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Using her pack mates and message spells to get everyone to clear the camp as quickly as possible. Struggling to breathe as her lover in this madness attack trying to get far away. Kathrin could not allow this! Clawing and biting back to pin him down, not allowing him to vanish like the other supreme beings into the night. Allowing her love bites and claw marks to form if she couldn’t calm him down, then this could just be rough lovemaking marking her love as hers allowing her feral instincts to take hold.
Kathrin had a sense of overall relief as she finally managed to pin her lord physically, seeing the pain and grief roll off him like a fog of misery. They needed no words to understand the deep love and trust in the eyes of each other. It was a kind of moment she had only dreamed of as the pressure of the mana filled the void around them, building with their moments up to agonizing levels. Mixing with waves of pleasure filling both Kathrin’s and her lord's being.
Caressing each other while she had no idea what this spell would do? She knew that she would stay through it just as lord Kyuketsuki remained till the end of YGGDRASIL. Never losing her grip even as her claws dug in through his armor into his flesh. Just as his long nails cut into her armor shelled hips
Kathrin was amazed as the madness apparent enough for him to try fighting harder to get up and dislodge from Kathrin's hips and away as if this spell was dangerous to her. She pushed down with her whole body as the mana in the air peaked, staring into those eyes filled with a storm of emotions. His long tongue reaching up, wrapping around her neck, pulling her close.
“I love you, please don’t leave.” She could hear and see the inner struggle of lord Kyuketsuki’s mind fighting itself
“I will always be by your side, my love.”
Kissing deeply as the darkness pushed outwards when her vision cleared. She found herself in the ruined crater of their camp, the waves of darkness quickly moving into the horizon—both of their armor and weapons around them in need of repair. Whatever the spell, it must have been at least super tier though she had not heard of anything like this.
Scowling her lord's strange eagerness to use this spell had created an enormous mess to clean up. Letting her scowl turned to a playful grin, not that she didn't come prepared for something like this. Brushing stray hairs out of her lover’s face and picking him up bridal style.
She could never leave him like this after those words which repeated in her mind like endless echos. Opening a [gate] to Nazarick, she could trust her kitten and Velvet to handle the rest.
Once in the safety of his room on the tenth floor, she focused on her love knowing something had changed the effects of the spell most likely. Humming to herself, knowing her lord and creator would need her when he awoke.
Turning to Avada, the maid bowed, shocked, and blushing to see their state of ruffled and ruined clothes. As Kathrin undressed her love, tossing the damaged armor and weapons to the maid. “Please repair those and polish them, then let lord Ainz know that I need to speak to him when he has time. Till then, don’t disturb me. My lord needs me!” she caressed his cheek, slipping them both under the covers of the bed and snuggling as close as possible.
-Back at the camp crater-
Rita was at a loss as to what to do as she pushed herself off the ground. Recovering better than most of the others, the blast was huge like a wave of darkness. The air felt supercharged with energy. The pulse faded out of view off into the horizon.
“What was that? Is everyone alright?”
Looking around, groans could be heard as Bardic came up with Jinna. Both of them shared a worried gaze with her.
Then Velvet and a very battered Clementine came looking over everyone before settling on Rita.
As they took stock of the situation, most of the supplies and camp were obliterated, few if any items spared scattered around them. Rita's own concern was where were the empress and emperor. Gathering all four of the knights.
As Clementine remained silent despite knowing something by how injured she was as if ordered not to say a word. So Rita ignored the Assassin for now.
“Lass, I don’t suppose you know what we should do now?”
Nimble and Leinas both had little else to add, only that something caused Velvet to order them to clear the area before the blast. If it could be called that with no casualties at best, most of them were battered and banged up but past superficial wounds, nothing major aside from possible concussions.
Still, it leaves the knights in a bit of a mess. It would take weeks to make a new base, and the lost supplies were gone with little left. Meaning, they would be a burden to Shalltear’s forces, and they would be in the open like this. Her duty was to the emperor and empress first.
