Chapter 68: Wake up the next morning to hear 'news'

The Overlord General, who had evolved to the class from mere Elder Lich, flipped through papers on his desk.

He had appropriated the corrupted, nightmarish desk from one of the study-rooms of the now-nightmarish mansion that 'Katarina Leviathan' had acquired in the Human World, specifically around 'Germany', and which the Overlord General had 'remodelled' to better suit his needs.

'Hm… I can't believe that my feeble plan could be used to craft something so grand…' The Overlord felt more than a bit of warmth in what constituted its heart. 'To feel accepted so… haa…'

It shook its skull, shaking himself off the sentiment before [Emotion Suppression] could do so for it. 'He has given me his orders, and now I'll need to execute them… But to know who I should and should not squash, I need to know which maggots I need to spare… Master must have plans for them, having them dance on his strings and confound birds of prey to eat the lively maggots laced with poison…'

It shuffled through its papers, checking the names and memorizing the faces. 'Hm. Good. It seems that my 'training' has caused that Katarina woman such exasperation that she practically jumped at the chance to have me spend my time in some other way. And when I asked her to procure the information she has about 'Momon Phenix', she had them ready overnight... heh. It's almost as if Master planned this in advance… and most likely he did. He wouldn't overlook even tiny details like that…'

It flipped through another paper. 'Hm, so… Momon Phenix has been registered as a 'King' of a 'Peerage', and his 'Peerage' members have an entry in the registry… Hm, so the body He has chosen to inhabit belonged to 'Issei Hyoudou', until my Master deemed the body to have grown to his exact specifications and He manifested in this world...'

The Overlord General flipped through the registry entries, memorizing the names, details and families of the men and women who He had chosen as his unwilling pawns.

It came across a white-haired girl, and noted a detail in her 'family history'. 'Hm… I've heard of that name before… I think that maggot, Vali, mentioned her…'

The undead creature shuffled through some files, and then picked up another file that contained the details of the 'group' that it would work with, provided to it by the disguised dragon called 'Ophis'. The file had been mostly left untouched, but was now opened and it shuffled through the pages until it found a personnel file for a maggot he had read about in its Master's 'Peerage' file.

The Overlord General looked at the image of 'Kuroka Toujou', then glanced at the profile of 'Koneko Toujou' to confirm the name in the small maggot's profile, then glanced at the shivering, feeble creature in the corner of the room that had dragged her legs against her chest and was shivering in fear and cold while having a nightmare.

It then glanced at the profile it had been provided, which had image of 'Kuroka' that showed a headstrong, borderline intimidating black-haired woman with matching-colored cat-ears, clad in a black yukata and smiling at the camera with a sadistic and darkly seductive look on her face while her yellow, predatory eyes seemed to reflect light.

It then turned to look at the miserable pile of black hair, torn clothes, shivering pale skin and downwards-pressed cat-ears in the corner.

The Overlord General would have scrunched its eyebrows, if it had them. '...All maggots look alike. Remembering their faces in the pictures is simple, but recognizing them in reality... This might be problematic.'

'Nah, no way.' The Overlord General shrugged off the vague resemblance its slave had to the picture and flipped the file of 'Kuroka' to the side. "Come, slave. Your training continues."

The shivering insect flinched awake from the words and stumbled on her feet. "Yes… master... mrroww..."

The Overlord General nodded it's skull. 'Good… All is as He has planned…'

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Momonga was sitting in the shower and wobbling back-and-forth while hugging his knees, the morning after his little romp with his fiancee's. 'I can't believe I did that… What madness overtook me… I just… choked Ravel, and…'

"Post-nut clarity is a bitch, eh?" The dragon in his head wasn't helping Momonga's mood.

'Quiet.'

"Well, considering that your fiancees seemed to like you nutting like a squirrel in the autumn…" Ddraig noted dryly. "Perhaps you should let go of your prudeness and embrace the ero, as you coined it?"

