My peace and happy ending after taking over the Nazarick tomb was interrupted on a summer night by an unexpected group of invaders. When I observed through the Remote Viewing Mirror, I immediately spotted that at least 50 people had entered the perimeter of Nazarick.
News had already spread of the conquest and total plundering of the Nazarick tomb by the Theocracy, making it a now restricted area by Theocracy law. So I mistakenly assumed that this group was simply a bunch of foolish tomb raiders who didn't follow the order.
From the beginning, I predicted that such people would come to Nazarick, attracted by the simple idea of searching for and obtaining the crumbs that Slane left behind, fighting weak skeletons on the upper level while rummaging for something of value among the stones and empty, dusty coffins filled only with cobwebs.
I didn't have to worry about them. Nazarick was an almost impenetrable fortress that could not be accessed without first passing through nine extremely dangerous levels, with biomes and environments impossible to survive for anyone who was not a hero or had monstrous strengths like the original inhabitants. Since the entrance to the second level had been sealed and blocked due to my deal with the Theocracy, we were completely isolated from the outside world, and it allowed us to live in peace. There was no way that some mere bandits could even get past the first level, and even if they did, there were still eight other levels they would have to go through before I even had to see them.
I was sure that even in the worst-case scenario, the frozen desert of the fifth level would finish them off, so I just continued living my majestic life playing with the body of my pet: Climb-kun. I then just ignored them, thinking they would leave frustrated at not getting anything, like previous groups of looters.
But then, to my surprise, these tomb raiders found the teleportation portals that connected the surface to the lower levels where we lived. The ones Ainz had installed to receive his guests (hostages) who did not belong to Nazarick when they were brought to have audiences with him in his throne room.
The same type of portals that the heroine Zesshi somehow discovered and used to get directly to where Ainz Ooal Gown was, killing him and then escaping the same way she arrived.
I myself tried to find those portals to eliminate that serious vulnerability in my enclosure. But I never managed to locate them. Lady Albedo never showed them to me, saying she didn't have that authority. So I was surprised when these simple ruffians found them with absolute ease and, above all, used them to get to me before I could do anything or have a chance to flee.
But when I had them in front of me, I could understand why they were able to find those portals and use them despite being mere humans. At the head of that group was a human: Hilma Cygnaeus, one of the leaders of the formerly independent Eight Fingers group. She had also been Lady Albedo's former subordinate (or rather, her bitch) when Nazarick was still at its peak.
When we saw each other, I could see the look on her face that she didn't expect to find me there, but even with that surprise, she didn't lose her defiant and confident expression, as if she knew there was no danger for her in that tomb. Perhaps it was because she was escorted by a large group of experienced-looking warriors, whose adventurer level must have been between Gold and Silver. Stronger than I could defeat, even after becoming a demon.
In the throne room, we had a brief conversation, during which she explained the situation of her group, Eight Fingers, and how things were turning out to be tumultuous now that their biggest sponsor and boss, Ainz Ooal Gown, had died without leaving them any compensation. That's why they decided to come to Nazarick, to use the supposedly abandoned crypt as their new headquarters while they reorganize and rebuild their criminal empire as a kind of revenge. And they weren't very interested in leaving empty-handed, nor did they seem to be coming to ask me, the new ruler of Nazarick, for any kind of permission..
I wanted to be able to make them reconsider, to use Nazarick's dangerous reputation to make them retreat. But unfortunately, they were the ones with the power in this situation.
After the military purge that the Theocracy had carried out in the tomb as part of our deal, there weren't many defensive forces left that could put up a real fight. All that remained were weak maids at the level of human women, bronze-ranked monsters, and my loyal dog, Climb-kun, to defend me.
It was a pity that this force was inferior to the brutes Hilma brought with her. The monsters were destroyed, the maids surrendered without a fight, and Climb had a brief moment of warrior glory before being defeated by Hilma's thugs and taken hostage.
Soon enough, I was left alone, and Lady Hilma ordered me to surrender, or else they would kill all the maids and Climb-kun. I didn't really care about the maids, but I didn't want them to kill my favorite dog.
I also noticed that Lady Hilma seemed peculiarly interested in keeping me and the others alive for some reason. So I obeyed and surrendered, letting the tomb of Nazarick be conquered by the remains of 8 fingers.
