Hayato was reasonably sure he hadn't been spotted.
He had taken the girl into a patrol car and hid her in the backseat. This particular one was out of order for some reason and had been scheduled to be taken in for repairs, and so hopefully no one would check up on it for a while.
"Alright, just hide in here and try not to move," he said. "I'll come for you later."
The girl just nodded nervously.
Hayato had no idea what he was going to do next- and was very well aware that with each step he took he was digging his grave even deeper. He had no idea if a chance would appear to take this girl somewhere else, hopefully back to her parents, and if he was caught he would likely be at the very least imprisoned if not executed.
But then again, both of those fates would probably be in the girl's future if she was found, so this was a risk that he was currently willing to take.
Just then his phone rang with an alert. It was from one of his juniors who had been reviewing security footage.
The image was rather self-explanatory: there was a large gray winged, well, thing was the best way that Hayato could describe it floating above a street corner.
Hayato frowned. He was sure he had seen something like this before- and it occurred to him that there was a subspecies of demon within Yggdrasil which resembled the thing's appearance.
The thoughts of Yggdrasil brought bittersweet memories to his mind. True, he had really enjoyed his time in the game and his climb all the way to the top ranks of players, but when the court battles had started all free time he had was stripped from him. Between the game and his daughter, it was a no-brainer which would come first.
As a matter of fact, he hadn't even gotten the news that the game was shut down.
As such, he came to the conclusion that this was some sort of prank by some player wearing a costume. He shook his head- pranksters in such a dire time? It might just be some other wacko trying to get either a laugh or clicks on the Internet fro some reason.
He messaged back his junior explaining that it was probably someone horsing around and nothing to be worried about.
Back in the police car though, Draudillon Oriculus, Queen of the Dragon Kingdom, was worrying quite a lot.
For one, she had no idea where she was. She had gone for a walk outside in the palace gardens, and as she was tired of her guards constant supervision she had snuck out of a hole only she and her advisor knew existed for some fresh air.
Five minutes into her walk and she had found herself in a strange world with poisonous air that was even now burning her lungs.
Her first assumption was that she had been kidnapped, but given that no kidnapper had made his demands forward and she was allowed to wander this strange place without anyone stopping her led her to believe that this might have been unintentional.
She couldn't find anything that she recognized from her old place.
Everyone she had seen up till this time was a human. If this was a human nation it was strange she had never heard of it before.
She might have been a Dragon Lord- a great-granddaughter of the Brightness Dragon Lord but her entire country was occupied by humans. To the north was another human nation- the Baharuth Empire. Aside from the Slane Theocracy, the other human countries, the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Holy Roble Kingdom were of little importance to her country.
That wasn't the only thing that was wrong. This whole place made no sense. The air burned for some reason, and everyone walked around wearing weird masks. The sky was obscured by a thick cover of dark smoke. The fashion was practically unknown to her. There were carriages which moved without any horses.
Most frighteningly of all, she began to hear gunshots soon after she had arrived from everywhere. She had heard of Magic Guns but to hear so many shots so close was very frightening, especially because she was no stronger than the average human. She did not know any magic spells, and though she technically could use Wild Magic it would take the sacrifice of millions of souls for her to try that spell.
As such, she decided to go with the only defense she had: her age.
Though she looked like a little girl, she was in fact far older than that. However, looking like a little girl had many advantages. Other people underestimated her and so she came across practically no opposition from the nobles of her country, and acts of rebellion were nonexistent.
If she really was lost in a strange country, she thought it would be unlikely that they would attack a little girl.
And she had been right. A man in a strange suit of armor had told her to hide here.
But, this place was small and filthy. Many of the carriages in the New World were enchanted so they were bigger and more comfortable in the inside than they were on the outside, but this was just as small and cramped as it looked from the outside.
Granted, she was small enough that this wasn't a problem, but sitting in the cramped place and thinking about everything that was going on was beginning to make his stomach hurt.
