Draudillon Oriculus
After satisfying my wives at night, during the day I had to work on implementing improvements in my kingdom.
There is a supreme being to whom I owe much.
His name in the game is Punito Moe, and the reason for my gratitude is that he was a lover of strategy, which led him to leave many literary works like "The Prince," "The Art of War," and "The Evolution of Technologies to Our Day" in the library of Ashurbanipal.
In a medieval world, this makes me an extremely wise being.
My plan was to claim these works as my own and distribute them throughout the new world, increasing my reputation among intellectuals.
I was thinking that the place to become a god can no longer be the Holy Kingdom due to my actions. I've ruined the plot.
So, I must go to another place with more desperation, educate them, and have them consider me a god within that nation.
While thinking about this, I felt a sense of unease. It wasn't a realization or anything; it was what I felt when one of my summons died.
Who killed my undead?
Then I realized the most likely option.
That place is the Draconic Kingdom.
I sent a Death Knight to the Draconic Kingdom a few months ago. It seems they have already killed it.
I was just thinking of a place where they might worship me.
Well, Draudillon Oriculus, time to save your homeland!
Accustomed to writing letters, I wrote one addressed to the Dragon Queen and put my seal on it.
Whom do I choose as an ambassador?
Cocytus is busy with the Lizardmen.
Demiurge is busy with prisoners and criminals who do not respect the law. It stopped happening in my human city, but now he is busy with the rebels of the Abelion Hills, investigating new ways to create magic scrolls.
Albedo is the overseer of Nazarick and in charge of Re-Estize.
Mare and Aura are reserved for the Elven Kingdom, and they are not a good option either; they are still children.
Shalltear... better not.
Speaking of Shalltear, I expressly forbade her from engaging in yuri with her vampire brides.
I wasn't going to let my woman do it with others, even if they were women.
Well, back to the topic of the guardians.
The competent diplomats were busy, so I will send Sebas.
"Ainz-sama, you called for me?"
"Yes, Sebas, how is your relationship with the human, Tsuare?"
Sebas was surprised by the question.
"I would say it is progressing. Your Majesty was very benevolent to forgive her and give her work in E-Rantel."
I gave Tsuare the task of training maids in E-Rantel.
"I see," I suddenly had an idea, something the original Ainz could do perfectly, "I have an idea, bring her here."
"Understood, Ainz-sama," said Sebas, not even a little worried about the strange order. He left and brought the human maid.
"Your Majesty, the Sorcerer King," Tsuare greeted me with a perfect bow (by the standards of those outside Nazarick).
"Tsuare, a pleasure to see you again," I said. "How is your work outside Nazarick?"
"The maids are showing results. Soon there will be high-quality maids in your kingdom, Your Majesty."
"Is that so? Thank you for your hard work."
"Your benevolence knows no bounds, Your Majesty."
Not knowing quite how to respond, I stared at her for a moment before turning to Sebas.
"Sebas, I brought you here for a reason. How about you take a honeymoon trip?"
To their credit, they were not surprised by the nonsense I said.
Seeing them confused, I continued.
"I understand you have never left Re-Estize or what was Re-Estize?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"Then your mission will be to go to the Draconic Kingdom as ambassadors. I have an important message for the queen of that place. Here, Sebas." The butler approached and took the letter.
"The Draconic Kingdom, despite its name, has no dragons and is made up of humans. Currently, their country is being invaded by beastmen. You must deliver this letter, which states that the Draconic Kingdom will be saved if it becomes a vassal state." I gave the couple the basic information. "Go by carriage and enjoy the scenery. You have no time limit."
"I am grateful, Your Majesty."
"I- I too."
"Well, off you go."
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One month later.
**Draudillon Oriculus POV**
"Okay, I count on you!" I said.
"Yes, Your Majesty! I will not fail you!"
The man, who appeared to be a knight, rose from where he was kneeling and elegantly left the room.
"Is everything alright now?" I said.
"Yes, he was the last person, so it's fine," said my prime minister, and my innocent expression suddenly crumbled.
Maybe it was due to fatigue, but my eyes blurred and narrowed, while my mouth took the shape of a ^ and my shoulders slumped.
"So tired."
"You have worked hard."
"Yes, I have, so can I stop assuming this appearance?" I lifted my skirt as I said this. "I also wish I didn't have to wear this skirt that shows the full length of my legs."
"I have told you many times before, but you can't, Majesty."
I was the queen of the Draconic Kingdom, the "Black Scaled Dragon Lord," Draudillon Oriculus.
"As long as your appearance can evoke in others the desire to protect you, they will work harder."
"Are all humans lolicons? I would feel more comfortable if some parts of me were bigger."
I placed both hands on my flat chest and squeezed.
"Yes, if it were that form..." the prime minister began his usual speech.
"---Don't talk about it like it's a form! It's my real appearance!"
"I apologize for my disrespectful words, Majesty."
"Back to the topic, that form may be popular with men, but not so much with women. Instead, your current form appeals to both men and women of all ages. So, if you want to change to that other form, you will have to wait until the country is stable again. Or do you have other plans to propose?"
"Don't talk about it as if they were forms..."
"However, if the situation continues like this, it won't matter what form you take."
