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-Nazarick-
He watched through the viewing portal as the angels flying around the gates where crushed, allowing the floor guardians and Ainz to march into the city. Smart since they didn’t know what kind of NPCs they would be facing, but so far, most of the enemies consisted of angels and humans who were fighting each other as they made their way in.
“Would you like something to eat or drink, my lord?” Ninya nervously and gently asked.
Glancing over at the human, Clem-chan was drinking blood in a wine glass with a dragon stake nearby. Her eyes and mad smile told him that she was enjoying the battle. Probably waiting for when and if Ainz asked them to help. Kathrin paid her sister no mind sending subtle glares at Shalltear.
Checking his mana was still a little low from training. “Sure, bring me what Clem-chan is having.”
“A-at once, my lord.”
Tuare was enjoying herself talking with Rita, Bardic, and Leinas. Rita's two new friends were in the next room training with Sabes. Nimble was busy being Shalltear’s footstool on his right side of the couch. It was still unnerving to see did he have no pride and shame, or was he secretly a colossal masochist. This was just what he considered acceptable in public. Shrugging, not wanting to think about the weird human any longer. He would rather have Rita’s new friend watching with them, but Kathrin convinced him that they couldn’t be fully trusted yet. Glancing at the stairs to the door leading to the next room where they were Training with Sabes. Thankfully It was relatively easy to convinced Ritana they need more training being only around level 13.
Entoma was happy to watch quietly in her web near the back of the room. He knew she was watching Ninya with jealous eyes, but she was working hard enough. She earned a break to relax a little. It wasn’t like He would be able to concentrate on anything else till he knew all the floor guardians and Ainz were back at Nazarick safe.
Softly beaming as everyone was safe and enjoying themselves, even the battle was going well. Though he really hoped Simmra and Blue Rose would impress them. It would make it easier to talk Ainz into giving them a chance.
Maybe he should message Shade’s desire again to be extra convincing. He really wanted to go the extra mile to help Jester with how helpful she had been. Ainz might be worried, and Kettor himself still held his doubts. But being able to read her like he could thanks to world corruption, he finally realized This link is what gave her freedom. It also made it impossible for her to lie to him so long as he could see her face.
Which begrudgingly meant based on the last few talks they had, she had zero chance of betraying him. Still, there was something Jester is hiding some kind of deal like his own. The only reason he had not pushed the topic. Kathrin would use it as an excuse for betrayal, possibly ruining the good relations they had going.
Noting that they were starting to encounter second sphere angels. Forcing the mid-tier undead and demons to come forward to fight them. Most of the city looks like a frozen ghost town before the fighting had started. ‘Just what the hell happened in the few weeks we gave them!’ Finally, Simmra showed her hand as the Blue Rose, and a group of robed people started to attack the angels and humans fighting their forces.
Simmra herself stayed hidden in the shadows throwing out hellfire spells at the unsuspecting enemies. Healing those that got injured in the fight. Analyzing her skills and style a very defensive and support style. He was sure Nishikienrai and Punitto Moe would be proud to see her use stealth, powerful attacks, and strategy like that. Even when her focus was more towards healing, buffing, and debuffing.
His viewing of this possible new healer and support member was cut off as Jester shimmered into the room throwing her mask to the floor, she looked like she had been crying. Looking into her eyes, he could see them flashing green every few seconds trying to block a deep well of pain and sorrow. Trembling openly in the soft light of the room, not even trying to hide her fear of light.
“I don’t care what you want in return later, hug me oniisan, and call me imouto.”
Kettor had no idea how to respond to this. She looked ready to start crying blood tears again. It was extraordinary to see Jester asking so vulnerable and human. “Why what happened?”
“I will tell after, please…”
Ignoring Kathrin’s outraged shouts, he got up and walked over, seeing pain and longing. It reminded him of something he couldn’t recall, but he knows how to help. It wasn’t only their agreement but a need to help a younger sibling that he embraced her. “Hush it’s ok, Imouto-Muketsu, come here and let it out on big brothers’ shoulder.”
This felt so familiar as he softly rubbed her back in a way that shouldn’t make sense to him. Yet it felt like second nature comforting a younger sibling. Noting the comfort, she took in the name. Confirming something he had suspected since their last talk. It took a few minutes for Jester to calm down. Her eyes were no longer flashing green, replaced by hollowness and vengeance.
