The Meeting

Note: Readers please forgive me if there is something cliche or cringe in this chap as I have written this chap in a hurry as I want to write some action for the next chap so I wanted to finish everything in this chap which is of nearly 3k words [Fights are coming baby!]

Your comments encourage me a lot for me to continue with this story and I have no enemies so discouraging ones are also allowed😌

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[Blazing Temple: 7th floor]

In a dimly lit room adorned with mysterious and dark furnishings, the Guardians' expressions mirrored the diversity of their personalities.

Albert, the epitome of unwavering loyalty, spoke with a composed demeanor. His dedication shone through his steadfast gaze as he addressed his fellow Guardians. "My esteemed fellow Guardians," he began, his voice firm,

"Today, we stand united as servants, bound by our solemn duty to fulfill the grand design of our Supreme Beings. However, we now find ourselves in a unique situation, transported to a new world."

He continued with a confident voice "But I see this not as a challenge, but as an great opportunity to demonstrate our unwavering loyality to our Supreme Beings." He addressed the topic of todays meeting

But In this room filled with loyal Guardians, they were still caught up in an past exciting moment. Mare and Demiurge, two of the floor Guardians, received special gifts directly from their Supreme Lords just some hours ago.

Mare, the shy and gentle one, and Demiurge, the thoughtful and scholarly one, were honored with these gifts. The Supreme Lords wanted to show their appreciation for their dedication and hard work.

Interacting with the Supreme Lords was a remarkably rare occurrence for the Floor Guardians. Just a few days ago they had gained their self-consciousness like the strings attached to them were cut, they had been unaware that they were merely NPCs in a game and would remain unaware of that, devoid of self-consciousness and merely awaiting commands from their master. Consequently, there had been little incentive for the guild members to engage with the NPCs. Their sole visitors had been the occasional enemy players attempting to raid their base in search of valuable loot.

So in short these gifts bestowed by their lords have sparked enthusiasm and a bit of friendly competition among the other Guardians. Everyone felt motivated to contribute their best for their lords whom they see as absolute and supreme, hoping to receive recognition from their Supreme Lords as well.

Demiurge, known for his sharp intellect and analytical nature, adjusted his glasses with precision as he contemplated the situation. His focused and unwavering gaze hinted at the depths of his thoughts.

"I have encountered formidable beings who came to raid the tomb of Yggdrasil in the past" he began, his voice measured and deliberate. "While they possess remarkable strength, it pales in comparison to the overwhelming might of our Supreme Beings. However," he continued, his tone emphasizing the importance of what followed, "Lord Hyperion has wisely cautioned against underestimating potential threats in this unfamiliar terrain."

Demiurge's words carried a weight of dedication to understanding the complexities of their current circumstances. His analytical mind was always at work, seeking to unravel the mysteries of the new world they found themselves in, and to ensure that they would be prepared for any challenges that lay ahead.

In the room filled with a lot of tension, Albert, who was Lord Hyperion's composed butler, stayed very calm and didn't show any signs of emotional fluctuations, unlike the other guardians who were having literal chaos in their minds being in an unordinary situation.

Albedo, who held an important role among the Guardians as the Guardian Overseer, looked quite curious but also very regal. She was determined to get some clear answers. With a commanding presence, she asked in a strong and authoritative voice, " Why have our lords chosen to conquer this mysterious new world,  if it's inhabited by what seem to be just some weak pests?

Sebas, known for his thoughtfulness, maintained an attentive and analytical demeanor. His expression showed his commitment to assessing the situation with a clear and discerning mind. Sebas explained, "Erembour's discoveries suggest there's untapped potential in this world—an opportunity to shape it according to our lords' perfect vision. The actual reasons behind their decisions could be far more practical and meaningful. Trying to match the thinking of Supreme Lords like Lord Momonga, who earned the title of Overlord through his knowledge of magic, and Lord Hyper, a seasoned warrior with numerous battles against death itself, would be a foolish decision."