She glanced out of the window of the car and then spotted something.
The carriage was held in a small building with other similar carriages, but there were a few desks, and on one, she saw a bottle.
She licked her lips.
It was generally only fools who looked for comfort at the bottom of a bottle, but given that alcohol had no permanent effect on her eternal body. It would just make her drunk as it would a normal human for a while.
It occurred to her that the bottle might not even be filled with alcohol- but its shape did imply that. And she considered that it might be poisoned, but then she checked her hands and saw that her Ring of the Unicorn she kept which detected and negated poisons was still on her right index finger.
It took her five minutes to figure out how to open the door, and after she did that she tentatively took a step out and then ran towards the bottle when she was sure that it was safe.
Hachiman's life had been a whirlwind ever since Bellriver had died.
Of course, Bellriver wasn't his actual name but Hachiman had only really known the man through Yggdrasil and had never met the man in person. Even after Bellriver had died, the only thing he had left for Hachiman was an email.
The contents of that email had nearly shattered Hachiman. Bellriver had stumbled upon something- something big clearly. Enough for the police to want to get him to end up 'missing' and as expected, Bellriver had died.
The message that Belleriver had left for Hachiman had been in a cryptic language a few of the member of Ainz Ooal Gown had developed themselves as a hobby- he had thought it would be oh so very cool to have a secret language for their guild, but the plan had not really gathered much attention from the other guild members.
It did turn out useful though as this meant that the megacorps could not read it even if they were monitoring the channels of information- which they probably had been.
Hachiman had gone to Bellriver's apartment and opened it with the hidden key he had been told about only to find that most of the things in the house had already been taken away. His hard drive had been wiped clean.
The one thing that the authorities hadn't gotten was small compartment Bellriver had made which contained a great deal of the info he had collected.
Like a flame consumed the candle over time, the secret that Hachiman had found had consumed him.
Year earlier, if you saw him, you would've thought he looked like your normal, healthy (relative for his socioeconomic class of course), and functioning person.
He now looked like a homeless man. His eyes were permanently sunken, his hair was unkempt (what was left of it that was- he was beginning to go bald), and his clothes smelt like they hadn't been washed for at least a week. His apartment likewise was very messy- and while it had not looked anything remotely fancy before it had at least been kept tidy.
The secret was always present somewhere like a splinter in his mind. He soon found himself unable to think about anything other than it. He had even given up his hobby of playing Yggdrasil- nothing mattered to him aside from keeping his job to pay his bills and finding a way to bring what Bellriver had found to light.
His coworkers had of course grown concerned- but Hachiman still did his work on time so there was little in the way that they could complain about. His girlfriend had broken up with him, but honestly he did not care about even that anymore.
Then again, perhaps that was why Bellriver had entrusted the information to him and not someone else in the guild such as Touch Me, Momonga, or Herohero. The late guild member must have known that Hachiman was the kind of person who wouldn't have laid low or ignored it once he had found something like that out.
He continued to plunge himself down the rabbit hole until he found himself at a dead end- which was why when Yggdrasil was closing rather than trying to celebrate with his friends one last time he had chosen to hunt down an old 'friend' of his whom he believed could've helped him.
Of course, this friend had turned out to be nearly useless when that wall of light struck the world.
And for the first time in several months all thoughts of the conspiracy had left Hachiman's mind.
Now, he was completely preoccupied with the World Item, Emblem of the Baphomet Lord. He had completely forgotten his argument with the 'friend' when he had laid his eyes on it and immediately had went back home. The gun he had managed to procure and planned to use was still concealed within his coat.
There was a quarantine announced shortly after his return to his apartment, but he did not care. He couldn't stop gazing at what he had found.
He somehow knew the moment he held it what it could do- but he still couldn't believe it.
Truth be told, Hachiman was sort of embarrassed when he now thought of how he had behaved as his online avatar, Ulbert Alain Oodle.
