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This story uses the same setting as my other story "Momon, Big Black Changeling". Essentially, Ainz Ooal Gown is the same type of creature as in that story, although this and that story happen in different worlds.

The Gate shimmered, like a mirage, or a particularly lively painting. Ainz Ooal Gown stepped through, and on the other side, Momon emerged—the Dark Hero as known throughout the new world. His black armor concealed a tall, powerful frame, which unbeknownst to the rest of the world was as far from human as could be imagined. Though he was called as one of "humanity's great savior", the reality of it all was plain crock. He was a Greater Doppelganger, Guildmaster of Nazarick—and ironically King of the "villainous" Sorcerous Kingdom.

Behind him, one of the Pleiades, Narberal Gamma, also walked on through—now disguised by one of his many Charm Palettes as Nabe, adventuring companion of Momon. Together they formed the formidable duo of Dark Hero and Beautiful Princess, a mysterious pair who had lately risen to prominence as adamantite-class adventurers. The stoic maid followed her Master through the portal without complaint, the expression on her face completely unreadable.

On the other side of the Gate awaited a few of Nazarick's minions. They bowed respectfully. Their leader walked up to make his report to Ainz.

"Everything has been analyzed an inspected to complete satisfaction, master," claimed the shadow demon. "We have found nothing unusual about the subjects in question, and we are continuing our surveillance of them. Beyond that, there have been no other irregularities to report."

"Good. You may withdraw; but keep the strategy in mind. Do not approach, and do not attack, no matter what—unless I give my direct order, verbally. Am I understood?"

"Yes, my lord."

Ainz adjusted his gauntlets, the precious equipment that had been brought to this world as he had been—from the VRMMO Yggdrasil. It, along with many other objects, had now become necessities that he needed to utilize if he was to survive in this new world. "Come, Nabe. Let's not keep our guests waiting."

"As you command, Lord Momon."

It was strange for the leader of a nation to be literally walking through the town belonging to another, and masquerading as an adventurer at that. But that had been the reality that Ainz had been accustomed to, ever since he had been flung to this new world with his guild base, Nazarick, along with all the NPCs within—who had come inexplicably come to life.

Before he'd become known to the world as the "Sorcerer King", he had been Momon, exploring the new world and taking in everything he beheld. He'd saved villages, defeated monsters, plundered old ruins and even brought an evil cult to heel. All of it had built his reputation among the native inhabitants as a hero, which had led to his quick ascension to adamantite rank. For a while, he'd had to put the Momon persona aside, as events involving Nazarick were quickly spiraling out of control. Nazarick had conquered tribes of lizardmen, had attacked the capital city of Re-Estize, and had even engineered an alliance with the Baharuth Empire. To top it off, he had unleashed a powerful spell just recently, which had killed a whole bunch of people, and announced the Sorcerer Kingdom as a legitimate force to the whole world.

In the aftermath, he'd left affairs of state to Demiurge and Albedo, and had then returned to his adventuring persona as Momon. It was during this time when he'd been approached by a group of mysterious men, who claimed to be from the Slaine Theocracy.

He had always kept that nation in his mind, since he'd defeated their number outside Carne Village. Then that Clementine, a defector from that very same nation, had told him about the mysterious creatures who were said to be the Theocracy's great gods, which had tightened his stance towards them. Now he was warier, and sent countless minions to watch them.

He strongly suspected that these "godkins" were descended from some form of Player like him, which was why he was always careful about the nation. At some level he was curious to discover their identities through the items they no doubt concealed—but he was also curious about the godkins themselves. The fact that a Player like him could end up procreating was a big deal, in his opinion.

They found the guide under the pagoda, as had been listed in the instructions. For some reason, they were keeping things very "hush-hush", even when they'd first contacted him. It made him respect them just a bit more, as this was the sort of thing he'd bidden Nazarick do himself behind the scenes. Intelligence gathering. Counter-espionage. Threat assessment. Threat disposal.

"Ah, sir Momon," said the man who was supposed to be his contact. "Good day to you! And to you as well, lady Nabe!"

"I apologize for the wait," he said, bowing slightly. While doing so, he scanned the man's companions, or bodyguards, with his heightened senses. None of them seemed like they were armed to the teeth with powerful armor, which meant that they weren't seeing him as a threat, for now. Good. It gave legitimacy to their invitation.

"No, no, we were quite early ourselves," said the man. "I assume that your coming here means you've… accepted the proposal?"

"I am curious," said Ainz. It was true, but not in the way they'd think. "Though I will have to remind you that I belong to the adventurer's guild of the Re-Estize Kingdom. If this is some sort of poaching effort, I'm afraid I will refuse; further more I shall have to report this."

"Ah, no need, no need, that is definitely not our goal. Well, I'm not privy to the Cardinals' decisions, of course, but that is the general sentiment among us."

"Oh?"

The man scratched his head, as if he a little embarrassed. "Well, I shan't talk out of turn. I'll leave that to my boss, Bishop Wais."

"Very well. Lead the way, then."

The other men surrounded him and Nabe in a loose formation, which kept Ainz on his guard. They passed through the town square, where a series of carriages were waiting. To his eye they were certainly extravagant-looking things, with elaborate carvings and decorations draped all over the front and sides. A pair of magnificent looking horses were hitched to each carriage.

"Your Excellencies may choose whichever carriage to take," the man said, waving his hand in invitation.

"There are quite a number of carriages," Ainz observed.

The man continued to smile, though he could tell he was being evasive. "Yes. The Bishop is expecting a number of guests. Quite a number of them, admittedly."

"I see…" He said, nodding as if he understood—though he understood nothing. Truth be told, he didn't want to get inside the carriage, but rather than stand around awkwardly waiting, he figured getting inside would in fact serve to keep themselves secret. And so, Ainz walked over and chose a carriage randomly, allowing Nabe to enter first before he clambered inside.

Inside, the carriage seemed roomy enough that his longer legs weren't inconvenienced. He glanced at Narberal, sitting opposite him. She nodded.

The shadow demons, who were still undetected by the humans and were instructed to follow them, went around checking the whole carriage. Similarly, Ainz activated a cantrip, to check for any enchantments.

"Nothing," Narberal said, relaying the message a moment later. There were no hidden compartments where spies could be hiding, or where a trap was waiting to be sprung.

"Hoh. But they do have…" He was able to detect many minor divination enchantments, most of which he was able to identify. He shook his head at Narberal, who nodded again. Since they could not just dispel the enchantments, they had to endure them—but in the meantime they would watch what they said or did. In this case, their façade as a pair of powerful adventurers had to be maintained somehow.

Ainz leaned back against the cushion, and found it adequate for his needs (though Nazarick's had many better). He cast his mind back towards their contact, and to his allusion to a certain Bishop Wais. He wondered what he, and by extension the Theocracy, wanted with an adventurer like him.

"Pardons milord," said their driver from the front. "But we'll be moving now, if it pleases you. Please be minded."

"Very well," he intoned, and then he felt the floor beneath his feet move, as the carriage started trundling over the ground. The window showed the scenery outside as the carriage trundled out the city gates, then on to some sort of countryside way.

After a long while of waiting silently, he started tapping his fingers on his knees, impatience growing. There really was something to the convenience of using a Gate.

Just as his emotions started bubbling up from "inconvenienced" to "annoyed", he felt the carriage slow, then creak to a stop.

"We're here, milord," said the driver, after a beat.

Ainz raised a finger to Nabe, who was trying to be the one to go first, ostensibly to shield him from a sudden ambush. And while that was indeed laudable, it was better for him to take the fall—as he was ultimately more powerful then her. As such, he opened the carriage door, while keeping a hand behind his back, ready for a counter-spell.

No attack came; but there was a loud, bustling hubbub that awaited him outside, as if coming from a crowd. Ainz turned to look, assessing the situation, and saw that there were a bunch of adventurer-looking people standing over in the distance.

"Momon-san!"

"It's Momon!"

"Sir Momon!"

A chorus of voices greeted him as some of the adventurers came rushing over, waving at him and cheering. Momon saw that they were in some sort of rural area, with a lone mansion sitting at the end of a paved road, with trees flanking the path on either side. The mansion was large, and sumptuous-looking, and had the look of some sort of cathedral, or church. The carriages were all lined up like a long caterpillar underneath the shade of the trees, apparently they had traveled as a large caravan to this place.

"Wow, Momon-sama, did they really scout you too?"

"Sir Momon, may I say it is a privilege to be working—"

"Hey Momon-san, nice to meet you again!"

"Ah, it's—" Ainz pointed, recognizing several of the gathered adventurers. If he recalled correctly, they were the same adventurers that had accompanied him on escorting those Workers to Nazarick. "… It is good to see you once more."

"Wow, Momon-san, you really remember us?" the adventurers cried. "We're so very honored!"