"Haa…" Momonga sighed, realizing that he had become the very thing he swore to avoid becoming. 'I've become a pervert with a harem... What would Touch Me say if he saw me now? Tabula?'

The broken plushies in Momonga's head twitched from being called forth, but the liveliness they had previously was gone. '...That's your fault, Ddraig.'

"The sooner you realize that I did that for your sake, the better." Ddraig didn't seem to agree, but fell quiet as 'Momonga' sent the dragon a lethal glare inside the dust-flat of Momonga's mind.

Meanwhile, the part of him that was Suzuki Satoru was staring transfixed at a sprout that had risen from the dust, giving the otherwise reddish dust-flat a tiny dot of green.

He shook himself off his internal struggles as he heard the shower's door open and saw Sona enter.

"Ah- Ahem. Rossweisse-san has woken up." Sona coughed to clear her surprise from seeing Momonga sitting in the shower. "Um… That pose… A-are you implying that I should wash your back?"

"Face the music, Momonga. Or were you planning on not taking responsibility for your actions?"

"Not at all, I was just… contemplating things." He told the girl while getting up, turned the shower off and created a pajama-robe on his shoulders on the fly with silent [Create Item].

"Your control over [Power of Imagination] is… impressive." Sona noted, albeit Momonga could tell that she was trying her best to find something positive to say.

'Well… I suppose it's time to salvage what I can.' Momonga sighed.

He walked out of the shower, glancing at Sona in the passing and noticing for the briefest moment that she looked at him with hate in her eyes, which made him sigh again and the girl to panic. 'Well then, I suppose I'll need to somehow repeat what happened with my Peerage to my fiancees, that is, converting hate to loyalty somehow… Oh well.'

"Don't worry about it." He reached to scratch Sona's head as she tried to make up some hasty apology on the fly. "I'm not angry. In fact, I'd prefer it if you show your true feelings. It's not good to keep them bottled up."

"I… thank you, I suppose." Sona seemed to be taken back, and also quite troubled by the head-scratching. Or by his words. Or both.

'Too early for that, I guess…' Momonga sighed at his awkward relationships, shook his head and head to the living room.

"Ah… good morning, dear." Rias greeted him by hopping on her feet from a cushy chair she had been occupying and came to kiss him, or rather peck him on the lips as she pulled back before either of them could deepen the kiss- most likely because of the white-haired woman in the room.

"A-ahem… um…" Rossweisse seemed like she wanted to say something as she sat on a chair that had been set behind a table that housed a breakfast, but seeing Momonga caused her words to fail her. "I'm…"

"Good morning, my lord…" Ravel walzed over to sit on Momonga's lap as he sat on a chair on the opposite end of the breakfast table from Rossweisse. The blonde girl had her hair down and it made her hair reach all the way to her knees, as opposed to her usual shoulder-length twin-drills… and the look made her seem quite vulnerable and even innocent. What wasn't innocent was the hungry, breathy 'good morning'-kiss she placed on Momonga's lips. And then deep into his mouth.

Rossweisse let a small 'eep' as she saw it.

Momonga broke off the kiss, leaving Ravel out of breath and her eyes blazing with want. "Later, dear."

"Mhm…" Ravel shivered in pleasure from being called so, and stood up from his lap reluctantly. "In that case, I'll hold you to that… dear…"

She slid to a seat next to him while letting her hand linger on his cheek until the last moment, causing Momonga to shiver unconsciously from the possessive motion. 'Well, I'm glad Ravel seems to like me, but… umu, sometimes she can be a bit scary…'

"Umu, anyway, good morning Rossweisse-san." Momonga turned towards the white-haired girl. "I feel that things have spiralled somewhat out of control, so let's start from a fresh plate, no?"

"I-I'd like that, Lord Momon." Rossweisse latched onto the offered straw with all her might, if her eagerness was anything to go by. "A-ahem. Then allow me to re-introduce myself. I am Rossweisse, a Valkyrie of Norse Pantheon, and I have been sent here by Lord Odin himself to serve as a Diplomatic liaison between Lord Odin and you, Lord Momon."

