Sharutia’s desperate counterattack. At that moment, Aura reveals an even more wicked smile.
Sharutia took a step back as if she was frightened. By reflex, Sharutia covers her chest, it was
pathetic.
"...... I'm only 76 years old so there’s stil time. Unlike you, an Undead who has no future. Oh so pitiful - You will never reach puberty."
Sharutia could not help but groan and take a step back. A speechless expression emerged on
her face. Seeing the other's face, Aura reveals a frightening smile:
"Actually, I am very satisfied with my chest right now! -Poof" .
Momonga believes to hear the sound coming from Sharutia’s body when her sanity final y snaps.
"Smelly little devil! - Now it is too late for regrets-!"
Black mist spil s away from Sharutia’s gloved hand. Aura picks up her whip and is ready to
engage. Meanwhile, Mare looks somewhat panicked.
The current scene feels familiar but Momonga hesitates, wondering whether or not he should
stop these two.
The creator of Sharutia, Pelucino-san and the creator of Aura and Mare, Whitebrim-san, were
two siblings who were sometimes just as noisy as these two are right now. With two noisy
people in the background, Momonga recalls the memories of his past companions.
"So noisy."
While Momonga was immersed in his old memories, an inhuman creature spoke up in a human
like tone, totally unbefitting to his appearance. To this unnatural sound, the two stopped their
quarreling. Looking for the source of the sound, having never noticed its arrival, they discover a
cold, weirdly shaped figure.
With an enormous size of 2.5m and looking like an insect walking on two feet, if the devil would
be the fusion of a mantis and an ant, it would look like this. With a long tail twice as long as his height, his body covered with sharp spikes like icicles and a strong jaw that can easily snaps
people's hands.
Both hands holding a silver Halberd, while the remaining two hands holding a mace emitting
black light and a crooked shape sheath which seems to be for a broadsword.
With a breathtaking cold air, the pale blue, hardened bone armor oozes out diamond dust like
bright light. His shoulders and back look like an uplifted iceberg.
He is the Guardian of Nazarick’s fifth floor, "Ice Ruler" Cocytus.
His hands with the Halberd knocks on the ground and it slowly freezes around it.
"Your little game has gone too far ......"
"This girl is deliberately provoking ......"
"I am not -"
"Woo ahhh ......"
Sharutia and Aura stare at each other with sharp eyes and on the other side Mare is panicking.
Momonga finally comes to his senses and deliberately uses a low voice to warn the two:
"...... Sharutia, Aura. Stop your quarrel immediately."
They surprisingly shivered, but bowed their heads:
"I'm sorry!"
Momonga leisurely nods while accepting their apologies and turns to open his mouth:
"You came, Cocytus."
"Receiving orders from Momonga-sama, of course I would come at once."
White mist drifts out from Cocytus mouth, followed by *paji* *paji* sounds of the moisture in the
air freezing. It was cold enough to match the flame of the Primal Fire Elemental. Just being
around temperatures this low would have various detrimental effects, the body can catch
frostbites from it. But Momonga doesn’t feel anything. It should be mentioned that everyone
present has fire, ice and acid resistance as a way to deal with these attacks.
"Lately there has been no intruders, it is very relaxing, right?"
"Indeed -"
His jaw issued a *Kakaka* sound similar to a wasp’s intimidation, but Momonga think that
Cocytus is laughing right now.
“--That being said, there is something I need to do, therefore I cannot relax yet.”
“Oh? There is something you need to do? Would you tell me what it is?”
"Yes, training. It comes in handy any time, anywhere."
Although his appearance doesn’t show it, Cocytus belongs to the warrior class. Both his
personality and settings are designed accordingly. If the guardians were ranked by their use of
weapons and attack capability, it can be said that he would be second to none.
"You’ve done all this for me right? You've worked hard."
"It was worth working so hard, just to hear these words. Oh, Demiurge and Albedo arrived."
Following Cocytus sight towards the arena entrance, one can see two shadows approaching.
Walking in front was Albedo, followed by someone looking like an attendant. Arriving at a certain
distance, Albedo smiles and bows deeply towards Momonga.
The man also bows elegantly:
"I made everyone wait, I am very sorry."
About one meter eighty tall, with a dark skin suggesting regular exposure to the sun, a partial
Asian looking face and nicely combed black hair. Behind the round glasses, his eyes were so
squinted they weren’t visible. It feel as if his eyes weren’t opened at all. Wearing a British suit, of course with a tie, he looks like a capable business man or professional lawyer. But even if he is
dressed like a gentleman, one can still feel the sinister side he is hiding beneath it. Behind his
back is a silver tail, covered with metal plates and six long spikes at the end. Shallow black
flames are constantly flickering around. This man is the "Infernal Prison Creator” Demiurge, the guardian of Nazarick’s seventh floor. This demon’s role setting was “Commander of the NPC
defences”.
"It seems like everyone is here."
"- Momonga-sama, it seems that there are two who have not arrived yet."
A penetrating and fascinatingly deep voice came out.
Demiurge’s words have a permanent special skill. This skill is called [Domination Mantra] and it
instantly turns people with vulnerable hearts into his puppets. But this special ability has no
effect on the people present. To have an effect, the other party must have a Level of 40 or less,
so for the people present it makes his voice sound quite comfortable at most.
"No need. These two guardian’s priority is only to work under certain circumstances. So far the situation does not require them to come."
"I see."
"...... Looks like my ally has not arrived yet."
Hearing these words Sharutia and Aura instantly freeze and even Albedo’s expression seems a
bit stiff.
"...... Well, this guy is not only guarding me ...... But also guards a part of my floor."
"Yes, true.."
Sharutia exposes a stiff smile and Aura is doing the same, while Albedo is constantly nodding in
favour.
"......The Lord of Terror. Yes, better to inform the area Guardians as well. Ask Akaira and
Gelante to inform the area Guardians. Tasks are now given to each floor’s Guardian."
In The Great Tomb of Nazarick, the Guardians are divided into two types.
The ones in front of Momonga are responsible for one or several of the floors, the floor
Guardians. The other ones are responsible for guarding the fields, special areas on each floor.
In simple terms, the area Guardians are managed by the floor Guardians and are responsible
for guarding a particular area. There are a lot of them, so they are not very important. Basically,
by mentioning the Guardians inside Nazarick, one usually refers to the floor Guardians.
Al the floor Guardians listen to Momonga’s command and after seeing everyone assembled,