Sylvan sighed as he walked up to the girl and placed both of his hands on her shoulders. The girl twitched in fear as she thought she was about to be lectured by him and still was a little afraid of him.
"Vi, I know that you must have it tough living in this tiny home away from your friends and family. To top it all you have to live with a guy like me. So I don't mind you doing whatever takes your mind of things. I just want to be certain that I don't make you suffer an unreasonable fate."
"Ah, no of course not, Sylvan-sama! It's a great honor to be chosen as the wife of someone like you and as long as I can keep myself busy with something I won't complain. I know I'll have plenty to do once I…"
At this moment Vi became quiet as talking about such a subject was still embarrassing to her. She knew full well that she was just a baby making tool in this relationship, but to discuss that issue was a taboo after all. The matter of the child being taken away if it turned out to actually be a God-Kin was also not a point of debate.
Seeing his wife's expression, Sylvan could easily read her mind and cracked a slight smile.
"Don't worry about it. In most cases a God-Kin doesn't awaken until they are older than six or seven, and as long as you're with me no one will do you harm even if you can't give birth to an Awakened."
Vi reacted and finally lifted her head up to look at the face of the man comforting her. Although she should normally not have been able to marry him she was graced to be protected by such a powerful, well-funded and kind man.
"Ah about that Sylvan… sama, the priest came by today and examined me. It seems that today is a good chance…"
At these words her face became as red as a tomato as she blushed from ear to ear. It was really difficult to talk about these things with a person that was a complete stranger to her not long ago.
Sylvan showed a rare surprised expression as it took him a moment to understand what she meant. This quickly turned into a smile as he compassionately leaned in and whispered into her ear.
"Let's first have dinner shall we, you are an amazing cook after all."
Hearing her husband say these words she lit up and smiled brightly as she jumped from the hold of his arms and returned to the kitchen counter to finish the dish.
"Then give me five minutes to prepare, Sylvan… uhm dear."
As he looked at the girl that was passionately cooking him supper, Sylvan could not help but smile as he thought of spending his days lazily with this girl without caring about sorcerers or wars. This quickly faded as he remembered everything that he had heard today.
Even if the gods will not protect us anymore, as long as I still draw breath I will protect this nation and this girl…
Part 3
In the blink of an eye the deadline of the duel between Ainz and the Theocracy came and went by.
The refusal to go out and fight Ainz with the strongest few and instead risk the lives of thousands was met with fierce outrage by the general populace. The notion that an Undead could not be trusted to hold true to his word fell on deaf ears as people would rarely think logically when their life was at stake.
During these months the Slane Theocracy had been recalling most of their battle capable divine type magic casters and was preparing multiple large scale rituals to ward off the evil that was coming their way.
Even so, no one felt at ease. These superficial actions would do little to stop a being that could crush the lives, hopes, dreams, and spirits of an entire army with a single spell and still have time to personally duel the army's strongest warrior to the death.
Out of precaution five of the Six Archbishops had left the capital and fled to other cities in the nearby region, the only one left was Archon who was charged with managing the Black Scripture and the city overall.
By now everyone that could leave the capital had done so and the only ones still there were those who had to stay as part of their job or responsibility or those that had nowhere else to go.
Even so, the number of people in Astousa was still over fifty thousand.
On a summer day much like any other - the exact same day that the deadline was over - the city was just beginning to awaken as the Morning Prayer was over. The citizens were doing their jobs. Bakers were baking, the farmers were tending to their crops, and the priests were preaching their beliefs to common folk. Who would have thought, that it would be on this very day that the fate of every single one of these citizens would change forever.
Out of nowhere dark clouds started to form in the sky above the capital. Sinister winds blew through the town causing fear in the hearts of all who felt it. These clouds and this weather was not announced by the priests. It carried a hint of something unnatural, something evil.
Reacting swiftly and decisively, the Guards immediately rang the alarm. Throughout the capital bells could be heard, bells that had never been heard before; for the first time in the history of the Slane Theocracy the capital was under attack.
All the guards on the city walls began searching frantically. As soon as they saw these clouds they knew all too well what it meant; Ainz Ooal Gown had come.
Finally they saw it, on the main road a dark space had formed. A hole through reality had been torn and from it emerged a being that could only be described as death incarnate, a skeleton wearing a cowl and robe that seemed to emit a dark aura. Their enemy has appeared.
Ainz did not say a word as he gestured with his hand and from the dark space behind him appeared twenty strange entities appeared. They looked like dark clouds that had faces, with some in agony while others were laughing menacingly.
"Are those… Wailing Wraiths?!"
The captain of the west wall screamed at the sight of those creatures. As the captain of one of the four outer walls of the capital it was required that he had encyclopedic knowledge of all monsters known to mankind so that he may act appropriately in chase a large horde of monsters tried to attack the capital. But even so, this situation was unfathomable for him to deal with.
Wailing Wraiths were considered a higher form of Wraiths that appeared very rarely when a group of Wraiths were in the same place. Powerful Undead spawned in a place where a lot of weaker Undead got together. The same was true for spectral-type monsters.
Wraiths were already a large enough hassle to deal with and would require Mythril-class adventurers with a mage and priest on their team to take care of them. Wailing Wraiths would require at least an Orichalcum-class party to be their opponent if the adventurers wanted to stand any chance. And this monster had just summoned twenty of these legendary Undead.
Wraiths started floating as soon as they received the command. They flew ever higher into the sky and began making their way towards the capital.
Seeing the strange creatures approach, the guards on the city walls desperately tried to shoot them down with arrows but found that they were out of their reach and could only watch helplessly as they entered the capital.
Once they were flying over the capital the Wailing Wraiths split up and started flying in different directions.
Once flying above the houses of the citizens they began delivering the same message repeatedly.
"You foolish humans that have refused the mercy of the Supreme One will be judged! Three hours from now you will face the divine retribution which you deserve! Convert your faith to the god before your eyes and you may yet be spared! Try to flee this city and you shall be devoured instead!"
These words were repeated dozens of times as the specters continued to move through the skies above the city.
Soldiers and magic casters tried to shoot them down but found that they were still out of reach. And it would require some time for the griffin corps to be prepared to intercept them.