Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 38: Theatrics of Despair [Part 1]

"What has that idiot Hardy brought on us!?" clearly angry and displeased, Zufmuut, the God of Light and Order, frowned.

"What should we do now? It seems this Ainz fellow didn't share our concern about the sheep."

"If this continues like this, our influence will drastically drop. We need to do something!"

"Oi! Stop licking that weapon, you old fool!"

"But... the feeling it gives away is pleasant! I-I can't hold back!" the god of Blacksmithing — Duncan — who inhabited the body of a dwarf woman, basically drooled on the weapon — "she" received as a gift from the Sorcerer King — almost akin to putting it between her legs as a pleasure tool.

"This sensation! I-I can't bear it! It is so beautiful!"

"Cut the crap, you old pervert!" Emroy smacked Duncan. "I like kinky things, but you are too much for even me!"

"Hmph! You just can't appreciate true masterpieces!"

"Tch! Foolish old man... get away from me, or I will strike you down!"

Not far from them, Flare and the rest of the gods sighed, something akin to a desperate moan leaving their mouths, contemplating what they witnessed and heard during the meeting, thinking about what to do with the situation they found themselves in.

"What should we do now? It seems they didn't care at all about what will happen once the people start to gain knowledge. They didn't care at all; what will happen if faith is replaced by knowledge and want..."

"Are they insane?! They cannot possibly control people once they realize their potential! We can't allow that!"

"Utterly foolish thinking! Even if they are favored by them now, their own people will turn against them if they are left unchecked! One day, their people will be their downfall! That's their nature! Greedy little cretins! They only understand fear and terror! They only respect and fear those who dominate them! Without control...!"

"That's true... we all saw what happened when the flock gained too much knowledge. They either destroy themselves or right away, turn against their keepers, us! We need to make them understand whatever it takes... we can't allow this transgression without retort!"

"Even if we manage to convince them, what then? They surely won't give up the conquered territory."

"True, they will not likely hand over what they already conquered, ordering the people to worship us, instead of them again. Think about it where this will lead? The number of our worshippers will continue to fall drastically! Even now, with each passing minute, they drop like flies. Either hunted by the servants of that demon god or convert willingly to these... Supreme Beings' new religion!"

"I think we already know where that will lead..."

"Our power will start to drop, bit by bit by the number of our worshippers. We need to do something!"

"No more... if this continues like this. It will not only be our worshippers, but our whole faith, and we as well will disappear! It is hard to admit, but we are dependent on them. Those mortals, we need that energy they send through their worship to remain in power. To protect them from themselves! To herd them in the right direction! To protect them from destroying themselves!"

"Umu..."

"True."

"Agreed..." all agreed, nodding at once — even Emroy saw the direness of their situation.

"So, any proposal for a possible solution. Hmm?" Flare glanced around, waiting for any idea that his fellow deities could come up with.

"Negotiation? I mean, this Ainz fellow seems to be reasonable. He surely recognizes he can't control the whole continent — not to mention the planet — by himself. Controlling the flow of souls is not a small task; even he will need help to do so."