On the X-axis we have cutting his head off or brutally murdering him, and on the Y-axis we have respectful duel or showing off that was my dilemma with writing this part
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???: RUN AWAY! RUN AW-AGH!!
???: NO!NO!NO!NO!N-AH!AHH!!
Screams kept echoing, a single man ignored them running lead by cheerful laughter
???: SPARE ME! SP-REHH!!
???: I SURREN-DAHH!!
???: PLEASE! NO! NO! NO-AGH!!
Even as these screams begged for mercy, this man still kept running even as his weak lungs burned and yearned for him to stop
???: FOR THE KIN-EEEHHH!!
???: DIE! MONSTE-
???: SORROUND IT! AIM BETWEEN THE AR-
???: REGROU-
As orders are shouted then silenced in cries, the man finally stops only because his body demands it
Hands on his knees wheezing for air the laughter dies once the screams go silent, footsteps replace the the silence
When a little girl no older than six runs under him grabbing at his hand
???: dad! come on!
(Y/n): Ro...syn...
Rosyn: dad, your too slow!
(Y/n): I...I have you...know young...lady...when I was...your age...I could run...fast.
You slowly catch your breath wheezing in-between words standing up letting her lead you
(Y/n): I was...just catching my breath...you know...dad's breathing...isn't th-that...great.
You've regained your breathing, yet still your wheezing remains as it always has
Rosyn: mommy says it's because you work too much
You smile with a wheeze laughing
(Y/n): ...I wish...that was why...could get better...if I retired...if I could...
Rosyn: mommy also says that if you work too hard...I might never see you again.
You stop at her words confused, noticing that you've stopped when she feels you tug back
Rosyn: dad?
(Y/n): why...why would...your mother...say that?
Rosyn: your always at work...so when you visit I'm already asleep from my treatments.
(Y/n): well...I-I work...hard to pay...for your...treatments...
As you look through tinted lens at your cheerful daughter not wearing any rebreathers, something wasn't right
(Y/n): Rosyn, where's your rebreather?
Rosyn: we got to hurry dad we're almost late.
She starts to pull your hand with both her own hands allowing yourself to be with strained chuckles
(Y/n)...why in...such a hur-gh...hurry.
Rosyn: mommy is already waiting.
(Y/n): waiting?
As you watch your cheerful daughter desperately try to pull you down the street does it dawn on you that she was alone
(Y/n): Rosyn...where is your mom?
Rosyn: at the hospital.
Your precious daughter points at the sign that says hospital, under the that one that also says hospital, the one across the street also saying hospital, and turning back all the signs say hospital
(Y/n): hospital...why there?
Rosyn: to see me.
(Y/n): to see...you? Rosyn...I can see you...right now...
Rosyn: did you forget, dad?
(Y/n): no...I didn't I...I could never...forget...that day...that day...
Tears well up in your eyes as you stop, her soft hand slipping free from yours turning around to see you crying
Rosyn: come on dad, we need to hurry before I leave.
(Y/n): don't go...
You start crying blurring your vision from the tears trapped in your gasmask reaching out to her
(Y/n): don't go...
Rosyn: why are you crying dad? I don't like it when daddy cries, please don't cry.
She runs to you hugging at your legs
(Y/n): I'm sorry... I don't want this...
Rosyn: daddy, don't cry.
She tightens the hug in hopes to make you feel better only to draw more tears
(Y/n): I don't want this...
Rosyn: please daddy, if you cry I'll cry
(Y/n): I don...my little girl...
Rosyn: I don't want you to cry, daddy.
You peel your gasmask off kneeling down to embrace her tightly, your breathing worsening
Rosyn: please, don't cry.
(Y/n): you...don't need to...cry...shhhh, dad...is here, my precious Moonlight...tomorrow is...going to be...better, tomorrow...we can go...home...tomorrow...
You stare down at the gasmask...at the reflection in the visor, only to see an empty battlefield riddled with bodies a lone knight wearing armor of a purple so dark it looks black standing tears dripping down it's own helm
Screams begin to fill the street, cries of mercy and those of orders grabbing the gasmask you put it back on and start running again
???: MOVE OUT OF THE WA-AGH!!
???: IT'S COMING RIG-!!
Screams kept echoing, as you ignored them running when you hear cheerful laughter following it
???: I WANT TO LIVE! I WAN-AGH!!
???: PLEASE! MOMM-AGH!!
???: MERCY! MERCY! MER-AH! AGH!!
Even as these screams begged for mercy, you still kept running even as your weak lungs burned and yearned for you to stop
???: DON'T TRY IT! IT'S TOO DAN-!!
???: EVERY MAN FOR HIMS-EGH!!
???: THE LEGS! AIM FOR THE LE-AGH!!
???: FIGHT FOR YOUR LIV-!!
As orders are shouted then silenced in cries, you finally stops only because your body demands it
Hands on your knees wheezing for air the laughter dies once the screams go silent, footsteps replace the the silence
When a little girl no older than six runs under you grabbing at your hand
???: dad! come on!
(Y/n): Ro...syn...
Rosyn: dad, your too slow!
(Y/n): I...I have you...know young...lady...when I was...your age...I could run...fast.
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Erethorn: AAAAAAAAGGGGHHH-
The screams of a young man who only wanted to make trinkets echo the battlefield, as his body is ripped off leaving his head to dangle from the spine
His killer stepping forward a purple aura grows around the contact corpses and dropped weapons drag across the ground those that couldn't escape the radius fall forward as they're being pulled towards the center
Anton, Justinian, Veers, Ruthen, Marneus, Jason, Darius, Vortigern, Kallus, Hector, Pact, Avery, and Tobias
Screaming and crying trying to crawl away from the Abomination until it ceases under a twist of the heel the grating of metal armor crushed and the tearing of clothing from broken bones
A single survivor crawls away only to be picked up by the leg, the Abomination's maw splitting open
Lorian: please...please...let me go...PLEASE!!
