After my grand union with Albedo, news of her pregnancy spread swiftly throughout all of Nazarick.
Some offered blessings, but others—such as Shalltear and Luminous—glared at her with murderous envy, furious that she had stolen a march on them.
To quell such jealousy before it could fester, I summoned Shalltear and Luminous to my office and spoke but a single decree:
That soon enough, they too would be granted the right to bear my child.
At that, tears burst forth like a storm. They collapsed to the floor, weeping bitterly, until at last they rushed into my arms and buried their faces against my chest.
This had never been my original plan when I first lay with Albedo… yet so it unfolded.
Later, I wandered into the dressing room adjoining my private chambers, browsing through the countless garments and armaments amassed there. Robes that I could equip at any moment, a full set of plate armor I had purchased yet never once used, and not only armor—there were weapons ranging from staves to massive greatswords, truly innumerable.
Most were meaningless trinkets now, forgotten and useless, for I had long since locked away the true treasures within my [Subspace].
I picked up a greatsword at random. Its silver blade gleamed as light struck it, and the engraved runes etched along its length shimmered.
I swung it once.
No weight at all.
Like a feather in my grasp.
Of course, the blade was not forged from some paltry lightweight alloy. No, it was my strength that defied such things. Stronger even than the most elite warrior-players; rivaling, at times surpassing, those rare champions who possessed unique World Champion classes.
Such was the blessing of the dragon race—a cheat beyond reckoning.
Dragons, after all, were known as sovereigns of magic. I had once considered focusing my build purely on the path of the magic caster. Yet dragons were not so limited. Warriors, casters, hybrids—all paths lay open to me. Thus, I had become something beyond classification… a true amalgamation.
I sighed at this strange fate, then passed the greatsword to the maid standing nearby, Narberal.
"Put it away."
"As you command."
Once Narberal had removed the blade, a vast mirror along the wall reflected my figure: snow-white hair, crimson eyes, pale skin, sharply pointed ears, long lashes, a jet-black cloak draped over a black uniform. At my chest hung a violet necklace—one of the World Items I possessed.
In Yggdrasil, I had owned three such relics. This necklace was one.
But now?
Having transferred to this new world alone, I had inherited all the World Items stored within Ainz Ooal Gown. Countless treasures, now mine alone.
Three of them I wore even now:
Necklace of the Demon God
A violet pendant forged in the image of Odin, god of magic. It nullifies cooldowns and removes all usage limits for super-tier spells, elevating their damage to the absolute peak. A World Item among World Items, its power is broken beyond compare. Infinite use.
Lord of Kaiselin
A ring-shaped World Item that enforces the destiny of rulership. It reflects debuffs back upon the caster and bestows innate kingship, granting its bearer dominion over all. Only I may wield it. Infinite use.
Mantle of the Dragon Demon
A long, obsidian cloak wrought from dragon scale and demon heart. Its aura magnifies domination over others, radiating charisma so absolute that all tremble with reverence. Rumor holds it raises both physical and magical defense to the utmost. Infinite use.
Truly broken artifacts… yet to one of my race, perhaps excessive. Still, if ever unleashed in battle, their hidden potential might astonish even me.
My gaze shifted to the countless divine-class artifacts glittering in the mirror. I resolved to sort them later.
I reached out, tilting up the chin of the maid who stood demurely with hands clasped—Narberal Gamma.
"Walk with me. I wish to take the air."
"M-my lord… how could one as lowly as I presume to stand beside you—"
"Enough. I desire only your company beneath the open sky."
"But… the guards are already prepared…"
I let out a quiet sigh. My tone sharpened.
"Narberal. Do you mean to force me to repeat myself?"
"N-no, my lord!"
"Good. You alone shall accompany me. Dismiss the guards."
"…At once."
She bowed and sent her orders via [Message].
Three days had passed since Nazarick's transference to this new world.
As Narberal walked at my side, I pondered. Soon… I would need to visit Carne Village.
I drew her close by the shoulder. She stiffened, startled, looking up at me with wide eyes.
"M-my lord Kaiselin…!"
"Be still. You are mine. That is reason enough."
"But… compared to Lady Albedo, Lady Shalltear, Lady Luminous, I am—"
"Your worth is for me to decide. Albedo, Shalltear, Luminous—each is beautiful, and each delights me. But you, Narberal… you too are among them. Forget that not."
Her face flushed crimson.
"Yes…! Y-yes, my lord!"
I embraced her lightly, and she lowered her head, trembling.
Our words ended there. Together we teleported.
The place we arrived was a vast hall. Rows of long stone biers stretched in silence across polished marble. Behind us, a stair descended toward the great twin doors leading into the First Floor of Nazarick. Pale moonlight filtering through the entrance was the only illumination.
This was the Central Mausoleum of Nazarick—the closest point to the surface reachable by the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown.
And as I expected, we were not alone.
Before us loomed a host of aberrations—twelve in number, three types, four of each.
I knew them well.
A beast with fanged maw and scaled body, claws like swords.
A woman's body clad in black leather, crowned with the head of a crow.
A muscular fiend whose armor left his sculpted torso bare.
The Evil Lords—Wrath, Lust, Greed.
All their eyes fixed upon me. And then, as one, they dropped to a knee and bowed, acknowledging their sovereign.
So. Even in disguise, they recognized me.
Level 80 demons, stationed at Demiurge's Blazing Temple on the Eighth Floor.
And indeed, from among them stepped Demiurge himself—slicked-back hair, round spectacles, the visage of a calculating gentleman.
"Demiurge," I said.
He knelt low. "Lord Kaiselin. To come here without escort… and with only Narberal Gamma at your side. May I ask the meaning of this?"
He frowned, displeased that a mere maid dared walk beside me as an equal.
"I granted her that right. Hold your tongue, Demiurge."
"…As you will, my lord." He bowed his head.
"And as for my purpose here… yes. I see you understand."
A knowing gleam lit his eyes. He nodded.
"Indeed. Such foresight suits you, my lord. To come here, to assert your presence as the one true master of this domain. Yet… to rely on Narberal alone for company? Permit me, I beg, to serve at your side as well. Grant this humble servant your mercy."
"Very well. Narberal, remain here. Demiurge alone shall accompany me."
"At once, my lord."
"Your indulgence fills me with boundless joy, Lord Kaiselin."
"Then let us proceed."
Together, Demiurge and I left the mausoleum.
And then… it spread before me.
A scene so vast, so breathtaking that my crimson eyes drank it in at once.
"…Magnificent."
The graveyard lawn was manicured, fresh and clean. I walked across it in silence, lifting my gaze to the heavens.
"It begins. The grand design I have long yearned for. All that I have awaited… shall start here, by my hand alone. Prepare yourselves, other world. Your reckoning draws near."
I breathed deep of the cool night, letting its echoes fill me.
Then, invoking [Fly], I rose slowly, defying gravity, into the star-stained sky.