OVERLORD: The Second Supreme Being

This is a resurrection magic never seen before. The group from the Slane Theocracy was astonished by what had just happened.

"Now it's time to show me your worth!"

The two high priests of the Slane Theocracy looked at each other, unable to think of anything stronger than the magic Peororoncino had just demonstrated.

"Next, let's welcome the Martial King!" The announcer in the arena shouted loudly.

"And the Martial King's opponent is a mystery, even I just found out. His name is one that everyone knows."

"He is none other than the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown from Sorcerer Kingdom!"

Upon hearing the announcer's words, Jircniv was stunned. The pen and paper in his hand fell to the ground.

"How could the Sorcerer King be here???"

The soldiers from the Slane Theocracy immediately became tense, positioning themselves in front of the two high priests.

Jircniv stood up and looked down at Ainz Ooal Gown.

"Your Majesty, the location was booked by you. How could you not know whether Ainz Ooal Gown would show up?" The High Priest of the Fire Temple spoke.

"Are you trying to betray us?" The High Priest of the Earth Temple asked.

"No, it's not like that! I would never betray you! If that were the case, I wouldn't be this flustered!" Facing the insistence of the high priests, Jircniv hurriedly explained.

"Is His Majesty trying to make us trust you?"

Momonga flew up and came in front of Jircniv.

"Your Majesty Jircniv! It's been such a long time!" Momonga tone was flat, without any emotion.

To Jircniv, those words felt like the whisper of death.

"Likewise, Your Excellency! What a coincidence to meet here!"

"I feel the same, truly a coincidence!"

Momonga's red skeletal eyes seemed as if they could pierce through a person's heart and see everything.

Momonga's words were taken literally, but to Jircniv, they carried a different weight.

"He predicted my prediction, he figured everything out? No, this must be his plan. After I made an agreement with the Theocracy, he came here to disrupt our alliance and pressure both nations. He's got me completely under his control."

Jircniv turned to look at where Perolocino had been, but it was already empty.

Peroroncino and Shalltear had disappeared without anyone noticing.

"Are those people over there His Majesty's friends?" Momonga's tone was very flat.

But to Jircniv, it felt like Momonga was saying:

"Is that the ally you've found, Jircniv?"

"What venomous words! Isn't this forcing me to choose sides? If I say they are my friends, they'll have a reason to attack me; if I say they are not, then the alliance is ruined." Jircniv thought to himself.

"Jircniv seems to be sweating a lot! Is it hot? Oh right, I'm a skeleton, so I can't feel it; maybe it really is hot," Momonga thought inwardly.

"My apologies, we should have introduced ourselves, but we have urgent matters to attend to and must leave immediately. Please ask His Majesty Jircniv about our identities," said the Earth Temple High Priest without hesitation.

"Is that so? What a pity. I hope we meet again by chance! Take care," Momonga said, his words still cold and indifferent.

The people from the Slane Theocracy did not interpret it literally.

"Is that so? Then I'll let you go this time. But next time I see you, it will be your end!"

The people from the Slane Theocracy pretended to stay calm, nodded, and turned to leave.

"What's wrong, Jircniv? You look pale, have you been overworking or feeling unwell recently?"

"Jircniv only sleeps six hours a day, he must be very tired," Momonga thought inwardly.

"No, I am not ill!"

"Is that so? Health is the foundation, please take care of yourself!"

"I still have a match to attend to, so I'll take my leave!"

With that, Momonga flew down.

"You've lied to us, Jircniv!" The two high priests from the Slane Theocracy spoke from the doorway.

Jircniv desperately tried to explain, but the others completely mistrusted him.

Jircniv, like a deflated balloon, slumped down onto the chair.

"It's over, everything is over! Without the powerful Slane Theocracy as an ally, relying on myself alone, I'm no match for the Sorcerer King."

Jircniv glanced at the spot where Peroroncino had disappeared.

