The Staff is Alive?

Prologue

The Staff is Alive? - When the [Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown] mysteriously comes to life as a curious, obsessed little girl, Ainz finds himself balancing his duties with the unexpected challenges of guiding his unpredictable new companion. Her lively presence stirs Nazarick, bringing unforeseen changes and creating new bonds within the Great Tomb

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Prologue

{Momongas POV}

{9th floor}

'I don't understand a single thing,' Ainz thought to himself.

Sitting down in an office fit for a CEO, was Ainz Ooal Gown, Leader of the 41 Supreme Beings and Master of The Great Tomb of Nazarick. One might think he was in another realm of thought as he stared at the three stacks of papers on his desk.

Each paper represented a different subject, from surveys about the kingdom to spy reports. There seemed to be no end to them, and, to be honest, Ainz could barely get through the first page, let alone the fifteenth.

'Uwah, why does Demiurge have to be so specific? I can't even understand the words, let alone the title...'

He glanced at one particular report, titled The Esoteric Exegesis of the Re-Estize Kingdom, and sighed mentally.

So he resorted to the one thing that always worked for him every time a paper came that needed his approval.

*Stamp and pray*

He slammed down his approval stamp on yet another document, all the while noticing the maid assigned to him, Lumière, staring at him with pure awe and respect.

'All I'm doing is stamping papers over and over...' Ainz thought, feeling a pang of sadness at the unwavering devotion of Nazarick's denizens. They truly believed he was infallible, a god-like being with intelligence and wisdom beyond their comprehension.

He remembered the first time he had seen this devotion, back in those early days after arriving in this world. The shock of realizing they viewed him not just as a leader but as an omnipotent deity had unsettled him. In that moment, he had felt the crushing weight of their expectations. If only he had corrected them back then, perhaps he wouldn't feel so overwhelmed now. But no—he had played along, and now, he was bound by their belief in his boundless wisdom. So here he was, trapped in a role he didn't feel worthy of, forced to maintain an illusion he had woven himself into.

To be honest, the only thing he felt truly confident in was PVP combat. Even the battle with Shalltear had been a desperate struggle, but instead of humbling his followers, it had only heightened their reverence. He'd become a figure so high in their eyes that even he couldn't see the top.

Looking back down at the stacks of papers, he decided that he couldn't take any more of this tedium.

'Hm, maybe I should go visit Aureole Omega.'

Letting the thought linger, he reminded himself that he wasn't some child running away from his problems. Well... maybe sometimes. But at least not right now. He had an image to uphold, an overlord to be. He couldn't afford to slack off.

With a sigh, he stamped another piece of paper, his mind drifting to how little time he'd spent in the Cherry Blossom Sanctuary. But before he could lose himself in thoughts of a peaceful escape, something peculiar caught his attention—a faint, budding sensation in his mind, like the first hints of laughter echoing in an empty hall. It was subtle but unmistakable—a feeling of joy, one that clearly didn't belong to him. It was as if it belonged to something... or someone else.