I was such a stupid edgelord, come to think of it- I was probably acting like an edgelord among edgelords.
While he liked to think that he had grown out of that phase, it had almost fully come back now.
The item in question could summon demons- not something that was too out of the ordinary in Yggdrasil. The demons that it could summon could only go up to level sixty-six- but there was no limit to how many one could summon. Of course, in Yggdrasil there was probably a limit given the computing power of the game, but perhaps in real life the limit really was infinite.
One could easily transform the entire world into a land covered with more demons than there were blades of grass in all of the grasslands or grains of sand in all the deserts.
Of course, it did have its drawbacks.
Namely, first of all, the summoned creatures couldn't inflict damage on any other user who held a World Item and so would be useless against them.
Second, it still took time to summon the demons. By the time one had actually managed to summon so many demons that it would seem like they had fallen from the heavens like drops of rain several weeks would have passed, during which the player would no doubt have been targeted by other players.
And lastly, Ahura Mazda was a World Item made specifically to counter this one- and if any player managed to get their hands on it that would mean that it was effectively useless.
Hachiman knew this the moment he had touched the World Item as if the information had been directly downloaded into his brain.
In another time, he would have wondered about how such a thing had made it into this world.
But for now, he was just contemplating whether he should summon ten thousand or a hundred thousand demons or even more.
Somewhere along the line though his rational side kicked in and he considered the fact that if he didn't really know how everything would go down trying to summon too many of them wasn't a good idea.
The item thankfully worked regardless of a player's abilities and had no level or racial requirements- something that would be strange in any other game besides Yggdrasil where the World Items were made so that even a level one n00b could take out a level hundred champion in the right circumstances.
As such he negotiated with himself and went ahead and told himself that he would only summon one demon.
Just one.
That couldn't possibly hurt, could it?
He held the item in his hand and concentrated as a curtain of flames emerged in his apartment which somehow didn't seem to scorch either the floor or the walls.
From the center of the flames appeared a demon.
It honestly reminded Hachiman of a very obese giant lizard with short black wings that did not look like they could lift it even a foot from the ground. It had an ugly, twisted face with crooked horns growing out of the top of its head. It wore no clothes or armor at all.
Hachiman was so entranced with this creature that he instinctively reached a hand out to touch it.
He just wanted to see if it was real, and the moment his hand made contact with the creature's skin he withdrew it instinctively.
"AGH!" he screamed, clutching his hand.
His hand was swollen and blistered. This was clearly the passive ability of this demon- a racial skill which inflicted burn damage upon contact.
The pain had snapped him out of his earlier sense of wonderment and he frantically shook his hand, willing for the creature to do something to help him.
The creature raised its hand and suddenly the pain which enveloped Hachiman's hand was gone.
It was perhaps a healing spell- either that or a special skill this demon had which healed. Some people might find it odd that demons knew healing magic, but the thing was that in Yggdrasil as a part of their lore many demons knew healing or resurrection skills. This was not so that they could help people, but rather so that they could continuously hurt and heal humans over and over for all of eternity.
It was also possible that just as many monsters which could inflict poison damage also had resistance to poison and could cure poisons, the same went for this demon and burns.
"Forgive me, O Summoner," the demon said. "I shall obey thy every command, but permit me to turn my passive Skin of Thorns skill off."
Hachiman examined his hand. it was just as it had been before.
The thing was that as far as he remembered, friendly fire was turned off in Yggdrasil, meaning that if this demon was his summon it shouldn't have been able to hurt him even with a passive skill. Unless the game had been updated since he quit, which was a definite possibility. However, the odds of there being a patch which added friendly fire as a mechanic were close to zero given that the feature had been off for basically the entire game and it would have been balance-breaking in quite a number of ways. For example, that Lolita vampire NPC which Peroroncino had made could siphon off health points from her own summons with her lance- now that was really broken. Though, given what the game developers had done up till that point, it wasn't completely out of the question.