Before she could come up with a plan, Kathrin's love and understanding filled her heart along with new orders. As much as she disagreed with them, they were for the best. Ignoring the others, for now, she quickly ran up to Velvet and Demiurge talking about the situation at hand.
“So you don’t know where our supreme being is either this is bad I can’t feel him anywhere close by.”
“Yes, we should – oh help lady Ritana, what news do you have?”
Rita looked at them both before asking for a [silence field]. Once that was up, she took a deep breath, and she was not ready for this mess. Mistress calmed her nerves and allowed her to relay the new orders.
After explaining the origin of the blast of whatever spell that was, and that lord Kyuketsuki was safe back at Nazarick she then told them her mistress orders. To send the soldiers back to the empire and have the extra blood knights redirected to where they would be most needed.
“-so this was his magic. I have never seen any spell-like it. Did lady Kathrin find out what kind of spell it was or what he called it?”
“No, on top of that, my lady has for the supreme being’s safety restricted him to Nazarick till the effects and cause of this madness spell can be confirmed. We are sorry to leave Ainz to finish up, but…
Rita bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She didn’t feel like this was finished, not till all of the old dragon kingdoms' land was safe. It felt like another defeat; she didn’t even know if she could help her lord with Nazarick defending him. Lady Kathrin’s orders were clear. The elite knights would guard them both tilled ordered otherwise.
They both hummed, waiting for the rest. As Rita cleared her mind of the doubt for now. “… lady Kathrin says to use plan B3, she said you would know what that means.”
Demiurge smiled grimly with a sparkle in his eyes that forced Rita to take a step back. Reminded a little too much of Jaldabaoth. Pushing the notion away, this was a loyal servant of Nazarick, not some mad demon.
“I see our supreme being's brilliance is truly stunning. Come Velvet. I will need your help organizing his undying legions with lord Ainz's death knights.”
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-Fallen Flying City-
Simmra couldn’t decide what she hated more right now. This black Scripture members the fact they had a terrifying world item that could control people. The fact that they wanted her to fight some crazy powerful vampire ‘most likely max level I might add’ with such a vast army. To say nothing that most of the beast-men territory was already practically owned by them. Did she look suicidal or like she treated this as a game. Doing her best not to let her fearful shaking show. She wasn’t one to risk dying for real, even if both of her idiot friends seemed dead set on it without even knowing the full story.
Glancing at Temra, the angel's eyes showed worries as well she knew just as well as Temra that their base was in no shape to even hope to fight this threat. Without a vast supply of YGGDRASIL coins to revive the fallen, even the pop monsters or move the base, not that the traps could be turned on or repaired if they could. Delight’s army was still reasonably green while this one could just make new troops of every death it claimed. To say nothing of the vampire lord himself or whatever horrors he called his personal guard.
At the same time, she knew they couldn’t wait to attack because once Upper Water hit soon. The snow and deathly cold in the mountainous area like this, then the undead who don’t care about cold, would have a significant advantage. The only saving grace was that if they knew they weren’t showing it.
As here, scrying magic showed one commander of the undead army. Another vampire who looked beautiful in the royal white and gold ballroom gown looking over reports and very annoyed at the paperwork. Which wouldn’t be too bad if every gut in her body was screaming at her; this is a trap. She didn’t dare voice that opinion not just for fear of Carnival but of the fanatics who fought this vampire…
No, that was too strong a word they ran from them because it was maxed level even if only an NPC. One made for combat, which was terrible for a support healer to fight! To say nothing of their level difference, which made it even more of a nope fight. As if it wasn’t bad enough, the vampire lady’s red eyes turned to look at her as the viewing spell blew up.
Thankfully she had a ring with a spell to auto-activate countermeasures. If only she had one to shield her heart racing as the blast hit her shield wall as fear and despair filled her mind, and they wanted no demand, she fights this! It took all of her willpower not to scream at the fools frozen by a terror that she couldn’t run Carnival would kill her. Simmra knew to fight that commander would kill her, and it wasn’t even the lord vampire.
