“Well,” said Demiurge, “The feast tonight to celebrate the latest success of Lord Ainz’ plans for this world will be the perfect time to have Lady Albedo switch the rings, take Lord Ainz to his chambers, and PRODUCE that heir for the Great Tomb of Nazarick! I have arranged all the details!”
That evening…
“A toast to our great leader, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown!” proclaimed Demiurge with pride in his voice. “Raise your goblets!”
And as everyone stood up to honor Lord Ainz’ latest success, Shalltear, who was carefully placed between Lord Ainz and Lady Albedo according to Demiurge’s plans, was bumped by Albedo and spilled her goblet of blood all over Lord Ainz!
“You BITCH! You did that on purpose to embarrass me in front of our Lord!” screamed Shalltear in anger. “I’ll kill you!” And with that, she flew at Albedo with bloodlust oozing from every pore on her body.
“Liar!” retorted Albedo. “You are just a clumsy, ugly, flat-chested stupid little girl who should have been seated at another table!” And Albedo stretched out her claw-like fingernails towards Shalltear’s eyes.
“ENOUGH OF THIS FIGHTING!!” proclaimed Lord Ainz as he gestured for Cocytus to separate the two furious women from each other. “We are here tonight to celebrate our latest victory, not to kill each other!”
Cocytus hauled Shalltear off to the other end of the table while Demiurge stated, “That was indeed careless of you, Lady Albedo. How will you make this up to our Lord and Master?”
“Please forgive me, my Lord!” begged Albedo as she picked up a pitcher of water from the table and used a cloth to start dabbing and wiping the spilled blood from Shalltear’s goblet off of Lord Ainz. “Let me wash your hands and rings off,” she said, deftly pulling the rings off of his bony hands and casually switching one of them while rinsing them off in the pitcher before slipping them back on to his fingers.
As the exchanged ring was slipped onto Ainz’ finger, sudden blackness came over the entire banquet hall.
A split second later, the light returned and Ainz said to Albedo, “Where is my ring? I thought you were putting it onto my finger.”
“My apologies, Ainz-sama! I must have dropped it back into the water. Ah, yes. Here it is.” And she retrieved his original ring from the pitcher of water and placed it back upon his finger.
Lord Ainz suddenly sighed…
“Well, my loyal Guardians, Battle Maids, and the rest of my subjects here, I suddenly feel the need for some fresh air.” And with that, Lord Ainz left the hall to step outside the Great Tomb.
After Ainz’ departure, Cocytus and Albedo confronted Demiurge and said, “What happened? That ring must have failed and simply disappeared!”
Up on the surface, Lord Ainz thought to himself, “Why am I suddenly so tired? I feel totally drained! It must be the stress of seeing those two girls fight with each other. I wish that they would get along better. Hmm… The sun is rising. I could have sworn that we started that feast at sunset. Oh, well…”
Nine months later…
Lord Ainz looked at Demiurge in disbelief. “What do you mean, ALL of the women at Nazarick have just given birth to children at the SAME TIME!? And ALL of these infants are Liches that look like ME!!??”
Somewhere, in an alternate universe, Lord Peroroncino was laughing his ass off.