When he had managed to somewhat calm down again and think straight he was able to note a strange sensation in his head which seemed to link him to this creature.
"What is your name?" Hachiman asked.
"My name is Danava, O Summoner," Danava answered.
Hachiman knew every single bit of lore about demons in Yggdrasil like he knew the back of his hand, and he remembered that demons could not call themselves by false names and neither could they tell falsehoods.
"Tell me something, do you know any other healing spells?" Hachiman asked.
However, there was no need for him to ask as he realized that he somehow already knew what this summoned creature could do. He could see all of its stats and abilities within his head.
It did not know many spells, and was only around level sixty. Its main weapons were its claws which were a racial trait it carried.
"So tell me, is resurrection possible?" Hachiman asked. All of a sudden, the Bellriver conspiracy had come to his mind with full force yet again.
If he could bring back people to life- he would be able to bring back Bellriver! If there was something that Hachiman was missing which only Bellriver knew and the authorities had removed, he could get to that information.
"Indeed it is, O Summoner," Danava answered. 'Or so this one has heard. But this one knows not any spell which can reverse death."
"Alright," Hachiman said. Resurrection was only possible with priests- and while a demonic priest was something that existed they usually knew spells which healed using negative energy and as such would hurt living creatures. The reason being was that they worshiped evil-aligned deities. On the other hand a demon which worshipped a good god was not unheard of- there was even a small side quest in Yggdrasil involving a demon by the name of Prahlad who preached about a merciful deity and could use holy healing magic.
Perhaps, if resurrection was possible in the real world, he could bring Bellriver back.
But of course this plan of his had some pitfalls to it. For one, resurrection magic in Yggdrasil cost levels and he no clue what 'level' Bellriver would be considered.
As a matter of fact, he had no idea what his own level was, which really felt strange to him. If the world had somehow managed to import Yggdrasil items into it, why was it that he couldn't see any help screen or his stats? He had a vague idea of how strong his summon was but was unable to gauge his own strength.
If Bellriver was too low leveled, in the original game he would disappear if resurrection magic was used on him and his level was too low, but he did not know the equivalent of that in the real world.
On the other hand, he wasn't even sure if it would work. Clearly he was wrong about friendly fire being on. What else was he wrong about?
Among the repertoire of spells Danava knew was Greater Teleportation which gave Hachiman an idea.
"There's somewhere I need to send you..." Hachiman said. There was a place he had to break into, but that meeting a few hours earlier hadn't resulted in him getting any help from that person. But with magic, there might have been a way that he could succeed.
Suzuki and Hiroshi had moved out from the conference room and to the sixth floor of Nazarick. They were currently in the amphitheater.
They had been visited on their way by Mare and Aura- and immediately Aura had started crying and pleading with Hiroshi for forgiveness.
She had got down completely and clutched his shoes while tears were streaming down her face.
Even Mare, who had quite literally done nothing wrong was prostrating himself and repeatedly asking for forgiveness albeit with a confused and scared look on his face.
At first, honestly the two of them had no clue as to what Aura was apologizing for.
The twins were both sobbing and telling things at the same time and in the general confusion their voices melded together to form a meaningless blast of noise.
But something managed to get through the screeching, namely the fact that Aura had attacked Hiroshi.
"Ah, it is alright," Suzuki said as he held up a boney hand. "You didn't know Aura, and were only trying to save me."
Hiroshi was far less dismissive with the whole deal when he recalled the fear he felt as that whip had crackled through the air- but the truth was he did understand why it happened and Aura honestly looked so adorable that he couldn't find it in his heart to berate her for it.
"It's okay, I get it- you wanted to protect the guild master," Hiroshi said. "That's fine."
"No it isn't though!" Aura exclaimed. "You have to punish me! I can't let something like this slide!"
Hiroshi scratched his head. He didn't have any children of his own, but he had owned a dog for a while before it had died of lung cancer and he remembered what he had once done when it had chewed up a pillow.