Mare, the embodiment of shyness and gentleness, displayed a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. His eyes cautiously conveyed his thoughts.

In contrast, Aura, with her spirited and adventurous nature, exuded enthusiasm and youthful energy. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her spirited disposition seemed eager to embrace the adventures that awaited them in this new world. "It does sound intriguing! If Lord Hyperion desires it, count me in!" she declared.

As Albedo's question hung in the air, Albert fixed his gaze on her, considering his response carefully. He began to speak, his tone measured but resolute, "Sebas is correct, but there's more to it than that... Lord Hyperion is not just claiming this land for our amusement or expansion."

Sariel, intrigued by Albert's mention of Lord Hyperion's name, fixed her gaze on him with a questioning expression. She was eager to learn more about the connection between their current mission and her creater.

On the other hand, Demiurge couldn't contain his excitement and burst out, "Oh, that's it! Subarashiii...!" His exclamation filled the room with a sense of anticipation, leaving the other Guardians curious about what had sparked such enthusiasm in him.

Shalltear, intrigued by Demiurge's sudden outburst, asked him for an explanation, "What is it, Demiurge?"

Demiurge leaned in, his glasses catching the flickering candlelight as he began to explain, his voice laced with a touch of excitement and revelation, "You see, Lord Hyperion's and Lord Momonga's intentions go far beyond mere conquest or destruction in this world. They are preparing this world for something greater, something that's part of a grander design. And the key to this lies in the future, in the birth of the young lord we all serve."

His words hung in the air, a heavy revelation that left the other Guardians stunned. Sariel's eyes widened, her elegant features betraying a mix of surprise and realization. She had been married to Lord Hyperion, but the implications of this revelation had never fully crossed her mind until now.

Sariel's face turned as red as a tomato, and figurative smoke seemed to billow from her fox ears as she stammered in shock, "Wha-what? Kids?"

Sebas, always maintaining his composure and thoughtfulness, contributed his perspective. "Hmm, that's the most plausible reason," he mused. "Our lords intend to divide this land and bestow it upon their future generation. It's not an easy task to effectively rule over both the Tomb of Nazarick and a vast planet like Abyssire, where creatures of chaos and the abyss itself reside." His words conveyed a deep understanding of the challenges their leaders might face in managing such a vast territory.

In the midst of their intense discussion about why their Supreme Lords had chosen to conquer the new world, a heated verbal clash erupted between Albedo and Shalltear. Albedo, the Overseer of the Guardians, asserted her claim with unwavering determination, emphasizing her deep understanding of Lord Momonga's desires. She firmly believed it was her duty and destiny to bear his child.

"Speaking of which… is something bothering you?" Demiurge asked, his keen eyes detecting Shalltear's unusual expression and occasional twitching.

After Demiurge's question, all eyes turned to Shalltear, who remained seated with flushed cheeks and furrowed brows, her gaze distant.

"What's wrong, Shalltear?"

She slowly lifted her head, her eyes appearing as if she had just awakened from a deep slumber.

"...What happened?"

Shalltear hesitated, her cheeks faintly flushed, her voice quivering. "I... um, I got a bit carried away thinking about Momonga-sama and me having a child. I fear my undergarments are in a bit..bit of a predicament..."

Silence settled over the room, and the Guardians exchanged bewildered glances. They couldn't help but acknowledge that Shalltear had an array of peculiar interests, one of which seemed to be rather unconventional, even for them. Mare, on the other hand, appeared utterly baffled, his eyes darting between them. But one Guardian was not content to remain silent, and that was Albedo.

Jealousy surged within her, and her voice dripped with disdain. "You're utterly shameless slut."

Sensing Albedo's hostility, Shalltear responded with a mischievous and provocative smile. "What's wrong? Having impure thoughts about Momonga-sama, the wisest of the Supreme Beings? Anyone who doesn't find him enticing must have something wrong with them! Or could it be that you not only look pure but lack any earthly desires, you big-mouthed gorilla?"