He falls, not into the beast's jaws, but onto the ground
He stands back up and begins to run
He doesn't know why he was let go when so many others were brutally killed, but he did not care
???: my precious Moonlight...tomorrow is going to be better...
He hears a broken voice, but before he could turn to look lightning strikes through his chest killing him
In the silence of the slaughter crying could still be heard, but the only thing still breathing was the monster stumbling in it's step towards it's next point of interest
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The Dark Young bleated as it stomp over already dead soldiers, their mangled corpses strewn about without a single drop of blood to be excreted
Ainz: 'so many dead...could've left some for the Dark Young, hopefully I didn't screw this up by letting (Y/n) free...'
He wasn't concern about your [Bloodlust] he knew the consequences of letting you indulge, no he was worried that you would ruin Ainz's plans
???: Lord Ainz...Lord Ainz...Lord-
Ainz: hm? ah, Sif apologies what is it?
He spoke to the rock with a carved rune
Sif: ...I'm worried about father.
He didn't answer immediately, looking past his fingers at the disemboweled corpses, then finally spoke up
Ainz: ...I understand your concerns, but I had to do this...I feared if I starved him of blood he would go cold turkey...he had already been finding his fix through Narberal.
Sif: he's been what?
Ainz: he thinks he's smart trying to keep it secret, but her devotion for him over me was what gave it away 'that and they're loud...'
Sif: and you let it happen, Lord Ainz?
Ainz: while it may be oblivious to many a Cursed Knight doesn't simply draw power from blood, but it's the mana within the blood that infuses them with strength...and makes them insane.
Sif: so in theory the blood of humans won't really do much for him, and that's what leads to...this.
Faust jumps over a pile of corpses, Sif holding tightly to his mane
Ainz: not necessarily this, but...yes, and Narberal while I am ashamed to do so was perfect as her blood while potent in mana would be enough to sate his thirst without going overboard, it's why I took his vials away.
Sif: his vials?
Ainz: they're elven blood some of the most potent blood available, that's why I gave them to you for safekeeping.
Sif: oh...
Ainz: is something the matter, Sif?
Sif: I apologize, Lord Ainz...I gave them to Sous-chef...I wanted to surprise father with a wine...
She winces expecting to be reprimanded
Ainz: I cannot fault you for that Sif, it is only natural that a daughter want to show their love for their father with a gift, once this is over I will have a word with Sous-chef over the vials, thank you for telling me Sif.
Sif: thank you, Lord Ainz...for understanding.
Ainz: next time you wish to do something for Gier let me know, I'll gladly assist you.
She smiles at his words, Faust barking in appreciation
Sif: you don't have to, Lord Ainz.
Ainz: ah ah, this is non-negotiable, young lady.
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Amidst the chaos caused by men desperately fleeing for their lives Gazef fixed his eyes ahead of him, and then slowly drew the national treasure of the Kingdom...Razor Edge
Every time he had drawn this coldly gleaming blade he had achieved victory, this sword was the proof of Gazef's triumph
However, the sword seemed terribly weak and fragile today he was tiny and insignificant compared to the Dark Young charging right at him
Gazef: if I let it past me, the king's main camp is next...I need to stop it here.
His face softened, as if mocking him for even trying to believe he could amount to ever damaging it
Gazef: only a few seconds...take his Majesty and flee, pave his way home with your lives.
He whispered these orders, like a prayer to the remaining soldiers
Who in his eyes were the strongest soldiers in the Kingdom to have stayed behind to protect their King, even if they were not worthy of protecting the King from the savagery of those monsters even if they put their lives on the line, all they could do was serve as meat shields that would crumble after one hit
They would die if the enemy hit them, but as long as they could make sure that hit was wasted on them, the King's life could be extended just a little more
Gazef: 'maybe it would work if eighty men were there to be shields...' I'm sorry.
He apologized to his subordinates even as the monster approached with uncanny speed, churning up sprays of flesh and gore in its wake
He knew that an apology to absent comrades was nothing more than comforting himself, to die having now spoken those words
As he felt the earth trembling under his feet, Gazef exhaled forcefully
He gripped the sword in his hands tightly, and raised it
Compared to that vast body that crushed humans into red paste, his sword seemed utterly useless
If a ferocious bear pounced him, he could evade its first blow and strike off its head
Yet, in front of the Dark Young, his chances of survival seemed very low indeed
Gazef he steadied his breath, but as he did a dramatic change appeared in the flow of people around him
Until now they had gone in all directions, but now it seemed like they were moving to avoid Gazef creating a clear path between Gazef and the Dark Young
The Dark Young continued splattering humans under it's hoofs as it closed in
He activated a martial art [Sense Weakness], he studied its body for where he could attack for the best results
However...
Gazef: it has no weaknesses...
He did not know if that was because it truly had no weaknesses, or because it was so much more powerful than him that he could not read them
He had expected that much activating another martial art
A secret move, a technique that strengthened his extrasensory perceptions, [Possibility Sense]
The difference in their physical abilities was so vast that it made no difference if he shrunk a gap of miles by an inch or two through augmenting his own physical attributes, instead he decided to rely on something else perhaps his sixth sense might be more effective
Gazef: come, beast.