Jester gave him a soft smile with a strange longing her eyes for something to fill the void that now replaced the pain. “Um this might be a bit much to ask, but Could you keep calling me that. Think of it as a reward for solving my real name.”
Kettor narrowed his eyes at the lie, seeing the event from her perspective. Realizing how personal it was, this was her way of showing only him. They were sisters. What she was hiding was the deal they agreed to protect each other. Now broken, it did make him a little happy, but he felt his hate for Carnival grow as well.
“How long where you keeping this from me, Imouto-chan.”
The question throws everyone else in the room through a loop. Kyuketsuki couldn’t bring himself to reveal her past like that. This was a profound sign of trust. One that would also ensure Jester never Betrayed him or Nazarick by extension.
“Not too long, Oniisan. Will you promise me you will never do what she did?”
It felt like time stopped as he was overloaded by hundreds of years. He saw it so many years ago before the greed kings even before the Six gods showed up in this world. Only a few years after they arrived. The sister pact was made that limited their powers and impact on the planet. Then he saw it from her eyes every hateful glare and distrustful look. As she tried so hard to show her sister the good she could do with the evil and darker creatures, she loved programming and checking over, back in YGGDRASIL. Making sure everything worked right and was fun, if not a little scary. Only to have her sister block her every attempt pointing at her past failures every time. The nice kind sister she knew before arriving here vanished replaced by the cold and lying Carnival of pain and misery.
All of their compilated past shown right before his eyes even through the betrayal. As Jester tried to work it out with her sister only for Carnival to try killing Muketsu in cold blood. It had been the final straw, and she had been desperately clinging onto her champion as a lifeline.
Returning to normal as he saw that same desperation for family and acceptance. She knew that if he said yes, he would keep his word even if it put him in a tight spot. He thought it over, weighing the pros and cons if he turned her down, there was a reasonable possibility of her becoming unstable. If he said yes, he was honor-bound to keep that promise something that she could use to hurt Nazarick and Ainz later.
Kyuketsuki was sure the risk would be worth it. It wasn’t the familiar feeling left him longing for such a sibling he couldn’t remember. Not only that, but this was also an opportunity to get something Nazarick never had before an administer that would always put the odds in their favor. Gently taking Jester's hands. “I promise I will adopt you as my Imouto. If you will become part of the family of Nazarick and treat it as I would. Also, you have to call Ainz bone daddy.”
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“Like as thick as blood-related siblings who have known each other for years?”
The question was oddly specific though seeing the pain in her eyes relaxed him. “Yes, if it was in my power.”
Jester smiled as the deep orbs of red that reflected him glowed as she spoke. “Yes”
His blood and heartfelt a pull as she said yes, not accounting for something. This was more than a promise of words. The magic hung in the air as their bodies were made to match biologically.
Jester giggled, leaning near his ear quietly speaking so only he could hear. “Sorry about this next part, my champion. I couldn’t take a chance that you were lying to your little sister too. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt at all, Oniisan.”
Stumbling into Muketsu’s arm’s struggling with the wave of nausea, throwing him off balance. A little of his mana was forcefully drained. Realizing with horror that Jester was using world corruption to bypass his own mental defenses. His rage was calmed, replaced with a love for his sister. Trying and failing to hold up the glare to his confusion at why he was trying to stay angry. Trying to say something, but his body felt like led.
“Shush Oniisan [Muketsu blood blessing] will pass a minor wish will not leave lasting damage. This special spell we can only do together. Is how I know you mean it.” Jester giggled as she stared into his eyes
Right Muketsu was teaching him the new spell after cheering her up for what Carnival did. It still annoyed him a little only he couldn’t find it in himself to be angry. Only disappointed that she had so little trust in him.
“You didn’t need to do that-
Ninya came rushing back into the room, spilling the drink but managing to hold onto the steak. Gasping in a modified fashion. It caught him off guard he fell, but he couldn’t help but chuckle at the three of them covered in the crimson drink.
“No need to worry, Ninya. In fact, let me show you a neat little trick I have for this. just hold up the glass, please.”
Ninya did as asked, watching in amazement as Kettor pulled the blood back into a liquid state. Channeling it into the glass before taking it. Kyuketsuki helped his new sister up before going back over to the couch.
