Chapter 7: Bodies

  As Ainz Ooal gown stood there, with his hand on his brow, he wondered how the city had gotten so bloody. After all, he had told his wife to keep the pce clean while they did their business. Was it too much to ask of her. He knew she basically got off on bloodshed, but this was a bit much.

  “Hm, this was a bit much Shalltear, but good work my dear,” he said while he patted the shorter woman’s head, earning a slight giggle from Aeskell.

  He then turned to the others. His three daughters had rather clean, and by cleanly he meant messily, culled their quarry. Of course, they had seemingly done the best they could. Yet, with the abilities that they had, it was going to be messy. At least a little bit messy.

  “Now, Tanya, Erika, and Wictoria, meet the dwarve that will be showing us the way to the nearest city,” Ainz said, “this is Gondo Firebeard. Gondo, these three girls are my children, and the vampire is Shalltear Bloodfallen, by third wife.”

  As he introduced the squat dwarve, the dwarve himself seemed put off by something. Though, Ainz could undoubtedly tell what was going on in the man’s head, the dwarve himself seemingly put it out of mind. It was rather impressive. Then again, this undead had promised the dwarve something special.

  “Hello you all, I am as his majesty introduced, Gondo Firebeard,” he said and bowed at the waist.

  As the introductions went off, Ainz looked around the area. As one could guess, he was looking for the Quagoa that was the leader, or ex-leader rather, of this group. Then he spotted the demi-human. He was tied up, sitting in an area that seemed to have just been cleaned.

  After all thew introductions had been put away, he looked back to his family and spoke. His voice telling all what was to happen next. Not that it was all too scary or plot breaking.

  “Now, let’s interrogate the captive. He, I’m assuming it is a he as sometimes I can’t tell, will tell us everything,” he said and made his way over to the captive.

  The Quagoa was seemingly panicking at the sight of the lord of death. Rightly so, of course. The undead overlord was standing above him. An arm behind his back menacingly, and an arm outstretched towards that demi-human.

  “Now, let us see what secrets you have for us, “Dominate,” he intoned onto the simple minded brute, and the eyes of the Quagoa became bnk, “what is your mission in this city?” Ainz Ooal Gown asked.

  “To kill any dwarves that escaped the sacking of their st city,” he said.

  “What sacking are you referring to?” he asked after the answer.

  “Our leader has found a secret way to get the gate of Feo Jera. Once there, we will break down the gate of orichalcum and sack the city,” he expined with a dull voice, that was somehow filled with panic and fear.

  It took a second, yet when the words finally hit the young dwarve, Gondo opened his eyes wide involuntarily. The fear and anger that was dispyed across his face spoke volumes for how angry this decration had made him.

  “Thank you, that will be all,” Ainz said as he crushed the beats skull in his hands.

  If one is wondering why he did so, one must ask why he is here. Now normally, Ainz wouldn’t care at all about the state of the dwarves’ war with an unknown and forgettable demi-human race. Yet he had made a promise to revive the art of runecraft. His words were the most valuable thing to him, so of course he would do so.

  “I can’t believe this!” Gondo shouted as he whipped around to a wall, then kicked it and stubbed his toe, “they found a way to the city, and now they are going to simply take it?! sack it and sughter everything and everyone there!?” he screamed in rage.

  It took a couple of swings for the dwarve to let his anger out on the poor and unsuspecting wall. Yet when he was done and tired, a voice reached his ears. This voice was of the woman that simply stood there and watched him do so.

  “Do you think I will let them?” Aeskell asked and Gondo turned to her, “My love has given his word, and I intend on helping him keep it. So do not go thinking that I will simply stand by and let this happen,” she said and walked over to the dwarve, “now, lets go. Let us save those runesmiths that you love.”

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  They walked to Feo Jera. It had been about an hour from when they had started walking, or running rather, to the city of Feo Jera. Their mounts weren’t tired in the slightest, of course. After all, they were rather strong magical beasts, and they wouldn’t be winded from such a trek.

  Aeskell sighed as she looked on at what she was seeing. They had come to the gate that was keeping the Quagoa out of the city. The simple fact that this gate was the st line of defense for the people of this kingdom just went to show how much of a sad state of affairs the dwarven kingdom was in.

  Gondo went up to the gate, soon knocking and telling the others on the other side that he was here. He then came back to Ainz’s and her own side. The sounds of dwarves rushing and panting could be heard as they opened the way.

  Yet, after the gate had been opened to see what was on the other side, Aeskell sighed in pity. The walls were bare of any paint, the windows that the spare few buildings on the other side had, didn’t even have grates on them. The pce was simply pitiful.

  Yet her husband was pnning to make friends with these people. It made her think of what they could do for them and accomplish with what they would gain. For the people of her own kingdom of course.

  Ainz walked forward, the undead king absolutely reeking power and majesty. They had approached this way, so as to better see what they were dealing with up close. That and Gondo had said that this way, they would be given less trouble.

  They had heard fighting, and Aeskell had seen it with her passive skill. She could see the representative of the dwarves now that the gate was out of the way. Of course, she could see him with her passive skills, yet still the thought counted.

  The dwarve behind the door to the building that they were standing in before reflected the fight. His face was slick with sweat, his breathing was bored, and his face betrayed caution. All of these features told her he was on edge.

  “I am the commander-in-chief of the dwarven army. State your business,” he said rather rudely, but quickly.

  Ainz looked on at him, head lowering to meet the man’s gaze. Then he spoke. His practice in the mirror had paid off.

  “I am Ainz Ooal Gown. Current King of the Sorcerer Kingdom of Ainz Ooal Gown!” he intoned, “I am here with blessings from one of your citizens, Gondo Firebeard, to enter your great city. I am here to discuss your current conflict with the Quagoa and other business with your current ruler or rulers,” he finished with a flourish.

  The Dwarve looked skeptical, yet when he spotted Gondo near them, he furrowed his brow and ran back inside the building. About a minute ter, he came back, and nodded his head.

  You may enter, and we welcome you and your entourage to the city of Feo Jera,” he said with the upmost seriousness, and they stepped through the threshold into the city proper.

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