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Chapter 228 ~ The Cry

Having concocted a plan of action, Blue Rose left to begin their own preparation. 

Then, Momonga stood up from his seat, and with a wave of a hand, opened a [Gate] portal. 

“Well then, I’ll be returning to Nazarick to check on that mage girl’s progress. I’m quite interested how quickly she’ll be leveling up with Sebas power leveling her with Cocytus’s [Dueling Partner] summon.”

“Alright. See you.”

“See you, Momonga~”

Momonga, in his human figure, disappeared into the swirling darkness, leaving Yuuji and Aika along with Lupu. 

The werewolf/succubus maid stood at attention behind the two Supreme Beings at a medium distance. Far enough to not intrude on their privacy and space, but still close enough to serve at a moment’s notice. 

With Blue Rose gone and the room fully protected against any sort of divination and unwanted eyes or ears, she had returned to being a maid of the Supreme Beings. 

And just then, Aika turned towards her. 

“Lupu.”

“Yes, Aika-sama.”

She bowed her head as she responded with a voice filled with eagerness to serve yet calm and steady at the same time. 

If she were in her werewolf form, Aika would’ve seen her tail wagging back and forth behind her. 

“You may return to Nazarick and have some rest. Go and see the rest of the maids and see how they’re handling their new found powers.”

A flash of disappointment for not being able to serve the two Supreme Beings she admired the most appeared within Lupu’s eyes. 

“But Aika-sama, if I were to leave, then your protection…”

“Fufu~ We’ll be fine~ We’ll be returning to Nazarick soon as well. You can go first.”

“...Very well.”

Another [Gate] appeared with a wave of Aika’s hand, and the disappointed maid walked through it, and disappeared from the room. 

Silence fell into the room before Aika stood up from her seat and went behind her darling, who was lost in thought. 

“Whatcha’ thinking about~?”

Her slender arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him towards her, pressing her breasts against the back of his head.

Feeling the familiar sensation, Yuuji let out a deep sigh and leaned his head back, looking up to Aika from below. 

Their lips met, and Aika let out a cute giggle before Yuuji answered.

“I was just thinking about the plan… If it’ll go smoothly. It’s such a convoluted plan with so many working parts. And the more working parts there are, the easier for things to go out of control. After all, we can’t expect things to go exactly as we wish 100% of the time.”

With everything they’ve done, from saving the Swords of Darkness, granting Carne weapons beyond even the Kingdom’s armaments, preventing Shalltear’s brainwashing, assigning Sebas to Baharuth instead of Re-Estize, to using an entirely different plan from Demiurge’s “Jaldabaoth Incursion” in the kingdom, they’ve diverged far from the plot of Overlord that they knew. 

Although he didn’t regret the changes they’ve made, they lost the knowledge of the future. The world as they knew it was no longer the same as the world in the anime. 

Moreover, this was the first time Yuuji and Lelouch had come up with such a convoluted plan. Although they had the help of Albedo and Demiurge, and the entirety of Nazarick at their disposal, things could still go in unexpected ways. 

Since coming into this world, his intelligence and clarity of mind had soared beyond normal human capabilities. But in the end, he was still human mentally, with doubts and hesitation. 

And the stakes were now higher than ever. 

“You don’t need to worry that much, darling. Albedo and Demiurge are smart. And you’ve also spread out agents to nudge things the right direction exactly so we can control those unexpected things, right? Just like Shalltear’s mission to kidnap that woman Eight Fingers department head who used the crown prince’s mansion the most. I’m sure she’ll “gladly” help us make sure everyone falls into our trap.”

Yuuji closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying his beloved’s embrace, and smiled softly.

“Yes. you’re right. I’m just overthinking.”

Aika caressed his cheek softly as she peppered his forehead with kisses. 

“Fufu~ You should relax a bit. And maybe when Shalltear came to report, you should give her her long deserved reward.”

“Hmm, that’s a good idea. What do you think I should give her.”

“Hehe~ Of course, there’s only one thing she wants, darling~ It’s you~”

“Eh?”

Yuuji opened his eyes and saw Aika smiling widely at him. 

“Her horniness for you have been radiating ever since we first met her, darling. And I know you care for her, so why don’t you just give her what she wants? Give the biggest masochist of Nazarick a good dicking! She’s an undead, so she won’t be harmed if you choke her or slam your big dick into her tiny pussy~”

“Aika…”

Yuuji blushed, but words of denial couldn’t even escape his lips, since they were all true. 

“Hehe~ I know your taste very well, darling~ And it’s crueler to make her wait. She waited long enough. So stop lying to yourself and fuck her good~ Look, she’s already coming~”

“Eh?”