‘Stop, don’t freak out. You can get through this alive just think how you can survive. Let see if I was a vampire lord first thing would be sending in spies. Learn about what wants me dead.’ Yes, that could work. All she had to do was find them and then decide which side was less bat shit crazy to be doing this. How would she keep Carnvil from finding out that it would surely be a painful death if not by HER hand then by HK! Which seemed to be sliding more into being the clown's puppet as the days passed? Or was that just him going crazy she couldn’t be sure, but neither was preferable.
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‘She can’t see everything at once, just wait for the right moments.’
Hum, that crazy voice was back though it vanished again just as quick. A quick check showed the same results: looming death threats were definitely driving her crazy.
Still, she didn’t know about the black Scripture’s arrival, which meant she didn’t see everything now how to find a way of what the clown was watching or get lucky, and she might survive past winter.
Noticing a strange reaction from both the clown and Draudillon both dropped to their knees. As a wave of energy passed through them all. It brought a chill down Simmra spine, tail to the bottom of her hooves if she was affected before she was terrified beyond what she thought possible watching in disbelief as a scream filled the room all eyes turned to the wearer of the WIC
Watching as the air shimmers around them the WIC and its wearer shine with darkness that swallowed up light, the black icker crept over them till they were totally covered in it once it passed the world item was gone!
Nothing was left of it, even stranger. The wearer started to attack the other black scripter members with a mad frenzy using the weapons, skills, and magic they had on hand. Lost to reason the same way she was not far behind at the fear of this power, which now must be asked. Who the hell was she facing! Did they already know of them?
Simmra's heart wouldn’t stop racing, turning to the ruler of the dragon kingdom and the clown. The ruler's eyes were dilated with fear staring at her hands. “I can't feel any of my wild magic.”
Yep, that was it; she was running out of the room, not caring if she was spotted. If the vampire could do this, what could it do when the vampire focused on her? This thought alone was more than enough to drive any doubt in her mind which side she was taking. The first thing would be to get away as fast as possible to the city of that vampire and ask for an alliance.
Noticing her angel following her stopping to their request.
“My Lady, what has you so terrified?”
“No time Temra gather every NPC that is loyal to me. Tell them to avoid the ones loyal to the others that meet me at the gates of the capital we are leaving. I must get to my followers and warn them.”
The angel's feathers wings fluffed and gasped as if in disbelief. “You can’t mean you will abandon them.”
“Temra, we cannot fight whatever did that, Delight and HK are crazy enough, but I am not. We can’t even fully mobilize the floating city, and I will not die a pointless death. Besides, would you rather save those we can or risk losing everyone.”
The assistant angel's face looked downcast at this but accepted the words they knew the odds. They didn’t have time for that as the air shimmered again with a [Gate] opening. Only it looked glitchy with red static.
Out stepped another clown dressed in black and red with silver bells hanging around them and a smiling mask hiding their face.“Oh, running already, but we both know HK won’t allow that he probably already has this place on lockdown.”
Simmra pulled out her daggers, gulping as sweat ran down her body this was bad. It was-
“Oh, so fearful is my Champion’s power really so frightening? You haven’t even seen him, and you're ready to piss yourself and pass out.” The evil chuckle chilled Simmra’s soul, barely able to think straight her fear plain to see by this point.
How could she not? She was just an average worker a few weeks ago; she didn’t sign up to risk her life or fight BS magic that could one-shot WCI at this point let HK chop her head off. She is sure as hell wasn’t fighting that without way better odds that didn’t look like sure death and worse.
“My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Jester troop. Ugh, it is bright.” As if adjusting to the light for the first time in years covering her eyes with her hand.
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Even if I can’t help you, my Champion might be willing to listen. If you can prove yourself to Ainz Ooal Gown?” It was a little hard to gauge this person with them practically cowering in the light.
Then she remembered that name one to both respect and fear shit x10.
Cursing over and over on loop in her head, this couldn’t get worse at all; it had to be a sick joke; otherwise, she was worse than dead.
