hatred of Merlin.

Besides, even if Ainz himself couldn't figure out the solution to the Singularity yet, at least he could assign his Servants to solve the smaller problems. Ozymandias, in particular, was near Gilgamesh at the moment.

While the likelihood of Ainz being able to place another Servant close to Gilgamesh was low, at least judging by the character of Gilgamesh himself, Ozymandias, who instantly found common ground with each other, was the only one that he could assign something like that.

There were monsters constantly advancing on the borders of Gilgamesh's kingdom, as well as goddesses to be found, who at least were possible for Ainz to visit. And by traveling to this Singularity, Ainz had chosen the strongest of his Servants, so at least Ainz could trust them with these functions.

Perhaps destroying the monsters was pointless in terms of solving the cause of the problem, but it certainly couldn't make things worse.

"In that case, hmmm… We'll have to find out from Gilgamesh where the Goddesses are at the moment, and if they are alive… And where his armies are, and send help to them," Ainz nodded silently to his thoughts before noticing the figure of a familiar girl approaching him.

'What was her name…?'

"Siduri, I think?" Speaking out loud, the attentive secretary picked up his voice.

"Mister Ainz?" Siduri spoke out in a questioning tone, not because she had forgotten Ainz's name, but simply as a measure to start a conversation.

"His Majesty invites you to a welcome dinner in honor of your arrival."

"Hmm?" Ainz had been to a welcome dinner once before when he was in the Singularity of Rome. Since then, he had been constantly on the run and dealing with the problems of the Singularities, and had not been able to rest. Now, with the black sea engulfing the entire world, such a celebration seemed all the more unnecessary to Ainz.

'On the other hand,' Ainz logically argued to himself, 'if the current problem can't be solved, there's no point in worrying about it.'

"Okay, would you mind pointing the way?" Ainz asked, only to have Siduri nod and then walk away, Ainz needed no invitation to follow after her.

After all, if Gilgamesh had prepared a plan that was supposed to be in effect for several hundred years, why wouldn't Ainz take the opportunity to take a brief respite from constantly dealing with the Singularities. Just for one evening?

After all, what's the worst that could happen?
 
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