Knowing he might be called in the most here, Kettor ate fast. Telling Ninya to bring more blood to drink. It would be slow to turn into mana, but in a long fight, that extra mana would make a big difference.
Simmra was forced to come out by this point as the battle had gotten severe. To face the scripture members at which point, Clemvet stood up, throwing her silverware away, “Hay watch where you throw that!” Noting that Rita got cut.
“Master these will be a challenge. Allow me to deal with them.” Even as Clemvent bowed to him, her eyes were locked with his. It would be a hard fight to get her to back down as her eyes kept glancing at the magic, allowing them to watch the battle.
“They may be watching as we are.”
Clemvet smiled while Jester shivered at the cold and cunning assassin’s eyes. “Don’t worry, only those I allow may see me and my abilities with seer magic.” Was the assassin's cryptic answer before opening a gate and walking into the battle.
Jester turned to Kyuketsuki with a frown getting used to the light of the room. “Please tell me you have a way to control her big brother.”
Kyuketsuki kept his mask of calm as he watches the best of Slane Theocracy try and face his creation. Feeling nothing but pride once Clem-chan dealt with her past, she would be calm again. “Worry not Imoto, Clem-chan loves her Master. That is enough for now.”
Jester gave him a doubtful gaze sighing and slumping into her seat.
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-Clementine-
Stepping out of the portal into the snow, Clemvet kept her eyes on her prey, rushing up as the demoness had up holy barrier magic. Smirking as she lunges at the swirling green outfit of the 2nd Seat her three [reward chains] wrapping around the swordsmen, they could do nothing.
Landing She watched Time Turbulence face sweat heavily gripping at there heart as the [soul dust III]. Filled their lungs and absorbed into the skin, they could not even speak. As her curse of lust killed him, ‘Not that I want to touch anyone but master without seeing their face wrapped with fear and pain.’
Banishing the chains and wrapping the body in her [Punishment Chains], watching it burn with the cursed flames smirking even if they tried to revive those that fell there. The curses would weaken and kill them again shortly after.
Dodging two members, She smirked once all of there eyes locked on her. The demoness was standing there in shock at her savior.
Quaiesse froze, recognizing what resemblance she had of her human life left. “Sister, is that you? What has happened to you? How far have you fallen first you betray the Slane Theocracy now you’re not even human. I don’t even know what you are.”
The gray-haired barbarian yelled, “It doesn’t matter. Die, traitor!” Charging forward with his ax martial arts glowing around his body. Once he got close, Clemvet raised her [domination chains] yawning to play off the inability to move while they were active. Some Thing master had picked up on in the other training spars. Clemvet herself knew that it was not an inability but her pride. As if stepping back or dodging so long as they were up would weaken them somehow. The thought alone pissed her off.
Not that it mattered to the 10th Seat’s shock as his attacks had no visible effect. Even if he had damaged them, it was nowhere near enough to kill her even once. Smirking at the man dropping her chains and grabbing the barbarian by the neck. As [submission chains] appeared on his ankle’s wrists and neck.
“I can’t believe I feared you once Master can do better than that. Now kill the others for me while I talk with my dear ex-brother.” Clemvet could not help but chuckle, watching the man struggle. Only to have his eyes glaze over pain filling his body as his mind was submerged in a nightmare world of his own making. Before coming back, panting in just a few seconds turn and wildly attacking his teammates screaming in madness.
“As to what I am, don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. You can call me a vampire, a Nephalem and an abomination I am all of these and so much more. I will be the last nightmare you will see and remember before your death.” Her hair flailed about, and her cobra tail opened is hood hissing as she spoke.
Her ex-brother scowled, shooting a disappointing gaze at her as if that would change her mind. “I see, then let me show you your mistake.” Summoning his beasts along with a few of his favorites Giant Basilisks.
Clemvet could not keep the evil grin off her face creating magic Stilettos rushing through them, cutting down the beast with ease. Any who got behind her or tried to flank her. Were strangled by her living hair or bitten by her tail. Relishing the blood carnage before reaching her brother stepping back in fear, the false ego absent in that moment, fearing for his life.
Falling at him, she tried to decide what fate would better fit her brother. Stabbing both blades into his shoulders, he tried to resist her will power. His will was crushed under the sheer power of her own, which had gotten her through two soul battles. Which could give even her Master a headache and allow her to become the mistress if she ever got bored?
