…

  Gazef looked on, a strange expression on his face. the fact of the matter was that he hadn’t the faintest idea on what was going on through the head of that man, in the head of that magic caster.

  The idea of him being some unknown king didn’t quite fail. After all, he seemed like a rather well-off person when they had met those two years ago. Yet, the Chief Warrior himself didn’t quite believe that he would do this, at least with how Gazef knew him.

  Then again, he had only met the man himself for about a day, even less. He had also met Lady Walker, and with what he thought about the two of them was true, they had either married or were married after or at the time he had met them.

  He took a deep breath and released it. He didn’t know how this battle would go. He didn’t know what he would see in this war. He didn’t even know if they had a actual chance at beating Ainz Ooal Gown.

  The one thing he did know was that if it came down to it, he would show everyone how powerful Ainz Ooal Gown really was. He kept thinking thoughts like those as the day wore on. After about an hour or two of looking at the enemy, he felt a presence coming in from behind him.

  “Master Gazef, I was wondering where you had run off to,” spoke Marquis Raeven, “I hoping to get your opinion on the battle to come,” he said with slight nervousness, the man himself only just getting used to calling Gazef by his name.

  “I do not think that I can tell you anymore than I have already told everyone. The magic caster Ainz Ooal Gown is powerful, more powerful than that old man in the empire,” Gazef said with a pin and ft voice.

  Marquis Raeven shook his head. He was seemingly trying to eliminate sort of jitters before the battle. Gazef couldn’t bme him. This battle seemingly had a different air about it. in all honesty, Gazef himself wished to not have to fight this powerful man, Ainz Ooal Gown.

  “How do you do it?” Raeven asked, “get so confident while going to war? How?” he asked Gazef once more.

  “I just look behind me. I Just look at all that I have to loose; and I feel more brave than I feel afraid,” Gazef said, the true words from his wisdom of the battlefield coming out.

  Marquis Raeven nodded his head, thinking about his son that he dearly loved, and his wife who he loved as well. The faces of the both of them coming to the forefront of his mind. He looked to his hand and clenched his fist, peering into the dark that he had seemingly caught in its grasp.

  “Alright, I see that. It’s harder than it sounds though,” the man said with a slight tremble still in his tone.

  Gazef smiled good naturedly. Marquis Raeven looked from his clenched hand that he had made and looked to the chief Warrior. He spoke to the man for perhaps the st time in his life.

  “Gazef Stronoff, don’t die,” he said and turned to walk off.

  The man himself didn’t see the sad smile on the hero’s face. the simple fact that such a simple line had garnered such a reaction spoke volumes to the own headspace of he. He was destined to die on the battlefield.

  Then, a ripple of unease spread throughout him. He looked at the enemy camp once more. squinting with his eyes to see the so-called Sorcerer King.

  …

  Erika looked at the spooked Imperial Knight with slight sympathy. After all, she was in his position not even a year ago, at least to her mind. She used to fear the girl known as Tanya. She used to fear the power and the actions of such a small girl.

  Now though, she simply saw a girl. A girl who wanted a pce in the backlines, so that she could afford a decent retirement. That was what she saw on the face of the young girl that was technically her older sister in this life.

  Erika shook her head of those thoughts. Now was not the time to think about them. After all, she had a battle to witness and magic to see. Shye herself couldn’t use magic in her past life, now that she had the power and ability to learn, she wished to.

  Her father in this life, Ainz Ooal Gown, was carrying her on his weird pauldron things. She didn’t know what they were for, but he seemed to like them. She thought they looked silly. Apparently, they were enchanted with rather powerful magic, if what her brother said was true.

  She felt herself be picked up and from her father’s shoulder, and plopped into Mare’s hands. The crossdressing elf looked at her with a confused and overwhelmed expression on his face.

  Her father walked to what could be called the edge of the base of operations of this battle and raised both arms above his head. Then power, utter power spilled form him.

  She didn’t know how else to put it. rings and rings and rings of magic circles sprayed forth from him. In a pilr of light he was bathed, and in a pilr of light she saw him. the amount of magic that he was leaking forth from himself was staggering.

  The whole reason she could even see this was because of some racial trait that she had inherited from her mother. Right now, she didn’t care at all for that. Right now, all she cared about was what was happening in front of her eyes.

  Then, her father spoke in a booming voice that seemed to ignore all distance. The power that came from him peaked and she saw something reach out to him in want. A shiver went through her as she saw the magic at full dispy.

  “I sacrifice these foolish souls to thee, “I? Shub-Niggurath!” he yelled, and 70,000 men fell dead.

  Nimble looked at her father pure and utter worry in his voice and on his face. he tried to speak, but the words didn’t come out. then, her father spoke once more. his tone was ft, yet somewhat happy. It was as if he wasn’t done yet. From what she could see, the spell wasn’t.

  “Just wait, the spell is yet to end. For that was only the beginning,” he said with a slight tilt of happiness.

  The massacre of the Katze Pins began. A bck dot appeared above the piles and piles of the dead. It grew in size, and Erika could see the dread come across the knights of the Empire’s legions.

  Then, it popped, and spshed as a liquid all across the dead. It seeped into the ground. It seeped into the dead, and the piles of them vanished. The silence after that was deafening.

  Finally, things began to rise from the pces where the corpses once were. A cacophony of noises came from the things. They sounded like goats, like the kids of a goat.

  “Appud, this is a new record!” her father announced.

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