The Dark Young seemed to have heard the challenge, and set a course straight for Gazef the distance between the two shrank dramatically
Gazef was afraid, he could not deny what he truly felt if it was at all possible he would have liked to flee with the surrounding soldiers
Even after activating [Possibility Sense], he could not feel anything
As the Dark Young closed in, he studied its form in greater detail
Judging by the way its hooves remained undamaged it was likely that normal swords would not be able to deal any harm to it the deep prints it left in the ground where it stepped its weight would instantly kill anyone it was applied to
The more he learned about it, the more his fear of it grow
Right now, Gazef was exposed to a terror far more intense than those of the soldiers fleeing willy-nilly around him, but he could not turn back
The Kingdom's strongest warrior could not flee., he cancelled [Possibility Sense], and calmed his breathing
The Dark Young closed in, it was close enough that the clods of dirt kicked up by its hooves could reach Gazef
It ignored the soldiers around it, like they were nothing but crawling worms, and headed straight for Gazef
He was ready, when a blue arc of energy slices right through the Dark Young and a wave of tar burst out the opposite end
It struggles to find it's footing before collapsing into a sludge of tar, looking to the origin of the blue arc he spots a foul creature as it makes a deadline for him
While it wasn't an eldritch being it still carried an imposing aura as it charged on all fours with two extra pair of limbs on it's back one carrying a sword that awfully resembled Razor Edge
His eyes quickly scanning the Abomination, it's fully armored body revealing no gaps, but it snarled exposing it's teeth and revealing his chance focusing on it's maw sword held horizontal
When a bat like dog creatures steps before him riding atop this creature was a girl with wolf ears sticking atop her head, but these features didn't concern him as the girl now stood between him and a charging beast, and instinct kicked in reaching for the girl
Gazef: 'this...this girl is apart of Lord Gown's entourage...and so is this thing, yet it...'
He knew now, as he raised Razor Edge his spare hand pushing the wolfen girl out of the way, he understood that the real threat did not come from reasonable men
No, the real threat were from those that couldn't be reasoned with
The Abomination now stood on two legs and brought it's sword down on him blades clashing against each other using all his strength to fight back dirt piling up behind his soles as he's pushed back
When the weight on him is lessened, except a clawed hand grabbing at his chest plate lifting him off the ground before slamming him straight into the dirt dragged across
A ditch created in his path raised once more and slammed breaking the line before he's finally let go a heeled greave pressed atop his chest sword raised above him
???: you...dare...touch her!!
???: Gier...
Straining his neck he looks past your greaves at Ainz, floating down until he lands next to Sif, and whether it was because he was winded or this truly was Ainz, his eyes met with two red beads within the sockets of a skull
Ainz: I think that's enough
You blink...and when you do your eyes begin to burn, your helm splitting apart to reveal your bloodshot eyes rubbing at them to ease the pain only for more tears to escape you
Removing your foot off of Gazef allows him to move, as he makes to stand he stops when Sif walks up thinking he did something wrong
Only to see her grab at your free hand, lowering your arms she smiles letting her hand go the plates slide up your forearm freeing your hand to caress her ears gently
(Y/n): my precious Moonlight, always at my side.
Gazef chuckles, then breaks into a grunt of pain when he feels his shoulder...broken
Gazef: heh...next time...I won't get between a father and his daughter.
(Y/n): Gazef Stronoff, we meet again...
Gazef: I don't recall you...unless, Silver Knight
(Y/n): I regret having worn that armor when we first met, Stronoff
You sighed, remembering that fateful day never knowing this would be the way you two meet again...without hiding who you were
(Y/n): I bet seeing me wear something so pristine and pure must have given you some belief that I was a honorable man.
Gazef: hah! you say that now, but not long I thought you some mindless beast that only desired carnage...once again you prove me wrong, you truly are a man of surprises, Silver Knight...or Lord Gier...
He stands finally and bows to Sif with a grunt of pain
Gazef: Gazef Stronoff, Warrior-Captain, my Lady.
Sif: ah, Sif Great Wolf of Nazarick, it is an honor Warrior-Captain Sir...thank you for saving me, even if there was no danger present.
Ainz: this is quite touching.
Gazef: Lord Ainz Ooal Gown, so you weren't human after all.
No wonder the Theocracy's special forces were dealt with so easily whilst he struggled, the carnage of his slaughtered countrymen where a grim tale of the power these two had
???: Sir Stronoff!!
He kept his eye on you three, he knew who it was by the hoarseness of the voice as the familiar pair came running
Gazef: are you two alright?
He turned his gaze to them at last Climb and Brain were unhurt, and Climb's pure white armor had not been so much as stained, a stroke of luck
Climb: I'm glad your safe!
Brain: I didn't think you would die, and turns out you didn't...however it's not over yet, right?
So focused on Gazef they soon joined his line of sight looking at you three
Climb: that is...
Brain: it can only be, Climb...the monster who rules over other monsters, that is Ainz Ooal Gown.
Climb: that is...that is...how shall I say this...I-I'm sorry.
He fought to keep a stiff expression, but his body betrayed him as it shuddered in anticipation
Brain: don't worry Climb this is nothing to be ashamed of...or rather, it can't be helped! who knew that today I would fall lower down the ladder to another person whose strength surpasses all rational sense! What has my life become ever since that day!
Brain radiated a powerful fighting spirit taking a stance surprising Gazef at his facial expression, which was casual and easy and did not suit the situation
Climb: I-I mustn't run away either!!
The two stood at Gazef's side
Distant screams echoed over, and only this place was desolate in leu of your [Bloodlust] ending, creating an eerie silence
Your eyes left Gazef, flying over Brain, then landing of Climb who held a blush on his face
Following his eyes they land on Sif, releasing a growl resembling a gator bellow spooking the poor boy
Ainz: quit it, Gier...you're looking quite lively, Sir Stronoff.
Gazef: I could say the same to you, Lord Gown...ah, would that be a problem, to say you're lively? after all if you stopped being a human after we parted ways back then, it would be terribly rude.
Ainz: ahaha no, I have not changed since that time...truly, it has been a long time Sir Stronoff ever since Carne Village.
Gazef: indeed it has, Lord Gown...then, permit me to ask why have you sought me out? Lord Gier was to cut me down till you intervened, could it be that you found a familiar face on the battlefield and decided to meet me?