"You did good work, though it is unfortunate how it all ended," Ainz said, though he tried not to sound too ominous. He moved closer, in order to personally gather information through gossip.

"Yeah, we were real lucky, come to think of it," said the adventurer, looking at his friends. "That said, did you really accept the Theocracy's offer, Momon-san?"

"I agreed to hear them out, nothing more." He glanced around. "Is that why you are also here?"

They all confirmed that fact. It seemed that Ainz wasn't the only adventurer they had approached. Though Ainz seemed to be the only adamantite-level who had come.

"The highest among us before you came was in mithril," said an adventurer. "And he came from the Empire."

"Most of the people here are from the Empire," said another adventurer.

"I don't blame them," said another one. "Considering what's happening with the Emperor over there."

The talk then moved towards discussing the latest development that Ainz knew well, that of the alliance that had been forged with Ainz's own Nazarick, and the Baharuth Empire. He had heard the preliminary reports from Albedo, of the impression that the victory at Katze Plains had made on the people of the Kingdom. Now here was another perspective, from the adventurers based in the Empire.

It seemed that Ainz's sudden appearance, as well as the subsequent battle at the Katze Plains, had solidified the opinion among the people that the Bloody Emperor Jircniv was consorting with evil. Some speculated he might even be plotting to transform into some sort of powerful sorcerer, using his "unholy compact" with Ainz Ooal Gown.

Ainz felt sorry for the poor man they were slandering, and thought about popping over to the Empire with a Gate to reassure him that he did not at all wish to convert him into his puppet. Well, something for later.

"Your Excellencies," said a familiar voice. Ainz turned and saw that it was his contact. He walked along the path, motioning with his hands as if he were calling the adventurers over. "The Bishop Wais patiently awaits Your august presences inside the mansion. If you could all please follow me inside."

Ainz hung back as the rest of the adventurers dutifully followed the man into the mansion. He glanced at Nabe pointedly. At her command, the shadow demons emerged from the carriage and darted through the shadows into the mansion, ready to perform another round of reconnaissance.

"Be on guard," Ainz said, as he walked forward, striding purposely towards the mansion. Behind his helmet, he was testing his sight on the mansion, and found the enchantments he expected. They were all a lot heavier and "denser" compared to the spells he'd found in the carriage, but he was still fairly confident he could beat them, if it came to it.

Inside the mansion, they were all directed towards the ballroom, where the wide space was filled up by many round tables. On each one were heaped hot, steaming food and refreshing drinks. Many an adventurer exclaimed with delight at that, and quickly found seats for themselves.

Ainz and Narberal found a secluded table which they took for themselves. Servants appeared from behind secluded alcoves and side passages to serve them drinks, which he accepted with thanks; even when the two of them put their wine-glasses away right afterwards.

Instead of chowing down and getting tipsy as all the other people were doing, Ainz instead made the appearance of eating, even if he left the task of "eating" the food to a shadow demon. In the meanwhile, he kept on observing his surroundings, and was prepared for almost anything to happen.

"Your Excellencies, please allow me to announce: the Bishop Wais!"

Ainz craned his neck, and saw a sharp-faced fellow, clad in some sort of priestly robes, enter the ballroom. He was greeted with a loud, boisterous cheer that bounced off the walls and made the tables rumble. "To the Bisho!" they shouted as a toast, pounding their hands on the table and raising their glasses in joyful salute.

The Bishop raised his hand and walked slowly up to the other end of the ballroom, all while glancing around and seemingly inspecting the ruckus around him. Sometimes he would stop and converse with a group, perhaps knowing them as an acquaintance beforehand. Ainz felt his gaze sweep towards the pair of them, linger for a brief moment, before sliding away. He went up further to a raised platform that had been prepared on the far end of the room, upon which he stood to look out over the crowd.

He activated some sort of spell that made his voice quite a bit louder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you approach the denouement of your feast, allow me to share a few words.

"As you all know, I am Bishop Wais Shei Gruff, subcommander of the Flurry Scripture, a division in the Slaine Theocracy dedicated to foreign affairs. I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you here, in private, to my mansion, for a brief audience.

"Not many of you may know this, but the Theocracy has been so far engaged in a war with the elven kingdoms to the east. As such our hands have, for the time being, been regrettably tied with regards to affairs in the other human kingdoms. We were confident, however, that things would not degenerate for even the briefest time we were not watching—but alas, as you know well, they have.

"For NOT ONLY has there been a new, upstart kingdom that came to disrupt the status quo, this kingdom is led by and fields the likes of the loathsome and deprave undead! This Ainz Ooal Gown, whoever he is or may have been, has made his mark on the world, and staked his claim with the blood of a thousand innocents. My friends, I do not need to reiterate the facts that have occurred on the fields of Katze. You all know this too well. But I will repeat, for it needs repeating, that the undead, no matter their background or provenance, are forever the enemies of humanity! There can be no quarter for these wretched creatures, just as you would not expect mercy from them too. Indeed, I can safely say that the Theocracy already views the Sorcerous Kingdom as an enemy!

"But regrettably, as I need not repeat, our hands are still tied. We would no sooner ride into that blasted den of evil and eliminate this undead scourge, to then find after the elven dagger firmly planted in our backs. All other Scriptures agree that for now we must act covertly to contain, to subvert, and to ultimately defeat this new menace, as we conclude our dispute with the elves.

"Does this mean, then, that you are to be recruited as our soldiers?" Here he paused for dramatic effect, at his audience who'd now seemed to forget their meals, only staring blankly at the Bishop. "No, although you are certainly welcome to sign up officially for it. No, what we do need, now, from Your Excellencies, is something that is just an extension of your duties as adventurers. The Theocracy has approved it, and I have been empowered to execute it: we shall be hiring you all on indefinite retainer as agents of the Theocracy."

Here he paused again, looking around the room as the buzz of returning voices filled it. The adventurers were now murmuring amongst themselves, astounded by the Bishop's speech.

Ainz for his part didn't know what to make of the speech. It was good to see the Slaine Theocracy's intentions towards Nazarick, which definitely made them a threat to watch out for. On the other hand, this was actually a very golden opportunity to exploit, if he could just manage it. He, or rather, his Momon persona, had been invited personally to participate, and if he could just ingratiate himself, he could achieve much in his goals inside the Theocracy before he'd be found out.

"Calm yourself, Nabe," he murmured under his breath. He could plainly see the look of abject hostility that the maid was shooting, mainly towards the Bishop. If looks could kill, hers certainly could. "Or are you looking to fail your mission entirely?"

Her expression crumbled and she bowed apologetically to him. "My deepest apologies, Ainz-sama—"

"Shush," he said. "Just watch silently, and do nothing."

Cowed, the maid nodded and kept her anger to herself, though he could definitely tell it was still there, bubbling under the surface. He could definitely understand, as he was feeling just slightly displeased that Nazarick was being targeted this way. Regardless of his current plans, he had to inform Albedo and Demiurge to draw up plans accordingly.

In the meantime, the Bishop was fielding questions from the gathered adventurers, who had almost all finished with their feasts.

"… assure you that you will be well-compensated if you agree. And if you refuse, then there's no harm done. We shall escort you back to wherever you wish to go, and that shall conclude our business." The buzz of voices grew louder.

"Wait, everyone shut up!" cried an adventurer, whose tag named him as a mithril-class. He looked rather like an immensely outspoken fellow. "I don't know why no one's answering the obvious question: what exactly do you need us to be doing, Bishop? Details!" At that, the other adventurers nodded, echoing the same question. Even Ainz was thankful to that one for voicing a question he also wanted to ask.

The Bishop was able to answer smoothly, without missing a beat. "Your tasks, should you wish to accept them formally, will be to assist the Theocracy in securing humanity's future. Any particulars beyond that, I'm afraid, will be classified information. After all, there is a chance, however slight, that our plans may fall to dangerous hands. I do not say this to slight you or your abilities; so do forgive me if I seem to be implying it."

A few adventurers grumbled at that. Still, the whole room had taken on a mood of great uncertainty. Seeming to sense this, the Bishop continued by saying, "I understand your feelings well, and that is why we give you three days to decide. In the meantime, my house is your house, and your rooms have already been assigned to you upstairs. Sit back, relax, eat and drink to your content; and should you wish to leave before the three days then we have carriages outside ready for you." Here the Bishop looked around, as if he were sizing up each and every one of the people gathered there. "I pray the Six Gods guide you where your destiny lies."

And with that, the Bishop withdrew to a side chamber, and noise returned to the room. Some of the adventurers bellowed for more drink or food; the rest were already standing up with serious looks on their faces. Ainz joined the latter group, rising to his feet with Nabe following right behind.

"Sir Momon, Lady Nabe," said a voice. Ainz turned to see the very same agent from before. "I trust your meals were agreeable, Your Excellencies?"

