The Bloody Valkyrie

Whilst it was easy to guess that these were mostly magic weapons, one couldn’t even begin to guess at their effects. A sword with a blade swaying like flames was quite obvious, but the magical effect of a whip-like sword with the appearance of a squirming centipede was simply impossible to predict.

The group observed these weapons from the side and silently walked towards the centre of the armoury. After around one hundred meters in, approximately passing several thousand weapons on the way, they arrived at their destination – a rectangular shaped room.

Possibly used to receive guests, in this otherwise empty room there were only sofas and tables. Looking to the side, you could see an entryway similar to the one which Ainz and the others had come in from.

There was only one path that could be taken in the place opposite from the entrance direction, and there was a different atmosphere. If up until now it was a museum, from here onwards it was a tomb.

The height and width was about the same, but this even dimmer room stretched endlessly inwards. Although it was difficult to discern due to the bad viewing angle, it was still possible to spot the numerous large pits dug into the wall which seemed to have something placed inside.

Hearing the alarmed voices from behind, Ainz replied:

“Before us lies the Mausoleum.”

“The Mausoleum?”

“Hmm? Albedo… you don’t know the name of the room past here?”

Though I chose the name myself…seeing as Albedo is like this, could it be that she does not know who the caretaker of the Treasure Hall is?

“Then, do you know Pandora’s Actor?”

“Yes. As part of my management responsibilities, I know his name and appearance… Pandora’s Actor is the Treasure Hall’s Area Guardian, equal in strength to Demiurge and I. Apart from managing this place, he is also in charge of preparing the gold consumed when activating Nazarick’s protection net and other responsibilities. Simply put, he is the one in charge of finance.”

“That’s roughly it, but not quite right. That fellow——”

Ainz’ speech was interrupted —— before he could finish his sentence, the three NPC characters turned their heads to look at the path, at a figure which had suddenly appeared.

It had a bizarre appearance.

Although the body was that of a humanoid, its head was similar to that of a distorted octopus. On the right side of the head, at least half was covered by crooked text tattoos, similar to those which appeared on the door earlier.

The skin colour was like a corpse – deathly white with some purple mixed in, emitting a strange sheen as if covered in a layer of mucus. Each hand had four slender, webbed fingers.

Its garments were completely black and decorated with silver accessories that matched well with the glossy leather that clung tightly to its body. It wore several loosely-fitting belts and had a black cloak which looked as if it were about to be worn was folded and being held.

Simply put, it was truly of an alien race. Six squirming tentacles extended from the side of the mouth to near the thigh. Those two pupil-less and blue-white murky eyes turned to look at the group.

Albedo let out a surprised voice:

“Tabula Smaragdina-sama!”

This was one of the 41 Supreme Beings. In terms of pure destructive power, he was a stronger magic caster than Ainz.

“No, wrong!”

Albedo immediately exclaimed.

Following her reaction, the two battlemaids sprung into action.

Shizu took out her gun, resting the rifle butt against her shoulder and pointed its muzzle towards the figure.

Yuri smashed her fists together in front of her chest; her metal gauntlets collided to release a loud bell-like sound.

Next, she slid to Albedo’s side, in front of Ainz and Shizu. Ainz was a magic caster, Shizu was a gunner. This was the best position to protect those two who were unsuited for melee battles.

“Identify yourself!? Even if you disguise yourself as a Supreme Being, I am not foolish enough to fail in recognizing my own creator!”

Faced with Albedo’s question, the person with the appearance of Tabula Smaragdina merely tilted his head in silence.

“—— is that so. Kill him.”

As her cold voice rang out, the two battlemaids hesitated briefly. Even if they didn’t know who this was, they still had reservations about attacking someone with the appearance of one of the creators.

Given the situation, the battlemaids were not wrong, Albedo was just that good in making calm and collected judgment without hesitation.

This course of action placed Ainz’ protection as the utmost priority.

Albedo clicked her tongue at the two who didn’t act, and was just about to charge forward when Ainz spoke:

“That’s enough, Pandora’s Actor. Show your true form.”

Tabula Smaragdina’s body contorted.

A moment later, in place of the fake Tabula Smaragdina there was still an alien, but a different person.