Slap
“lady Simmra, please get a hold of yourself. We can’t help anyone like this.”
Rubbing her jaw, she thanked Temra recomposing herself; she could cry herself to sleep in fear later. This chance, however slim, was better than giving up.
“What do you want me to do to prove myself.” Hoping it wasn’t crazy.
“Simple meet up with a level 50ish vampire named Evileye traveling with Blue Rose her team then protect them and escape the city if possible.”
“That doesn't sound too hard, where do I find them?” Slightly hopeful though senses, she wouldn’t like the rest.
Jester masked seemed to move into an even creepier smile that drowned her hope. Moving to not block the [Gate].
“I can’t tell you silly, that’s the challenge. I also believe my fellow admin’ and your friends are coming to find you. Should they catch you or Blue Rose, my deal is off? I would hurry this [Gate] is about to close in 5, 4, 3.”
Simmra bolted through without a second thought curses her luck and this world it was hell, give her back the poisoned and dying one already!
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-Kyuketsuki room-
Kettor roused as the fog of the dream lifted. Fading as some part was missing, which felt great. Like a weight that had been dragging him down had been lifted. As much as he still distrusted the admin' this little meeting had shed some light on her abilities. Which he quickly realized were non-combat-based.
He was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner. That still didn't mean that Jester didn't have a few hidden tricks she wasn't showing still. Her sharp mind was the most dangerous part of her.
As he opens his eyes, The usual stress which builds up that he was keenly aware of at all times Was gone. Along with the dark whispers in his mind. Which only made him question why it affected him before now.
This line of thought was halted by the comfortable sheets of his private room with Kathrin holding him from behind. He was moving his hands to sit on her arms, waking her.
Rolls over as he blanked on how he got here. Meeting those loving golden eyes enjoying the moment even if it didn't last more then a minute before Kathrin hugged him close.
"Glad to have you finally awake, my love. ********-sama what happened and what spell was that?"
He strains his ears, but the name she said vanished like a whisper into something inaudible. He gave her an odd gaze remembering he told her she could call him by a name in private, so they were alone. But he couldn't remember it. He tried questioning what his real name was as Kettor minx answered back.
"My name is Kettor, my dear, not that other one. Please tell me how we got here. I can't seem to remember."
Kathrin furrowed her brow staring hard at him as if looking for some answer that should be obvious. "You don't remember, do you?"
Kathrins ears twitched in annoyance, her eyes sharply watching him. Before explaining what happened as he was doing his share of paperwork.
Kathrin unwilling to stay in the dangerous area used [Gate] to move them back to Nazarick. Then distributed the army either home to rest or across there new territory of the empire as needed.
Kettor thanked her for her quick thinking before moving to get dressed. "Great work as always, can you get ready at the very least we should meet up with Shalltear."
Stopped by his empress's iron grip and her rare hard dominant gaze. He would never say it out loud how that strange gaze made him shiver.
"No, not till we can figure out what affects this spell had on you already, I can tell your power feels diminished. Who knows what other effects it had!" Kathrin’s tone left no room for argument.
It was very odd to see Kathrin, so worked up about something. This was less than ideal, with Momonga moving to take the capital where enemy players where waiting. He had to be there to help out.
"My dear, you can't expect me to do nothing."
Kettor knew he could order it, but he was trying to have his beloved empress be more independent. Which made it harder to turn her down at the cleary dangerous and cunning glint in those eyes.
"Then tell me what your job was in the supreme being realm. Then I shall accept your punishment and drop the matter." It both was amazing and terrorizing how quickly and carefully chosen the question was.
Kettor sadly could not even begin to answer that question. The well of knowledge that usually came to mind with painful truths never came. All he could do was tilt his head to look like he was thinking to hide his blank stare.
None of this went unnoticed by Kathrin’s sharp gaze. Seeing right through the tactic,' She knows me way to well' he couldn’t even bring himself to lie to that disappointed and fearful gaze that brought a pang of guilt to his heart.
