…

  Tanya, despite being a proud ten-year-old, was sitting in her father’s p while riding. Her father had said that she was ready to kill, for some odd reason. Yes, she was getting good at magic. Yet, she didn’t understand why he and her mother thought that she was ready to kill.

  Of course, she had no qualms with it. She actually wanted to, as depraved as that sounded. She wanted to test out the new spells she had learned. Normally, it would take a year or two to learn a new spell for the average person.

  Yet she had learned just about fifty of them. How she was able to learn that many in such a short amount of time? She apparently had a talent. Such a thing was utter nonsense in her st life. Yet here she was blessed with the talent of having a instinctual knowledge of magic.

  Of course, she doubted this somewhat, the talent, for ck of a better term, was overpowered. It boosted her damage, casting time, and ability to learn spells if taught by a retive. It further boosted the learning time if taught by a heteromorph. Her father was both.

  This, coupled with her father’s actually good ability to teach effectively, made her learning of magic better and easier. She looked up, at her father’s pointed chin and thought about what it was like, to be so powerful.

  The sun was slowly dipping further into the sky, and Tanya further thought about the magic of this world, and what this level grinding would do for her. Would it boost her magic in strange ways? Would it cause her body to grow and mature into something else?

  Her parents seemed to think so. Because apparently there were two types of csses, like a video game. These csses had two types of levels. Racial levels, and job levels they were called. Right now, she had a couple of levels in most of her racial csses. The only one that hadn’t leveled with her as she aged was her st racial css, “Demon of the Fetid Fme.”

  As she thought of such things, her father looked down from where he was looking, and saw her with closed eyes, deep in thought. He spoke then, asking her something.

  “Are you thinking about the adventure?” he asked with slight humor.

  She opened one eye and gnced at him. She smiled at him, she had come to actually think of him as a somewhat father figure. Of course, she considered herself a mentally mature adult, so he wasn’t really like a father figure. Yet she still thought of him as a good mentor.

  “Yes father. I am also wondering about how my racial levels will change me. I don’t know what will happen with my magic, nor my body and it scares me slightly,” she said truthfully, “after all, it might turn out to be some sort of magic puberty.”

  The reason why she was being truthful here, was that she had no reason to lie. After all, this wasn’t some sort of test, this wasn’t some sort of job interview with a CEO. It was simply a chance to grow more powerful. If that growth was unknown in anyway, then she felt that she had a right to say such.

  “Hm, I do not think that that will happen, at least not with only one level grinding session. I think if we went for more sessions, then maybe, but not right now,” he said with confidence, and the two of them heard Aeskell agree from behind them.

  …

  The sun was setting now, and Shalltear couldn’t be happier. She had been riding along with the squirt that was Aura, and the day had been filled with constant sibling-like arguing. After all, the two of them had been programmed to do so, and they weren’t about to disappoint their creators.

  Now, she stood next to her beloved and her two of her three favorite supreme beings. Lady Aeskell and Lord Ainz stood there, talking about something that tinged the cheeks of Aeskell pink and caused her legs to wiggle a little.

  While she had stopped feeling inadequate a while ago, she did feel as though there was a disconnect in bed. After all, she had barely any chest that her beloved seemed to adore, she had no hips, and the only thing going for her was her skill with her tongue. Though, Albedo seemed to begrudgingly love it.

  Shalltear felt her cheeks heat up a little, and she shifted her thoughts to something else. The pce they were to stay that night. They had stopped while at the mountains, and her lord had deemed fit to make a fortress for them to sleep in.

  As they walked into the rge building made of strange magic stone, her beloved spoke.

  “Just simply take which room suites your fancy, this is not a permanent instaltion,” he said as he used fly to move up the tall tower, and grab one of the top floor rooms for her and Aeskell.

  Shalltear nodded her head and moved to follow, yet she noticed that the pipsqueak was looking at them funny. She stopped, and turned to Aura with her hands on her hips.

  “What is it, Aura?” she asked.

  “Nothing, I just thought that this would have been impossible for you to do a decade ago,” Aura said as she turned to the room she had chosen.

  Shalltear simply shook her head in exasperation, and made to move up to the room where her beloved went, and flew there. Though, Aura’s words rang a little bit in her mind before she shook her head. Life had truly changed the guardian of the first three floors.

  …

  Erika covered her ears as she heard the moans of her mother and father going at it. Why did she think that the spell that could hear through muting spells was going to be a good spell to learn? Why did she pick the room right next to her parents’ room?

  The only upside was that she got to see the red face of her sister who she had convinced to learn and taught the spell to her. Why not just ask her father to teach her? That was simple, he was way too into it, teaching that is. This was easier. Or so she had thought at the time, now not so much.

  Then she heard Shalltear’s screams of passion enter the mix, and she pressed harder on her ears. Tonight was going to be a long one, wasn’t it?

  …

  The traveling party moved through the terrain, carefully navigating rocks that would have impeded their travel easily. The skills of a ranger and the memory of a lizardman were nothing to scoff at.

  Though soon, they stopped at a select pce, as the directions described, and found the entrance to the city unguarded. The rocky hole was all that, just a hole in the rock. There was no embellishments, nor special features.

  The magically talented daughter of Ainz Ooal Gown could understand from a tactical point of view, but she also couldn’t help but be worried about the ck of really anything in this pce.

  The sun was shining directly overhead, and they could see everything in the area. There was no one hiding in pin sight, other than the many Hanzo that protected her father.

  “I worry about this, the entrance is supposed to be guarded, right?” her father asked the lizardman, and he nodded his head.

  “That’s right my lord,” he said, “the entrance usually has two guards, but there isn’t anything here,” he said nervously.

  Aeskell nodded her head. Then she looked at the entrance and squinted her eyes in slight annoyance. Turning back to Ainz, she spoke. Her tone speaking of slight annoyance, yet intrigue on what was happening.

  “There appears to be no dwarves in the city at all other than one rather weak man,” she said with a slight frown, “though there are some decently leveled demi-humans that the Atomic Fme call, “Quagoa,” she expined.

  Her father heard this, and sighed from the back of his mount. He motioned for the group of Hanzos to come out of his shadow. They appeared and he spoke to them.

  “Make sure that demi-humans in that dwarven city can’t escape and keep your eyes open for anything strange or dangerous,” he told them, and they nodded, “now, lets go and see what’s all this then.”

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