"You blood-sucking leech!" Albedo shouted with a scary expression on her face.

The two locked eyes, their faces inches apart, their gazes locked in a fierce and unrelenting standoff. The other Guardians couldn't predict whether their verbal duel would escalate into a physical confrontation, but the tension in the room was palpable.

"My form was created by the Supreme Beings. Are you dissatisfied with it?"

"Shouldn't that be my line?"

Shalltear slowly rose to her feet, and the two of them drew closer, their eyes locked in an unwavering and intense stare-down. Eventually, they collided, standing face to face.

"Don't assume victory just because you're the Guardian Overseer and get to be close to Momonga-sama. If that's what you think, I'll be laughing myself silly."

"Hmph. You're absolutely right. While you're stationed far away, I'll swoop in and claim a decisive victory."

"...What do you mean by 'a decisive victory'? Teach me, Guardian Overseer-sama," Shalltear asked, her expression daring.

"As someone so well-versed in such matters, you should already know you bitch!."

Throughout their exchange of sharp words, neither of them broke eye contact, their expressions unwavering.

Albedo unfurled her wings with a threatening gesture, while dark energy surrounded Shalltear, who refused to show any signs of weakness.

"Ah, Aura, let women handle women's matters. If things get out of hand, I'll lend a hand when necessary, alright?"

"Hey, wait, Demiurge! Are you planning to pawn this off on me?" Aura exclaimed for being trapped.

Demiurge simply waved dismissively as he distanced himself from the feuding pair. Cocytus and Mare stepped back as well, determined not to get caught in the crossfire.

"Must they argue about this?" Cocytus asked.

"I, for one, am quite interested in the outcome."

"What do you mean by 'the outcome,' Demiurge?" Erembour asked.

"I'm referring to the enhancement of our combat strength, the future of Nazarick, and so forth."

"D-Demiurge, what do you mean?"

Demiurge pondered how he should answer Mare's question. For a moment, an evil impulse swept through Demiurge's head and he thought of infusing the simple Mare with adult knowledge, but he promptly discarded that line of thinking.

Demiurge was a devil, and he was cruel and ruthless, but that only applied to people outside Nazarick.

Cocytus found himself lost in a daydream, picturing himself running around with the future heir of Nazarick perched on his broad shoulders. His imagination ran wild as he envisioned teaching the young heir the art of swordsmanship, with his own blade drawn to protect the budding leader. He even allowed himself to imagine the day when the fully grown Young Master would issue commands to him.

"...Oh. How. Wonderful. What. A Glorious. Sight… Uncle… Uncle…"

Demiurge, somewhat unable to bear the sentimental scene unfolding before him, averted his eyes from Cocytus, who had fully embraced the role of a doting, cool uncle in his daydream, all in service of Momonga's heir.

"Well, that aside, I'm quite interested in knowing what our children can do for the strengthening of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. How about it, Mare, do you want to make a child?"

"Er, eh?"

"Still, you don't have a partner… if you discover any Humans, Dark Elves, Wood Elves, or similar species, would you kindly capture them for me?"

"Eh? Ehhhhh?"

After some contemplation, Mare hesitantly nodded, saying, "If, if it helps Momonga-sama... I'm willing to contribute. But how will I have children?"

"Well, I'll teach you about that when the time comes. But if you decide to try some breeding experiments on your own, Momonga-sama might scold you. After all, the operations of Nazarick are perfectly balanced."

"That, that's true. I've heard that all the underlings were created after careful calculation by one of the Supreme Beings… if we carelessly increase our numbers, we'll be scolded. I, I don't want to be scolded by Momonga-sama…"

"Of course, I don't want to be rebuked by the Supreme Beings either… if only I could set up a farm outside Nazarick…"

As Demiurge contemplated the logistics of such an endeavor, he decided to address a matter that no one had teased Mare about until now.

"Ah yes, Mare, why are you dressed as a girl?"

Mare instinctively tugged at his miniskirt in a futile attempt to hide his legs after Demiurge posed the question.