Just then, a swirling black portal appeared within the room, right before them. From it, a familiar, beautiful, petite, doll-like vampire dressed in her usual gown stepped out of the swirling vortex. 

“Greetings Yuuji-sama~ Aika-sama~”

Shalltear Bloodfallen, the Guardian of the first through third floor of Nazarick, created not only to be the strongest vanguard, but also the biggest pervert for Yuuji and him alone, appeared and greeted her beloved master and his wife with a voice filled with love and affection. 

And Yuuji felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her. 

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The journey to E-Rantel used to be perilous, even if they were to go through the “safer” routes, for Ninya and the Swords of Darkness. And the dangers when they were traveling with regular villagers with several large wagons filled with wheat and goods, were magnified significantly as bandits would often come to threaten to steal their wares and kill them. 

But, with equipment and weapons granted by the savior of Carne, Ainz Ooal Gown, the Swords of Darkness, previously a party of Silver Ranked adventurers, were now able to repel such dangers effortlessly. 

It was a smooth trip, and they managed to cover quite the distance within a few days despite stopping by villages along the way. 

They were only three to four days away from E-Rantel, and when the sky darkened, they decided to stay in a nearby village for the night. 

The Swords of Darkness and their party had decided to sell a bit of their wares to the villagers. The golden wheat, fresh fruits, vibrant vegetables, the top quality produce in their wagons were sold at a market price. 

They also spent liberally to stimulate the economy within these small villages, making them extremely popular amongst the villagers. 

They were even able to befriend the daughter of the village head. A girl their age with long, light-brown hair, big hazelnut eyes, and a cute, youthful, innocent face. 

“Ah, it’s already this time… Ninya-san, I’m sorry, but my father would worry if I return too late…”

“Oh, it’s alright, Tina. You can go home first. I need to take care of these… idiots who still don't want to rest for the night even though we have to head out early in the morning tomorrow…”

Ninya narrowed her eyes in a mix of anger, disgust, and helplessness as she gazed at Lukrut and Dyne who were still partying with the other villagers, clinking their wooden pints of ale, and laughing aloud within the small, modest inn they’re staying in. 

Lukrut had well and thoroughly let himself go and be dragged along by the villagers and their festivities. While Dyne was naturally weak with alcohol and went drunk after a few sips of ale the villagers persuaded him to drink. 

“A-Ahahaha… it’s fine, Ninya-san. I’ll be okay.”

“A-Ah! T-Tina, if you don’t mind, I can take you home. It’s dangerous for you to go out alone, this late at night…”

The two girls turned and saw Peter placing down his pint of ale on the table. His face was red, but he still looked more sober than Lukrut and Dyne. 

But Ninya, who was familiar with the leader of her party, knew. That wasn’t the entire reason why his face was red. 

“Ah, it’s fine, Peter-san. Thank you very much. My house is very near, and no one would be out this time of night. So I’ll be fine. Then, good night. I’ll see you off tomorrow!”

Tina bowed, and left the inn, leaving a dumbfounded Peter and a helpless Ninya. 

“Hah… leader, you should’ve been more proactive in chatting with her. We’re only going to be here until tomorrow morning.”

“... I know. But this is the first time I’m doing this. I don’t know how to approach her.”

“Well, you should rest soon and wake up early tomorrow. Maybe, you can meet her while we’re getting ready and talk to her.”

Ninya looked at her leader helpless, but smiled encouragingly nonetheless. He was like a brother to her at this point, a sometimes reliable, but mostly dense and foolish brother. 

“I-I will. Though, can you give me some tips on how to talk with girls? Tell me what’s a good conversation from a girl’s perspecti-”

Just then, they heard a loud scream, a slap, and tearful sobbing. 

“What the-?”

Lukrut, Dyne, and the villagers partying within the inn went silent immediately upon hearing the voice.

They all became alerted and bolted out of the door, wondering what had happened that could cause such a scream to resound on a supposedly silent night. 

It was then that they saw a crude carriage and some armed guards in cheap leather armor.

“You little wench! How dare you bump into me?! You filth- Oh? On second thought… Heh, you look quite pretty. Hey, I’ll forgive you for your rudeness, but only if you come with me!”

“N-Noo!!! Please! mercy!!!”

Tinya struggled against the hold of the young man as he held onto her wrist. 

She flailed around, and in a pure accident, her hand scratched the side of his chubby cheeks. 

“Ow! Y-You filthy wench!!! How dare you scratch the face of your lord!”

Nobles within this particular area were not particularly well off, being in an area bordering the empire and close to the Katze Plains, where wars between the Kingdom and Empire were often held. The only larger city hub within these area was the fortress city of E-Rantel. 

But, nobles were still nobles. And they could all guess from a glance that the waifish man in dirty clothing that once, in the distant past, must’ve been quite fine, was the “local lord’s son”. 