Ainz: yes, I don't like fancy talk and beating around the bush is not appropriate for this place, so...I'll get right to it.
Ainz slowly raised a skeletal hand, a gesture of friendship
Ainz: become my subordinate.
In that instant, Gazef's eyes widened into circles at the same time, one could hear Brain and Climb on both sides of him gulping audibly
Who could have imagined that such a mighty magic caster could say such a thing to him
Ainz: if you do...
Managing to somehow snap his skeletal fingers, the Dark Young stopped their rampage
Ainz: look around you.
Gazef: I see, they've stopped.
The way they hung motionless in the air, halfway through stomping down, made them look like statues
Ainz: this is only temporary, what happens after this will depend on your decision...if you refuse I will give orders to these lambs once more, I trust I don't need to tell you what those orders are
Gazef stared dumbly at Ainz, even if he forced Gazef to swear allegiance to him by using hostages, the bond would lack loyalty, and it would be courting betrayal from within
Still, there had to be some reason why he, a being who could command an army like this, was interested in Gazef alone
Ainz: how about it? Gazef Stronoff, enter my service.
Ainz extended his bony hand, if he took that hand he would save many lives
Gazef's heart wavered mightily, he had been granted the chance to save the lives of the Kingdom's people
However, Gazef could not take that hand...it was a poor decision, that choice would only satisfy his ego.
A hundred out of a hundred people would curse Gazef for a fool, even so Gazef could not do anything that would betray the Kingdom
Gazef firmly shook his head in refusal
Gazef: I refuse, I am the sword of the King...he has shown me his kindness, and I cannot compromise on this.
Ainz: even if in the end your choice costs more lives? you risked your life to challenge a mighty foe at Carne Village, will you now throw others' lives away that you could have saved?
Gazef's heart felt like it was being carved by a knife, but even then Gazef Stronoff still could not take Ainz Ooal Gown's hand
The Kingdom's Warrior-Captain could not betray the King, that was the extent of Gazef's loyalty
His irritation building in the face of the silent Gazef, Ainz shrugged
Ainz: such a foolish man, then-
Gazef did not allow him to complete the sentence, but turned his blade on Ainz
In doing so, Moonlight grew it's astral blade in your hands and Brain gripped his katana, Despereaux pulsed to life with a flame once Sif's rune activated and Climb gulped pointing his sword at her, and Faust growled his slobber steaming of his jowls
Ainz: what?
His grit his teeth in pain, the broken arm you caused didn't even feel like it mended with the power of the Talisman, trying to hold Razor Edge up
Ainz taking note
Yet he pushed through, Gazef's entire body radiated fighting spirit
Gazef: Lord Gown, as one who has benefited from your kindness, I wish to apologize for this disresepctful act...I wish to request a one-on-one duel with you.
Ainz's face was a fleshless skull, but even through body motion Gazef could suffice his request left him speechless
Ainz: ...are you serious?
Gazef: naturally.
Ainz: ...you will die.
Gazef: there is no doubt of that.
Ainz: if you knew, then why do so? I had no intention of killing you at first...are you suicidal?
Gazef: I did not think so at first, no.
Ainz: ...what are you thinking? I cannot understand your logic...if you believed you could win and challenged me, I could understand it...if you thought there was a chance of victory under the circumstances, that would be reasonable as well...however you firmly believe that you will lose, have you lost the ability to make proper decisions?
Gazef: the enemy king stands before me, and he is within the reach of my sword...is it not natural to see if I can take the head that presents itself?
Ainz: it is true that the physical distance between us is very small...however it seems to me that there is an overwhelming gulf between us, am I wrong?
Below his feet, in front of him was the trench created by his body from being dragged across the ground
If he couldn't even hold himself against you, a warrior just like him, what says a mage with power beyond comprehension
Gazef: that may be so, Lord Gown.
Ainz: are you pushing your luck because I said I did not want to kill you?
Gazef laughed
Gazef: certainly not, I simply wish to do what I, as the Warrior-Captain of the Kingdom, should do...that is all I was thinking.
Ainz: if I accept your challenge, you do realize that you would go against me with a hinder...I will slay you without mercy? it is only to be expected.
Gazef: indeed it is.
Ainz: so that's how it will be... even after I've said all this, you refuse to change your mind, what a shame...as a collector, it is a poor thing to have to destroy a rare specimen...then, Sword of your King...you may duel against my Blade of Nazarick.
Misfortune struck Gazef once more, if only Ainz had been alone in front of him
On top of that Ainz's pride as a mighty individual meant that he would not order the Dark Young into action, he had trapped him
Ainz already stood at a height that he could not reach with both hands, but as a magic caster he was poor in close combat...he understood his limitation, and he himself couldn't go with smiting Gazef
Yet if he wasn't going to duel him, then maybe he would call the duel off
Gazef: Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown! My name is Gazef Stronoff, Warrior-Captain of the Kingdom of Re-Estize! I accept your duel against Lord Gier, Blade of Nazarick!!
Ainz turned to you, and you merely fixed your posture if that is what he wanted then...a duel he'll shall get it
Brain: Gazef!!
Climb: Warrior-Captain...
Gazef did not heed them, and continued speaking
Gazef: if you find it acceptable, Sorcerer King...I pray you will find these two suitable witnesses for our combat.
Ainz shrugged, and Gazef nodded in response
Brain: wait wait a minute! hang on, Gazef! I can always die alongside you! don't go alone! my lord Sorcerer King! please, I beg you! I know this is shameless beyond belief, but this is a heartfelt request! please allow us both to face Lord Gier! I know it won't inconvenience him in the slightest!!
His carefree expression broke, it was as Gazef expected
Beneath that façade was that of a warrior that had embraced his fate to die beside Gazef at the hands of the monstrous
However, Gazef could not accept it
Gazef: Brain Unglaus! do you wish to stain my conviction as a warrior?
