Ainz Ooal Gown: Supreme Being in DxD

Make a campfire from the debris

Lady Phenix stirred from her sleep, feeling groggy, sluggish and sweaty.

'What... What hour is it? What day is it?' She thought as she struggled to get up from a bed that she didn't recognize as her own, managed to get her hand on a bell by the bedside and ring it once to call for a servant to deliver her something to drink.

'...What happened?' The woman narrowed her eyes as no-one came to serve her, and she crept sluggishly towards the door, feeling as if she'd been in a coma for a day or two. She then noticed that she had been clad in a revealing outfit, and became even more suspicious. 'Did I see a nightmare? I must have eaten something expired. Ha, there's no way my husband would accept to divorce me because of some contract without fighting for my sake first... '

She shook off the creeping feeling of dread and went to the wardrobe of the room, finding out more clothes of the same variety she currently wore. '...What? Is, um, did... I don't remember buying these...'

A revelation struck her as she recalled the antics of her son. 'Ah, I see. Hubby must have picked up on some of Riser's antics and got me some of the same clothes we saw one of his Peerage members wear... Yubelluna-chan, I believe?'

She walked out of the room after not finding any decent clothes and instead using [Power of Imagination] to create herself a simple, and temporary, deep crimson dress. 'I'll have to scold the servants who fail to attend to their master... But, first, something to drink.'

Lady Phenix walked through a few familiar corridors, wondering why she had been put to a wing that was usually occupied by Riser and more specifically his Peerage, and walked past a room... and stopped as she heard a chorus of vaguely cheer-like voices in it.

She backtracked to the door, glanced at the plaque and realized that it was one of the servant's breakrooms, and opened the door.

Lady Phenix paused as she saw a gaggle of maids and servants who had gathered around a plasma television showing a Rating Game in progress. 'What are these slackers doing?'

"Ahem!" Lady Phenix coughed, causing the maids to jump a bit in surprise, then turn towards her with a chorus of apologies and other assorted sounds. "What is going on here?"

"Um, my lady, there's a Rating Game between Tru... erm, Momon-sama and Serafall Leviathan-sama..." One of the maids explained guiltily. "I-it's a recording since the fight had concluded already, but... ahem..."

"You believed that your time would be better spent watching television than serving your master?" Lady Phenix's tone could have frozen ice and the maid-girl flinched hard. But there was a defiant fire behind her whipped look, making Lady Phenix a bit worried.

"Yes, my lady. Witnessing the True God's glory is worth more than- Mhght!" A hand was placed on the defiant maid-girl's mouth before she could complete her sentence, and she was dragged off by another girl.

"My apologies, my lady. We were at fault, and shall receive just punishment for our actions. How may we serve you?" A more elderly devil in butler's clothes turned to address Lady Phenix after the defiant maid had been dragged off.