"They were adequate."

"I see." The man lowered his voice. "I have come to relay the message that the Bishop wishes to see the both of you personally inside his quarters. Will you come?"

Ainz considered it for a moment. He glanced towards Nabe, as if to imply he was asking her opinion. But it was to check if the shadow demons had found anything to worry about—and she shook her head no.

"I have no objections," Ainz said. "Please lead the way."

The Bishop's private chambers were a lavishly decorated room filled with many objects of art that Ainz couldn't appraise with his bare eyes. But it all still gave the impression of a man with expensive tastes, who was willing to show it off to any visitor.

"Welcome, my lord and lady," said the Bishop behind the desk. He was no longer wearing his hat, and he had loosened his garments somewhat. On his table was a bottle of liquor, from where he began pouring into a glass. "Please sit, please sit. I trust you've no complaints about our hospitality?"

"None."

"Would either of you like a drink?"

"Please," Ainz said.

"Not for me," said Nabe.

"Ah, I have misspoken. I have heard that the Beautiful Princess does not drink. My sincerest apologies," said the Bishop, inclining his head.

"You seem to be well-informed," Ainz observed.

"In our business of keeping humanity afloat in this hostile world, there isn't anything wrong with being too cautious," Wais admitted. "Though, I freely admit that our information network is no longer as robust as it once was."

Ainz openly removed his helmet, revealing to Wais, or anyone else who might be observing, that he was just a normal-looking human beneath. He took a sip from the drink, allowing the fluid to be processed by his transformed gut—which could neutralize any poison.

"Then, what is it you wish to speak about?" he said.

The Bishop nodded. "I can tell you're a straightforward person, Your Excellency. You wish to cut straight to the point, and I shall oblige. We have invited many adventurer groups here, and it is true that we wish to recruit them to our cause. But you and Nabe, being adamantite-classes worthy of being called 'strong' among humanity, are even greater assets. In you is embodied the ideal to which humanity strives—selfless, heroic, and strong."

"You flatter me. So I would join and become your soldier or something?"

"No, no, we would not presume to tie you down into the hierarchy. Though if that is what you wish, it is also an alternative."

"Hoh."

"But, other than that, what we do wish to give you, is an 'ongoing quest', as part of a long-term contract. The Slaine Theocracy will be your client, and the duration will be indefinite. In Guild terms, an indefinite, persistent adamantite-rank quest, with rewards given on a consistent, periodic basis." The Bishop let the silence linger after he was done, forcing Ainz to cough to fill it.

"Yet again, I must repeat the question—what shall we really be doing? Not telling us is as equivalent to a certain situation: here are some dangerous ruins to loot, but you don't tell me it has a sleeping dragon inside. If we know, we may not do it, but we might also wish to reap the reward. And so it is the same situation here."

The Bishop took another sip. "Very well. You are indeed entitled to such a thing. In brief, we are looking to keep you on retainer. We shall pay you a fixed amount every month, and allow you to continue as you are—adventuring, looting, whatever it is you do. But when we need you, we shall require your services immediately."

"As a soldier?"

"To some degree. Tell me, sir Momon, do you think you could defeat this Ainz Ooal Gown?"

After a short pause, Ainz nodded and said, "I see, so that's how it is." He was getting the picture now. They wanted him as defense against his own self, Ainz Ooal Gown. But what did they know of him that they were willing to bribe him to become their weapon? He folded his arms.

"I have only heard of this sorcerer from the periphery, as I was not present in the Kingdom during that battle with the Empire," he said. "I would need to meet him myself to appraise his strength, just like Jaldabaoth."

"Preliminary reports seem to indicate this sorcerer is at least slightly stronger than that Demon, considering the spell he has at its disposal," Wais said. "He also might have a way to take over the minds of people, considering the stupendous ease with which he remained hidden for such a long time."

"In that case, and on the condition that we cannot define the location of the battle, then I am not confident that I and Nabe alone could defeat this Ainz," Ainz said. "We would need to put him at a disadvantage, somehow. And even then, it is a dangerous prospect. For this one, you might need more than my abilities. But again, I am still not sure of his power." It felt strange to be talking about himself to someone, and it made him very self-conscious.

"I see. I thank you for your candid evaluation, Your Excellency," said Wais. "In that case, we are justified in sending out messages to all of humanity's best and brightest. Do not worry, should you choose to accept our offer we shan't be sending you to battle without at least ensuring all possible options have been prepared, so to speak."

"That is the adventurer's lot: lots of preparations," Ainz said, shrugging. "Is this why you brought in those other adventurers then?"

Wais raised his brows. "Oh them? Well, yes, they are still important in their own ways, but they're to fulfill different aims. It doesn't yet matter." The man shook his head. "Well then, sir Momon, the cards are on the table. Like the others, we shall give you three days to decide—"

"Oh no need to wait. I agree to the terms," Ainz interrupted. He crossed his arms. "And I am eager to proceed."

"—and when—my pardons?" The man stared slackjawed at him.

"I see nothing wrong with the proposal," Ainz continued smoothly. "It does not interfere with my sworn duties to the Guild, and it also allows me to prepare for this future confrontation, thanks to the resources you shall be granting. So I shall certainly accept."

"I… Thank you?" Wais, looking extremely taken aback, could only sit in shocked silence.

Even with the knowledge that he was being leveraged against himself, Ainz could find few problems with involving himself with the Slaine Theocracy. They were practically handing him entry to their nation on a silver platter, and he didn't even have to lift a finger. Not yet anyway.

"My pardons, we need to retire for now," Ainz said, rising to his feet. "But I hope you're satisfied with the answer?"

"Very much, Your Excellency," Wais admitted. "We should finalize the details later, if that will be alright with you?"

"That is adequate," said Ainz, as he and Nabe turned to leave the room.

He spent some time later in the room communicating the details to Albedo. She and Nabe had been especially indignant that he was being made to act like a normal servant, even if he was paid handsomely. Still, he kept reiterating the value of discovering the Theocracy's secrets without revealing themselves, which was how he got them to relent.

The shadow demons reported no interesting secrets inside the mansion. There were those magical artifacts that he'd spotted inside the Bishop's house, but he suspected there was nothing of real value there. The Bishop did not strike him as an individual who would be given a really important item.

The next day, they met once more with the Bishop, this time to set up the details of their next move. Wais told them that they needed to move to another place to formally sign Momon and Nabe to the Theocracy's service.

"I do not have the authority to secure a contract on behalf of my nation," he said, a little embarrassed.

He was invited to go to the city immediately, if he wished, but Ainz chose to spend the whole three days in the mansion.

Of course, he didn't spend the whole three days there. He left a minor doppelganger under Nabe's charge and returned to Nazarick, from where he attended to other affairs. When he returned, he had somehow made a vassal of the Empire. By then Momon and Nabe had been taken to the city, where that latest piece of news was what everyone was talking about.

"Only a few adventurer groups agreed," Nabe reported. It seemed that most of the adventurers, in particular the lower-ranked ones, had refused the Theocracy's offer and had already left. The consenting ones had been driven together with them to this city, but they had been separated since then. Momon and Nabe had been taken to a posh, high-class hotel, where Ainz had found them. "Is it true, my lord? Did you really manage to subjugate that arrogant insect?"

Ainz shrugged. The inner machinations of such a mind as brilliant as Jircniv's would forever be an enigma to him. Still, more than the perplexing manner of somehow vassalizing the Baharuth Empire, he had been able to test his battle experience against that war troll at the arena. Overall, it seemed like a win-win, and he wasn't looking to complain.

Then if he could just find a way to glimpse the Theocracy's secrets, everything would turn out quite better.

"How's the reconnaissance in this area?" he asked, preparing himself mentally for the meeting.

"The shadow demons continue to have free rein," Nabe said. "But they found nothing that interesting."

He felt a little disappointed that they had yet to find anything interesting in the cities they'd visited. It all made the Theocracy seemed mundane and boring.

They met Bishop Wais once more, but this time inside what looked to be a government office. Many of the people inside gave the duo a wide berth as they walked through the halls. The whole place gave off a feeling of a bustling, mid-level office, which was vaguely familiar to Ainz.

"Sir Momon, Lady Nabe, it is good to see you once more," Wais greeted, once they'd entered the appointed office. "Allow me to once more thank you for agreeing to aid humanity in this trying time." There was another man sitting beside the bishop. "This is one of our leaders, the Cardinal of Earth, Raymond Zerg Laurensan."

"Pleased to meet you," Ainz said, responding almost automatically. Nabe mimicked his motions.

"The pleasure is mine," the man said, inclining his head. "I would also like to echo the good bishop's sentiment: humanity is all the stronger with you two among us, and we are humbled by your decision to aid our cause."

"This is not mere philanthropy, Cardinal," Ainz murmured.