(Y/n): ...who knows, Stronoff...they could even the odds.
Gazef: please don't, this duel is with me, you two stay out of it.
(Y/n): haha...now why is this familiar.
You scratch at Sif's ears one last time stepping before Ainz looking straight at Gazef and his entourage
(Y/n): ah, yes...very familiar, so this is what it feels like...to be on the opposite end.
A dragon could overpower the giant, a dragon could chase the shadow, a dragon could burn the demon, but an insect...an insect surpasses the dragon
(Y/n): very well, I accept your proposal...
Brain's knees crumpled, and he collapsed to the ground ripples in the river of blood below him from tears
(Y/n): any chance of resurrection will be null, any injury I inflict cannot be healed through magic.
He chuckled then grunted in pain, no wonder his shoulder still felt like a bunch of needs prickling him
Gazef: there is no need for that, I do not wish to be brought back to life....I hear your fond of blood, your welcome to it afterwards if you wish.
You smiled, and it was genuine by way it tore at your cheeks
Everyone only had one life, to stake one's life meant so much...that was Gazef's philosophy
In addition, if Gazef died then the King could spread the news that he had lost an important subject
That way the King could temper the hatred and resentment which the people would feel towards the royal family for all the deaths in this battle
This was a final act of loyalty from the Kingdom's Warrior-Captain, who had chosen to act selfishly
Ignoring the surprised stares around him, Gazef smiled calmly
Gazef: then let us begin, you two I hope you will bear witness to my final battle
There was just one thing left
Ainz: Gier...if you may.
You already held your sword in a weird manner, that of icepick style, and hand him Moonlight his hand beginning to steam
Ainz: then Sir Stronoff, could you let me take a look at that sword? I wish to quickly look over it.
Ainz made that request like he was asking about the weather
Enchanted swords could have all kinds of abilities imbued into them, examining one would be like revealing the inner workings of one's strategy
By common sense, nobody would ever agree to that proposal
Climb was not the only person who had thought that way, which was why Brain's eyes also went wide at what happened next
Gazeff turned his sword in similar fashion to you and presented the hilt to Ainz
Brain: Gazef! have you completely given up on winning?!
Gazef: Brain! don't say such rude things! the Sorcerer King is nothing like that.
Ainz held the swords and cast a spell, after that he laughed happily
Two swords, almost identical
Appearance wise, Razor Edge's hilt was a solid gold piece the smooth grip had enough space for single or dual hand the guard held the most complexity and the blade used a diamond ridge design with a exotic solid azure color
Moonlight's was more extravagant with a hilt styled for two handed style combat, which you rarely did, the upper grip a solid leather piece while the lower handle was a overlap of metal sections bandages were wrapped around the guard and proceeded up into the blade covering much of the fuller a nice pure silver, but when activated a teal astral blade encompassed the silver one
In comparison to power, they were...dangerously similar
Ainz: what a marvelous sword.
Ainz returned the swords hilt-first, the same way they were given to him
Ainz: Sir Stronoff, how much of this sword's power do you know?
Gazef: I fully understand it, this sword has an unreal sharpness that can cut metal like paper.
Ainz: incorrect, that is only a fraction of the sword's power.
Gazef: ...what? what do you mean, Sorcerer King?
Ainz: well, this sword and Moonlight are almost like twins, in short, a weapon with the potential to injure us
(Y/n): 'bullshit! Moonlight is a one of a kind!!'
Ainz: something like that is the absolute minimum condition for a duel, without a weapon that can harm this would be nothing more than an execution...sorry for comparing you to the rats that entered my fortress.
He suddenly produced a short sword out of thin air and without hesitation, he dragged the edge of the gleaming blade across his face in a forceful slice, however it did not leave so much as a scratch
Ainz: weakly enchanted objects like this short sword cannot harm us, but it's imbued with about as much data or rather as much mana as that sword you bear, Sir Stronoff...however your sword could potentially harm us in clear defiance of what I know to be true.
He tosses you the short sword catching it in your free hand and instantly the leather begins to mold and the metal rusts until it fully deteriorates in your hand
Ainz: there is a saying, what happens when the irresistible force meets the immovable object?
(Y/n): 'did you just quote Superman?'
Ainz: 'quiet' I think we've found our answer, could I request that sword after the duel?
Gazef smiled thinly
Gazef: forgive me for refusing, but this sword is a national treasure.
(Y/n): are you certain, Stronoff...should you win, you have Moonlight at your disposal...and I assure you, it is superior in every form and fashion.
Gazef: I am flattered, but I will not strip your Kingdom of it's own treasures...as I hope you will not mine.
(Y/n): good, I don't think it would've worked in your hands anyways.
Gazef: my sincere apologies, Sorcerer King...my deepest thanks, Lord Gier.
Your helm reforms sliding Moonlight back into it's scabbard
Ainz: five meters, gentlemen.
You two obey his parameters taking a step back
Ainz: that should be about five meters, and...because there's no countdown, we will need a signal...you, in the white armor, you may have the honor find something to start us off.
Having been suddenly named, Climb shuddered
Gazef: Climb, please.
Climb: I-I have a magical hand bell here, I'll ring it and it will signal the start.
Ainz: it will do.
Gazef raised his sword, as if his shoulder wasn't broken managing to point it directly center your visor, strength suffused every fiber of his being
In the eyes of Climb who stood behind him, Gazef's body seemed to grow larger before his eyes his was an overwhelming fighting spirit
He had never seen the true pressure the Kingdom's Warrior-Captain could exert, yet his body seemed distant and illusory like a mirage
(Y/n): try to touch me, if you dare...
