The fighting spirit of the younger generation is amazing, so strong and unwavering that it surpasses my own. Fighting against all odds, rushing through the smoke of the Underworld straight to its abode. An amazing confrontation between a small man with a rich spirit and an unusual chimera of rare rank.
— M-Master… — Albedo's fingers trembled when Kurumi decided to give me a shoulder massage. My creation's palms were surprisingly soft, but at the same time strong, able to easily affect the body, ignoring my equipment. — Allow me to massage you… — the succubus's lustful gaze began to move lower, as did the saliva from her mouth.
A strategic retreat is necessary so that I won't be seduced in the most radical way in front of the children. Aura and Mara are almost eighty years old, but this does not change the fact that their childish worldview has not reached the stage where doubts arise about the existence of the stork that brings children.
- The cart does not run before the horse - it is better to warn about rash actions than to regret silence for a long time later.
- An amazing plan, Lord of the Dawn, help has come from where it was expected.
The Demiurge decided to quickly glue together various facts, forming a non-existent plan to save me from the lustful succubus. However, judging by the oppressive aura behind me, my favorite would easily protect me from an unfortunate misunderstanding. It is one thing to spend a pleasant night in solitude, but another to disgrace the round table in front of witnesses.
Here, even Sebas is more gloomy and taciturn than usual. Fortunately, he is not distracted by various events inside the hall, diligently searching for all enemy groups.
- Praise is worth nothing until the plan is fully completed, - the female hands holding my shoulders did not allow me to shake them. No, I understand everything, but it turns out that a massage can be more enjoyable than sex.
- Let me clarify, however, I already understood almost everything - I wish I knew that you understood, it is extremely annoying, but I do not have the skill of reading minds. - Should we secretly capture the wizard of the Empire and the paladin of the Holy Kingdom in order to use this opportunity to our advantage?
"Yes, making them secret agents of Nazarick is a good idea in the long term," I quickly answered, adjusting the long-range mirror. Zooming in, I managed to quickly assess the aggressive girl in paladin armor and the seemingly harmless old man, distinguished only by his long beard, using the game skill. "I entrust this matter to you and Albedo, I'm counting on you, but try to carry out the kidnapping in maximum secrecy," I took out eight scrolls from my inventory, which passed into Demiurge's possession. "Use them wisely."
"As you command," the demon nodded with satisfaction, unrolling each scroll to check their purpose. The scrolls are capable of stopping time, throwing disinformation to enemies, and interrupting the detection of false information, with the exception of those that exceed the eighth level.
- But-but sir, how about...
- It seems my dear creator gave the order, hee hee, is this really disobedience to the will of a higher being? - Kurumi gave a mesmerizing laugh, causing me to shiver slightly, and not only pleasantly from the massage. My game build is very specific, and hers is exclusively combat. Probably, without preparation, using artifacts and consumables, my chances of winning are average, even taking into account the PMK on my head.
"By the way, yes, Albedo, it's time for us to go," getting up from the luxurious chair, Demiurge prepared two scrolls to open the phantom gates and mask the passage.
After being transferred through the guild ring to the first floor above ground and sent to the battlefield, the demon should very quickly take mental control of the old man, who most likely has teleportation. The hunter's assessment shows the approximate level of strength, and judging by the data, the sixth rank of magic will at best make the guardian of the seventh floor laugh, but even a small fish escapes from a formidable fisherman.
Naturally, the fish could also be a shark. Especially if the enemy used disinformation and concealment, so I also sent a guard general to support him. Albedo will delay the time until I arrive if the outcome is unfavorable.
"I… I'll try as soon as possible," changing her equipment to a tank one, she headed towards the demon, activating the guild ring. With a world-class item, the girl shouldn't spend more than one tenth of a second to defeat a weak paladin, and without it, at worst, a second will pass before the target is neutralized.
Ten seconds later, a small ripple appeared in the remote vision mirror; for a moment, like the twenty-fifth frame. No truthful information would reach the enemies, they would be sent a complete lie in the flesh. Personally, all the guards present in the round table hall saw: how the old man, who had recently had a sword pressed to his throat, suddenly teleported and counterattacked the paladin with a low-ranking spell - lightning.
A fake simulation, but quite natural.
The emergence of questions about the plausibility of this act can only cause the accompanying person to be stunned. I hope that most will agree on self-defense and temporary insanity. In any case, all observers will receive the picture we saw. Just look, a couple of wars will break out in the world out of nowhere if the powers that be come to the wrong conclusions.
The old man then disappeared from the battlefield with a teleportation spell, taking all targets with him, including himself.
Message: "Prisoners have been captured, what should we do with them?"
Message: "Alright, move them for interrogation and then return." It took about thirty seconds after the order before Demiurge and Albedo managed to handle everything.
And again the family is at the table in full force, but the problems have not gone away.
