Summoner Of Death

Chapter 2

Not for the first time, Ainz was incredibly grateful for his emotional suppression without it he would have surely collapsed to his knees in panic. He had miscalculated, yet again he found himself transported to another world. Unable to travel back using {Gate}. Was this it? Had all his efforts been for nothing? Had the kingdom and guild he had worked so hard to protect all for not? Perhaps this was simply his fate, to be cruelly yanked from world to world.

As his thoughts reached a crescendo his emotional suppression kicked in. Looking at it with a clear mind Ainz acknowledged that his coming to this world seemed different to his arrival in New World. Unlike his original transportation to New World, he had seen a flash of green before he arrived here. It also seemed his summoning was a direct result of a ritual, far more precise than whatever force had dragged the guild to New World. While he couldn't use {Gate} to directly return to his kingdom, the residents of this world clearly had the means to bring him here, so all he had to do was figure out how to do the same in reverse.

Even as he thought that he knew it wouldn't be so simple, summoning creatures was a simple matter but returning them from whence they came could only be accomplished by either killing the summoned creature, killing the summoner, or dispelling the magic holding them to this realm. Considering the fact he didn't sense any statuses being applied to himself it didn't seem he was being actively held here.

Perhaps killing the one that summoned him would work? Then again he'd best keep that in reserve until negotiations broke down. Worst case scenario he could place all his items into his inventory, kill himself, and hope Demiurge's ritual to resurrect him would work. Saying that it would be his absolute last resort as he hadn't performed any test on his own ability to revive, leaving such a thing up to chance would be the height of foolishness.

Thinking about it logically he had three objectives:

One, find a way to return to New World and his precious children. Preferably before his children realized his disappearance hadn't been part of the plan to fake his death.

Two, gather information about this new world and the magic within.

Three, don't bring disgrace to the Sorcerous Kingdom and the name of Ainz Ooal Gown.

It shouldn't be that difficult right? He just had to act in his full capacity as the sorcerer-king and keep up the act without anyone seeing through it. Ainz couldn't help but sigh internally, as a large sweat drop forming on the back of his head.

He was pulled from his reverie as he heard a door being opened, he had followed Colbert to the headmaster's office leaving the rest of the teenage students outside. Though he was perplexed why the young girl with pink hair had followed them, she seemed far too young to be of any impact.

Beyond the door was a decently sized room, occupying one end of the room was a large window. In front of it sat a large wooden desk, no doubt made of high-quality wood. Cabinets lined several of the walls, the floor was a carpet of dark blue, in front of the desk was a single chair. This chair looked incredibly expensive, dark blue fabric meant to cushion the back of whoever sat upon it. Judging by the discoloration of the carpet it had only recently been brought to this room.

Behind the desk sat an elderly man, robed in pure black. Strangely sitting upon his shoulder was a white mouse, the man's hair and beard mirrored the color of the mouse's fur. His eyes bore a deep grey coloration, full of timeless wisdom and energy. His smile seemed incredibly forced...