"Of course," the man said. "At your heart, you are an adventurer, and thus is your destiny etched upon this world by the gods. We in the Theocracy would never dream of curbing such desires and your right to them—for they are the cornerstone of humanity."

"Well said, sir," said Wais. "Now, sir Momon, here are the documents now that you will need to sign, in order for us to formally grant you the high-level quest."

They spent the next hour hammering out the finer details, including the various clauses and conditions which would require Ainz's services. His mercenary work would only be invoked when "significant harm" was expected from the Sorcerous Kingdom, and he would never be involved in any other operation otherwise. His payment would also be fast-tracked directly to the Guild headquarters in the Kingdom capital.

Ainz and Nabe signed the documents, then the Cardinal made another sign, after which Wais stamped an official seal at the bottom. One copy of the contract was given to Ainz, which he rolled up. Then the Cardinal poured out drinks, pointedly leaving out Nabe, which meant he was already informed of her preferences.

"To humanity's glorious future," the Cardinal said in toast.

"To a mutually beneficial relationship," Ainz said.

"Hear, hear!" Wais said.

With the signing completed, Ainz wondered what he should do now. They weren't giving him much of a way "in", and he would have to leave the Theocracy with nothing to show for it—unless he managed through other means. Fortunately, the Cardinal saved him the trouble.

"Sir Momon, my pardons, but do you have any outstanding quests to do?" he asked.

"Not at the moment."

The Cardinal snapped his fingers. "In that case, allow us to give you a tour of the capital. As we are now nominally allies, this is the least we can do to broaden our relationship. What do you say?"

"I have time," he said, trying not to sound too excited.

"Excellent! Bishop Wais shall again be your guide."

"I would be honored," said the bishop.

Ainz and Nabe were directed towards the capital city, with Wais promising to meet them there on an appointed time. Naturally, Ainz wasted no time getting there himself together with the shadow demons, leaving a doppelganger and Nabe to complete the journey by carriage.

Their capital was large and expansive, as expected. Once there, Momon disappeared and a random, nondescript person replaced him, just in case anyone was observing. After all, he was supposed to have come here by carriage.

Right from the start, his examinations showed him that there were many interesting places here. Some of his diagnostic spells told him, as clear as day, that this place was protected in a similar way to Nazarick, which lent more credence to the fact that Players had been involved here somehow.

Even the shadow demons were able to find many places. There were hidden passages everywhere, each of them protected by spells. What was more, they were able to detect the presence of vaults, though none of them dared to get a closer look, for Ainz had forbidden them from challenging a certain threshold of power.

Interestingly, each of the Temples present here were the loci of these hidden tunnels and vaults. Given that these were the headquarters for their religion, then any items stored within would definitely be of great interest.

And so, not wishing to stir the hornet's nest, Ainz headed for the Temple with the least security. He felt rather like a thief, sneaking into a house and claiming all the items within. Ordinarily, he would not have resorted to such a thing, but the nature of this country, as well as the presence of Players, made it necessary to press his advantage, when and where he could find it.

As such, he was a little excited when he started infiltrating the Temple's inner passages, after bypassing the meager defenses on the surface.

Misdirection. Deception. those were the things that Ainz had specialized in, back at Yggdrasil. As a natural coward, Ainz as Momonga had always ensured that any situation would always result in his survival, even if it couldn't be called a victory. Defeat, of course, was anathema to the pride of Ainz Ooal Gown, and so Ainz pulled out many a dirty trick, almost making his guildmates tell him he should've specialized into a rogue-like class instead of a magic caster.

He took pride in his "machinations", even if he didn't have too keen a tactical mind. After all, he could ensure his team-mates survived a PKK encounter by enabling them to run away without the enemy knowing, which always ensured that Ainz Ooal Gown was victorious in almost every encounter, technically speaking. Punitto Moe had praised him and his build, calling him a "lynchpin" of the guild, whatever that meant.

Once he'd gone past the first floor, he found himself in a subterranean area, appropriately lit by torches. There were several large vaults here, each apparently containing items that seemed valuable according to his divinations.

"Watch the outside," he told the shadow demons. After sending them off, he transformed back into Momon, and equipped the necessary armor. Despite the apparent lack of enemies, it was always better to be proven wrong and survive, than be proven wrong and die. Then he followed his diagnostic spell, which was pointing him in the direction of "loot". Despite the absence of any other person, he still moved cautiously, conscious that he'd step on a trapdoor of sorts.

He reached the first vault. He laid his hand on its surface, then murmured the spell to open the lock. The Theocracy seemed to have built this to be impregnable, but his unlocking spell was far too powerful for it. The vault doors slid open with a loud crashing rumble.

Inside were a large bunch of items, arranged along shelves and placed on pedestals. Ainz wandered all over, scanning the room quickly with his eyes. Once again, he wondered if he should just outright plunder the vault, or just choose a few items here and there. The Theocracy would surely react to the theft, but how would it affect them? Would the absence of these items somehow allow them to be conquered by those elves they mentioned? He didn't really care for their fate, except if the elves turned out to be far more troublesome. Nazarick hadn't really sent any spies to that place yet.

Shrugging to himself, he picked up an item at random to appraise. Then he found another, and repeated this again and again. Most of the items seemed to have been created natively to this world, but there were a few items that were definitely from Yggdrasil. One of them was a horn intended to summon ice elementals, which he knew was a consolation prize in one of the game's many gacha wheels. He even had them in his inventory. Comparing the two objects in his hand made it all the clear they were the exact same items.

So there were others before me… he thought, his heart now racing. What had happened to them? Would it be possible for any one of them to still be alive?

Thinking those thoughts, Ainz left the vault and closed it. He didn't take anything from there, as they weren't really useful to him; nor would they be at all dangerous to Nazarick if used against them.

He moved to the next vault. Yet just as the doors opened, someone rounded the corner near him.

Ainz whirled, and froze, utterly surprised that someone was here. He stared at the woman, for it was a woman who had rounded the corner, and was now staring back at him with actual shock.

"What… the hell…" the woman muttered. He noticed she looked like some sort of elf, with heterochromatic eyes. Her hair was also bizarrely dyed black and silver. Whoever she was, Ainz needed to be on guard. She hadn't shown up in his automatic divination spells—which meant she was at least level sixty, or blessed by an enchantment on that same level.

"Err… I am Momon, an adventurer," Ainz said quickly, bowing and hoping they would buy it. "I was given a tour by your country, yet I found myself lost in the streets and wandering around. Then I went inside this Temple to explore, before I found myself here—"

"You think I'd buy that sort of excuse?" the woman hissed. "The entry to these halls are welded shut by powerful mechanisms, and I would have known if someone had opened them through the key! That you're here means you bypassed them somehow, which means you're an intruder."

"Wait—" But the woman had already drawn her weapon, a long, spear-like object.

"Interesting that you were able to do that, mister, but you better be ready to run—because you're about to die," the woman said before she lunged.

She's fast? Ainz thought, as he drew his twin greatswords. Their initial clash sent a shockwave of force that scattered the objects inside the open vault, and sent a rumble reverberating through the underground hall.

The woman now looked surprised at their clashed weapons. "How did you…?"

"Please, allow me to explain—" Ainz said, before realizing she was about to strike again. She started whirling her weapon around, like a propeller, forcing Ainz to back up, unwilling to retaliate. Then, when it looked like she wouldn't relent, he drew his swords into an "x", causing another titanic clash.

"Huh," said the woman, staring at her weapon caught between his paired blades. She narrowed her eyes at him and drew back a few paces.

Ainz furiously transformed beneath the armor, giving himself attributes of the physically-superior races. This seemed fortunate, as the woman's next attacks were a flurry of swings, intent on beating him down. He was able to recognize that just like Clementine she was far more skilled than him, and that he was only able to match her skill with his speed and strength. But unlike Clementine she seemed a whole lot faster and stronger, forcing him to work even harder than before.

Twang! A brief lapse in focus and she'd forced her way through his guard. Ainz was already backing up, but she managed to get in and score a hit. Fortunately, it didn't even scratch his black armor, only banging against it as if it were a drum.

"So you've got good gear too," the woman said.

Ainz exhaled. "Please, listen to me."

"But it's strange. You're like a complete amateur at this. And yet I cannot seem to kill you," she said, though it looked like she was only talking to herself.

Ainz considered his options. It was difficult to take back his claim that he was not Momon the Dark Hero. That meant that even if he did manage to escape, word of his involvement here would reach their higher ups and that would lead to a whole lot of awkward questions.

On the other hand, he could also claim ignorance, and feign outrage that someone out there was impersonating him. That idea seemed brilliant. So he now needed to act differently from his usual self, to cast doubt on his claim of being Momon.

"So it's been fun dancing with you," he said brightly. "But I have previous engagements. Farewell!"