"Alright then, you get a time out. You have to ah, stand in the corner for ten minutes," Hiroshi said sternly.
"Just ten minutes! That's too small of a punishment!"
"Aura!" Suzuki said. "Are you refusing the punishment of another guild member?"
"Ack! No, of course not Momonga-sama! The will of the Supreme Beings is all that matters!" Aura said and then frantically looked around before suddenly sobbing again.
"E-eh? What happened?" Suzuki asked.
"I'm so sorry Herohero-sama, but I can't even take your punishment properly," Aura exclaimed. "The amphitheater is an oval- so there are no corners!"
Suzuki scratched his chin. Come to think of it, the entire floor was a circle, so there was no 'corner' to speak of.
"In that case," Suzuki said, "go to the house that was built for you and stand in the corner there for ten minutes."
"Yes, Momonga-sama!" Aura exclaimed and ran off.
Mare went right behind her.
"Oi, Mare, why are you going with her? You haven't done anything," Suzuki pointed out.
"Y-yes Momonga-sama, but the thing is that I should've stopped her, being her brother a-and all, and a-anyway, I'd feel more comfortable around my sis," he stammered out.
Hiroshi wondered if this was one of those things where if you hit one twin the other one would also feel pain and if the two of them had some sort of mental bond together.
"Alright then," Hiroshi said.
Suzuki and Hiroshi watched the two elves run out of the stadium and then got onto business.
"Ah, I forgot to apologize for this, Hiroshi-san, but I should also apologize for that incident with Aura," Suzuki said. "I had never told Aura to attack you but she sprang into action unexpectedly."
"I understand, Suzuki-san," Hiroshi said.
"You don't have to call me Suzuki-san," Suzuki said.
"And you don't have to call me Hiroshi-san either," Hiroshi replied with a grin. Suzuki couldn't smile but he did feel delighted.
They had come here because they had figured out that it would be a good idea to test out how much of Yggdrasil's rules had been made real and what abilities Momonga had now. And there was no real better testing ground than this place.
They might as well get to work then.
"So to start off with what I know," Suzuki said, "I think friendly fire has been turned on. It's possible for my abilities to hurt the floor guardians."
"Can they also hurt me?" Hiroshi asked.
"It did back when we first met like this," Suzuki said. "It was a passive negative debuff I have."
"Oh right," Hiroshi said. "But did it work on me because friendly fire is turned on with respect to players as well, or because it doesn't recognize me as a player?"
"I can't know, as far as I know, no one else transformed," Suzuki said. "However, let's get started then, shall we?"
Suzuki started off with his skill to create mid-tier undead.
A puddle of darkness erupted from his hand began to take the shape of a creature which towered above Hiroshi.
A creature of darkness took form. Demonic horns sprouted from its head and its helmet partially covered a rotting face. Eyes which hated God and all of His creations glared at Hiroshi. A flange melded with one hand and a huge shield was held effortlessly by the creature in the other.
In other words, if there was a man who said that evil did not exist, that man had never looked a Death Knight in the eye.
A normal human would've been reduced to a puddle of sobs at the sight of such a monster.
Hiroshi though began clapping and said, "This is amazing, Suzuki-san!" In his awe he had forgotten what they had agreed on before. "Sorry- Suzuki."
The video game had not done this monster justice- as a matter of fact it had not done any of the things within Nazarick justice. Everything looked far better in real life- perhaps it was the fact that he could smell and touch things properly which gave things an extra depth to them.
If Suzuki could've blushed, he would have. "Ah, no, this is nothing special. It is just a simple ability."
"Yeah I know, I've seen it, but it's totally different in real life," Hiroshi said.
"Next," Suzuki said. "I want to see if my physical damage reduction works as well."
Suzuki held out his arm and motioned for the Death Knight to strike it.
Normally a summoned monster would never attack its own summoner, but in the real world perhaps these restrictions had been lifted.