Don't get involved. 

The thought came to her as her eyes darted around her, and she knew that everyone thought the same when she saw nobody emerging from their homes or went to help her. 

‘They were thinking the same thing… Just like when the Lord of my village took Tuare…’

Memories of when Tuare was taken, dragged by a portly, disgusting man that lorded over the villagers. A number of armored guards with steel swords in hand. 

Her father, laying bloodied on the dirty ground never to move again. Her mother, dragged away by the hair and pushed to the ground. 

The helplessness, powerlessness, trauma, nightmare, but most of all, immense regret surged forth from deep within. 

She did nothing then, when they took her dear sister away to a painless death, if lucky, or a fate of years of torture. And now… another was going to be taken away, just like she did. 

Was she going to do nothing… yet again?

"Please! My lord, don't take her!" 

A very thin older man pleaded, he and his wife knelt inside their door and their hands were up and pleading. The village head and his wife, respected amongst the villagers, now at the mercy of a boy half his age. 

"Show mercy! We paid our taxes didn't we?"

"Yes, but it wasn't really enough, the least you can do is obey like good dogs." 

He nudged the girl's leg with his foot

"Yes, dogs, and she's just a bitch." 

He laughed at his own sick joke. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Now come on, you!" 

The young “lord” reached down and pulled at the girl by her wrist, dragging her through the dust and dirt, causing her to yelp in pain as her skin scraped against the rocky ground.

Then, something finally snapped in Ninya’s mind as her blood turned from ice, to a burning, raging fire. 

“Let her go!" She shouted, and the noble, the villagers, even Tina, froze at the unspoken disbelief that someone had said the impossible.

The lordling looked at her, with eyes widened in shock and disbelief, and exclaimed.

"Excuuuuuse me! Don't you know who I am?! I'm Lord Philip, these are my lands, peasants, and therefore this is my business, not yours."

‘Stupid adventurers!’

Philip cursed inwardly at the uneducated filths who didn’t even know the face of the person who ruled and owned the places they visited.

‘As soon as I’m the official lord, I’ll put a tax on their passing through every single village in my territory and make them come pay their respects to me personally!’

He turned to his guards, disregarding the lowly peasant adventurer.

"Take the bitch and put her in the carriage! Hurry up!”

"I said let her go, you piece of shit!" 

Ninya brought her staff up as the words of Alexander echoed in her mind, 'Protecting the people is only natural for those with the strength to do it.'

"H-Hiii-! P-Put that one down!" 

Philip shrieked and waved a hand toward Ninya. 

"Magic arrow!" 

Ninya cast her spell, and arrows of light flashed through the air and pierced through the guard’s cheap armor.

Her shout snapped the rest of her friends, and the chaos drew out the other guards from the other side of the carriage where they were out of sight the previous moment.

Lit by torches, the Swords of Darkness needed to know only one thing. That their teammate, their friend, was in trouble.

Lukrut nocked an arrow into his bow and let go, planting an arrow right into a guard’s throat. 

Peter charged the moment Ninya cast her spell, only to be beaten by Lukrut’s arrow, and clashed with another, who clumsily waved his spear with a shout more of fear than bravery. He ducked beneath the spear’s thrust, and cut the man before him in two with a slash from his enchanted sword. 

Roberdyke handled the last, shoulder charging them to the ground before bringing his mace down to break his rib cage and smashing his heart with a sickening crunch of bone and a disgusting splat.

Ninya ran with a cry more of hysteria than spirit to the noble, raised her staff, and slammed the young man in the face and head. 

Blood splattered as screams of pain from the lordling resounded throughout the streets. 

Holding her staff in two hands, brought it up and down on the youth’s head. Each sound of bones breaking and bloody flesh squelching resounded, only to be drowned out by her shrieks and his screams of pain. 

It wasn't until she felt a trembling body and lithe arms wrap around her waist and pushed her back that she stopped seeing red and saw what she had done.

The head was a caved-in wreck, the young man who identified himself as 'Philip' was very dead and beyond recognition.

Blood stained the ground, a pool of it gathering inside a dent the size of the bloody top of her staff. 

She breathed heavily, catching her breath from the exhaustion, adrenaline, and sheer shock and fear of what she had done.

"No more! No goddamn more!" 

Ninya shouted her rage at the uncaring sky. 

The villagers looked at the dead guards and the dead lordling. Those who seemed invincible at first, now bloodied and dead. 

They bleed. They were frail. They were not Gods. 

And with the fatal wound, Tina’s father and mother approached the dead guards and picked up the fallen weapons.

Then, a battle cry resounded. A shout, born of desperation, anger, and determination, threatening to split the clouds in the sky.

No more.