"Wait!"

A puff of smoke exploded, engulfing the narrow space, allowing Ainz to create a duplicate of himself. Then he bounded away, using transformed legs to run back quickly to the entrance, where he would transform and lose the woman.

"Wait, damn you!" she cried, but Ainz was already far away. He went through the hidden door that led to the surface, and was already running down the middle of the temple interior when he felt danger from behind.

"Hyaarghh!" A wave of purple energy threw him to the ground, and it felt as if a body had charged right into him. Still, he managed to recover and make for the door when he felt his way blocked by something invisible, as if he had gone against an invisible wall.

"You're not going anywhere," cried the woman, her voice echoing in the temple. "I don't know who you are, but I ain't holding back!"

A barrier! Ainz's mind quickly shuffled to find a spell to dispel it, but then he whirled, feeling like there was great danger coming from behind—for he felt goosebumps all over his skin.

The violet blast impacted with violent strength, forcing Ainz against the barrier as he felt himself being pushed back, like he were standing in front of a giant spinning fan. He felt bits and pieces of his armor being stripped away, like scales being flayed from a fish. He could his helm cracking, then breaking apart.

When the attack ended, he stared down in shock at his battered armor. The armor had not been the best, but it had been his armor. And now this woman had somehow found a way to damage it. He was filled with a sudden burst of rage that he charged forward. The woman responded with another attack. Ainz entirely forgot about casting any fancy spells or any other tactic. He took off his helm, then tossed it aside, his uncovered face set in teeth-grinding rage. He just charged, bearing the full brunt of the magical attack, and diving right into the depths with unbridled determination. He saw the woman's face morph into shock as he neared, all until she was within his range.

"How…?" the woman said, now looking at him with a mix of surprise and fear. "My strongest attack… What the hell are you?"

He bowled her over, pinning his body right on top of hers. Blood was roaring in his ears. "How dare you. How dare you! How dare you dent my armor? That's MY armor!"

He loomed over her, straddling her body, using his enormous hand to pin her wrists together above her head. She continued to struggle, but with Ainz flexing his full power, it was like struggling against a rock.

The woman just kept staring at him, and rather intently. "Answer!" he demanded. Nothing changed, and he could see that the woman was now breathing hard. "Are you a Player?"

"Uwaaahh…" The strange sound surprised Ainz. Just as he was about to use a spell to tie her up, she said something that literally flipped his world upside-down.

"Please fuck me," the woman said.

"…What? What the hell?"

"You're strong! So, so strong!" she said. He thought she was going insane. "You're so very strong, stranger! You have to fuck me. Breed me. Give me a child worthy of your power!"

He cocked his head. "I don't…"

"Touch my cunt. Do it. I'm wet. When you pinned me down to the floor all I could feel was the torrent gushing from my lady parts. So please!"

He felt his anger deflating, leaving him in an uncertain state. "… You're a strange woman."

"And you're a strange man, if you won't fuck me!" she responded. He recognized the unhinged look on her face, and it reminded him very much of Albedo or Shalltear. Thus far he had been able to dance around their affections—in particular Albedo, whom he always kept at a distance to prevent her succubus charms from working on him. Now this was definitely déjà vu, and suddenly he wasn't sure if he should be this close to her.

"If you won't do it, then I will!" the woman said, and then Ainz felt another magical wave knock him back, making him land on his butt. He looked up, and saw the woman leaping at him like some sort of crazed beast.

They rolled around on the floor, with Ainz too surprised by her sudden change in demeanor to act seriously. The woman's strength was really something else, and it almost felt like the time Albedo had cornered him in the office, which had led to an actual battle involving Mare and the Eight-Edge Assassins. Now he was locked in mortal (or so it seemed) combat with a deranged woman, who actually looked charming and cute now that he could see her closer.

And then, before he knew it, her uniform had gotten ripped, uncovering a clear view of her pink nipples. Ainz stopped, mesmerized by the sight, allowing her to push him down. She began grinding her crotch against his, though he was still wearing his armor. To his amazement she pulled at his codpiece, straining like she was weight-lifting. That she managed to pull it down through sheer strength was even more surprising.

By this point, Ainz's instincts were all ablaze. He had at first been filled with righteous anger, then confusion, and now arousal. The gauntlet of emotions had yet to be soothed, and he could no longer keep himself sane and stoic, as he usually was when faced with lewd sights.

Therefore he grabbed her shoulders, then kissed her, furiously. She seemed surprised by that, as her lips didn't respond to the kiss. Her fists pressed against his chest, as if to push him back. Then her lips pushed back against him, her fingers uncoiling and pawing at him. He wrapped his massive hand around her delicate waist, while the other cupped her bared breast. Her hands twined and combed through his hair.

She slid her tongue between his lips, which surprised him, as he felt a shocking sensation from that contact. She pulled away, and he could see her panting, breathing heavy, sweet puffs on his face. "Oh, you're perfect, you're perfect…" she mumbled, as she draped her legs around his midsection, her ample ass settling against his crotch—where his member was now growing bolder.

She pushed his hands away from her, holding them in place with her knees. Then she unzipped her uniform, peeling it away. She undid her gauntlets, then her skirt, and lastly her boots. She tossed her hair and there she was, a fully naked woman sitting on top of him. His eyes traveled over her beautiful, pale skin, which seemed to give off a faint gleam. She caught his eye and he felt something he couldn't describe: a spark or a fire of desire he couldn't deny. She licked her lips, a sight that stirred his instincts. The woman leaned down and slowly began to remove his armor, which he allowed her to do, as his gaze was trapped in her slender body. A delicious chill came over him as she stripped him down to his boxers.

She kissed him again, deeper and more passionate now. A great upheaval came over his soul, like an electric wave running from the bottom of his feet to the tips of his hair. She leaned her whole body against him, skin plastered against skin, her hard nipples pressing against his chest. Her fingers explored his chest, leaving intense, fiery goosebumps wherever they went. The woman smiled as she pulled away from his lips, and he saw the lewd bridge of spit. She arched her back, pushing her magnificent bust out, and slurped up like syrup into her lovely mouth.

Then she bent down, kissing his muscular frame, biting at his skin like some sort of cat, travelling all the way down until she reached his boxers. Both of them were aware of the large bulge that was there, budding beneath her presence. She grinned, the madness never quite leaving her gaze, as she pushed the fabric down, allowing his cock to rise up and greet her.

"Uwaaah…" was all she said, blushing furiously as the cock literally towered over her. He'd made a mistake—he'd left the settings of his cock to a mishmash of various creatures, and so now it was like a grotesque pillar of meat that cast a long shadow over the woman's face. Then, wonder of wonders, the first ever woman in this new world—or actually in his whole life—grabbed at his cock, her fingers barely able to encircle the girthy shaft.

"What a weapon," she said, breathing warm puffs against his length that made him squirm. "Truly you are a pinnacle of humanity." He didn't care to correct her—because what sane male would, in this situation? She gave him one experimental stroke, then two, and even that brief sensation of her warm fingers around his cock made him shudder in delight.

She settled herself deeper between his legs, nudging them apart. She gazed at his cock like it was some sort of birthday cake. He had a faint idea of what was coming, but he was still surprised when it did.

She licked the tip of his cock, making him moan. She smacked her lips loud, as if she was about to partake in a delicacy. She pushed out her tongue and started to lick all around the tip. She felt around and behind the bulbous head, working her way downward in a spiral. Her hands encircled the base, pumping up as she licked down, and down when she licked back up. He shuddered endlessly from her ministrations. Her fingers alternated clutching his cock, then her nails ghosted along his thighs, then his navel, bringing a steady prickly pleasure that had him pumping his hips upward.

"I seem to have the better of you… *slurp*… in here… Fufu! Apparently a great human… has his flaws still…"

"Kuh..!"

"But it's just as well… mmmphhhh! I did practice… a lot…"

Every word she spoke made her breathe on his crotch, heightening his pleasure. Still, she wasn't done. As he struggled to contain himself, she slowly but firmly puckered her lips around his tip, pouring out her spit to drip in great rivers down his shaft. Then she followed it with a downward motion of her head, firmly sheathing him inside a hot, wet embrace. She slid all the way down, taking in every last inch of him, until the tip of his cock now made a visible bulge in her throat. Her cheeks bulged from his immense girth. How she managed it he didn't know, but that was the truth—with every inch of his monstrous cock sheathed firmly inside her lovely, churning mouth.

He felt his balls seize, as if he were about to cum, but he commanded his body to steady, to eke out as much pleasure from this experience as he could. She slid him in and out of her mouth, just enough so her lips marked the half-way point of his length, before plunging back in. She looked up and locked her eyes with him, and he held her gaze, as if she wanted to let him know he was under her spell now, that she wielded pleasure as a weapon that was so effective on him.