"I see…" Momonga nodded as he noted the difference in the introduction and the report the Overlord Wiseman disguised as Lord Phenix had given. "I received a message during the night that I could use you as a liaison if desired… or, I believe, a servant. Or more specifically, if the report stated it correctly, a slave."

Rossweisse's eyes widened, and then her eyes gained a dreadful, shadowed glint that caused Momonga a bit of a fright. And her muttering caused droplets of sweat to run down Momonga's back. "Odin… that old, wrinkled, backstabbing, salary-eating, lewd, perverted good-for-nothing…"

"That's pretty harsh." Rias chastised Momonga and then turned towards Rossweisse. "I'm sure there was a miscommunication there somewhere."

"No, no… Lord Odin is someone who could say something like that." Rossweisse's look caused Momogna to shift in his seat uncomfortably. "That perverted, gross, inappropriate old man… Ah!"

She seemed to realize that she was muttering in front of Momonga and bowed her head. "I am thoroughly sorry for this inappropriate and unprofessional act. I hope you can find in your heart to forgive me for this slight."

"It's alright." Momonga handwaved. "It's not like our relationship started on a professional note anyway."

Rossweisse groaned.

"Umu, speaking of which, what happened last night?" Momonga moved on. "You materialized on top of me, and… well…"

"I… got orders from Lord Odin to immediately proceed to your presence, and I thought I was late since I had to prepare myself… so I used teleportation, and… well… I've always been a bit on the clumsy side." Rossweisse blushed cutely. "F-for what it's worth, I offer my sincerest apologies for, um, what happened… All that had happened…"

"It's alright. Don't worry about it. However, are you alright?" Momonga turned the tables. "I made you drink a healing potion, so is your body feeling alright? You were about to die, I believe."

"I… am alright. I was in shock over what happened and I think it caught my breath. My belly feels a bit warm, but otherwise I'm perfectly fine. Perhaps even more healthy than before." Rossweisse blinked and stretched her arms. "Um, I'm not sure what caused the warmth but…"

"Aha… He came inside you too, after all…" Ravel sing-songed from the side while rubbing her own belly, causing Rossweisse to freeze utterly, completely still.

Momonga resisted the urge to groan.

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Rossweisse's head was spinning once again. 'L-Lord Momon came inside me?! Am I pregnant?! O-out of wedlock? D-does that mean… is… A-am I going to give birth to his bastard? Am I a side-lover?!'

She felt like fainting as she realized her relationship status had gone from 'forever virgin' to 'soon-to-be single mother' in a single afternoon. However, she realized that she couldn't keep her job as a Valkyrie if she became pregnant on the job, disgracing her superiors and causing her to be kicked off the job.

In other words, she'd be an unemployed single mother that had been dishonorably discharged, possibly with a rape-allegation hanging above her head like a guillotine blade, and thus she'd have between little and no chances of getting a new job, or finding a husband to take care of her and her child from different father.

The thought caused her insides to cramp up in fear. And also forced her to come to a realization:

'I… I must… I must try to seduce Lord Momon.' Rossweisse's vision swam from the task she faced, and her vision almost darkened when she looked to the side to see Rias Gremory who outclassed her in all beauty comparisons except possibly height, which might be to her detriment if Lord Momon wasn't into tall women. Moreover Rossweisse had realized from their brief discussion that Rias was a warm, calm woman who'd likely make for a good mother and a stable support pillar of a family.

And beside Lord Momon sat a short, busty blonde girl who had introduced herself as 'Ravel Phenix', who in turn looked to match all 'naughty' checkmarks that a man might desire, that much was clear from her very posture if the little display she had put up just now hadn't already made that obvious. Not to mention 'Sona Sitri', who had introduced herself to Rossweisse and came across as very business-oriented, professional girl who would easily match or surpass Rossweisse's attempts to appeal to Momon's rational, business-side that'd likely seek a woman who knew how to be frugal and handle money.

