However, nobody could vocalize these feelings. Since their liege lord had clearly accepted these terms, there was no room for them as loyal servants to say anything else. Unless―
“I pray you to wait.”
Yuri’s clear, quiet voice cut through the air before Jircniv could move.
“Since the delay originated from our side, we would be poor hosts and in defiance of Ainz-sama’s commands if we did not extend every courtesy to you in compensation.”
Jircniv was somewhat surprised.
Jircniv made his reply with exaggerated politeness, though his tone was tinged with tenderness.
“Ohhh! Then, we must be grateful to Gown-dono. Well then… what sort of reception can we look forward to, and where can we expect to find it?”
“That being the case, permit us to begin our preparations. To begin with, the weather does not look very welcoming. Let us change that.”
“What do you… ? Uooooh!”
Jircniv was not the only one gasping in surprise. The magic casters, royal guards, Baziwood, Leinas, even Fluder, all of them could not help but exclaim in wonder.
The dark clouds above them began to move slowly.
Within moments, they had vanished without a trace, as though some invisible giant had scattered them with his hands. The hippogriff cavalry in the air were thrown into confusion, which was something those on the ground could empathize with.
“Why is it that… it feels… warmer…?”
“You too? You mean it’s really happening?”
As Jircniv heard the quiet exchanges between his guards, he shucked off his cloak and dispelled the magic which maintained the temperature of his body. Just then―
“Yo-Your Majesty!”
Roune exclaimed at Jircniv’s sudden disrobing, but the Emperor did not answer his subordinate.
“Hu… huha… huhahaha. What is this… what on earth is this? Gramps! What’s going on?!”
Jircniv abandoned his calm and looked to Fluder with a twisted expression on his face.
The refreshing, clear air which surrounded him now should only have been found in spring. The chill grasp of winter was nowhere to be found. Jircniv had never heard of magic like this during Fluder’s lessons. In that case, what kind of spell was this, anyway?
“This should not be the work of arcane magic… I seem to recall a druidic divine spell that could control the weather…”
Fluder seemed unable to control the broad smile on his face as he spoke.
“Weather control should be a 6th tier spell. However, judging by Your Majesty’s reaction, this may not be a simple manipulation of the weather. It must be a higher tier spell… how incredible…”
“And this spell is the work of that dark elf ― of that emissary, then?”
Jircniv could force himself to accept that this spell was the work of that magic caster who could cause the earth to swallow his men up in its cracks. No, in truth, he hoped that was the case. He did not want to believe that there was another magic caster out there who was stronger than her. That would be a nightmare.
“Indeed, that might be the case… but I cannot be sure.”
Fluder seemed to find all this terribly amusing, which lit the embers of agitation in Jircniv’s heart.
Although his mentor was an excellent teacher who was worthy of respect, he became nearly useless once magic was involved. It was extremely irritating when he got like that.
“I believe that should have refreshed you somewhat. Then, let us begin the next phase.”
The maid ignored Jircniv’s rising panic and tossed out another bombshell at him.