The Death Knight struck with monstrous form, but Suzuki's boney arm was unhurt. That was only to be expected as the Death Knight's level was too low to bypass Suzuki's immunity to physical attacks.
"Next, my magical resistance," Suzuki said. Hiroshi backed away a few paces. "Magic Arrow!"
An arrow struck Suzuki's body but did nothing to him.
"Hmm... let me turn my resistance off then," Suzuki said. He cast the spell and the arrow struck him again. 'Yes, I've taken damage."
"Did you?" Hiroshi asked. He couldn't tell as there was no blood- but that was to be expected from an undead creature such as Suzuki.
This all was rather troubling though. In Yggdrasil you couldn't accidentally hurt your own party members or yourself with a wayward spell or strike, but it appeared those restrictions no longer applied. Something like this would change the meta of the game completely and how guilds and their defenses would be structured.
It would also mean that Suzuki had to be careful with which spells he cast or he would end up damaging or even killing Hiroshi.
"Can you try higher tier spells?" Hiroshi asked.
Suzuki nodded and then ordered his Death Knight to stand fifty meters away from them and then cast Fireball. The spell was rather weak by the standards of a level hundred player, but given Suzuki's massive stats even this spell would heavily damage the Death Knight.
Suzuki then cast a higher tier spell- Dragon Lightning which snaked towards the Death Knight. This was enough to finish it off and it vanished in a cloud of smoke leaving no traces whatsoever.
Hiroshi was clapping yet again. "That was so cool! That lightning spell in particular was really flashy!"
Suzuki turned his head away, embarrassed yet again. It was true that the magic really was far more impressive in the real world compared to the video game, but again, it was really nothing too big.
Hiroshi felt a pang of jealousy towards Suzuki's abilities but then suddenly Suzuki asked, "Do you want to see the rest of the floor?"
"Well, sure, but..." Hiroshi started to mutter.
Suzuki took an item out from his- well, Hiroshi guessed it was Suzuki's inventory but it looked like he was just taking it out of thin air.
It was a relatively common magic item within Yggdrasil which let a player fly without having to use the Fly spell. Suzuki tossed it over to Hiroshi.
Hiroshi understood what Suzuki was saying and put the little necklace shaped like a feather on. He knew how to us it the moment he wore it, and then began floating a few feet off the ground.
"Ah!" Hiroshi looked quite shocked even though he had been expecting this.
Suzuki on the other hand didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest as he flew up and gazed at the sky that Blue Planet had created. It made him wonder where Blue Planet was right now and what he would think of Nazarick now that it had materialized in the real world.
"This really is cool," Hiroshi said as he finally caught up to Suzuki. He could see most of the sixth floor from this height- and it took a great deal of effort from him to avoid looking down. "Hmm... do you think fall damage exists? Or does your ability negate that too?"
Suzuki laughed and said, "Only one way to find out!"
Suzuki Satoru then ended the Fly spell and landed on the ground. The drop was high enough to doubtlessly kill any human but Suzuki was unaffected as he landed on both feet.
Suzuki Satoru laughed. There was a strange warm feeling in his stomach which hadn't been there before. Truth be told, such an action was rather out of place for him. He would have normally not done something so careless- come to think of it there was a vassal NPC of his which had a similar ability that he could test something like this on. However he had forgotten about such in the heat of the moment.
It had been so long since he had been able to hang out with one of his friends like this. Such a long time indeed...
Hiroshi wobbled through the air as he struggled to control the magic item. It wasn't probably a matter of control really, but rather the fact that Hiroshi was very nervous.
"Ah, that was fun!" Hiroshi said.
Suzuki nodded. It appeared that they had a good grasp of some aspects of how magic worked.
"Wait- do you think time magic works?" Hiroshi asked.
Suzuki paused. Time magic would be incredible to use indeed. In Yggdrasil, it worked by slowing the other player's ability to enter commands, essentially pausing their menu. But in the real world...