And it truly was. Ainz was trapped in a haze of lust as the stranger steadily, sloppily serviced her cock with a frenzy that had his toes curling. His breath was quickening, and he was no longer able to hold on. To make things worse for his endurance she started moving faster, bobbing her head up and down with superhuman speed, quickly building him up to the peak whether he wanted it or not. She moaned appreciatively, as if she loved the feel of his hard cock impaling her throat, of the power she held over him.

Having never experienced fellatio in any way before, Ainz could not compare her experience to anything or anyone. But he felt that even with that, she seemed to have the best mouth and technique. She knew how to suck and gargle cock, fulfilling his ever desire. Her mouth made loud, suctioning sounds that echoed throughout the temple, proof of her masterful service.

Pleasure surged through his body like a lightning spell. His limbs shook, his hips thrusting up to make his cock sink deep into her throat as he came. His pulsating tip sent fresh hot ropes of cum right down her gullet, feeding her directly with his hot seed. She held him there, patiently keeping his whole length inside as he came literal gallons—for his balls had been a package deal with his cock, meaning he could cum endlessly if he wanted to. And it seemed endless, surprising even her with his vigor as she felt the never-ending stream of semen into her gut. As he settled back down, his muscles screaming like he had been fighting an intense battle, he subtly transformed his balls, which ended the supply of cum—for now. He felt completely drained, as if a heavy burden had been taken completely off his hands.

Thus, she was finally able to withdraw, inch after inch sliding out of her mouth until his cock snapped out with a lewd, obnoxious smack. She smiled, enjoying the taste of him lingering in her mouth as the warmth in her belly began to spread all over her body.

"I guess the women told true," she said, voice a little hoarse. "Though a man be the greatest hero of them all, he can be undone by a woman with a good mouth."

Ainz was still breathing hard, trying to process the immense pleasure frying his brain from that stupendous orgasm. Despite his "defeat" he was still rock-hard.

She smiled, seeing the look in his eyes. "But the women also told me not all men can run with a woman for long. But apparently you can." She crawled back up his body, planting her warm, sweaty naked skin directly against his. "Have you a rejoinder?"

In response he placed her hand against the curve of her waist. Her skin was soft, almost creamy in quality. He wanted to do more with her. His hands slipped to her breasts, and he felt their shapes and bounciness, then squeezed her nipples until they reddened.

This time, he pushed her back as he kissed her. He bit her lower lip as her back arched to press her boobs firmly against him. His hands drifted down, until he grasped at her pert butt-cheeks, squeezing them like ripe fruits. She groaned against his lips, the bud of arousal growing and growing, as their mutual hunger escalated.

He settled in against her, pinning her wrists once more above her head. This time she didn't resist as they went all in on the kiss. When he broke the kiss to start suckling her tits, she stretched her body like a cat and mewled accordingly.

"I want you, stranger," she said. "Breed me. Now." Her legs rubbed against his shaft, which now hung like a deadly weapon of destruction above her own crotch. He felt between her legs, finding she was soaked, such that it was completely overflowing, even over her thighs.

He had no prior experience, except for faint memories of a life in another world. So he said and did nothing when she guided his cock eagerly into her warm, hot pussy. She gasped as he first filled her. His size was still monstrous, and thus she perspired heavily as he continued to stuff his meat into her. When he was but halfway she already felt full, but he still kept going, urged onward by the exquisite pleasure her squeezing inner folds gave him. She bit her lip, tears breaking out from the corner of her eyes as his monster cock settled fully inside her cunt.

When he was fully sheathed inside, she spent a long while holding her breath, until she couldn't anymore. He had stretched her insides to the limit with his tremendous girth. She exhaled loudly and opened her eyes, meeting his own as he gazed down intensely at her.

"Go. Please," she urged.

Without speaking, he withdrew his member, until he was but halfway out, then plunged back in. The immense force was almost a legitimate attack by itself, and she squealed as a torrent of cum came gushing out of her nethers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her nails into his back.

It was fair to say that their crotches were also waging their own battle, for his thick, transformed cock stretched her out to capacity while hitting every sensitive nerve of her insides; while her velvet-smooth vagina vigorously kissed all over his length with a tight, almost painful grip. Her beautiful pale skin, flushed red, rippled with every forceful thrust. They locked their gazes together as he began to move faster, pushing so many inches of cock inside her cunt repeatedly in so swift a manner that he could have crossed a mile or more at his pace.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air. Their panting and moaning joined it, as pressure started to build in their crotches. Her toes curled as she bent her knees and wrapped her legs around his back, urging him on and allowing him to plow full-bore inside her. She felt her orgasm coming, her cunt quivering in anticipation. She howled, a primal sound from the bottom of her lust-filled soul. Pleasure coursed through their bodies, as they reached the crescendo together.

His second orgasm was even more intense than the one he'd gotten before, and he groaned into the middle of her breasts as he thrust again and again. She dragged her nails over his skin as she clamped down hard around him, cumming again and again, and milking his meat for all it had. A buzz of heavenly pleasure coursed through them, and it was as if this invisible current ran from him to her and vice versa, crossing the bridge made by their connected genitals. Ainz could only whimper as his first creampie sent thousands of sperm spewing right into her womb, shooting out a literal deluge that seemed to drain him once more. And she of course could not keep count of her orgasms, as her brain felt like it had been fried by the pleasure of her womb finally being seeded, finally having a worthy male specimen fertilizing her. Liquid spilled from her crotch, dripping into puddles on the floor. She fell back, and he collapsed on top of her, his cock still sending globs of cum inside that she overflowed, his bubbling white cum joining her steaming juices on the floor. And this time, Ainz was too out of it to change the nature of his balls, as if his mind had been united with his cock; and therefore, he continued to pump her with semen, his hips moving to facilitate his ejaculation and thus dragging his thick, veiny manhood repeatedly against her walls. This in turn made her cum again and again, squeezing him tight and hard, creating a never-ending loop of pleasure that neither could escape.

Their hearts beat fast against each other as they rode out the rest of their climax, which ended up lasting a full hour. They were as one squirming orgasm, constantly leaking fluids, sweat literally caking their skin, uttering wordless groans. It was not an exaggeration that there was now a flood of their mixed juices all over the temple, defiling the sanctified floor with proof of their union. Her womb was full, perhaps fertilized. They were unfortunately stuck in an orgasmic funk, a result of their wild, virginal frenzy.

Ainz was first to wake, discovering that he was still shooting semen into the stranger's womb. He immediately got to his senses—relatively speaking, as he was still stuck in a post-coital haze. He rolled over from her body and lay collapsed on the floor, panting and wheezing, spraying the rest of his cum all over her body.

Then he felt her stir. She looked around, then cuddled up next to him, her body slick with sweat and slippery against his. She made a smile of satisfaction, as if something truly great and magical had just happened. They both smelled of sex and sweat and everything in between.

"I… am sorry, what was your name?" he asked, to fill the silence.

"It's Zesshi. Zesshi Zetsumei," she said coyly.

"I see…"

"And you? You call yourself Momon? Was that the truth?"

"I…" He thought about it, but fucking this woman seemed to have wiped all traces of wariness from his mind. They had shared fluids, had shared a soulful intimacy that was difficult to define. Though he really didn't know anything about Zesshi, she had made a great imprint in his mind that would never fade. "Yes… You may call me Momon."

"You are as come from the heavens, sent by the gods," she said. "And here I never believed in them. And yet here you are."

"I'm nothing special," he mumbled.

"You withstood me. Defeated me. That is enough."

"Truth be told, miss, I never really expected it to come to… this."

She pressed her finger against his lip, then trailed it down to his chin. "I've a mind to do more. To ensure my legacy. I—"

There came a knock on the door. The two looked at the double doors. Zesshi practically hissed, like a cat.

"They seek to disturb us." She cast a spell, then another.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you really going to leave things as is?" she asked. She took his hand, and placed it on her breasts. He cupped it, making her squeal. "Will you not breed me more, to ensure I am well and truly seeded?"

Ainz swallowed. He was wholly seduced by this woman who had broken his walls. And so he captured her in a kiss, and he raised his hand to snap his fingers.

Many things were occurring right outside. Word had reached the governor of the city that there was a disturbance at the Temple, and thus the entire Scriptures present in the city were sent there. But once they were there, none of them could enter, as the barrier that had been used to keep Ainz in now kept them out. Since none of them had the means to dispel it, as Ainz had, they were stuck fruitlessly attempting to send some means of message in.

But Zesshi had reinforced the barrier; and Ainz had supplemented it with his own magic. There was no force now in the whole world who could breach the barrier around the temple, unless another Player would come.