Sona sent Rossweisse an inquisitive glance as she sat down on a chair in front of the breakfast table and started to spread marmalade on a toast after sending a glance to Momon who sighed and nodded at the girl.

Rossweisse realized the true hopelessness of her task: She was outclassed, outmatched, and her competition had already engaged with Momon and were close and intimate with him.

She wanted to cry.

"Ah, are you feeling well? Please eat. Breakfast is prepared for all of us." Momon's soft, calm voice caused Rossweisse's insides to cramp up once again as she tried to desperately find a way out of her situation. "It looks like the staff have prepared some exotic fruits, light cakes, thin meats and bread…"

Rossweisse grabbed some of the food with mechanical motions and poured a hefty glass of red wine for herself, figuring that she needed to calm her nerves, and while she hadn't drank all that much before in her life, she had heard that light consumption of alcohol would help her relax.

Rias sighed. "Well, it's not like I expected a romantic breakfast after the night of our engagement ceremony, but this'll do. I should be grateful that this is the extent of craziness- no, wait. Nevermind. I'm not going to jinx it anymore."

Instead she spread butter on a crisp-toasted bread, causing the cryptic statement to hang in the air.

"We've had some… unfortunate incidents in a row recently." Momon told Rossweisse who could only nod.

"What exactly do you mea…" Rossweisse paused her speech as the door leading to the bedroom opened.

A curvy blonde woman with huge breasts walked into the room from the door that led to the bedroom, clothed in a crimson-coloured velvet nightgown that left little to imagination regarding her curves, and she yawned. "Ahh… I smelled something tasty… the breakfast is in… g'morning, hubby…"

The woman paused mid-yawn, seemingly realizing that there was quite the crowd in the living room.

The crowd paused as well, staring at the woman who had seemingly appeared from nowhere.

Ravel broke the silence that had fallen over the occupants. "Kukuku… so you were watching us from the… wardrobe, mom? Or perhaps from one of the side-rooms? Did you like what you saw, mom? Would you like to join us tonight? I'm sure Momonwould love to shatter your mind as well… And perhaps your pelvis too… and give me a little sister..."

"R-Ravel!" The woman looked scandalized. "Ah, ahem… I was…"

"Don't worry about it, Lady Phenix. I'm a bit surprised that you are here, but in retrospect, these would have been your quarters before Lord Phenix transferred them to me. I believe that he intends to build new quarters for himself. My condolences for your divorce- I heard that it took effect officially after my engagement ceremony." Momon lifted his hand calmly to pause the woman… and then sent her an inquisitive glance that caught Rossweisse by surprise from the sharpness of it. "Did you happen to overhear anything?"

"I- ahem…" the woman, presumably the Marchioness of Phenix family, seemed to be taken off guard by Momon's tone as well. "I saw you talking to yourself… and you cast wards that blocked sound? I didn't hear anything else… Although, I object to the way you treated Ravel."

"Ah… I see." Momon coughed. "I'm sorry about that, but it seemed that Ravel-san enjoyed it…"

"Drop the honorific, my lord…" Ravel purred. "I'm your personal Ravel-chan… or perhaps you'd like to find a pet name for me? Aha, don't worry mom, he was amazing… And maybe tonight you'll get a taste yourself? He's delicious..."

"You talked to yourself?" Rias seemed puzzled, and then she sighed. "Ah, you were talking to Ddraig, right? To [Boosted Gear]?"

Momon paused, paled a bit, and then sent Rias a disappointed glance, causing the girl no small amount of puzzlement. "...Yes. I did. By the way, I'd prefer it if you didn't spread that tidbit of information… The same applies to everyone in this room. You too, Rossweisse-san."