"I don't know what is this supreme being realm, is it a dream I had in the past?"
He barely answered before Kathrin jumped him checking over his whole body. Scanning for curses, injury, and any other trace of sinister magic that she knew to look for. He could do little to suppress his blush or the way his heart fluttered at the care and dedication his creation took solely focused on his well being and safety.
Kettor wanted to tell her to stop that he was fine, but he trusted her to know when something was wrong. If she was this worried, then she must know something he didn't.
After thirty minutes of checking and double-checking, she gave him space. The series scowl on her face told him enough.
"Your memories appear to be affected along with your power. I am sorry, my love, but I can't let you leave Nazarick till we can be sure of what effects this magic has had on you…
Trailing off as she mumbled theories, fears, and thoughts in a way that made it hard not to chuckle at how cute she looked thinking so hard.
While they dressed to be decent, both their usual gear was still being repaired.
Kathrin growled as a thought came to mind. Turning with absolute rage away from him. "JESTER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! SHOW YOUR SELF NOW Before I make you regret ever meeting my lord!"
While mumbling very loudly about disloyal administers along with long and frighteningly detailed and gruesome death threats.
The air shimmered as it was not a shadow projection that showed up, but the same vampire he met in the dream Jester bowed to them, removing her mask.
"Hello, my champion and his company, how may I help you."
Kettor had to physically hold back Kathrin in a tight hug as the shock melted in milliseconds before she was ready to murder the clown right on the spot.
"You know full well what!" Kathrin was practically pleading with her eyes alone for him to let her act on the murderous impulses.
Sadly he couldn't for better or worse Nazarick’s secrets depended on not making Jester, an enemy for now. Finally, Kathrin calmed at the silent message after ten full minutes of unspoken argument. Which did little to diminish her pure wrath at the smirking vermin.
"Oh, you are displeased my Champion, but I have done as you asked. All knowledge of ******** will never again haunt your mind and here- Jester brought out a shredded gold and white dress that was little more than a pile of rags all power it once held gone.
Most striking was the golden dragon head no, it couldn't be, but the design was unmistakable.
Jester handed the remains of the WCI (world-class item) to Kathrin. "Just as I promised, the wearer of this item is either dead or busy, killing his comrades by now. As an added bonus."
Kettor had a moment of realization at Kathrin's tale about his sudden madness. With dull eyes as he silently asked the price.
Jester gave an empty smile of understanding, bringing up a status screen, no his status screen. Along with a map with a red circle, the center of it was right next to the city his army camp was at.
Jester sang out a rhyme which, while a little cryptic, didn't take too much thought to decipher. "For both wishes, a deaths debt due and wild magic subdued by admin' rule. As Champion’s proof a new world class~~."
"Not all favors will be so steep a price, but that is the highest cost I will ever ask of you."
Kathrin seemed to be trying to glare Jester to death and failing. "What was that about wild magic, Admin?" Saying the word as it was the most hated enemy.
"Creating a zone where wild magic can't be used. Be careful how often you ask for favors because even I can’t say what each price will be though I can tell you after testing that this is the highest one.”
“What else would you like to know before I attend to other business." Jester was undeterred by Kathrin, who was all too eager to drill out all the information she could.
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-End of Chapter-
Avatar Name: Kyūketsuki O Wasureta/ Kettro minx
YGGDRASIL age 87,600
Aliment -600 world corrupter
Race vampire
Racial classes
Lesser vampire lv15
Vampire 10
True vampire level 10
Elder Crimson king lv5
Job classes
Blood drinker lv9
Blood dancer lv9
Blood knight lv5
Abyss Paladin lv5
Valkyrie: blades lv5
Cursed Weapon master lv5
Commander lv5
General lv2
Unholy Alchemist lv5
World corruption lv1
Total level 91
Racial level 40
Job level 51
HP 80
MP 80
Physical Attack 63 Physical Defense 61 Agility 71 Magic Attack 63 Magic Defense 61 Resistance 100 exceeds limit Special ability 100 Total 691