Book 3: Mythos

  Chapter One: E-Rantel

  Ainz looked on, fbbergasted. He didn’t know how to react in all honesty. Aeskell had told Enri to use the horn if she was feeling nervous and wanted more manpower, something he would do. Then, she used it.

  All Hell broke loose. An army of five thousand goblins, each of differing types. She even managed to summon a goblin strategist. That would be useful if she ever needed a smart subordinate.

  He himself was in a tent, guarded by a group of five death knights. The tent itself was located in the base that the empire had made before they fought for the city of E-Rantel.

  “Um… My lord… isn’t that the horn that you gave her when you first saved those humans?” Mare asked, as he was here as well.

  Ainz leaned back in his seat and tried to look cool for the person sitting in his p. He put a hand on his chin. This pose he had practiced after he had sex with Aeskell the two nights before.

  “Yes,” he said simply, ignoring the locked in gaze of his child on his p.

  Yes, Erika was on his p. The little girl had wanted to see what he was gong to do, ands he saw no foul in letting her witness the killing of several thousand men. After all, he didn’t have the most common sense when it came to parenting. As all dads had.

  “Father, did you really pn this? Or did you just forget that it did that?” Erika asked, rather confused at the apparent pose he had adopted.

  The father of the child in his p simply looked down at her with his red dots for eyes. They apparently held a great amount of power, his gaze did. though, form what Erika had figured out from simply watching the man, he was simply trying to look cool for his kids.

  That wasn’t bad at all. She wanted a decent father that cared for the opinions of his daughters. What peeved her was the fact that she was still a girl; but that couldn’t be helped.

  “Oh, wow Lord Ainz! You truly are incredible!” Mare cheered in happiness, “to think that you had pnned for this that far ahead. You truly are the leader of the supreme beings!”

  Erika looked at the crossdresser, something uncommon in his version of earth. Then again, he had seen plenty of women in the military wear men’s uniforms, such as Tanyas herself.

  She was always acting strange about that. The idea of a dress was completely at odds with herself. It was almost like she had a distain for them, then again, that was probably the best word for her opinion on them, distain.

  Erika looked back in the mirror, trying to figure out how it worked. In this life, she was an innately magical being. She simply wished to se what all the hubbub was all about. Her father apparently noticed this, as he leaned in and picked her up to get a closer look at the mirror.

  “How does the magic work?” she asked her father while turning back to him, “how does the mirror and the horn work?” she asked, and he plopped her down in his p once more.

  “Well, you see little Erika, the mirror itself simply creates a portal of light in the location that the user wishes to view. Since only light passes through, one does not need to know the location in order for it to work,” he expined the mirror itself, at least the item description, “also, the horn’s magic is programmed to activate when a person blows on the horn itself. To summon goblins, you don’t need a horn, but whoever thought of the idea obviously wished to make it look nice. At least, I think?” he finished with a question.

  She looked at him with a slightly bothered expression, yet turned back to the fight at hand. The enemy was trying to advance, but the fact that the defenses of the bastion weren’t like anything they could prepare for and the fact that there was now an enemy army that was right next to them on ground level, they had a hard time attacking the foe they had decided was a good idea to face, let alone defend from it.

  That was a long way, to say, that the forces of Prince Barbro were screwed. There wasn’t anything the man could do or say other that retreat. In the end, that was what he did. He pulled back his men, retreating into the hills in front of the bastion.

  Erika looked back at her father with an expectant look on her overly mature face. Mature meaning, that she looked only about a year older than she was. The girl still was cute as a button. The man couldn’t resist.

  He booped her nose. The girl looked down at her own face with a somewhat stupefied look on her face. Mainly because she had just figured out and pulled off her first cross eye, but other than that. She knew that this man loves his family, that was apparent the very first minute that she id eyes on him.

  However, the fact that she had been booped on the nose like this, in front of Mare, some that wasn’t a part of the immediate family, made her embarrassed. A single, childish tear fell from her face.

  The undead king filed about for about a minute as Erika herself panicked both internally and externally. Mare simply stood there, slightly confused and embarrassed at himself for probably starting this, the poor boy bmed himself for everything.

  …

  Nimble stood at the front of the entrance for the base of operations that the empire had constructed. He stood ramrod straight, a nervous air about him. When Ainz Ooal Gown had brought forth untold amounts of powerful undead that could destroy countless lives, he had pyed it off as helpful.

  The truth was anything but. The fact that such a huge amount of undead had appeared here now, even though they themselves were on the Katze pins, had made the men nervous. However, just as his own thoughts were delving into despair, a voice pulled him out.

  “Are you well, Sir Nimble? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” The sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown spoke.

  “No it is nothing,” he responded easily enough, then looked at what the king was holding.

  It was a child, a small one. He hadn’t had her the st time he was here, right? He decided to ask in case if he had brought up any offence.

  “Your Grace, Is that young child yours, and did you have her when we met before? I apologize if I brought up any offence,” he spoke in a rather rushed sort of way.

  “It is fine, Sir Nimble,” he said, setting the child on one of his pauldrons, “This is my second born daughter, Erika Ooal Gown,” he then turned to the small girl on his shoulder.

  “Erika, say hello to the nice man,” he said to her, and she greeted the imperial knight with a rather polite, “Hello.”

  Nimble hadn’t the faintest idea on what to say. The simple fact of the matter was that children this young were not supposed to be on a battlefield, yet she was here.

  “She simply wished to witness my magic, I’m sure you understand,” he said with what Nimble could swear was actual fatherly love.

  Nimble nearly passed out like Leinas had.

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