"What will Peroroncino think of me? He won't think I've betrayed him, will he?"

"Did you discover me?" Peroroncino suddenly appeared.

"Peroroncino, sir, you haven't left? You've been here the whole time?"

"Of course, if I had left, Ainz Ooal Gown would have noticed. I had to hide my presence. Fortunately, he didn't use any detection magic.

For this matter, I need an explanation from you!"

"Peroroncino, sir, this was all just a coincidence, I never betrayed you."

"Is that so... I will investigate the truth of this matter. If I find out you lied to me, I'm sure you can guess what your fate will be. Let's go!"

Shalltear extended her hand and summoned a portal. Peroroncino and Shalltear left, but instead of leaving the arena, they appeared high above the arena.

"Perfect, I'm bored, let's watch the battle between Momonga and the Martial King!"

"As the King of the Sorcerer Kingdom, will the Sorcerer King be able to defeat the Martial King? Let's wait and see," the announcer shouted loudly.

"Martial King! Go for it!" Jircniv shouted with all his might, cheering loudly.

In the battle between Momonga and the Martial King, Peroroncino used his Eye of Insight and observed that while Momonga was exchanging blows with the Martial King, his health bar hadn't changed at all.

Moreover, Momonga's attributes were all partially restricted. Even his ability to nullify effects was disabled.

"Martial King, go! Martial King, go! Go, kill him! Martial King, go, kill him!" Jircniv screamed hoarsely, his voice breaking.

His throat was already very sore, but he showed no signs of stopping.

"How annoying! I'm talking about you, Jircniv! What do you mean 'kill me'? I'm really getting angry!" Momonga thought to himself while continuing to fight the Martial King.

Peroroncino, watching the hoarse Jircniv, couldn't help but want to laugh.

Knowing everything, he understood very well how Jircniv must be feeling at this moment.

"Lord Peroroncino, is something funny?" Clearly, Shalltear didn't understand what Peroroncino was laughing about.

"I'm laughing at Jircniv. Because of Momonga's appearance, all of his plans have fallen apart. Now he can only scream at the Martial King to kill him in impotent rage."

"I see, that's really laughable!" Shalltear also tried to imitate Peroroncino and smiled.

"Stop pretending to laugh, it's very fake!" Peroroncino pinched Shalltear's face as he said.

Then, Peroroncino wrapped both arms around Shalltear, pulling her into his embrace, not for any particular reason, just to casually hug and touch her. The feeling of her clothes was completely different for Peroroncino.

Soon, the battle between the Martial King and Momonga ended with a victor. Momonga then began... not to "kick down the walls" as expected, but to recruit adventurers for exploring unknown territories.

And Momoga casually resurrected the fallen Martial King, telling everyone that even if they died, he could bring them back to life for adventurers.

After doing all this, Momonga approached Jircniv to bid farewell.

"As expected of Lord Ainz, you easily defeated the Empire's strongest warrior. I must say, it was truly magnificent."

"The victory was not surprising; it was just that luck was on my side."

"Ugh!" Jircniv gritted his teeth.

"Damn you! Still acting like you're all high and mighty when it was a one-sided crushing defeat," Jircniv roared inwardly.

"Well, nothing more to do, I'll be leaving now."

"Wait! Sorcerer King, I... no, the Baharuth Empire is willing to become a vassal state of the Sorcerer Kingdom."

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?" His subordinate immediately shouted.

Jircniv waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet.

"Huh?"

"Jircniv, are you sure you want to become my vassal state?"

"By the way, what's a vassal state? I've never heard of this term before," Momonga thought to himself.

"This is such an important matter; it shouldn't be just spoken, it should be in writing!"

"Then if I send you a written document, will you acknowledge it?"

"I need you to write a draft outlining the powers the empire will have after becoming a vassal state."

After saying this, Momonga flew away, not giving Jircniv any chance to respond.

End of chapter

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