In a field of green. With the soft grass swaying with the wind. The trees at the nearby treeline rustling. Beneath the fading orange dim of sky, stood two beings.
A beautifully dress woman, looking around in confusion with her ivory horns and jet black wings standing out from her immaculate look.
The other is a handsome man in bulky pauldrons and exquisite armor, draped with an equally wide mantle, sitting quietly atop an obsidian throne.
Suzuki Satoru remained seated with his eyes slowly shifting from left to right. Taking in the sudden change in scenery, baffled at the transition.
'I blink and it was gone...'
With a sigh of acceptance, he stood up and slowly flexed his hands.
He twisted his body, even leaned from one leg to another, and rolled his shoulders. As if looking for anything out of place.
While the Throne of Kings slowly vanished into motes of dark light, Albedo couldn't help but ask in concern.
"Momonga-sama? Is everything alright?"
He turned to her, eyes slightly wide at her voice. It was different, more mature, with a slightly heavier tone with a touch of allure in it. It was more... emotional... as if he could feel her full, soft lips graze his skin with every word.
But Momonga drowned those thoughts away and instead took note of her concern.
'Must be the absence of the Guild or our rather... exposed location... yeah, it's just the worry...'
With a clench of his fist, Momonga threw a punch that went. *boom- throwing off a gust of wind and dirt. Even denting a tree five meters away from him, making it groan and shake at the sheer impact.
"It seems I am." he answers.
And while his hands clenched closed and open, he was suddenly occupied by the feeling of power coursing through his veins, and the various magical informations tucked within his mind.
It's like playing a game for so long that despite removing the HUD, you'd know they're still there.
His answer gave the succubus some peace, as if a weight left her shoulders. But Momonga didn't stop there.
"[•Anti-Divination•], [•Widen Magic: False Cover•], [•Counter Detect•], [•Anti Scrying Offensive Barrier: Firestorm•]."
After casting various anti-divination spells on both him and Albedo, Momonga then offered his arm to the woman and said-
"Come Albedo. We'd best not linger."
Albedo blushed and smiled, fighting the urge to wrap herself around him. And with an eager nod, she loops her hand around his forearms, leaned her head against him and followed half a step behind. With her eyes slightly wide and her lips trying and failing to fight her smile.
'I need to know where I am...' thought Momonga. 'While it's easy to guess or basically hope that we're in the same clearing that Nazarick had originally landed on. I needed to make sure. So...' his eyes roamed the skies and saw smoke not far from where they stand. '...civilization first. I can work from there.'
Various spells reached out to him, like Perfect Unknowable and Fly. Yet he disregarded them. Eager to feel the boots beneath his feet.
The two walked in silence, seemingly taking a stroll through the forest. At some point, Momonga decided to entertain himself with the wild life. Observing various herbs as their scent entered his nose, and the wind caressing his hair.
He even began using [•Appreaise Lesser Item•] to anything that steals his attention.
Suddenly a couple of wolves appeared, snarling a small distance away. But to Momonga's confusion, neither are trying to get close. As if they simply wanted him away from a certain location.
Giving an idea a try, he silently casted a spell.
'[•Discern Enemy•].'
{Wolf- Level 15}
'Low level... is that why they aren't attacking? The level difference perhaps?' Momonga thought. 'I remember that being the case for most MMO games. Specially when the gap becomes too big.'
Albedo, seeing what her Lord was looking at, asked. "Shall I remove them my Lord?"
Momonga laughed softly, "No my dear. I just find them... cute... I guess." he said while running his other hand atop hers.
An innocent pacifying gesture... that turned the woman blushing at the mere contact with him.
Finding the wolves both cute and interesting, he smiled and waved at the creatures before moving on. Leaving behind two glaring wolves both equally baffled yet remained defensive and vigilant.
To those who would see Momonga and Albedo, they would look like a couple that came to sight see than anything else. Despite being in the presence of beast and creatures that could kill any other man.
After several minutes of walking, Momonga and Albedo drew close to the fire but far enough away to either be heard, detected or noticed let alone seen. They stayed hidden beneath the shadows of the night and the forest and watched the small clearing in the distance.
At the center flickered a bonfire with three tents. Sitting around the flames are four armored men, a red haired woman and a boy with bowl cut hair hiding his eyes.
Seeing the last two, Momonga immediately recognize them. Nfirea Bareare with the red haired woman being Brita.
'...shit... what time did I find myself into?'
With a slight trepidation, Momonga paused to think on how to approach them.
The two are significant characters after all. All they needed was the right sponsor, someone to who would let them explore the path they hoped to take. Which means the decision to involve them or not is as significant as how to properly approach them.
In his deep thought, he ended up going on a tangent and in his wondering... he groaned at overthinking things once again. The tiresome feeling gnawed at him. Making him ask himself, what he actually wanted to do in this life.