Suzuki vanished and then reappeared five feet away. This was no teleportation spell.
"Ah!" Hiroshi exclaimed. "If only I still had my items, I would be resistant to the time stopping effects of that spell."
However, his items had been in his own account when the servers had shut down. As such, Suzuki did not have access to them.
"Ah, I apologize again," Suzuki said while clutching his head.
"You really apologize too much," Hiroshi answered.
"I forgot to give you one of these," Suzuki said and handed Hiroshi a Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown. There were a lot left so handing them out again wasn't a problem.
"Ah, yes," Hiroshi said and put it on.
The two of them spent hours testing out other spells and game mechanics. They were so caught up in what they were doing that they didn't even notice that Mare and Aura had returned and were watching the two of them from the sidelines.
The meeting between the Floor Guardians had long since been over, and Demiurge wandered over towards the throne room once again.
"Ah, Demiurge-sama," Solution greeted him as the other Pleiades lowered their heads. "Do you have any new of the Supreme Ones?"
"Both Momonga-sama and Herohero-sama are currently on the Sixth Floor, conduction a series of magical experiments, I believe," Demiurge said.
"Ah, thank you," Solution said and bowed her head. She was clearly interested in news about her creator specifically, but Demiurge understood that sentiment and humored her.
"Ah, forgive me for calling upon you again, Demiurge," Albedo said. "I merely wanted to an update on what the Supreme Beings were doing. I hope I wasn't interrupting you while you were doing anything important?"
"No, no," Demiurge said. "I was merely drawing up plans for a farm- but given the current circumstances it must remain as a theoretical idea only for now."
"Oh? I did not know that you were one who would be interested in something as mundane as farming," Albedo remarked.
"Well, it ain't much but it's honest work," Demiurge said. He was sure he had heard one of the Supreme Beings say something like that, and he had a feeling it was appropriate for the circumstance. "Ah, it may also interest you to know that Aura has received her punishment for attacking Herohero-sama."
"Ah, and what was that?" Albedo asked.
"I do not know the details, Mare did not include that in his message, only that the Supreme Ones seem to be satisfied with her punishment," Demiurge replied.
"That is good enough," Albedo said. She kept smiling, but there was something to how her fingers moved that seemed a little- fidgety and unladylike. "And, how are Momonga-sama and Herohero-sama getting along?"
"I don't know the details, but they seem to be enjoying whatever experiments they are working on," Demiurge said and wagged his tail. "I can understand the joy of experimenting myself of course, I already have several ideas, though given the current times, again, it would be wise to hold them off. I'm something of a scientist myself, but no doubt I could not even begin to comprehend the nature of the experiments that the Supreme Ones must be engaged in!"
"Ah, and there was no ah, discord between the two of them, was there?" Albedo asked.
"Nothing that I know of," Demiurge said.
Albedo relaxed for a minute before her eyes widened.
"Intruder!" she said.
"What?" Demiurge said, his tail had stopped wagging mid-air.
"Something entered Nazarick's air space right now- which was large enough to trigger our divination systems," Albedo said while looking upwards. "But it's left."
"Should we pursue it?" Demiurge asked.
"I think we have been told to keep low," Albedo said. "But it would be appropriate to inform Momonga-sama of this new development regardless."
Meanwhile, miles outside the tomb, the pilot who was in a military aircraft that had left Nazarick's airspace was unaware that he had just dodged certain death.
He was on a routine military training exercise and was flying this course for the second time.
All was going as planned- in other words nothing out of the ordinary happened when he noticed a strange shimmering coming from above him.
Just then, his radar began picking something up.
He turned to his radio and asked for any information the satellites were picking up.
And then he saw it for the briefest of seconds.
It was a large silvery, well, thing which shone almost as brightly as the sun. It whizzed past his aircraft for a few minutes before it suddenly vanished. It was flying at a speed only slightly slower than that of sound.
Immediately his communications were flooded with people demanding to know where he was and what it was that had just happened.