"I… yes, my Lord." Rossweisse hoped that by keeping the secret, and using a tad bit more familiar way of referencing the man, she'd be able to nudge herself a bit higher in his 'ranking'. 'N-no way, am I already trying to push myself onto a man with a fiancee? No, multiple fiancees? Wait, w-what if… could he take me as a fiancee also? He has three already, surely one more wouldn't hurt? Or is three some kind of magical number? D-do I like Lord Momon that way?! C-can I hesitate? If I don't snatch him in time… No! I can't hesitate! My career and future are on the line!'

"Ah- but… why'd you want to keep having [Boosted Gear] a secret? It's going to get out in the first Rating Game we go into anyway…" Rias seemed puzzled, causing Momon to cover his face with his hand.

"The point of trump cards is that you don't use them in a public setting, unless absolutely necessary. And if you do use them, you have to camouflage their use so the enemy learns false information." Momon lectured Rias, causing her to become even more puzzled.

"But, the point of Rating Games is to display your strength and lift your social status as a Devil from low-class up to Ultimate-class Devils…" Rias objected. "Holding back seems… counter-intuitive."

"Unless you have enemies who'd only need to watch the recordings, and then they'd have full knowledge of your abilities and could plan their strategies to perfectly counter your skills." Momon pointed out.

"But we don't have such enem- oh." Rias blushed. "The Supreme Being."

"Precisely." Momon sighed, and reached to scratch Ravel's head as she seemed to find the whole exchange humorous while Sona had turned as pale as a sheet while sitting still like a mannequin, almost as if she hoped she wasn't noticed. "Anyway… would you like to join us for the breakfast, Lady Phenix?"

"...You can call me Caitlin, if you so wish." The woman sighed and sat beside Ravel, seemingly defeated.

"That would be inappropriate, my lady." Momon offered diplomatically. "However, if that's your wish…"

"Do as you'd like." Lady Phenix seemed to grow tired of Momon's polite words and moved to pile some eggs on her plate.

Rossweisse felt nervous as she realized her task- she had to try to seduce Momon somehow, or at least endear herself to him so he'd keep her around, in front of his fiancee's and in front of his mother if the relationship puzzle presented to her made any sense. 'Hold on, since Ravel called her mother as well… wait, does that mean… Is Ravel sister to Lord Momon? And she's his fiancee?! I-incest?!'

She almost passed out on the spot, much like what had happened to her when she had learned of Lord Loki's relationships and the results of said relationships, but managed to catch herself by grabbing the glass of red wine she had poured for herself and downing it.

"G-gha… haah." Rossweisse put the glass down while the smooth but bitter liquid slid down her throat and caused it to burn a bit. "Pwah."

"Are you alright, Rossweisse-san?"

"Phaah… J-just call me Ross-chan, Momon-kun!" Rossweisse hiccupped, then realized what she had said. "Uwaaaah! Nooo… That's so inappropriate… What will our children think?!"

"Our… umu?"

"Momon-kuun… I'm sowwy, but I'm pregnant…" Rossweisse looked at the two Lord Momons in her view. 'D-did he duplicate himself? I-is that a double-team? Both holes at once?! L-lewd!' "I'm pwegnant with your chiildd…"

Various sounds of food items falling from limp hands came from around the table in response to Rossweisse's announcement.

"Umu... " Lord Momon seemed to sweat quite a bit.

Rias sent Momon a glance.

Ravel seemed to be incredibly amused for some reason.

Sona was utterly pale, having frozen in place despite how the marmalade toast had fallen from her hand and landed on her lap.

Lady Phenix blinked a few times, then sent a glance at Ravel, and then one at Momon. "Momon-san… Is there something you wish to tell us?"

"..." Momon breathed in, breathed out, seemed to struggle internally for a while and then nodded severely, causing Rossweisse to jump a bit in her seat. "Rossweisse-san, I'll take responsibility. Do not worry."

