THIS IS NOT FUCKING CANON

"My name is Nphirea Baleare and I work as a pharmacist in the city, though you might have already have known that before hand."

Ainz and the Swords of Darkness nodded at the boy's words. Seeing this, Nphirea continued.

"I plan to go to the forest near Carne Village to gather some herbs. I would like you to guard me on the journey. My goal is to collect the herbs and it would also be great if you assisted me in that as well.

"The reward will be the usual amount of... "

Nphirea was cut off by Ainz.

"Mr. Peter."

"Yes, Sir Momon?"

"Would you be open to me hiring you and your Swords of Darkness?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"To explain: For a bodyguard request, a ranger like Mr. Lukrut is necessary and if we were in a forest then as a druid; Mr. Dyne would be a useful addition."

"Yes. You are correct in your plan, Sir Momon."

Dyne remarked, nodding his head at Ainz.

"I don't mind at all."

Lukrut said, raising his hand.

"Well then we'd be grateful for the request."

"I am fine with that as well"

Peter and Nphirea both said.

"Good. Then might I ask, Mr. Baleare."

"Yes?"

"Why did you request of me? How did you find me? Might I add that I just came to this town yesterday, I had just registered a few hours ago. I have no one I may call a friend here, no less acquaintances.

And so I must ask: Why? Why choose me?"

"Ah. Actually, I had heard about you and what happened at the inn from a customer that said you defeated adventurers higher in the ranks. She even said that you defeated them without using your swords.

As well, the person who I normally request for this had recently left town and so I thought it was a perfect chance to get someone new.

Not adding to the cheaper costs of requesting a copper plate."

Nphirea stopped talking when out of the blue, Kee-Ten, or his codename: Art; giggled at the last remark of hiring a copper plate. Everyone's eyes had turned to him, in turn, he raised his hand and waved it.

"Forgive me. It is humorous to me that you would get an experienced fighter for such a low price. It's as if God himself gave you an immediate alternative after your former left town."

At that everyone had a small laugh, though when it died down, Nphirea stated.

"Any more questions?"

"No. We can leave anytime."

Peter replied.

"Then, let us go immediately."

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| Wraith Construct [Designation]: X219 |

The E-Rantel Communal Cemetary. A dark place of dark sorceries filled with the touch of the necro.

This place is littered with the many undeath and their kin with the greatest of undeath being undeath subjects labeled as: 'Dragons.'

Yet living organisms unfortunately live here, the location and its symbol as a place of death makes it a great area to create a Dolmen Gate to transport a contingent of forces. No outside forces would arrive here out of fear of the undeath.

The building at the center of it all is a sort of mausoleum housing the area where the living of this dark place reside. It is here where an underground cave is located, a sort of platform is here, how it is here is unknown to me.

One of the reoccurring humans, a blonde woman, maybe in her late 20's early 30's. Shouting out loud, she called out for another reoccurring human. A bald old man who's head shape is proportionately irregular.

Notice: This group of humans are a group of cultists who worship a false-idol called Zuranon.

[Information] Zuranon is an Idol of Death with his followers being artists of the craft of necromancy, hence why of the feeling of undeath in the cemetery.

{Enhance}

Human Female has brought out an item, the old man is quite surprised at it. Audio gives information that the item is called the 'Crown of Wisdom,' a great treasure of the Slane Theocracy.

If this is true than the human female is a great assassin and thief. A great addition into the ranks of the Tomb, though perhaps neural tampering is needed to dissuade the female's 'taste,' in masochism and even sadism.

New information gives that the female stole the item from a young human female: human female went insane or mad at said action. The old man then states that the female was once a member of one of the Theocracy's own scriptures.

Audio gives that the 'Crown of Wisdom,' is a sacred item that seals away the self of the wearer: meaning may vary. The crown makes it so that a human may be allowed to conjure higher levels/tiers of magic.

Powerful as it may be, the crown has a side effect being that the wearer must be akin to that of a 'Shaman Princess,' as to what the title means, more research must be attained to do so. Without a user, the crown is made inert and useless.

Further speech gives information that the woman plans to kidnap a 'Talent Holder,' who is capable of using any magic item.

{Immediate Response? Weapons Status: 100% | Energy Storage: 100%}

No. Immediate action cannot be called yet this plan is too dangerous to overlook. Subject: Nphirea Baleare | is too important of a subject.

{Immediate action?}

Solution: Our Eyes shall follow. The dead cannot hide from the Stars themselves.

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The company of adventurers and the young man traveled along the dirt road for awhile. The wagon in which Nphirea and his items in, were encircled by the adventurers.

"Mr. Peter."

Nphirea called out with Peter walking slower to meet the wagon.

"Yes?"

"Why don't we take a break around that area?"

The area being close to a river and a smooth surface where the group may settle.

"Yes. I'll just inform Sir Momon."

Now walking slower once more to meet Ainz.

"Sir Momon."

Having overheard the conversation, Ainz nodded and said:

"I understand."

The group now settled beside the river as Nphirea brought the steed close to the river. Peter, wanting to alert Ainz, turned to him.

"Sir Momon. It will get dangerous from here on out."

"I understand. We'll be alert."

A moment of silence came over the area until Ninya asked a question.

"Isn't this area apart of the Wise King's territory?"

Having no knowledge on the Wise King, Ainz turned his head and asked.

"The Wise King?"

Keeping the reins of the steed steady, Nphirea answered.

"The Wise King is said to be a mighty creature that has lived for hundreds of years. Its appearance being that of a four-legged beast with its fur being as strong as silver and adding to its venomous tail.