Smiling at the dull, lifeless eyes of her brother like how she looked on THAT day. Shattering his belief using her mental prowess to ensure even if the spell wears off, he would feel just as broken as she did that day. Wondering if he could still uphold his own belief of false heroes and idles when. They allowed her to become what she had.
Standing up, she took in the beautiful sight of 4th Seat’s and 3rd Seat’s cut-up body parts and blood scattered about the snow. The barbarian had finally been killed with the captain's spear through his chest. His ax deep in the neck of the 12th Seat’s even with his bodysuit reinforced with metal plants his neck was a weak point.
Clemvet pulled out her talismans. She usually would avoid using them as they took time to create more. Something she loathed to do, but she knew that the four remaining members would be the trickiest to kill and the most fun.
[Murder of shadows talisman] [Creeping darkness talisman]
Throwing the talismans as many became large groups of red-eyed shadowy crows with one landing in the middle of the group darkening the area in black mist. Clemvet could hear the cries of confusion and pain as three of them had trouble dealing with the attack. Clemvet didn’t waste time activating her martial arts wanting to test how well the new her stacked up. Shame, not all of the scripture was here, but already half had fallen without much trouble.
Charging into the mist first, she made sure to have her [punishment chains burned the fallen black scripture members' bodies so they two would never again be a problem. Then she moved on to the living sneaking up behind the 11th Seat standing awkwardly, her overly broad hat covering her face. She only heard the rattling of chains before Clemvet’s [punishment and redemption chains] sheared her body. [Redemption chains] draining all the Mp and slowly drained of lifeforce. The body burned in her cursed flames, which did little to light up the black mist covered area.
Moving back into the mist as two more members came close, Clemvet had her tail keep a close eye on them. The annoying truth that her Master had not found out about her precognition. She had to have sight of the enemy. Otherwise, she had to rely on her own experience in fighting.
“What the hell did Clementine do that or her shaman magic?”
“No, this is like what she did with the others. She must be close.”
Clemvet smirked her king cobra tail taking aim for the eyes of the 6th Seat and 1st Seat. Cursing as the captain dodged just at the last second. The 6th Seat was not so lucky, and he didn’t have any protection against poison. Screaming as the poison burned his eyes with none of there healers alive to undo the damage, he was out of this fight.
Clemvet walked out of the mist into the small clearing channeling the fog to keep the most dangerous member of their group away. “Hello, captain I would say it is a pleasure to see you again. But That would be a lie, and this is disappointing. I haven’t even needed to use my martial arts yet, and even the few talismans I used seemed like a waste.”
The captain growled at her stabbing wildly each time she quickly sidestepped. The smirk never leaving her face while she taunted the captain before using her [raider chains] to rip the spear out of his hands. Using her superior speed to ram the spear deep through his heart, and chest.
“This was fun, but both of you were never worth my time goodbye.”
“What going- the 6th Seat didn’t get to finish as both he and the captain were barraged by her chains burning them to ash. Clemvet didn’t have time to think dodging as she dismissed the mist.
Turning to the- war, Scythe deflecting it with her stilettos griming as her blood got pumping. “You know I saved you for last, unlike the others I want you to go all out. See which one of us is stronger.”
The half-elf regards Clementine with her critical eyes taking in the state of all the other members dead. Save for Clementine’s brother, who was bleeding out slowly in the cold snow unmoving. “What about him, and if you do win, you know what I want.”
Clemvet deeply scowled, observing her brother with a death glare so many horrible things she could do. So many lost years HE had to make up for if she didn’t leave him for dead like he had done to her. ‘It was my orders, surely you can understand this is for the good of our country. Don’t let these events make you forget our cause, sister.’ The infuriating voice made her blood boil with cold rage. No, he would not die before his mind was so broken and warped that he would ask for it to help her of his own free will to feed her ravenous cursed hunger that could only enjoy blood and meat now.
The dark thought brought a malicious beam to her lips. “He will suffer so much more later once I am done with you. This will be like a blissful dream by the time he is released to death’s embrace. Now let us see who is stronger ancient beast?” Clemvet dropped to the low combat stance she favored for lighting fast, precise strikes. With her curse chains, talismans, and magic stilettos, she could kill any target now in one quick strike so long as she could get past their guard.
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-End of Chapter-