Rossweisse's head spun. "Oweh? Id was dat easy? I gots a successful, handsum, rich hubbyyy...weee, take dat, Brynhildr, yeeee frigid biiitch…"

She fell from the chair, only for Lord Momon to teleport suddenly to catch her mid-fall. "Uhaa… sowwy…"

"No more drinking, Rossweisse-san. If the child is to be healthy…" Momon's gentle words soothed Rossweisse's soul, and she promptly passed out from the alcohol rising to her head.

'Heeee! He loves meee~ I don't hafta be a single mooom...' Rossweisse's last, drunken thought filled her with joy before her mind went blank and body limp.

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"Well then. This makes… two times Rossweisse-san has passed out on me." Momonga noted calmly while his mind was racing and spinning at a rate that would put a car's wheel to shame. 'I'm going to be a dad? I'm going to be a dad! She- she's… umu! But, but… I only met her yesterday, and… if he's Odin's spy, then… does that mean Odin sent her deliberately to tie me down and force me to maintain a good relationship with the Norse? Dammit, he's far more cunning than I thought…'

"Could it be that she heard that you nut inside her and she thought she was pregnant from that? You might want to have her run a pregnancy test before you spin out of your way to marry her or something…" Ddraig noted and Momonga nodded as [Emotion Suppression] activated for the fifth time in five minutes to push his mental state to calmness. "Then again, taking fiancees in droves seems to be something you're not completely opposed to… Perhaps Issei didn't die after all?"

'Quiet, pervert dragon'

"I resent that title"

'If the shoe fits…'

"Harsh words from mr. hostage harem skeleton."

'...Ugh, point.' Momonga had to concede the verbal spar to Ddraig. "Umu, I think Rossweisse had too much to drink…"

"She had a single glass of red wine." Rias noted dryly, causing Momonga's sweating to intensify.

"Ahem. Well then." Lady Phenix coughed. "It is not unheard of to have mistresses, but… siring bastards is, ahem, was generally frowned upon. However, that sentiment changed two hundred years ago during the civil war. After all, the Underworld isdepopulated so even bastards of high-class devils are considered proper devils, whereas before that they were usually cast out as Strays… So I wouldn't be too worried about that, Momon-san."

"Ah, that's good to know." Momonga sighed. 'Well… That's good. I don't think I'd like that, if social circumstances would force my first child to be cast out and executed… Umu.'

The part of him that was Suzuki Satoru was quite enraged by the possibility, whereas 'Momonga' side of him ws patting him down while reminding him that he could just make more, whereas if he fought and died defending the right of his children to exist then that'd be for both. Suzuki then asked if the same would be the case if the subject was not a child but Ainz Ooal Gown, and 'Momonga' shut up.

He shook himself off his contemplations before Ddraig could break up the fight between his emotional and rational selfs, and focused on the white-haired girl that was snoring peacefully on his lap. 'Right… Well, this has turned into a spectacle at a breakneck speed.'

However, even if she wasn't pregnant with his child, the fact she could be was enough for him to be a bit worried- Specifically as Lady Phenix was watching him, and he was fairly certain that she'd mirror his actions to Ravel and evaluate his capability as a father that way. In other words, if Momonga handled the situation poorly or coldly, he'd turn Lady Phenix against him, which might then poison Ravel against him as well and make it harder for him to retain control over the family though the Overlord Wiseman, or rather, 'Lord Phenix'.

Ravel herself, however, seemed to be on the verge of bursting into laughter.

'Ahem… Any help from the voices in my head?' Momonga sweated a bit. 'I haven't actually been a father before…'

"Dunno, take her to a bed or something?" Ddraig advised.

'I… don't think that'd help…'

"I mean take her to sleep in a bed, dummy."

'...I need to re-evaluate my life. Or unlife.'

"You go do that. I'll just be here, cuddling this here pile o' gold."

Momonga suppressed a groan as he carried Rossweisse back to the bedroom in a princess carry, leaving his three fiancees and Lady Phenix to stare at his back.

'Haaaaah… One day! One day of peace! Please!'

Unfortunately, it looked like the universe wouldn't be that kind.

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