At the same time, this distance was the ideal range for Cocytus the warrior to launch an attack. This sense of separation crushed Sebas until he could no longer breathe. However, under normal circumstances, Ainz would consider Sebas to be too far away and ask him to approach. It did not make speaking difficult, and when one considered the dimensions of the room and the fact that he was meeting with a superior, it was quite an appropriate distance. Sebas was some distance away from his master. “I think you should stop there.” Demiurge’s relaxed voice rang through the air and halted Sebas in his tracks. He felt a weighty pressure upon him and he was afraid that everyone would hear the thunderous beating of his heart. Sebas could understand why they felt that way. Their vigilance was not the reaction one would have to an ally. There was no trace of friendliness in the tense atmosphere. However, that was from a normal person’s point of view. The two Guardians before him did not seem to be paying much attention to Sebas. That was because his keen senses told him of carefully concealed hostility and killing intent. He looked up, and then slowly stepped forward - while a trail of frost ran down his spine. How can you speak from over there with your head bowed? I bid you enter.” “Yes.” Sebas’s head was still lowered as he responded to the solemn voice. But let us dispense with these pleasantries. The fault lies with me, being that I did not communicate my arrival in a timely manner. The movements of the air told him that Ainz had waved expansively, in a leisurely manner. Even from his bowed position, Sebas could sense those lights sizing him up from head to toe. Dim red pinpoints of light played lazily within the hollow orbits of his eye sockets. The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown emanated a black aura from its place within his hand. This almighty fighting force was also the ruler of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. That entity was one of the 41 Supreme Beings, who commanded fealty that could not be contested. Only one person could make Sebas bow before him in fear and awe. Sebas was the butler and the head of the manservants, and he occupied a position close to the top of Nazarick’s hierarchy. Then he bowed respectfully to the sole seated being in the room, as though in worship. I am deeply sorry to keep you waiting.” By sheer force of will, Sebas quashed the trembling in his voice.
And finally- “Please forgive my lateness. Then, there was an angel in the shape of a fetus, held in the arms of the demon.
There was no telling what schemes hid within his mocking features. He emitted a freezing aura and held a platinum halberd, but was otherwise motionless. The room was the same as always, but unlike how it usually was, there were now four heteromorphic beings waiting inside. However, it did open, revealing the interior of the guest room to Sebas’ eyes. If the door had truly read his heart, then Sebas would have much rather it had not opened at all. It was as though their speed was matching the way Sebas felt. Its hinges were regularly oiled and it should have swung open smoothly, but for some reason, the motion of the doors seemed unusually sluggish and ponderous, as though the door was fighting a pressure differential between the air on the inside and the outside of the room. Lower Fire (September) 3rd – 05:44 PM The door to the guest room slowly opened. Prelude to the Royal Capital’s DisturbanceĬhapter 6 | Prelude to the Royal Capital’s Disturbance Volume 6: The Men of the Kingdom | Part IIĬontents Cover Inserts Title Page Chapter 6 Prelude to the Royal Capital’s Disturbance Chapter 7 Attack Preparations Chapter 8 The Six Arms Chapter 9 Jaldabaoth Intermission Chapter 10 The Greatest Trump Card Chapter 11 The Final Battle of the Disturbance Epilogue Character Profiles Afterword Information
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