"This was Bukubukuchagama-sama's decision. She said this was called a 'trap,' so it should have nothing to do with my gender."

"Oh, so this was Bukubukuchagama-sama's decision. Well then, those clothes should be fine on you… although, should all boys dress in that way?"

"I, I don't know about that."

The mention of the Forty One Supreme Beings still held significant weight, even though they were no longer present. Within the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, the way Mare dressed was a matter of tradition, and only another Supreme Being could alter it.

"...I wonder if I should talk to Momonga-sama about this. Perhaps all boys should be dressed like that. I say… Cocytus, it's time to wake up."

Upon hearing Demiurge's call, Cocytus shook his head several times, sporting a deeply satisfied smile on his face.

"Ah. What. A. Beautiful. Sight… Truly. it. Was. Everything. I. Have. Ever. Dreamed. Of."

"Is that so… well then, that's good.... Are Albedo and Shalltear still fighting?"

The previously feuding pair had now shifted their focus. It was Aura, looking visibly fatigued, who stepped in to provide an update.

"They're… done. Right now, they're arguing about…"

"The problem of who should be the first wife."

"It would be strange for the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick to only have one wife. The question now is who is worthy of being Momonga-sama's first wife…"

"...While that is quite an interesting question, we should probably discuss that later. All right, Albedo, won't you give us our orders? There will be many things to do later on." Demiurge urged, steering the conversation back to a more pressing matter

In the midst of the intense verbal clash between Shalltear and Albedo, Sariel, the ever-graceful figure of authority among the Guardians, rose from her seat finally whatever inner dream she was in which caused her snow-white skin to turn Blood red.

Her cheeks still bore a faint rosy flush, which she wore with the poise of a noble lady. The chaotic argument in the room seemed worlds apart from her composed demeanor.

Turning her attention to Albert, who had remained a paragon of composure throughout the commotion, Sariel issued her request with an air of dignity that set her apart from the fiery exchange between her fellow Guardians.

"Albert," she spoke, her voice retaining the regal quality that characterized her, "Please excuse me. I have important arrangements to make in the Palace of Abyssire. Kindly excuse my abrupt departure."

Albert, the paragon of etiquette and courtesy, responded with a respectful incline of his head. "Certainly, Lady Sariel," he replied, punctuating his words with a graceful bow. His gesture conveyed the utmost respect, recognizing Sariel's esteemed position as the queen of planet Abyssire, a title bestowed by Lord Hyperion himself.

Sariel left the meeting in a hurry as she had something very very important to do..... which no floor guardian tried to stop or reason with.

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General POV

[Palace of Abyssire : 8th Floor]

The Palace of Abyssire, a normally calm and peaceful place, had suddenly become very busy. Lady Sariel, their queen, hurried in with an sudden order: she wanted the most extraordinary bath and the most beautiful dress. This surprising command got everyone in the palace excited and in a rush..

In the big bathroom, which was usually very calm, the maids started rushing around. They quickly filled a huge marble tub with hot water. They poured in oils that smelled really nice, making the water smell lovely. The maids, who were usually very organized and calm, now worked quickly and almost messily. They wanted everything to be perfect for Lady Sariel.

At the same time, in the big wardrobe room, the maids had to pick out the most beautiful clothes for Lady Sariel.

The wardrobe was filled with many gorgeous fabrics and designs, which made it quite a tough decision because everything looked fantastic on their queen. They draped soft silks, shiny satins, and delicate lace over every possible surface. In fact, there were even some alluring dresses with revealing decorations that sparked the maids' imaginations, leading them to create their own strange scenarios in their mind.

The palace, usually very neat and tidy, was now full of rushing maids. They moved around quickly, like little insects, all trying to make sure everything was just right.

The maids were busy making Lady Sariel happy by doing what she asked. They talked quietly and smiled knowingly at each other. This wasn't the first time they had to do this; Lady Sariel often requested special things when Lord Hyperion visited. They understood why she did it, so it wasn't a big mystery.