A heavy silence fell upon us as we contemplated the current situation of the Draconic Kingdom.
"This time, the beastmen invasion seems entirely different from what it has always been."
"Indeed. This time their army's motive does not appear to be small-scale skirmishes but the complete destruction of this country, followed by its conversion into a livestock ranch."
"And can't we borrow more undead from the Sorcerer King?"
Near the Draconic Kingdom, there was a beastmen kingdom.
These beastmen were semi-humans resembling carnivorous animals like tigers and lions, but bipedal. Just by looking at their faces, one could guess they were carnivores and preferred human flesh.
Until recently, the Draconic Kingdom had been considered a self-replenishing food source, even without any care, so the beastmen had not launched a large-scale invasion. But for some unknown reason, such an invasion had occurred. So far, they had conquered three cities.
In those conquered cities, horrible banquets lasting days and nights were held, making me want to vomit when I learned what was happening there.
However, there remained a faint hope for me, and that was Ainz Ooal Gown, the new demon.
The demon, who was once an undead, had done quite well in politics.
Somehow, he had arranged a marriage with the queen of the fanatics' kingdom, subdued the empire in record time, and now conquered the Abelion Hills.
Last and most importantly, they sold us 50 undead with magic armor for our kingdom.
And one of them was a legendary Death Knight, an undead legend that killed every beastman.
That undead never tired, killing relentlessly, to the point that he managed to reconquer a city until, unfortunately, the beastmen defeated him with numbers a few days ago.
The same happened with most of the undead provided by the Sorcerer Kingdom. The demon's undead killed hundreds or thousands, but in the end, 50 undead were too few.
"We can't afford to pay for more undead, and I also fear it might be a trap from the demon to invade us. If we ask for more, with his military might, he can easily do it."
"Damn it, only 50 units from that demon managed to recover a city, something the empire and the theocracy couldn't do."
"What a headache. The future is shrouded in darkness, and our only hope is a demon."
"Even so, while negotiating with the Sorcerer Kingdom, I propose we eliminate the enemy general. How about we select a few elite soldiers to attack them? Although it may seem like an unnecessary measure that will only irritate them further, it's better than doing nothing."
"Then, the one to lead them this time will be him?"
"Yes, him."
We were referring to the same person, a man part of Crystal Tear, the only adamantite-level team in this kingdom. His name was Cerebrate, and he held the title of "Fierce Gleam." He belonged to the profession "Holy Lord" and was famous for using the Shining Sword technique.
"That person is definitely a lolicon. When I was talking to him, he looked at me with lewd eyes. If it gives him so much pleasure to see flat things, he should go look at a wall."
"It's just a fetish
... although he certainly is a lolicon."
Draudillon frowned.
"I wish you had said that... If only our country had more normal adamantite-level adventurers."
"What do you mean? As long as you act like a cute and innocent girl, he will even risk his life for us. In that case, isn't he the most suitable given the current situation?"
"And when the time comes, I'll have to satisfy his desires... Hey! I'm not a roast pig to be served at tomorrow's feast!"
"Haa..."
"If it's just that, Majesty. It's much better than the fate of the citizens who are literally being eaten, so please bear with it."
I couldn't deny it; I was fortunate in my kingdom, even if I felt miserable inside.
"I insist we must ask for help from the Sorcerer Kingdom again. They are the only ones who can help us directly."
My prime minister frowned, not very convinced of those words.
"I know what I'm saying is risky, depending so much on another country, but in retrospect, isn't that what we've been doing for years? Depending so much on the theocracy and the empire, if necessary, we become a vassal state."
Damn, if necessary, I would marry him, as long as he's not a damn lolicon. Of course, he'll already be married in the future to the Holy Queen, which is a problem.
"Sigh, alright, then you have nothing to worry about. We've been informed that an envoy from the Sorcerer King is coming to our country, with a single carriage."
That's humiliating.
"How could this happen? Are we so insignificant that they only send a single carriage? No messengers, no large retinue... unless that individual carriage is magical and larger inside, containing a battalion of officials," I fretted, yearning for a cup of wine.
"You needn't worry about protection. The horse pulling the carriage is a death eater, an undead that once ravaged a country on its own."
What!
My prime minister sighed, "That's why I don't trust the demon, Majesty. He can destroy countries with a snap of his fingers. To him, our nation is an ant. I don't know what a being like that could want from us."
"It's official, I have to be on good terms with him. I don't care what species he is."
"Your Majesty, you're not listening to me..."
"You said it yourself, if he wanted to, we'd already be dead, right? So there's nothing to worry about as long as we don't offend him. Let's buy 5 Death Knights and recover the lost cities, 'the reconquest'—I can already see how the bards will call it."
"Sigh," the minister sighed again, "I've already told you our coffers are empty. You have to convince his envoy first. Let's hope that's the right choice. We're running out of options. Besides, what could he want from us? We're an impoverished country with few resources, and he's already married... having to rebuild everything while being in debt to him... maybe we're walking into the wolf's mouth."
"Literally, our citizens are in the mouths of beastmen! Nothing can be worse than that."
"I hope you're right, I really hope you are."
The conversation ended, allowing me to continue drowning my sorrows in alcohol.