Henry stayed at the gathering spot of the villagers, helping to heal the injured ones using his magic.
After finishing healing the wounded among the villagers, and with nothing better to do, he was now busy entertaining the kids with his magic tricks, turning spells into fluffy bunnies and twinkling stars.
Momonga and Ulbert approached him. To avoid being overheard by the nearby villagers, they initiated a private conversation using [Message], asking if he wanted to join the battle later.
[Henry, will you join us on the battlefield?] Momonga asked through the spell, his voice echoing in his mind.
Henry didn't even look up, his eyes fixed on the giggling children as he grinned widely. [Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on there!! Can't you see I'm in the middle of a show? These kids are VIPs! All of 'em. Front-row seats, to the greatest magical show ever!]
Ulbert leaned against a wall, crossing his arms with a smirk playing on his misterius adventure, [Come on, Henry. We're talking about wars here—blood, destruction, explosions! It'll be fun! Like old times when we raided a dungeon, but now with a real scream.]
Henry paused mid-wave, his eyebrows shooting up in mock horror as he shot Ulbert a sharp, disapproving look. [No! I'm tired! And let's not forget you two are literally dumping all your work on me! I just got here, for cryin' out loud! Now I'm on vacation mode, and I don't want my very limited edition cloak to get dirty. Besides, at my age, running around battlefields is bad for the joints. You wouldn't want your old man to break his hip mid-spell, would you?]
Ulbert chuckled, his smirk widening into a full grin. [Oh, please. You are—the father of the 41 supreme being—That means you are the strongest in the Lore. Come on, Henry—live a little!]
He was mid-trick, waving his hands like a conductor with exaggerated flair, [NOPE! Go have your little destruction party without me—you're old enough to be on your own.]
Henry laughed heartily in the [Message], the sound booming like thunder in their minds. [Just send up some fireworks if you're in a dire situation—y'know, like if Momonga trips over his own robe and accidentally gets stabbed with a holy sword. Then, maybe, I'll come running to get your sorry ass.]
Ulbert threw his hands up, eyes rolling dramatically. [Fine! You old geezer! Stay here and play babysitter. But if we win—which we totally will—I'm telling everyone you chickened out because you're afraid of getting a little mud on your fancy robes.]
Henry flicked his fingers, and a swarm of illusory butterflies fluttered around Ulbert's head, one landing on his nose and making him sneeze. [Says the guy who screams like a little girl at the sight of spiders!]
Henry grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief, [Shame I couldn't bring the video of you freaking out to this new world.]
Ulbert flushed at that, [That was one time! And it was a big spider! Fine! you stay put. But don't come crying, when you miss out the victory.]
Henry face beaming with theatrical enthusiasm, [Now shoo! There's a show that must be continued. Scram, you two pyromaniac!]
Momonga's shoulders slumped like a deflated balloon, [Very well. But remember, Henry. Don't use your power to—]
Henry cut him off, waving a dismissive hand with an exasperated eye roll and a playful scowl. [Yes, yes. I will not use my magic, to accendly turning the village chicken.]
He spun on his heel, facing the kids with a theatrical bow, his face lighting up with exaggerated excitement and a wide, toothy smile. "Okay, who wants to see a butterfly made of ice?"
The kids roared their approval, jumping up hyperactive.
Even though Henry said that, he continued to closely observe Gazef's battle using his skill. And of course, the respect he held for Gazef and his soldiers only grew even greater.
After waiting for quite a while, Momonga finally used the item he had given to Gazef—and switching their position.
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In the heat of battle against the overwhelming Slane Theocracy forces—Sunlight Scripture led by Nigun, Gazef was fighting with everything he had.
His body was a map of wounds—deep gashes from angelic summons, burns from holy magic, exhaustion pushing him beyond mortal limits.
Many of his man has already down, and he knew his death was close—he had accepted it as a warrior's end, protecting the Village to his last breath.
Then, in an instant [We take it from here], the world twisted.
The roar of combat vanished, replaced by the quiet gasps of frightened villagers. He stood among them—the citizen, the children, the elders.
Confusion hit first—'Where am I? Where is the enemy?!' Then enriuqe, a calm and familiar figure (one of the mysterious saviors who had already aided the village), explained it to him plainly. Momon had used a powerful item to swap places with him.