And so did the two impromptu lovers continue to fuck, making of the temple their breeding hall.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Zesshi sat on top of Ainz's lap, her legs draped over his, leaning back against his chest. She bounced on top of his crotch, riding his tall, thick cock with great vigor. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mouth was fixed into a delirious smile as the two of them moved in unison, leaning into an intense rhythm.

Ainz focused his gaze intensely on her wonderful bum, which rippled delightfully every time their hips met. His hands gripped onto her beautiful cheks, squeezing them softly. He circled her hips, stroking her inner thigh and paying homage to her clit, before returning to her wiggling ass.

SLAP!

"Aiiieee!" She cried out, as he smacked her bum. The pale skin turned slightly red and flushed, like a tomato. He felt her squeeze him tighter, as if she approved.

"You love this, Zesshi?" he asked. SMACK! SMACK! A little harder every time, just enough to let the sound echo throughout the chamber.

"Yes! Yes! Oh gods yes!" she screamed, reciprocating him with her twining folds.

SMACK!

"Yes! Yes! Do it!" she begged. He felt her body shudder, as a mini-orgasm swept through her. She shook her hips, making her butt wiggle for him while he continued to slap them.

SMACK! SMACK!

First one cheek, then the other. Then both, at the same time. SMACK!

"You're so pretty," he said, moving his palm gently over her back. She arched, squirming away from his touch as if she was tickled. Then he smacked her again.

SMACK!

He watched those gorgeous globes jiggle, relishing in the way her body reacted to him. He turned her around, still impaled on his cock, so she was now facing him, allowing him access to her boobs. She raised her arms above her head, teasing him, allowing her breasts dangled invitingly before his face, the nipples completely erect. He tasted them, as he alternated slaps on her bum. Her lust-crazed expression never changed—grew ever crazier still. He kept his gaze locked on her, as their rocking motions quickened, as his repeated drilling into her insides became all the more ferocious.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The garrison had been assembled, and more reinforcements had been requested from the elven front. The whole area around the temple was evacuated as the soldiers took up positions.

"Oh, fair and beautiful goddess, I thank you for bringing this wonderful person here!" Zesshi cried out in prayer. She was clinging to the stone sculpture of the Temple patron, while her slender body was suspended in the air, legs dangling, the only thing keeping her up being Ainz's cock. She lavished wet kisses on the statue and rubbed her slippery body against the stone as he pounded her from behind. Sweat and juices dripped down to the floor, forming a lewd offering to the goddess.

Ainz moved her closer until he was humping her against the statue, and she cried out in joy as his motions rubbed her clit on the stone, making her wrap her arms around the stone effigy, heedless of whatever sacrilege this evoked.

"Who is this one? This goddess?" he asked, licking up the sweat that dripped down her sexy, arched back.

"She who guards the virtues of man, the upright, the just…!"

"So she really won't appreciate us mating here, huh?"

"Oh, goddess…! Forgive this sinful debauchery! Haah! Aahhnnn! Goddess bless me, preserve me, grant me a child to be blessed by this holy union!" Zesshi cried, her zealous entreaties in stark contrast to her lecherous situation. Ainz loved to see that, and in a way she seemed to know it. In the end she sprayed her juices right in the goddess's stoic face, allowing the mixture of goopy semen and juices to anoint the statue, blessing it with carnal excess.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Then they tried all out attacks. Only light and sound penetrated the barrier. Some tried to burrow into the earth with certain spells, but that only sent short quakes into the temple without any success of penetration—unlike Ainz.

"They're starting again."

They were currently taking a break from all the hours of constant breeding. They lay spooned together on top of a bed Ainz had conjured, eating food from a picnic basket he'd summoned. They were still connected by their crotch, with his full length still buried inside her. Drying cum dripped from her snatch.

Light came flashing through the windows and the openings above the ceiling. They watched these with idly curiosity. These were followed by a gentle earthquake that sent them rocking gently on the bed.

The latest wave had pushed his cock upward, plunging into her half a centimeter. "Kyaahn!" Zesshi cried, her face diving into his neck, causing Ainz to raise his brow, wondering if she was just pretending to be scared. There was one thing he knew of his current lover—she had a brave, even reckless soul, that brooked no foolishness. Her acting like this was just childishness, which was kind of endearing. Thus, he curled his arm behind her back, patting her naked skin.

"Momon…" she said, lifting her head. Her eyes glittered. He caressed her neck, then her breasts, lightly brushing against her stiff nipples and tickling the sensitive undersides of her mound. She started squirming, knowing he was rapidly hardening even more inside her. She exhaled loudly, grunting as he began to rock up into her. He moved his hand around he flat, smooth navel down to her puffy outer lips, which were encrusted with drying cum.

Zesshi pulled him into a kiss, and with a moan started to straddle him as their next coupling went under way. He slid a finger into her folds, to tease her clit with a light graze. Within moments they were already moaning in pleasure, with her rolling her hips around wildly like she was riding a prized stallion.

"Splatter my womb with another big fat load, Momon."

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Day had turned to night, and it was now midnight. There were strange noises coming from within the sealed temple, which confused and puzzled many. They now knew that one of their number, Zesshi Zetsumei, was involved somehow, though they were still unsure.

Still, they rather assumed that something vile and demonic was underway, for they heard such peculiar noises as the sound of a woman wailing, perhaps screaming in pain, among various other sounds, as if there was fighting inside.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Then of course there were the strange sounds coming from inside, as if someone was hitting the walls and the doors repeatedly. It was as if there was something that wanted to come out, and many could only surmise that Zesshi was perhaps involved with containing some sort of evil spirit.

BAM BAM! BAM!

Their struggle for dominance always involved a trip to either the grand double doors, or the walls, for Ainz was always forced to pin her to something. Zesshi was ever so relentless, always trying to find some way to impale herself on his monstrous cock.

Because of their powerful frames, though, their coupling was as intense as that of two gods duelling, which meant that the Temple interior was virtually unrecognizable. Amidst the puddles of sweat and sexual juices pooling and drying on the floor were literal craters left by their savage coupling. The worst part sign of the damage was the largest crater at the very center, where Ainz had held Zesshi down in a solid, hour-long mating press that would have pulverized the pelvis of any lesser woman, but to her it only left a pleasant soreness in her hips.

The statues had been thrown to the ground, mired in their fluids. Various implements of worship, flags and banners bearing many colorful sigils, were now irrevocably stained.

There were literally no holds barred as they fucked, with Zesshi freely using her most destructive armaments to gain an advantage, knowing she could do little against him, if at all. And Ainz, deprived of all but his crucial equipment, had to leverage his natural character levels as a doppelganger to continue pleasing this strange woman, meticulously denying her a "victory" by always turning the tables on her.

Currently they were back at the doors, which had necessarily been reinforced to prevent his thrusting hips from using her like a literal battering ram to breach outward—and therefore reveal their revel to her Theocracy friends. They were face to face, and he was fucking her back against the door, her head knocking back on it with a loud thump on every upward thrust. Her sweet breath was still pleasant to drink in as they kissed, their tongues dancing their own smaller duel. She kept straining her hips downwards, as if his ejaculation was an end more important than life itself. Her hot, slick tunnel constantly chewed on his length, wishing to land another serving of fresh hot cum. Her body was already chaining several mini-orgasms, one after another, for Ainz had developed his cock just a bit to keep hitting her sensitive nerves without fail.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

He wondered what the people outside would think, when they realized this "godkin" of theirs was willingly coupling with the sovereign of a nation they despised. Briefly he wondered if he could perhaps ally with them, but knew that bridge had passed with Katze.

"Oh gods, Momon… Momon…!" she moaned deliriously, gasping as the back of her head kept knocking against the door.

"I'm cumming."

"Yes! Yes! Please seed me damn it! I need to be…! Need to be sure…! Ahhh… Haaah…!"

Anyone watching would only see them as a blur, unless they were high level themselves. Ainz's speed was near divine, and Zesshi was built to take him. His cock slid into his warm depths many times in a second, his balls slapping into her underside with machine-gun speeds. Her slick lips massaged him from base to tip, literally vibrating to ease out every last bit of pleasure.

Suddenly she exhaled, a loud, echoing shriek. Her hot sheathe spasmed around him, as their minds entered a world of white.

Perhaps she had long been fertilized, the first time. Yet her body didn't see any reason to not rejoice in once more being seeded by him, by a cock worthy of her. And he could do nothing but cum, having lost the war in his mind against the constant need to be distant from desire. Her desperate appeal to motherhood was lost in the hoarse sounds that was left in her throat.

They sank together to the floor in a boneless lump, lazily licking and biting at each other's mouths as he emptied his balls into her deepest core. He stroked her thighs, massaged her breasts and caressed her hips, feeling once more like he'd ascended to heaven, and had successfully returned to earth.

All in all, it too at least until morning until they were "done". By that point, the interior of the temple had become something no one would ever confuse with a place of worship. Ainz's solution, on their second-to-last coupling, had been to incinerate everything in a controlled fire, leaving the place a burnt-out husk.

