In addition to this, should a higher position be considered as being superior? But right now what power is considered to be superior, this is still unclear to him. It feels like if he went continued further down this maze, he would slowly understand these things. Or…
“Power?” Momonga opened his left hand, and the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown automatically flew into his hand. “The power to stand above all?” The seven gems embedded in the staff shined brightly, as if asking its master to use its great power.
“…Forget it, let’s think about this another time.”
Momonga let go of the staff and it fell to the floor as if it was angrily throwing a tantrum. To recap, as long as you acted like a leader it was unlikely that others would act hostile towards you. Regardless of whether it’s a human or an animal, as long as you didn’t show any weakness, the enemy wouldn’t bare his fangs and attack. With an imposing manner, Momonga loudly shouted:
“Pleiades, listen up. Other than the maid following Sebas, the rest of you will go to the 9th floor and protect it against any invasion from the 8th floor.”
“Yes, Momonga-sama.” The maids beside Sebas respectfully responded, showing their understanding of their orders. “Do so immediately.”
“Understood, my Lord!” After giving their response Sebas and the maids bowed towards Momonga, stood up at the same time and left. Once again the huge doors closed. Sebas and the maids disappears on the other side. The fact that they didn’t refuse that order was a good sign. Momonga felt as if a huge load fell off his shoulders and looked at the one person who was left with him. That person would be Albedo, who was giving him a smile while asking:
“What would you want me to do next, Momonga-sama?”
“Ah, ehmm… Got it.” Momonga rose from his throne, and holding onto his staff with one hand he said: “Come to me.”
“As you wish.” Replying with a smile, Albedo came forward. Although Momonga was still wary of the wand with the black floating ball that Albedo was carrying, he momentarily forgot that it was still there. Before he realized this, Albedo was already close enough to hug him.
What a nice smell… What the hell am I thinking?! That thought was instantly dismissed the moment Momonga thought about it, this wasn’t the time for fantasies after all. Momonga reached out to touch Albedo’s hand. “…”
“Ah?” Albedo expression flinched with pain. Momonga felt shocked and quickly pulled his hand back. What happened? It cannot be that I made her feel uncomfortable? Several unhappy memories floated into his mind, as if the heavens dropped down, but Momonga quickly found the answer.
“…Ah—” One class requirement for becoming an Undead Overlord was the Skeleton Mage, which had a skill that dealt damage or gave negative effects when the user touches another person. Could this be the reason for her reaction? Even if that was the case, there was still some doubt. In Yggdrasil, the monsters and NPCs that spawned in the Great Tomb of Nazarick were all registered under the guild Ainz Ooal Gown.
As long as they were from the same guild, even if they were to attack each other, nothing should happen. Could it be she no longer belonged to the guild? Or was it now possible to harm other guild members? The possibility of it being the latter was high. Realizing this Momonga apologized to Albedo: “I’m sorry. I forgot to lift the negative effect of this skill.” “Please do not mind me, Momonga-sama. This degree of hurt is not painful at all. Also, if it is Momonga-sama, no matter what kind of pain… Ahn!”
“Oh… Ehh… Is that so… No, I am still very sorry.”
Momonga had no idea how to react after seeing Albedo shyly covering her face with her hand after letting out a cute, and started to stutter. It really was because of the negative effects on contact. Momonga quickly looked away, and tried to find out how to stop the skill’s effects and was suddenly able to understand the method.
Using the skills of the Undead Overlord, to Momonga it was as natural and simple as breathing. Being faced with such an abnormal circumstance, Momonga couldn’t help laughing. After so many strange situations, being flustered over something like that was silly. Habits could be really terrifying.
“I’m going to touch you.”
“Ah.” After deactivating the skill, he reached out to touch Albedo’s hand. Although some words floated into his mind, ‘Ah how thin’, ‘Ah how white’ and some other ideas popped into his head, all manly desires were completely ignored since he just wanted to feel her pulse.
…It was beating. The beating of a heart. If this was a biological being, this was a given. Of course, if this was a biological being. After letting go, Momonga looked at his own wrist and saw only skinless white bones. Since there were no blood vessels, there was obviously no heartbeat. Of course, being an Undead Overlord meant he was immortal, beyond the reach of death, of course there would no heartbeat.
Moving away, Momonga looked at Albedo. Momonga sees Albedo with moist eyes emerging from his shadow. With a flushed face, probably because of the sudden rise in body temperature. Seen Albedo’s appearance, caused Momonga to be stunned.
“…How did this happen?” Wasn’t she an NPC? Just some electromagnetic information? How she was able to be like a living person, what kind of AI was capable of doing that? More importantly, the world of Yggdrasil appeared to have become the real world…
Impossible. Momonga shook his head in denial. Such a fantastical situation could never happen. But once an idea was deeply entrenched, it couldn’t be easily removed. Feeling a little uncomfortable towards Albedo’s changes, Momonga was at a loss on what to do next. Next… Would be the final step. As long as he was able to confirm this, all his premonitions would become fact. To confirm his own suspicion of this being reality or nonreality? Therefore, this was an absolutely necessary action. Even if she decided to use the weapon she holds in her hand…
“Albedo… Can, can I touch your breasts?”
“Huh?” The atmosphere instantly froze. Albedo widened her eyes in surprise. Even Momonga felt embarrassed. Although there was no way to avoid this, he also didn’t understand why he was saying this. Really, asking something like that with such a high voice was too vulgar.
No, using his authority as her superior to commit sexual harassment that was the lowest of the low. But being at the end of his wits, he had to do this. Momonga forcefully convinced himself, he mentally stabilized himself and with the dignity of a ruler he said: “It shouldn’t matter right?”
Not feeling the least bit dignified. Listening to Momonga’s trembling request, Albedo looked like she was about to burst with joy. “Of course, Momonga-sama. Please fondle them at your leisure.”
Albedo struck out her chest, her well-developed twin peaks, in front of Momonga. If he were able to swallow his saliva, he would have done so many times already. Reaching out with his hand he touched the breasts covered by the ceremonial robe. There was an abnormal amount of tension and excitement and in the corners of his mind he was calmly observing himself.
Thinking that he was extremely stupid, why would he even think of such a method and put it into action. He sneakily glanced at Albedo and realized her eyes were shining, her chest also had a “Come on!” type of appearance. Unsure whether it was because of his excitement or embarrassment, Momonga’s hands were trembling under the pressure, but he resolved himself and extended his hands. Momonga first felt the slightly stiff surface of the dress and then felt a very soft sensation underneath.