"Just rest—everything will be fine," enriuqe said.
Gazef's legs finally gave out, almost immediately. Gratitude crashed over him like a tidal wave—raw, overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity.
The adrenaline that kept him upright drained away—his body finally allowed itself to shut down.
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Seeing Gazef's and the other soldier grievous state—multiple lacerations, internal bleeding, mana exhaustion—he acted instantly. Staying conscious with injuries like that was already extraordinary.
Henry activated a large-scale healing circle beneath the soldiers.
The magic surged—green light enveloped them, knitting flesh, and restoring their stamina.
Satisfaction bloomed quietly as he watched Gazef collapse. He felt a strange mix of pride and quiet amusement at how perfectly the plan had executed.
Henry exhaled softly. 'Rest well, soldier. You've earned it. The battlefield just now, is just beginning.'
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-In the Throne Room-
Many Floor Guardians knelt before the Supreme Beings, their heads bowed in absolute reverence.
Momonga, seated upon the throne, "We have an important announcement. From this moment onward, the name by which outsiders shall know us will change. This is to prevent any magic that relies on controlling a true name from reaching us. Starting now, my name is 'Ainz Ooal Gown'."
To Momonga's right stood Ulbert, his voice deep and resolute. "My name shall be known as 'Ulgram Ooal Gown'."
Next, Henry declared, "My name shall be known as 'Avery Ooal Gown'."
Momonga rose slightly, his skeletal gaze sweeping over the assembled guardians. "From now on, our ultimate goal is to etch ourselves into eternity as legends."
Ulbert continued, his tone edged with dark ambition, "If heroes arise, let their blood dye the earth red. We will make it unmistakably clear that we are the greatest heroes to ever walk this world."
Henry added firmly, "If someone stronger than us appears out there, do not rely solely on brute strength. If a great magician commands many subordinates, simply change your methods. Right now, we are merely preparing for the future—keep that in mind with every action you take."
Momonga concluded, his voice rising with unshakable conviction. "We will make it known to all that we are The Greatest Beings In Existence!"
With that, Momonga stood fully. The three Supreme Beings—Momonga, Ulbert, and Henry—vanished in a flash of teleportation magic, leaving only the Floor Guardians in the vast, echoing throne room.
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One by one, the Floor Guardians rose to their feet.
Albedo was the first to break the heavy silence. "Demiurge, convey to us what our lords told you when you were together with them."
Demiurge bowed slightly, his tail swaying with calm precision. "Of course. On that night, as our lords gazed at the sky, Lord Momonga said, 'This world is like a jewel.' with Lord Ulbert replied, 'How about we conquer it? So that no one will be able to contaminate or destroy this new world.'"
Demiurge paused, "However, Lord Momonga made it clear that conquest is not always about destruction. They also wish to preserve this new world, just as one would cherish and protect a precious infusion." his glasses gleaming.
Albedo turned sharply to face the other guardians, her voice ringing with purpose. "Listen well, all of you. The goal of Nazarick is to grant our lords that jewel box—to obtain the entire world for them!"
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Huff...
It seems Momonga still holds hope with that name, so that our old friends who might appear in this new world, know that we are in here.
Well, whether it comes true or not is a trouble for the future.
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Hello, there~
You might be wondering why the author isn't updating the story properly and instead keeps going back to 'fix' the old chapters.
Well, that's because the author is currently busy trying to patch up all the spots where I broke the fourth wall.
And this time? Yeah, I'm straight-up using my powers to add this extra scene myself—because it's obvious the author forgot it again.
And let's be real—you all know exactly why Momonga's name is still "Ainz Ooal Gown" in the story.
I was just too lazy to come up with a new alias for him. And Its because that name is also ICONIC.
....
I lie.
Well can you blame me?!—I'm already working to the bones here! coming up with a new name is hard.
And the author always call me the lazy and stupid one, but look who's forgetting to put this ICONIC moment now, huh?
Anyway, I'd better stop breaking the wall before the author notices and throws me into another timeout.
Stay safe, everyone.
Sincerely,
Henry ;>
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(Shh… don't tell the author I was here. Though let's be honest—they can just scroll back and check the chapter logs. Whatever. If this chapter mysteriously change before the next update, you already know who's to blame.)