As her prisoner, Hilma explained her plans for me. She said that after Ainz's death and Lady Albedo's fall from grace, the entire Sorcerer Kingdom had descended into chaos, and a political war had broken out between the nobles of the Baharut Empire, the surviving nobility of the former Kingdom of Re-estize, and among themselves. That war could be a great business opportunity for Eight Fingers, and Nazarick was in a strategic location for their operations.
With the Slane Theocracy's announcement that they had destroyed the tomb of Nazarick and obtained its treasures, Hilma and the other leaders did not expect much from the place, just a simple crypt to use as a warehouse and hideout near the borders.
So they felt they had hit the jackpot when they saw that not only were there still portals to the deep floors, which were practically a luxury residential area with fancy facilities, but there was also still a large group of beautiful Nazarick maids living there.
Eight Fingers planned to bring slaves to the tomb to act as servants who would keep the place in good condition. But using the remaining inhabitants of Nazarick, including me, as servants instead would greatly reduce the costs and labor of running the place.
Her plan made sense; we were in no position to refuse when we had knives to our throats. But that didn't mean I would accept it. This was my little paradise, and I wasn't going to give it up so easily. I still had one card left to play.
I pretended to surrender to her and accept her plan, while at the same time using her arrogance against her so that she would unwittingly lead herself into a trap under the promise of secret treasures that the Theocracy had not stolen. A show of submission of my Nazarick to Eight Fingers.
Instead of treasure, I led them directly to the 8th floor of the tomb, to the Sanctuary of the Cherry Blossoms, where the last original inhabitant of Nazarick who could fight resided, guarding the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. One of the last Pleiades whose whereabouts were known, a supposedly human girl named Aureole Omega.
I didn't know her personally. From what I had heard, she was the most powerful being in all of Nazarick, on par with the Floor Guardians, and that was why she also acted as the leader of the Pleiades instead of Sebas Tian. However, she had the disadvantage of being bound to the tomb and unable to go outside, although I did not know the reason for this. That's why she was assigned the duty of being the main defense against invaders and controlling the movement of the portals.
However, considering Zesshi's infiltration and escape, along with the arrival of Hilma and her mercenaries, it was clear that she wasn't doing a good job.
When we entered the sanctuary, she was drinking tea, enveloped in the serene elegance of a girl of high nobility. She didn't even seem to know that we were there watching her.
However, that impression was shattered when she noticed us and jumped nervously, almost spilling her tea as she asked us who we were and said that Ainz-sama hadn't informed her that visitors were coming, seemingly unaware that Ainz had been dead for half a year.
I introduced myself as a recent member of Nazarick, invited by Lady Abledo, while Hilma and company were human invaders who had infiltrated the tomb. I had brought them there to ask Omega to do her job as an Area Guardian and deal with them.
It was nice to see Hilma's silly panicked expression when she realized my trap, but it was too late. This was an area that could not be exited until the guardian was defeated or the invaders died. So they had no escape.
I firmly believed that, but my predictions were apparently too optimistic.
The first clue that something was wrong was when Lady Omega became nervous at the idea of acting as an Area Guardian, looking around fearfully, like a lost child looking for an adult to help her with an unexpected problem, which was strange for me, Hilma, and her group.
These cautious individuals drew their weapons to fight, which increased the Guardian's fears and trembling voice. I could even see her eyes welling up with tears as she issued pathetic threats not to come near her because she would hurt them with her great strength. Although in reality, she seemed to tremble more like a frightened rabbit.
That cowardly and pathetic attitude of my supposedly ace in the hole left me incredulous, but it seemed to embolden the invaders, who approached with increasing boldness as if they were transforming into thugs stalking their victim.
When they stood before her, a simple feint from one of them was enough to break the spirit of the true leader of the Pleiades. Throwing herself to the ground with an absurdly fluid movement, she prostrated herself in a dogeza, admitting defeat and begging for mercy before the fight had even begun.
I must have looked like a complete idiot when I saw the absurdity unfolding before my eyes. My trap, in which I put my trust, crawled on the ground at the feet of her enemies. Asking forgiveness for being a simple Hikikomori (or whatever that is, according to Lady Shalltear), and be very spoiled by her sisters. It seems that's why she spent her time neglecting her work to laze around and play. That was one of the reasons why Nazarick fall in first place. Alluding to the fact that she didn't even know how to fight since she never did. She even offered to hand over Ainz Ooal Gown's staff in exchange for her life being spared.