You muttered to yourself hand resting on the pommel of Moonlight, before you didn't stand Gazef
In his place stood you, and where you stood you could imagine Touch Me as you prepared for your...a chuckle escapes you, so many duels that you've lost count and the only one you recall...is the only one you won
Gazef: apologies, Bram...I guess we'll never have that duel.
You heard his whispers
(Y/n): Sir Stronoff...
Awaiting Climb to ring his bell he relaxes his nerves closing his eyes
His main concern was your speed, can't do anything if you moved faster than he could react meaning he would have to play defensively, but with a broken shoulder he couldn't do that either
This meant that this would a short duel, one where movements and strikes needed to be precise in order to end win
If you swung from below he would have to step back once you've left yourself open swing at yours arms in hopes of disarming you and go for the killing blow
If you swung from above he would deflect the sword and swing for your neck to hopefully end the duel quickly or at least jump onto your back and stab repeatedly
If you thrust forward using Razor Edge to grind against your sword from your right he could potentially use this momentum to carry the sword into an upwards swing and decapitate you
He also thought of the possibility of magic...he smirked, he would simply have to brunt the magic as he has no effective way to counter it
These were his main strategies, the few he could think in the short seconds he had, as Climb rang his bell
Gazef: 'these will do.'
He smiles opening his eyes with a warrior's roar
Gazef: -
Blood sprays into the air with shattered bits of metal, half his face joining the fountain of red
Blood spewed out with shards of bone where his right shoulder once remained as the limb hit the ground flooding the dirt in his blood, his hand still attached to Razoredge pulls the sword down with it
The weight pulls his body forward the other half of his head still attached waves in the air before crumpling flat on the ground his body landing in an uncomfortable position with the sword under him
Finally the shattered half of his crest hits the ground shattering further followed by the half of his face determination still written upon the flab of meat
Climb blinks looking down at his once pristine armor now stained in the blood of his mentor past the bell that finally finished ringing blood dripping around the brim at the severed half face of Gazef
Brain still kept his eye on you even as blood dripped from his brow, he knew the chances of Gazef winning were slim, but maybe if he kept his focus on you Gazed would still be standing...it was mere delirium so he refused to blink or look away
Ainz looked away, disappointed
Sif could only stare curiously, she did not know this man yet he risked his life for hers survived, and then died at the hands of her father, perhaps pity she thought this man was so important that Lord Ainz wanted to recruit him
(Y/n): a worthy attempt.
Reaching into the void you retrieve a rag cleaning Moonlight of his blood, before gently laying it atop his corpse
Ainz: ...seeing how he made a challenge with no chance of winning reminded me of that time, as a sign of respect for the Warrior-Captain I will call off the Dark Young...his body will be returned to you after it is properly prepared.
Brain: no, there's no need for that...we...we will bring Gazef back...there's no need to trouble you.
A Dark Young made it's way over offering a tentacle for him to sit upon
Ainz: cede E-Rantel and the surrounding areas to me without delay and these lambs will not frolic through the royal capital, tell the King this when you see him again.
The Dark Young turned and left, and the other three Dark Young also began making their way back to the Imperial castrum
Sif climb back atop Faust and rode, whilst your wings sprouted flapping into the air
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Everyone looked forward to the coming of spring the peasants could feel the earth coming back to life under their feet, and city residents welcomed spring as well because they would not need to spend extra on heating their homes
However, the first day of spring in E-Rantel was silent
The main streets were empty, and it's people held their breaths those with homes facing the street peeked through the small gaps in the shutters and doors
Today was the day when E-Rantel would be officially ceded to Ainz Ooal Gown and become a city of the Kingdom of Nazarick
The first city gate opened, and bells of welcome filled the silences...after much time had passed the second gate opened, and the bells echoed through the city once more
The residential zone of the city
The residents of E-Rantel were afraid, but they had not fled was because they knew that even if they ran all that awaited them was a life of despair
Even if they were masters or expert tradesmen in E-Rantel, in other cities they would have to start over as apprentices
Cities with long histories had a seniority system, outsiders who were new to the city would naturally need to start from the lowest...most of them would not be able to find a proper job, and they would live and die as paupers in the slums
However, if their lives were in danger they would choose to flee, that was only to be expected
After all, the gossip about the new ruler, no...their new king, was that he was a fearsome being
They said he was a magic caster who massacred the Royal Army
They said he was a cold-blooded being who looked like one of the undead
They said he was a monster that enjoyed letting his lapdog bathe in the fresh blood of children
The rumors circulating were all of this nature with hardly a single positive word about him
And so, everyone hid behind their doors planning to spy on Ainz Ooal Gown from between the gaps in their windows
Eventually, Ainz Ooal Gown's procession arrived on the main street, all who saw him lost the power of speech...he was a being who matched the rumors circulating about him
The first person they saw could still be considered alright, at the head of the contingent was a giant of man easily reaching the second stories of the buildings
Fully embraced in a suit of black leather with black chainmail sewn across for a layer of protection, another layer of black armored plates that shone purple in the sun's rays with a red glow emanating underneath the plates made a second layer somehow remaining put
Behind this giant of man were two groups of warrios, differentiated by the styles of armor they wore
The first group was a corps of death knights, with their massive frames covered in full black plate armor carrying a tower shield in their left and a flamberge in their right, and of course a crimson flame of hatred filling their eye sockets
The second group was a band of death warriors, a random assort of undead varying in weapon types swords, crossbows, spears, and much more donning leather armor with strips of arcane runes
Everyone could feel an overwhelming power radiating from these groups, but as the palanquin carried by several of these beings came into view...the shock they had already experienced was blown away by an even greater one
An undead being sat on the palanquin, an overwhelming aura of death floated around him a black mist that roiled like a maelstrom
Everyone's instincts immediately told them who this was, it was Ainz Ooal Gown
We cannot possibly survive under the rule of this monster, dangerous does not even begin to describe how our lives will be...were some of the many thoughts that entered the residents, suddenly the sound of a door opening carried through the air
The citizens of E-Rantel pressed their eyes to their gaps and slits to peek outside in order to see what was going on, what they saw was the form of a running child
He held something in his hand and he was sprinting towards Ainz Ooal Gown's parade of inhuman beings, behind him his pale-faced mother was chasing him
???: give me back my daddy!!
