Demiurge was walking on the ninth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. His shoes clopped on the floor, making a “da da da” sound, the echoes of which faded into silence. Although a number of servants were on duty as a precaution against an invasion, that still didn’t harm the mythic atmosphere. Demiurge looked around, a smile appearing on his face.
“How glorious and majestic.”
He was admiring the ninth floor in all its majesty. He admired the scenery here because the scenery and the forty-one supreme ones complimented each other well, to the extent that it was worth Demiurge pledging his life to protect this floor. That's why he was fond of the scenery.
Every time he walked on the ninth floor, he would be filled to the brim with joy and would vow once again to devote himself to the creators. This sentiment applied not only to him but also to the boisterous clowns and musicians. Whenever they treaded on this floor, they would also be filled with awe, doing their best to not utter any sound that would disrupt the tranquility.
If anyone disliked this scene, they were either disloyal to the 41 Supreme Beings or harbor ‘thoughts of disloyalty’.
Demiurge turned the corner as he thought about that, his destination right before him. That was the room of the last Supreme Being in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, their overlord Ainz Ooal Gown.
When the door was within sight, he saw some people opening the door and exiting.
They seemed to notice Demiurge too as they waited respectfully for them to draw close.
One of them was dressed like a butler, dressed entirely in black except for his white gloves. But instead of a butler, he looked more like a combatant.
He was one of the ten male servants in Nazarick. But even Demiurge was unable to differentiate which of the ten servants he was. This was because all of them wore masks covering their entire head, and they could only utter weird noise.
And there was that thing standing before the male servant.
The strange thought of ‘naked with tie’ emerged in Demiurge’s mind.
That was a penguin.
It’s appearance was totally that of a penguin and it was wearing a black tie.
“Long time no see, assistant butler.”
When it heard Demiurge’s warm greeting, the penguin smiled cheerfully—— It seemed to be doing that—— and it returned the greeting:
“It’s been a while, Demiurge-sama.”
It bowed deeply.