It is wise and uses magic as well."

"It would be interesting to meet such a creature."

"It would, my friend. It would."

It would be an hour later when the group would restart their journey. Ninya having taught Ainz about the advancements of magic of the world such as Creation Magic and more.

"Hey? Sir Art."

"Yes, Lukrut?"

"I have a question."

"And I have an answer to that question."

"Are you two brothers?"

"Hah. No, we are not."

"Eh? Really, I thought you guys were brothers since both of you are so composed all the time."

"No. Not really, I mean after near ten thousand years of standing around a-

Sorry. A slip of a tongue, what I meant to say was-"

"Wait a second. Ten thousand years? Sir Art, what do you mean by that?"

"Uhm. What I actually meant to say was ten thousand hours of standing around. I mean it feels like ten thousand years if you did it yourself."

"Ah! You had to stand for ten thousand hours straight?"

"Yeah, tough times, but enough of that. You have anymore mundane questions?"

"Yeah."

Lukrut then went closer to Kee-Ten and asked.

"Does he have a wife or someone special?"

"Well, depends."

"What do you mean?"

"Well there are two of them."

At this point, near everyone had an ear to Kee-Ten, Ainz was nearing him yet it looked as if Kee-Ten was moving further and further away.

"Eh?!"

Lukrut had said with near everyone having a fixed ear on them.

"Yeah, two. Well for one he has Albedo and Shalltear to choose bu-"

Kee-Ten then got pulled away, Ainz successfully getting the Golden Warrior.

"What are you saying? Did you forget? Be discreet, you just loudly said Albedo's and Shalltear's names."

"Oh... Fuck. This was not meant to be canon"

The whole convoy had stopped. All eyes were both on Ainz and Kee-Ten. Recomposing themselves, Ainz looked at Lukrut and stated.

"Mr. Lukrut. Please stop asking questions on my or Art's personal lives."

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to do anything wrong."

Peter stepped forward and bowed his head.

"Forgive him, Sir Momon. I apologize on behalf of my friend and my group. It's very rude and inappropriate to ask of someone's past."

"There isn't a problem, as long as he doesn't continue asking questions."

Putting his arm around Lukrut, Peter whispered something into his ear until Lukrut pushed him off which garnered an angry expression on Peter's face but was stopped when Lukrut raised his hand to his mouth.

"They've done their first move."

At that, all heads were now facing the front as everyone became alert and cautious.

"Where are they?"

Peter asked.

"Over there."

Over the plains, a host of ogres and goblins marched forth.

"It looks like we can't avoid this."

Lukrut remarked

"Mr. Nphirea. Please stay hidden in the wagon."

Peter stated.

"Yes, please do whatever you must."

Peter now turned to face Ainz.

"Sir Momon, how should we split our forces?"

"Could you all protect the wagon and Mr. Baleare? I want to show you all the strength of Art and I."

"Will do. Though we'll give you as much support as we can."

"Thank you."

As the group formulated a plan, Art went into the fray.

The speed of the Custodian had forced the Cloak of Illusions to come off him, in turn, all could see the majesty of the artifice of the Auramite armor of the Captain-General.

Using his Misericordia blade, Kee-Ten slashed through the goblins with his thrusts instantly killing the ogres. Jumping high up in the air, Kee-Ten then took out his master-crafter archeo-tech weaponry.

The Wrath of Man.

[A Guardian Spear refitted for its blade to be a Blackstone while its pole is made Necrodermis. Having a built-in heavy bolter, the Wrath of Man is a worthy artifice weapon for any Custodian bestowed the title of 'Captain-General']

While in the air, Kee-Ten fired the heavy bolter in his weapon and reduced the ogres to a red paste as the grass around them darkened to a dark green.

Falling in a split second, Kee-Ten stood amidst the carnage as the last remnants of the 'horde,' were now nothing but gore. Any goblin or ogre left were finished in an instant by the Wrath's bolts.

Now walking to the group, Kee-Ten took hold of his cloak that fell off. Walking to the group, the adventurers were silent as Nphirea stayed still on the wagon, the only one capable of making sound was Ainz.

"That was not according to plan, Art."

"And yet it did the job."

Then from behind all of them, Ninya remarked.

"A-Amazing."

"Please. That was sloppy, if I were still in my prime, those hostiles would have been decimated in a second."

Kee-Ten said.

With their amazement now dying down, Lukrut was the third one to say anything.

"Wh-Where did you get your weapon, Sir Art?"

"Oh this?"

Kee-Ten said as he held up the Wrath.

"This was a gift from someone."

"Whoever gave you that weapon is someone beyond anything."

Dyne stated.

"It truly makes me realize just how strong some people are. Not adding to the fact that you're strong and fast but you're also a magic caster, Sir Art."

Peter said.

"Forgive me but magic? I am powerful. Yes, but I am in no way a caster."

"Then how did you make the ogres and goblins explode?"

Ninya asked.

"Ah! Now I understand. I'll say this, my weapon was made through the experience of a very great craftsman but it was made to be enchanted with powerful magics."

At that point everyone was silent once again.

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Underneath all of the floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick there lay the mysterious floor made by the far more enigmatic Szrazyn.

The Museum of the Ancients.

It is here where Szrazyn was found speaking with the Idol-Emperor of the humans' Imperium. Though what made this Emperor special was how he had a Text-To-Speech Device linked to him to allow communication between his undead-state and those living.

"Do you really think sending Kee-Ten out was a smart idea?"

"It was not mine, Revelation. It was an order from the Master."

"I see. Now where is my adorable Centurion?"