The boy's young voice echoed through the streets, the giant armored man turning around
???: give me back my daddy! you monster!!
The boy threw something, it was a rock
The rock flew toward the parade, its target was probably Ainz Ooal Gown
No one would know, as the rock was trapped between two armored claws brought up to the helm of the giant man
(Y/n): has no one taught you to never throw rocks at people, lad?
Behind him his mother looked like her soul had left her body, she knew what would happen to them now
You stepped forward, the boy's mother embraced him from behind as her body shuddered desperately trying to conceal and protect his body in her arms
???: h-he's just a boy! please, I beg you! I beg you to forgive him!
You finish observing the stone dropping it, you reached for Moonlight, the blade alone towering the mother
The residents enamored by the beauty of the sword could easily imagine the use of such an extravagant sword
???: please! spare my son, even if it's just my son! take my life, do anything you want to me! please!!
You raised Moonlight, the mother could only embrace her child tighter, the boy in his mother's arms did not seem to realize that he would soon be slain
However, anyone watching knew that the child's short life would end in a scant few seconds...yet, nobody was willing to step forward to save him
Although they wanted to turn from the impending tragedy, nobody could pull their eyes away
Both mother and child were transfixed by the beauty that was Moonlight
The blade whistles cutting through the air, cracking the ground making both flinch as it digs into the stone
You use Moonlight to kneel down reaching into the void pulling out a wooden figure
(Y/n): I can't bring back your father, lad...but know that your father died protecting you, and that tomorrow...
Your helm splits, exposing your human face to them with a practiced smile
(Y/n): tomorrow is going to be better.
You offer the boy the wooden figure of a knight, slowly he reaches out for it grasping it tenderly
You picked up your sword abruptly, the mother crying in fear at the clash of metal rang out sparks raining around them the earth rumbling
The source of that sound was a thrown great sword protruding from the ground, separating mother and son from you seeing your reflection on that black blade, and them behind it...struck at your nerves
That sword, and it's wielder, was known to every person on the street
He was a living legend, your helm reformed
He was an invincible warrior, anger boiling within you
He was a gentle hero, you pulled the sword out
As they beheld the entrance of the only being who could save the pitiful pair, the people cried the name of the swordsman in their hearts
The name of the Dark Warrior, Momon
A man clad in jet-black armor slowly emerged from one end of the alley one of his hands was already holding a sword, and the battle-ready Momon faced you
(Y/n): are you some kind of savage to attack me in the street?!
'Momon' stands silent, in truth Pandora's Actor didn't know what to do this wasn't in the script
'Momon': even if you lecture me, I won't allow you to harm the people.
(Y/n): harm them? I am not the one throwing sword, is this what you call saving people?
You throw the great sword 'Momon' blocks it with a swing reaching for the hilt mid-air, the hilt sparks purple and it returns to your hand
'Momon': can't fault me, I'm not the one with the undead army.
Leaving the mother and son you approached him, 'Momon' deftly spun the swords in his hands and took a fighting stance at you
You simply responded with his great sword rusting letting it drag across the street leaving a trail of rust
'Momon': what of your Lord?
Pandora's Actor tries to remind you of the original plan
(Y/n): what about him
The blade fully breaks off hitting the ground with a cloud of dust, tossing the hilt to the side
Stopping millimeters before him, craning your neck to even look at him
The spectators originally believed that the winner of this confrontation would be 'Momon', but the battle aura radiating from the two of them denied it...they could feel that you were radiating an aura greater than 'Momon'
Depending on perspective, someone fortunately disrupted the impending conflict
The one to do so was Ainz Ooal Gown himself, by the power of magic he soundlessly flew up from the palanquin and landed behind before putting a hand on your elbow
Ainz: 'what are you doing?'
(Y/n): 'I'm gonna kill him.'
Ainz: '...please don't, just stick to what we planned...please.'
You stabbed Moonlight back into the ground
(Y/n): ...I have not yet heard your name, speak it.
'Momon': I am Momon.
(Y/n): I see, Momon...Do you think you can defeat us?
'Momon': no, I cannot.
Despair filled the hearts of all who heard these words, that even the great hero could only kill one of those monsters
'Momon': and besides...if I fought with all my strength, many innocents would be caught up in our battle...I cannot do such a thing.
(Y/n): so you aren't entirely moronic, hero...Lord Ainz has a proposal for you, and you can refuse...surrender and swear fealty to us as a warrior of Nazarick.
'Momon': are you kidding me?
He stabs his sword into ground his knees buckling underneath him
(Y/n): you can refuse if you want, but I need not tell you the consequence of such a decision.
'Momon': gh...and what sort of work...will you have me do?
(Y/n): ruling a city with despair and bloodshed is not a sustainable form of government...as such we will not...but even if we said this the people here would not believe it, with you at our side they may think twice.
'Momon': ...what sort of work is that?
(Y/n): eventually rocks thrown will be the least of our concerns, at that point we will have you remove their heads...in exchange, you may see that we will not mistreat the innocents of this city
'Momon': I see...so, I will be a watchman who will stand by his side?
(Y/n): no, you will be responsible for eliminating traitors, thus you will be a representative of the people second enforcer first.
'Momon': I have no intention of swearing myself to the service of evil.
(Y/n): if you will not pledge your sword, then you shall be slain here and now as a rabid dog, no matter how many people we have to kill to get to you.
'Momon': I intend to travel, and I had no intention of being anyone's subordinate...
