What if Momonga hadn't been alone in real life or in YGGDRASIL? Insert Suzuki Satoshi, his lazy younger brother who can't help but drop everything to go sightseeing! A king of procrastination and idleness! War? Battles? Momonga's unintentional harem...
It has been far too long since I have updated this fic. My apologies for that. Whilst I do my utmost best to work on the next chapter, please enjoy this omake. For all the support generously provided to me, and as per many of your votes, I now present you some of the NPCs' POVs before they were yeeted to the New World. I do hope this much-anticipated chapter will not prove disappointing. Please, drop a comment to let me know your thoughts. Happy reading!
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Date: The expected closing day for the servers of YGGDRASIL Time: Half an hour before midnight
POV: First, second, and third Floor Guardian,Shalltear Bloodfallen - The Bloody Valkyrie
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Shalltear hummed a soft tune to herself as she brushed her gorgeous silver locks into her customary high ponytail. Her Vampire Brides, all spread languidly on her luxurious king-sized bed, unclothed and spent, gazed at her with contentment in their eyes.
After checking her image on the vanity one the last time and confirming that nothing was out of place, she grabbed her parasol, snapped it open, and rested it delicately on her right shoulder. Not even turning to check on her lush concubines, she left her bed-chamber to begin her routine rounds.
She felt honoured that her Creator, Peroroncino-sama, and the other Supreme Beings, trusted her to be the Great Tomb of Nazarick's first line of defence. For this reason was why she took her patrols with the utmost of seriousness, not daring to skip on her duties.
As she passed by the many lesser Vampires and undead who were likewise patrolling the grounds, she could not help but be reminded of how odd the previous day had been. No matter how much she wanted to guard the three Floors earnestly, she was helpless at the queer feelings squirming inside of her. It made her wary despite her being undead with somewhat muted emotions.
Momonga-sama, no matter how much she longed to be his bedwarmer, has never voluntarily visited her on his own before - until yesterday, that was. Usually, Momonga-sama would only be here to accompany Adalbert Cross-sama as the latter toured her assigned area (she demanded her servants to keep the Floors tidy due to that exact reason).
They would walk leisurely around the catacombs as they conversed, most of the time allowing her to selfishly trail behind them, learning more about their private lives, much to her absolute delight. Those were the days she looked forward to the most - to be in the presence of her Gods.
Sadly, as the years progressed, those weekly walks turned into monthly walks, and monthly walks turned into sparse visitations. Now, she could only see them once every few months if she were lucky.
It made her hope feverishly that Momonga-sama and Adalbert Cross-sama would not abandon Nazarick as her Creator did - as all the other Supreme Beings did... and she felt wretched for even thinking about them in such a fashion. No matter their decisions to leave or stay, she would follow and obey them without fail. Hence, she should not be harbouring such blasphemous thoughts, no matter how she longed to see Peroroncino-sama, to hear his voice once more.
