"Lord Helant, what about me~"
Albedo skipped to his side like a girl in love, her wings fluttering lightly, a sweet smile on her lips and a hint of coquettishness in her voice. "You smell like ...wildflowers."
She leaned against him, her delicate nose twitching slightly. "One… two… mm, three kinds."
Her golden eyes reflected his impossibly handsome face, and a trace of resentment rose in her heart. Lord Helant, you are far too popular…
Albedo understood that Helant's raw power was overwhelming. It would take many partners to stand beside him.
Still… she preferred that those chosen come from Nazarick.
As for these weaklings from the outside world, she frankly found them distasteful.
They were little more than eyesores who could not even last a minute in real combat, let alone expend Lord Helant's stamina.
"I will make it up to you later." Helant brushed his lips lightly against her ear, his voice low and soothing.
The warm breath against her ear sent heat rushing through her body, and the small wings at her lower back fluttered uncontrollably.
"Promise?"
"Of course." His hand slid through her silky hair as he inhaled its faint fragrance.
As he indulged in the moment, a thought surfaced in his mind. Huh… I really feel like a scoundrel… I've truly fallen.
At that moment, Demiurge stepped respectfully before Momonga and Helant and bowed. "My lords, I will take my leave to arrange the next phase."
After receiving their approval, he turned and left, the light glinting off his glasses. "Renner… a low-tier human with such potential…"
After Demiurge departed, Cocytus and Sebas followed him out, leaving only Helant, Momonga, and Albedo in the room.
"How is the situation in the Holy Kingdom? Has the Platinum Dragon Lord arrived?" Momonga interlaced his bony fingers, curiosity evident in his tone.
To him, whether in the Holy Kingdom or here, the Platinum Dragon Lord was the true protagonist of this grand play.
Without him, every plan would fall apart.
Helant reclined lazily on the sofa, enjoying Albedo's gentle massage. "Relax, Satoru-San. My clone has already locked onto him."
A ripple of mana condensed into an image: a silver-white dragon soared above the Holy Kingdom, its enormous head lowered as it gazed down upon Diborne City.
On its draconic face lingered a confidence that bordered on human arrogance.
Albedo cast the dragon a disdainful glance as her hands continued their soft movements. "Lord Helant, the final spectator has taken his seat."
"Then, as planned, tomorrow we begin Act Four. For the dragons." Helant closed his eyes, looking thoroughly at ease.
So reliable, Helant-san. Momonga stared at the image of the dragon and sighed inwardly.
After tomorrow, the Holy Kingdom would fall… and Ainz Ooal Gown would step onto the stage.
"Helant-san, if our former companions hear the name of the guild, do you think they will come searching for us?" A faint scarlet glimmer flickered within Momonga's eye sockets. What he truly wondered was whether any old comrades had come to this world, like the Eight Greed Kings or the Six Great Gods.
..No!
Albedo's hands paused for the briefest instant before resuming their gentle motion, her warm smile concealing a fleeting trace of cold resolve.
As long as I live, no one will threaten Lord Helant's rule.
Lord Momonga, please be content with your half of the throne and enjoy your share of the cake.
Otherwise…
Her heart hardened. Even if Lord Helant were to cast me aside, I will cut you down.
Sensing her shift in mood, Helant gently stroked her back, as if soothing a bristling cat, and she quietly nestled against him.
He wanted to tell Momonga that the guild would never truly reunite.
"They might. Perhaps a century from now, another wave of players will arrive." He left that faint hope lingering in the air.
Momonga nodded and continued, "My side is prepared. We are only waiting for tomorrow's demon descent."
His plan was to appear and battle Jaldabaoth, while the Guardians secretly seized control of the Eight Fingers and took command of the kingdom's underworld.
Without Demiurge's strategies, he would have been completely at a loss.
He glanced at Helant. "Demiurge says Princess Renner of the kingdom is very talented. He believes she is worth bringing into Nazarick."
He had no objections to Demiurge's judgment. Now, he sought Helant's opinion.
"If he approves, then she is welcome."
The Golden Princess Renner was already on Helant's list.
He had already tasted the benefits of having geniuses like Albedo and Demiurge at his side.
What a pity. She already loves someone.
At Helant's immediate agreement, Albedo's eyes once again flickered with resentment.
Last night, she had spoken at length with the princess. Clever people often shared the same tastes.
That little wretch had actually turned Helant's image into a body pillow.
She even claimed that the moment she saw him summon the Holy Domain God Lord, she understood what love was. Albedo pressed her lips together in irritation. Which one of us is the succubus here…
Yet despite her displeasure, she truly welcomed Renner's arrival.
A rival in love could also be a natural ally.
Among all the Guardians of Nazarick, only Demiurge and Pandora's Actor could rival her in intellect.
She cast a subtle glance at Momonga, calculations flickering through her mind.
If the two Supreme Beings were ever to clash, Pandora's Actor, as the guardian of the treasury, would undoubtedly bring out a World Item for Lord Momonga.
With his intelligence, he could cause tremendous losses to her and Lord Helant.
Therefore, recruiting capable individuals for Helant had to begin as soon as possible.
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