(Y/n): ...I'll be merciful, let's start with the elderly.
'Momon': wait! don't jump to conclusions, I haven't made my decision yet...I have a partner, what will happen to her?
(Y/n): then she must pledge herself to us as well, there can be no other answer.
'Momon': Bram von Cainhurst...he went to war, didn't return...do you hold him prisoner?
(Y/n): we don't keep prisoners.
'Momon': I see, I'm sorry old friend...the old me might have put travelling as a higher priority...but it seems I've gotten attached to this city, will it be alright if I don't kneel?
(Y/n): no, kneel like a good dog.
His arms give out falling to his knees and with a kick he skids to the side back slamming against the wall of a home
(Y/n): I hope you enjoy being the people's lapdog.
'Momon': gh...grh I understand...but remember that if you harm the people of the city for no reason, this sword will be aimed at you and your master.
(Y/n): in that case, when the people of this city rise up in revolt, I hope that sword will also be pointed at those who rebel...otherwise, I will.
Clenching your hand in a purple aura his armor begins to groan as it begins to contort and collapse in itself
(Y/n): I look forward to the time when this city will rise up against us, and to your agonized face as you execute its people.
You stop releasing him from your grip
(Y/n): we shall be going ahead first, do join up with us afterwards for celebration.
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Your spurs jingle at the tap of Ainz's staff within the empty halls of the manor
(Y/n): it's going to be a while until E-Rantel's people adjust to our rule.
He turns to look at you reading reports, the city has barely been under Nazarick's control for a few hours and countless issues have arisen
Ainz: I understand that they won't accept out rule instantly.
(Y/n): even though we demanded this transition of power to be smooth, those filthy rats didn't account for the chicken scratches they call bureaucracy...
Ainz: is it that bad?
(Y/n): this report is months old.
Ainz: that bad...
He waves his staff the doors to the newly sanctioned throne room open with the Guardians and battle Maids already waiting kneeling at your presence
(Y/n): at least with Neu Aztlan I could work with a clean slate, this...this requires thorough reworking.
Rolling the reports you stuff them back into your messy inventory taking your place at Ainz's right...except he's still at the bottom of the stairs
(Y/n): Ainz?
Ainz: you have done much for Nazarick, Gier...and I've been thinking, a King does rule over a council...
He finally ascends up the stairs standing before you offering the throne
Ainz: ...I am granting you the Duchy of E-Rantel.
(Y/n): I'm sorry, what? Ainz, I already rule over Neu Aztlan.
Ainz: and I know you'll do fine, besides with your control over both cities you will be able to build upon each other.
(Y/n): 'and giving me more work.'
Ainz: 'you'll get someone to do it for you, I know you.'
You smile
(Y/n): 'bastard.'
Ainz: take a seat...you've earned it.
Resting Moonlight against the throne, you sat down overlooking the Guardians with Ainz at your side
Ainz: how does it feel.
(Y/n): ...this...feels strange.
Ainz: Guardians, I ask of you, does Gier not deserve a title like me?
(Y/n): 'what are you playing at?'
Ainz: 'just enjoy it' we are no longer hidden, as such Gier too with need a title representing his place in the Kingdom, does anyone have any suggestions?
Shalltear: allow me, Lord Ainz...
She rose her hand Ainz tipping his staff in affirmation
Shalltear: the name we choose should obviously indicate Lord Gier's voracious appetite for women...
(Y/n): 'what the fuck, Satoru!!'
Ainz: 'oh this is fun.'
Shalltear: I feel the Vanquishing Voivode is fitting.
Aura: oh, me! meee!! the name should highlight Lord Gier's dragon power! how about the Grand Draconic Duke, or Draconic Duke for short?
Sif: not many know father is an actual dragon and it would best that way...hm.
You wait intently for her suggestion, as she is your daughter after all
Sif: father's speed is legendary as such we should allude to it, the Lightning Lord.
Ainz: 'Gier, Lightning Lord...not bad.'
Many seem to agree with that one, but there are still many voices to be heard
Mare: th-then, m-may I try? erm...because Lord Gier is strong, it might be important let people know th-then maybe we could try, the Venerable Viscount.
Ainz: 'all these sound cool, what do you think (Y/n)?'
(Y/n): 'I don't know...'
Demiurge: as for me...to praise Lord Gier's martial prowess, I propose the Martial Marquis.
(Y/n): 'I'm already a Marquis.'
Ainz: 'yes, but at the moment the People's Noble is currently MIA.'
Albedo: what do you think, Sebas?
Sebas: Lord Gier is a simple man with simple demands, Duke will simply do.
Albedo: then it is my turn...because he is the Supreme Being who stands to inherit the Kingdom, I think the Sovereign Prince would be appropriate.
The Guardians once more murmured in approval, you look to Ainz as he merely stands at your side enjoying the sight of them trying to pick a title name for your rule
Once silent everyone's eyes rested on the only Guardian who had not yet spoken
Albedo: how about you, Cocytus? although it might be a bit difficult to compete with Sovereign Prince, do you have any titles you feel are fitting of Lord Gier?
Cocytus: in the future, Lord Gier shall lead the Kingdom of Nazarick's many armies to victory, such a responsibility requires an iron will and he is that man, who is always in control of the situation and if needed shall be it's shield against the Kingdom's enemies...therefore, he is the Lord of Iron, the Iron Duke.
The Guardians did not reply immediately, however all of them looked to you
It may not have rhymed, but not everything needed to and besides...it had a nice ring to it
(Y/n): 'Gier, He Who Consumes Darkness, Dark Avarice, Praetorian of Nazarick, The Iron Duke' yes, I like that one.
From the look in their eyes, they all seemed to agree with you, although Albedo seemed a little disappointed.
Ainz: very well, Lord of Iron what is your first decree
You stand up from the throne with a smile
(Y/n): bread and circus.