With everyone so willing to die for this place, why did I have to be left with the only useless one?
So, with all my strength defeated, Climb captured as a hostage, and my trump card, Aureola Omega, already defeated and being violated by Hilma's thugs, my next move was obvious: surrender and beg for my life as well.
It was the logical thing to do. When you have no pieces or moves left against your opponent, all you can do is beg for mercy from the stronger side. If Hilma intended to enslave us, then I had to become the most valuable slave of all, one that she couldn't afford to lose.
To that end, I offered myself as the leader of the Nazarick to become a slave. Offering her my leash in the same way I did with Lord Ainz, showing myself as an obedient dog who would work directly under Hilma's heels, the new mistress of the tomb, to make everything flow according to her wishes, and even better. Always making it clear how I could help her operations and other reasons for keeping me by her side while humiliating myself.
In the same way that I managed to lead her into a trap that went wrong, I managed to get her to make me the administrator of her new hideout. Taking on the job of directing the other slaves, keeping them in their place in order to satisfy the needs of our new masters and doing whatever work they assign me.
Although they took the idea of satisfying the needs of their new masters very literally.
Nazarick was used as a base of operations only at the beginning. But the men who came and went always found time to rape the maids. Whether it was orgies or quick blowjobs, it got to the point where you couldn't walk through the residential areas without bumping into someone fucking.
The maids could no longer do their jobs because they were having so much sex. Instead of a base for illicit and criminal activity, it seemed more like the place had become a kind of brothel and adult entertainment center. And it didn't take long for different members to encourage the idea for Nazarick to become just that: a brothel and strip club full of pretty dancers and run exclusively by Eight Fingers.
Hilma and her companions modified the lower levels where we lived to turn it into the most exclusive place in the underworld, where nobles with power and money came from various kingdoms to have fun and spend entire fortunes in what was once the home of the Sorcerer King and his powerful servants.
As a result, all the maids, including Aureola Omega herself, were forced to become prostitutes and fuck multiple clients nonstop, serving their every whim (which, honestly, was the same thing they did before it became a strip club). At first, they were reluctant to do so, but after being drugged with destructive aphrodisiacs that turned their minds into horny mush, they no longer complained.
The former rooms of Lord Ainz, Lady Albedo, and the other female Guardians were converted into VIP rooms for wealthy clients where they could engage in any degenerate act they desired.
The former throne room was completely remodeled to be transformed into a performance area. Very similar to a real strip club where alcohol was served and the former servants of the former skeleton king were presented dancing on a stage with a pole in a humiliating manner, dressed in erotic outfits that Lady Himla robbed from Shalltear's room and ordered to act like real easy and horny sluts in order to entertain customers while serving alcohol, unique delicacies from Nazarick, and various drugs distributed by Hilma herself.
I myself was also caught up in that kind of work. Even though I was the manager and matron of the club, the customers couldn't overlook my beauty and my former reputation as the Golden Princess. Many paid large sums of money to see me act like a cheap whore on stage and even more to be able to fuck me freely. Obviously, Hilma wouldn't turn down such profits.
I must admit that although it was embarrassing and humiliating to degrade myself in such a way at first, it didn't take me long to get used to showing off in front of that audience, and I even came to enjoy it quite a bit. Now, every time I went on stage and started moving sensually on the main pole, wearing sexy outfits in front of hundreds of lustful eyes, it was normal for my body to burn and my pussy to vibrate from the heat.
I never thought in my life as a princess that being a whore could be so much fun. It was by no means the kind of life I planned to have, but I guess it's a pretty nice outcome.
As for Climb? I haven't thought about him lately. I heard that he became one of Mistress Hilma's subjects to test the Eight Finger's latest drug. Some even said that he was killed and his dismembered corpse was fed to the pigs.
Well, whatever happened to him, it is no longer my problem. After all, I've been too busy with new stud dogs who are always eager to make me their bitch.
Now I have to go, Hilma-sama informed me that a new girl will be joining the club and that it will be my job to train her and bring her up to speed.
I wonder who it could be.