- Sir, did I do well? Will you reward me? I want... - the blushing succubus began to flap her black wings, causing me a little shame. I created a devoted fan for my own sake... Thank goodness that her excessive desire for sex went away after my gift, but the residue makes itself known, dripping onto my composure, like hot iron in a forging mold.
"Has the March heat started?" the girl in the waitress uniform asked thoughtfully, as if casually addressing the void.
- What did the b... I mean, hmm...
"A minute of silence," I asked politely, since the artifact for detecting the PMC worked, and to my surprise, through the remote viewing mirror.
Such a thing could not be implemented in Yggdrasil, otherwise all the owners of the most powerful weapons would have been tracked down and destroyed long ago. And the world items were hidden from outsiders, like priceless collectible treasures. They were almost never used, only pleasing the owner's eyes. They were resorted to, perhaps, during a losing defense of the guild base; there was no point in hiding a bucket of water in the desert if your house was burning.
"Sebas, don't change the image." After the image was relayed, it became clear that the World Class Item was being hidden by a gang of low-level creatures. They were deep in the forest, about seven kilometers away from the main scene. The group of strange people were monitoring the progress of the battle against my chimera through magic, while not personally participating in the battle.
How interesting. Too bad the white crystal can only pinpoint the target more specifically if I'm there personally. Too many similar items in one place, almost all of us have PMKs that can out-gun the enemy.
- Oh, the primeval darkness, witches and sorcerers in the forest. Countless victims have fallen from their devilish machinations - a pretext appeared, and of all people, Pandora's Actor did not miss it, starting to tell unhelpful information in a theatrical manner.
Fortunately, the demon soon interrupted his comrade.
— Incredible! — The Demiurge, who had just sat down, stood up again, almost jumping. His eyes made of precious stones glared at the squad, like the predatory eyes of a hawk at its prey. — It's entirely possible… — the wrinkles on the demon's face became more distinct, and then, as if by magic, all the folds smoothed out peacefully. — I dare to assume that these are members of the Black Scripture. Hmm… but not all of them… Amazing, to lure out so many future prisoners with one simple move. No, now I'm absolutely sure of it! This plan is amazing!
"Does this mean that the Lord of Dawn is free and we can have some privacy?" Albedo twisted her face to the level of an inveterate pervert and shook her head from side to side, looking for confirmation of her words.
- Demiurge, remind me, which plan exactly did you like so much? - My dear subordinate does not have the ability to read minds or foresee the future. With a hundred percent probability, a couple of my ideas for seizing power and gaining sovereignty of Nazarick to create laws convenient for me, and decrees that resolve a couple of problems with conducting dangerous research...
No.
The Demiurge definitely shouldn't have guessed about this, because there are too many variables in the plan. Basically, it depends on whether the king of the country invites me to an audience, and how he behaves during the negotiations. We'll dance from there, but just in case, I wanted to look for a couple of convenient levers of pressure in order to better scout the situation, and only then report everything to the demon. He has an amazing intellect, so he should be of great help in preparing a special squad, quick implementation and assistance in recognition...
"That's the very plan!" Demiurge joyfully exclaimed, spreading his arms to the sides.
- The same one? - Or does he have a racial trait that allows him to understand the motives of living and semi-living creatures?
"Yes, exactly the same one you thought of a few days ago, but I still couldn't realize it until now," stretching his smile even wider, the creature in front of me lowered his head, depicting all his gratitude, as chess players do when they find an equal opponent.
"I see," perhaps he really can understand part of my motives, after all, my experience is too short. Of course, I had the Internet and other means of absorbing various information, but it's stupid to call me a genius, unlike the smartest creature in Nazarick.
"I'm glad you gave me enough hints to give me a chance to understand a small cog in a huge mechanism," Demiurge continued to nod modestly, leaning back in his chair-shaped chair, crossing his fingers in a thoughtful gesture.
"As expected of our Lord, whose thoughts are impossible to predict and difficult to think about," Cocytus also lowered his head, clearly pronouncing each word, making his speech seem slow.
"Yes, yes, our Lord is cool," Aura gave a thumbs up, and her brother blushed slightly and turned away.
So, I have more and more questions for the creator Mare. Should I give the dark elf over for re-education? But who can I trust with this? Demiurge will raise the boy to be a real schemer, Cocytus to be a real samurai, and Albedo... No, I definitely won't give him to her, otherwise the consequences are harder to predict than if he was given to Shalltear. These two girls have very specific views on life, and they will raise him to be a person that my mind cannot fully imagine.
While I was lost in thought, I missed the praise from others present.
Okay, the snacks are finished and the drinks are drunk.
There is no point in sitting in one place forever, it is time to act.
- So, the preparations for the transition to the next two millennia are complete, - taking the helmet in my hands, I slowly put it on my head, getting up from the table. - Let's enjoy the dawn together, - there is a lot to do; a world-class item, a chimerical tree and pleasant acquaintances.
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