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Momonga was sitting there. Pandora was sitting there. The two of them were sitting down. All in all, nothing had actually been said. Momonga began to speak, her voice reaching out into the silent room.

“Pandora, how have you been? Do you need anything, is there anything you need?” she asked, her head tilting to the side.

Pandora leaned in, and tilted her head. In her normal tone of voice, meaning very loud, she spoke. Her pony tail fluttered slightly as she moved.

“Everything is fine maker! Everything is all as it should be. No problems with me!” she said and leaned in too close, to the point where Momonga had to push her face away from her.

“That’s fine Pandora,” she said lightly as she pushed her face away.

Part of her didn’t want to say this. Yet another, larger part of her that had seen the tomb grow spoke up in her. The tomb had only been a metaphorically small thing. Of course, it was actually large, but her point stood. She had seen the tomb grow beyond that. She wanted that for the NPCs as well.

“But what I’m asking is how fine are you yourself. I want to see you grow. I want to know what you want as a person. How do you wish to grow. It is the duty and joy of the parent to see the child grow beyond them. So, how have you been? Do you need anything?” she asked, and Pandora stilled.

“Of course mother,” she spoke slowly now.

She stopped then, and stood up fully. She moved her arms frantically. If someone who didn’t know her saw this, then one might assume that she was possessed. It was quite funny to watch her move like this, if Momonga was being honest with herself. Though, if she said such a thing, it would be rude.

“I haven’t been able to touch any magic items!” she yelled out, and Momonga had to hold back a flinch as she drew closer, “I haven’t been able to categorize any. I haven’t been able to touch any of them. It’s driving me mad!”

Momonga sighed as she then leaned back in her chair. She had a inkling that this would be the case. Yet part of her didn’t really like this. She had taken one of the worst traits from her mother, after all. Her addiction to magical items.

“I’ll get you a ring so you can teleport around the tomb. Just don’t overdo it? I know you love them, but don’t lose yourself in their study, don’t shirk your duties,” she said, and grabbed a ring of, “Ainz Ooal Gown,” from her inventory.

Pandora nodded her head, and placed the ring on one of her fingers. Monga smiled then, and got up from her seat. She stopped though. Sounds of crying could be heard from the door. Momonga rose a brow as she looked at the source.

It was fith, holding a handkerchief to her face and douncing the tears welling in her eyes. Momonga sighed at the dramatics. It wasn’t that emotionally stirring. After all, she already thought of Pandora’s Actress as daughter.

“So beautiful,” Fith mumbled and put the handkerchief away.

Momonga sighed yet again in her mind as they then walked out of the room, and left Pandora to her work. It had been a long and she wanted to get back to lazing around like she normally did. Though, she did have some ideas for what she actually wanted to do. The Adventurer idea wasn’t going to finish itself.

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“I mean, what am I supposed to do against a deity?” Jircniv asks the people in the carriage.

Baziwood nodded his bearded head, his fingers stroking his chin. He was humming along, in agreement with the man he served. It was true. His emperor had signed a treaty with the goddess Momonga. That wasn’t something you just threw away.

It was also another thing to hear about the Theocracy making plans to fight her. It was silly. She was a god, how could you kill a god? Sure, the Six Great Gods, but they were human in the end. The church even said so. He didn’t really know what the lore behind Momonga was in truth. He had read the scriptures, but it was really only life advice.

Some of it was good, some of it was bad. He didn’t really care all too much. He liked Peroroncino though. That guy gets it about women.

“I think they hate her cuz she’s undead in form, but like, she waved away a demon that killed thousands of people, and whose minions slew many adventurers. How do they think they can beat her?” Baziwood thought aloud.

Jircniv nodded his head as he grabbed a glass of water from the center island of the carriage. He sipped it as he thought. He knew of the black scripture, but he was also aware that they were down some number only because one of the last surviving members of the sunlight scripture had said it once.

The man had been sent as a guard before they went missing, and he was staying in the empire. He was a guard for one of the priestesses of one of the two gods that most people didn’t worship.

“I can understand hating the undead, for they often kill us the living. Yet, I find that their hatred has spread a bit far. This being is rather powerful but over she has done a decent job at being queen,” Jircniv said, and Baziwood nodded his head.

“What do these Theocracy folks even wanna talk about?” he asked, and Jircniv shifted in his seat.

“They wish for an alliance of different human nations, one that will fight against the newly made, “Sorceress’s kingdom of Nazarick.” Jircniv said with a shake of his head.

“Won’t she just see that coming? I mean, anyone could see that she’s friends with Re-Estize. Surely the Theocracy would speak with them. If they do, then all they would need to do to learn of it, would be to ask. That’s not to mention us, who most definitely are allies of theirs,” Baziwood spoke aloud.

“Well, we’ll see what they have to say when we see them at the colosseum,” Jircniv said as he looked to window, and the landscape zooming past.

Baziwood looked at his leader, and frowned. The way he shifted, the way his eyes watched the world pass by. He was thinking about something heavy. Baziwood leaned forward, and asked his question.

“What are thinking about, Jircniv?” he asked, and the man spoke lightly.

“What would being a vassal of that goddess bring for our people?” he said to himself more than to his knight.

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