Honestly, he just wanted an escape. An out from the unforgiving world he had found himself in.
Pride? His employers fucked that out of him.
In terms of ambition, that slowly died out with every bit that he owns that were stolen from him.
His love... it's barely there. Buried beneath the desire for peace and escape. Buried beneath all that he endured in the old world.
Two lives spent. Both ended in disappointment.
Born too late in a world where words had lost weight.
Born too late to enjoy the peak of human civilization.
Born just in time to endure the aftermath of civilization's end.
Now... on his third life? This brand new world. He's is an old soul who's just tired.
He has no desire to rule. No desire for conquest. Just... tired of the rubbery hazmat suit. The uncomfortable steel bed. The noise of the rattling generator. And the cold world shrouded in darkness and sickly lights.
He simply wanted to be whole again... to be free again.
He felt her hand squeeze his making him turn to his only companion. Her beautiful face, now marred with worry while biting down on her lower lip.
He wanted to touch them. He wanted to run his thumb against her cheek. To hold her body against his. Press his nose on her neck and smell her. All the while basking on her beautiful pearly skin that shone like a treasure against the fire.
The hunger for something else...
With a gulp, he swallowed those desires and forced a smile on his face. "We need new names and disguises. Do you have anything else you could wear?"
—.—.—.—.—
While Momonga closed his eyes as he looked through his inventory, Albedo looked at him in a daze.
She watched every moment his face scrunched up. The soft breath from his lips, his flushed cheeks, his face inching closer and closer to hers with a pair of red eyes that made her cross and clench her legs tight as they burned hot with desire.
As a succubus, she felt his hunger, his desire, his lust and all she could do was stand there and wait for him to claim everything.
Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. Making her bite down a squeal of frustration. Suddenly, she felt her heart rammed against her chest for a moment.
Her eyes fluttered, half lidded. With heat leaving her soft lips.
Her fingers toyed with one another while she shifted her legs abit as if trying to close the emptiness in between them. And then her mind, her mind conjured images of him.
Her beneath his wide muscular frame. Legs spread wide and screaming with rapturous hunger while her fingers dragged across his back as he had his way with her.
Albedo had to swallow her moan as the succubus within her screamed for her to lift her skirt and mount him.
'Yamaiko-sama... why did you make me so!?'
She looked down and shook, as her legs felt restless. Her body unable to stem the burning emptiness in her. An emptiness that she felt the need to fill again, and again, and again, and again, and again... she had to gulp down her moan.
"... it's alright." said Momonga.
Her head snapped to him. A questioning look in her face that shifted to embarrassment.
Because to Momonga, she looked like a child who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
The way she looked down and shifted from side to side. Fingers twiddling with each other. And gulping down as if swallowing her fears. Momonga thought that she was afraid to speak her mind. He believed she didn't have spare clothes or armor.
He hoped to appease her fears by saying they could simply create something made out of magic. But the questioning look that turned to embarrassment made him pause.
He was curious now.
With a tilt of his head, Momonga sent a curious look back. Something that made the poor Overseer hitch in breath.
'I can't tell him yet! Yamaiko-sama told me to wait lest I scare him off!' she internally screamed, 'what do I do!?'
With a sudden bright idea, she stood straight and after letting a soft breath out, she said- "Forgive me Momonga-sama. But my alternative clothes had yet to be registered to my equip set. I would have to manually put it on–"
"I see... *kuhum- I will give you your needed privacy then." Momonga excused while blushing.
As he walked away, Albedo couldn't help but pout thinking she should stop him. Her mind then wondered what it would be like for him to undress her.
The woman resisted the urge to slap herself. And instead focused on getting dressed. Now with an unspoken desire to impress.
—.—.—.—.—
Momonga had vanished in between trees, far beneath the shadows and unseen.
Finding a secluded corner, he looked to his inventory and smiled. He'd spent more than the original could have hoped for and horded what could be horded. His greatest treasures being the twenty rings of Shooting Star, a thousand Wand of Resurrection, various Skill Books, Tomes, Magic Grimoires, even lore books, scrolls and even lore breaking items like the Pitcher of Limitless Water, the Picnic Basket of a Christian God, and the Soul Forge of the Underworld, along with various utility items and consumables, even vials for race change.
Then suddenly, his joy dimmed.
Seeing the shards of the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, Momonga sighed in sadness knowing how impossible it would be to fix it. 'If only I had the Horadric's Cube, it might've been doable.'
Setting aside his regret. He pulled out a Set of armor on a stand, one requisite of Momon's armor.
Just as he had undressed and put on his pants, he heard a rustling. His body snapped into action and pulled out his Scythe from his inventory, ready to attack.
And from the bushes, slowly walked forward Albedo and what she wore took his breath away.