…

  It was sad. It was sad in the way that would have made any fictional or real dwarve sad. Whatever god, or ancestral spirit, they worshipped must be frowning in sadness on these dwarves.

  After all, the day had barely begun, and yet Aeskell was disappointed. They had had this pce as their political capital for years! Yet, they simply decided to not make a fortress? They had simply thought to make it as boring as possible?

  Yes, she knew that they barely had any true resources, yet this was simply saddening. The buildings were simply simple. There were no grand statues, there were no great crypts. In all honesty, it was ckluster.

  Yes, Aeskell was judging this entire culture on their architecture. Yet was that so wrong? After all, so far the people of this world didn’t seem that well evolved in divergent cultures.

  Sure, there were a decent number of demi-humans and the like that had decently developed cultures and the like. Though, they were few and far between. The underlying message of, “might makes right,” angered her and made her think of these cultures as all the same.

  The point to this tangent being, was that she was angry. Well, that was a strong word to use. She had simply hoped that this pce, this city, and this kingdom would be different. That they would use their differences and such to their advantage and surprise their enemy.

  It was for naught. It was a thought, for nothing. She hid a frown as she thought these things. The city that they had walked into was in a state of stagnation and decomposition. The only thing that set this city apart from the abandoned one, was that there were people walking and bustling in the thick of it.

  The only decently tall building was that of the regency council. Aeskell was slightly impressed with this. After all, there was very little known about the dwarves. The fact that they had no current king was new to her.

  Also, the fact that they simply stayed with this system, instead of picking a new king, was astounding. After all, it had been over a hundred years since the king had vanished, at least to her some knowledge.

  The building in and of itself was small, at least to her perspective. Yet, it was massive when compared to the other around it. They stepped inside. Sure there was enough room for the lot of them. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel cramped.

  The seats were small, perfect for her kids of course, yet they were small for her. She noticed Ainz, her husband checking with his undead that he had summoned soon before they had come across the rge gate that protected this city. why not simply summon them after? It was simple, the undead death knights would frighten the dwarves.

  Also, her husband wanted to make sure that there were no interruptions in the politics that were spoken here. All in all, it was to make sure that they were safe. Of course, Aeskell could see what was happening with her passive skills. The extra sight was quite handy in times like these.

  Yet, as she watched the enemies that had chanced upon the undead attack them, she giggled as her husband and lover bnched at what happened to them. As she watched with her sight, the undead that he had made without even using corpses, fell into the abyss of the great gap.

  He seemed to panic slightly before settling down. Ainz was sweating internally. The dwarves hadn’t noticed his panic attack. Though, his wife and lover had. Shalltear, the surprisingly-perspective-on-this-journey vampire looked at him with a tilt of her cute and round head. Aeskell simply smiled at him with a grin and a giggle.

  “The death knights died,” he whispered in slight woe, “there might be a powerful opponent in this nd. We must tread carefully.”

  He was on edge now, and it made Aeskell happy. After all, she hadn’t seen concerned Ainz in a while. She liked this paranoid side of him. This side of him made sure that he would never die on her, after all.

  “My lord, we must be careful then. After all, if there is an enemy capable of taking out two death knights, then what else are they capable of?” Aeskell said with a hint of sarcasm.

  Ainz, not noticing the sarcasm in question, nodded his head with a slight bit of confusion. The undead king himself didn’t know why she used the word lord. Yet he didn’t mind.

  Soon before the discussion could continue any further, dwarven guards hustled themselves into the waiting room, themselves nervous while in Ainz’s presence.

  “You may come into the regency council chambers now,” the lead guard spoke in a voice that betrayed his nervousness, “they are waiting.”

  Ainz nodded his head as he stood, Shalltear and the rest simply staying as he was the only one other than the lizardman that had showed them the way here. As he left the room, Aeskell heard the voices of the people within, and smiled at their obvious nerves.

  The simple fact that the regency council allowed a meeting in the first pce showed that they didn’t need to go to war over whatever craftsmen that Ainz wanted. Of course, Aeskell would support any hobbies that her husband would pursue. Yet, she still felt like she was merely following along this time.

  “What do we do now?” asked Aura, “it’ll probably take a few hours of discussion for them to do anything,” she compined.

  “We could always py uno?” Wictoria suggested as she had really gotten into the game after her mother showed her how to py.

  “Sure, Shalltear said while pulling a deck of cards from her inventory, “let’s py.”

  …

  As Ainz walked out of the idiot infested room that was the regency council chambers, he found his two daughters staring at each other over a game of uno. Tanya stared down at Wictoria as she simply smiled at the other girl.

  “I’m not even going to try and figure out what is going on here. Just, don’t start yelling,” Ainz said as he then looked to a saddened Shalltear and slightly smiling Aeskell, “Shalltear, Aeskell, we got the go ahead to have all the runesmiths move to our kingdom.”

  Aeskell looked to him and nodded her head. Shalltear, meanwhile simply looked on at her lover with a slightly tense look on her face. It was like she wanted to say something, that she couldn’t say.

  “Shalltear, what is it?” he asked.

  “My lord, I don’t mean to be rude, but can we go dragon killing now?” she asked pensively.

  Ainz sighed and let out a metaphorical smile. He nodded his head and spoke. His voice carrying a happy tinge.

  “Yes, you Aura, and the three girls can. Aeskell and I will be pying politics, though, you will have to wait for Gondo as he actually knows the way to where the old capital city is that the dragons moved to,” he expined, and she nodded her head.

  All this time when he was expining such things, Gondo was looking at this whole discussion. A small smile graced his face. This was going to be a rather adventurous week, was it not?

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