Though Zesshi was a superhuman, she was still below Ainz in terms of "stats". Thus, she had finally reached the end of her endurance after a long brutal coupling, allowing Ainz to finally catch his breath, so to speak. Still, he had to cheat during their tryst, chugging several minor stamina potions just to keep up with her libido. It helped that he was able to internally draw on several transformations, too, which kept his stamina at a steady high rate, able to replenish his balls every time with the sperm she so desperately sought for.

Ainz dressed himself in his armor, which he repaired himself from his own pocket. Then he waited, watching Zesshi's naked body sleep on the bed. They were now in the underground area with the vaults. Ainz looked around, recalling that he had originally been here to see if he could take some treasure from the vaults. He had ended up claiming something else entirely—and he wasn't sure if he should be happy or not with the arrangement.

"Hmmm… Momon…?" She stretched her body, like a cat, when she woke.

"… I have to go," he said, standing a considerable distance, enough to get into the Gate swiftly if she tried something.

She didn't do anything, and merely stared at him with lidded eyes. "… Will I see you again?" she asked instead.

"… If fortune wills."

"I will take care of our child, no matter what," she said. "But I would strongly encourage being there. I suffered greatly from lacking a proper father figure, and I would much prefer this child's father to take his proper place."

Complicated feelings swirled through Ainz's head. He hadn't ever given serious thought to the reality of fathering a child, nor less taking responsibility, even when faced with the very real woman who had demanded his sperm at every damned turn the past day and a half. What was more, it was a complete stranger, and a member of a state that was supposed to be at odds with his own organization. It was a scandal like no other.

"And also…" she blushed, looking away. Ainz cursed the way she did that, as her body was still as temptingly naked as ever. He fought with the urge to lift her up and take her again, which he knew was still succumbing to her charm like some love-struck fool. He steeled himself. "… I would not be averse to marriage."

"Haahh…" he exhaled, feeling tired.

"Of course, such a convention is hardly required for individuals like us." Zesshi shrugged. "In fact, scripture says that seed like yours must be sown in as many fields as possible, to give birth to a renewed age of heroes. I would not be insulted if you bedded any other. Maybe you already are, and I'm just your latest conquest?"

He ignored that and instead asked, "Your protections have fallen. Mine is the only thing keeping those outside at bay. But I will need to dispel them before I leave." He needed to manually dispel them as his spells were strong enough to be permanent, perhaps even trapping Zesshi here permanently. "Will you be alright?"

She made a dismissive wave of her hand. "Don't you worry about me. I've been taking care of myself since I was four."

"I see. Well then…"

"And I can certainly whip up another exclusion barrier or two again," she said. He saw that she had now flipped onto her front, allowing him to see her backside and her supple ass cheeks as she lifted her legs up and down. She leaned on her chin and grinned cheekily. "I do love coupling. Now that I've 'awakened', so to speak, I shall not rest until I can get a steady supply. And I know no other man will suffice now. So please, do visit again. Or I'll need to tear the world in two to find you, which might be unpleasant."

Ainz sighed, one more time. He snapped his fingers, and a Gate appeared.

"Gate?" she muttered.

"Goodbye," he said, bowing woodenly, before stepping through.

He arrived at a desolate plain, which was an area near Carne Village. He used another Gate, to fool anyone who might be following (like Zesshi) and went back to the city, this time to Nabe's location.

"My lord!" the maid and the doppelganger shouted, once he had arrived.

"We were waiting for news… we thought something had happened to you when you did not send word!"

"I was fine," he said, looking around. By the looks of it, he was inside the hotel room assigned to them in the city. He took a peek outside and could just barely make out the distant Temple. "I would've escaped to Nazarick first if something had happened, and I would have told you."

"The shadow demons were confused that you blocked them out," Narberal said. "Were it not for that, they would have easily breached the meager defenses that had been placed on the temple."

"Good," Ainz said. That would have been something—the shadow demons catching him in the act of riding Zesshi bareback.

"Naturally, we had to inform Nazarick," Narberal continued. "And they'd switched to a high alert status. I shall tell them to stand down."

Ainz froze, suddenly recalling the likes of Albedo. She was even more of a pain now that he had finally succumbed to womanly charms. If anything, he might have lost his resistance to her and any other attempts at seduction. He had to tread carefully now, more than ever. Having a tryst with Zesshi was one thing, but an NPC would definitely be a lot of trouble.

"Ah well," he muttered, lying down on the bed in full armor.

"My lord?" Narberal asked anxiously. "What really happened to you?"

"Something quite unbelievable," he said. "And I do believe you won't believe it if even if I told you."

"I see. Understood," Narberal replied, looking like she did not understand.

"I'm going to sleep. Don't disturb me," he said, closing his eyes. He was disturbed that even now Zesshi remained in his mind, a vivid image that never faded.

They tried to puzzle out what had happened inside the temple during that time. Zesshi Zetsumei had been quite tight-lipped on that subject, from the moment the barriers had fallen and the soldiers had come storming inside.

There they had found Zesshi casually strolling up to them and out of the temple, a bored expression on her face. When asked by the Cardinals, who were present, she said, "An urgent manner arose, and was then overcome. End report." Her curt answer had been expected of someone with her personality, but the Cardinals insisted on more.

"Investigate it then," she said. "All the answers you seek are right inside, if you care to find it."

"Was there anything taken from the vaults?"

"Oh, it didn't involve them at all," she said airily.

"Zesshi Zetsumei!"

Even the Cardinals' stern reproach did nothing to sway her. She shrugged and said, "I'm going home. I'm tired. And I need a shower. And proper sleep."

"Did you do battle?"

"… In a matter of speaking," she said, a hint of a smile on her face.

"What? You battled what? Whom?"

"Like I said," she said, a little more firmly, her heterochromatic eyes flashing. "I'm going home."

Only her status as a godkin seemed to save her from further repercussion. And realistically they would be hard-pressed to force her physically to talk. No one wanted to sanction their official trump card at this point, and so it was decided to visit the topic later, when she would perhaps be a bit more amenable to discussion.

In the meantime, a full investigation into the temple was underway. It would last for many months, only ending up very inconclusive. The temple was rededicated and blessed. No one there would ever realize that sacred temple had been used as a literal rutting place where two superhumans had fornicated for hours on end.

No one would ever realize that the one that would be growing inside Zesshi's womb at that point, had been conceived within those hallowed halls.

In the meantime, Ainz had to attend to the Momon persona, which meant he had to see through his arrangement with the Theocracy to the end. The Guardians had berated him quite severely, each in their own way, after he had debriefed them about the strange incident.

For the next few days, he tried to forget about that particular experience. He was given a tour around the city by a revolving series of guides, each as unctuous as the last. Ainz didn't even have the stomach to go visiting the other temples for loot. Part of it was the fear that there might be another like Zesshi just lurking within, which would have frayed his sanity to the limit. He was already finding it hard to be conscious of the beautiful women all around him, let alone Narberal Gamma, who was always close to him. Sex with Zesshi had opened his eyes to a brand new world, and he was torn two ways if he should pursue it or deny it altogether.

"Today we have a special guide for you, Your Excellencies," the Theocracy representative said.

"Special?"

The representative lowered his voice. "She is a member of the Black Scripture."

"Ah." Momon shrugged. He exchanged a glance with Nabe, a signal to be on guard. "Surely someone as prestigious as her needn't take their time off to be a guide?"

"Please allow us this tiny indulgence. We are doing everything in our power to ensure our relationship is stable and mutually rewarding."

"Very well."

Ainz and Nabe stood outside the hotel. A carriage pulled up before them, large and open-topped. A servant rose and opened the door. In doing so, he unblocked the view of the other occupant in the carriage—a woman dressed with black and silver hair.

He felt his gut jump. "Uh-oh."

Zesshi Zetsumei turned her head, her haughty expression quickly morphing to shock. Then just as quickly, it turned into a joyous smile. Ainz's only thought seeing that face again, was "Shit".

"You've come!" she shouted, practically leaping from the carriage. Nabe was unable to see her coming, so she bowled Ainz onto his back.

"Zesshi-sama!" cried the servant.

"Lord Momon!" cried Nabe.

"You've returned! You've returned! And I thought we'd be separated until she'd be born! Or a he, I still don't know."

Ainz looked to the side, where Narberal Gamma was staring, committing everything she was seeing to memory, ready to be reported to Nazarick. "Momon-sama… What's going on…?"

And he couldn't just remove Zesshi: like a leech she clung to him without any intention of letting go. Then she dropped a bomb that he had no way of anticipating. And of course, her body was already making his body react accordingly, as if recalling its mate. His member therefore sprang to full-blooded life.

"So, Momon, do you think we should return to making babies?"

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