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  The sky was dark, the stars shone in the sky like the jewels they were. It often shocked Calvaria how utterly gorgeous they were. The carriage was situated right off the right side of the road, the river on the other side. The campfire that was burning in the middle of their log seat was bright, and strangely rge.

  While it didn’t make her nervous at all, as a fire this size wasn’t a danger, she thought it a bit unwise to have one so rge non-the-less. A pot, hung by some chain and metal poles, cooked some stew within its chamber. Calvaria looked at Dyne as he scooped up the soup, and pced it into the bowl he was holding.

  She wasn’t really looking forward to this. Not because it looked bad, but because of how the other two may react to the food. For ck of a better word, the food of the great underground tomb of Nazarick’s food was divine tasting.

  So, eating anything not made by the head chef, or out of the highest quality ingredients, might get a bad reaction out of the two NPCs. Of course, Calvaria was rather confident in Anna not making a fuss. Yet, Nabe might react poorly, and she might have to py catch up.

  The druid passed each bowl to everyone, and the Swords of Darkness each ate their portions. As Dyne handed the bowl to Calvaria and her group, she noticed that Nabe had a slight frown on her face.

  This caused Calvaria to frown under her helm that y on her head. This actually reminded her, she had yet to show her face to this party. Her frown deepened on how she thought to make herself look. After all, she couldn’t very well show them her undead face.

  “What’s wrong? Is the soup too hot? I could cool it down by putting it in my mouth first and feeding it to you that way?” Lukrut said the strangest thing she had ever heard, and Nabe gred at him.

  “Ah, she and we are simply following a religious custom from our homend. In our faith, it is taboo to drink and eat on the same day you take a life. For the dead would get Jealous and be unable to pass on to the veil,” Calvaria expined the fake lore, and Anna and Nabe nodded their heads in solemness.

  The others nodded their heads with this information, with differing reactions. Dyne seemed intrigued, Peter seemed slightly amused, and Ninya seemed saddened by something. Calvaria herself could tell it was reted to something different entirely.

  “A strange faith you follow, at least for this pce,” Dyne said, “If you don’t mind me asking, what is it called?” he asked, and Anna nodded her head with slight happiness.

  “It is called the, “Faith of Ainz Ooal Gown.” It follows the words, actions, and teachings of the 41 supreme saints. They achieved godhood at the end of their lives,” Nabe expined, a smirk on her face.

  The others all seemed interested. Though, Nfirea looked on at this all with a strange look on his face. Maybe he was uncomfortable with religion? At least that was the impression that he gave to Calvaria.

  “Yes, the leader and most powerful of them all still resides upon the mortal pin so she can best direct her followers and learn about the changes of the world,” Anna expined, and the others seemed slightly more intrigued.

  “The leader of the Supreme ones, known as Lady Momonga, is the goddess of death and Armageddon,” Calvaria stated simply, and the Swords of Darkness reared back a bit, “it is said that when the st of her followers dies, she shall end the world with undeath and destruction. For the only world she truly cares for is the one in which her people are happy,” Calvaria expined, infusing some of her own opinions and feelings in her st words.

  It was true, at least the part about her only caring about the world because her family was in it. The whole reason she was making this faith was because she wanted the world her friend’s children lived in to be clean and whole. If they themselves wanted the pnet to be scorched clean, then that was what she would do.

  For some reason, everyone other than her own party was looking at her funny. Did she say that out loud? No, she didn’t, otherwise Anna and Nabe would be looking at her. Well, it didn’t matter, as long as she spread her cult it was fine.

  “Well,” Peter said, getting up and pcing his bowl near the end of his log seat, “that is enough religion for one day,” he said, and Calvaria realized she may have overdone it.

  “I apologize if it sounded like we were preaching. We simply haven’t much time to talk about our faith with others before,” Calvaria said, and Anna added in her own noise of agreement; Nabe simply looked on at her two superiors, as if they had grown second heads.

  “No, its fine. I enjoyed hearing it personally,” Dyne said and the others began to apologize for seemingly pushing off her own faith; she pulled half of that out of her rear end though, so it was fine in the end.

  She herself accepted their own apologies and made her way to eat the stew by herself.

  Really, she did pull half of that out of her ass though.

  …

  Anna, or Albedo rather, looked at the sky in confusion. She didn’t personally know why her love was so obsessed with the night sky. It could be the fact that the skies of Helheim were always covered in clouds. It could be any number of other things, though. After all, she was a goddess. Albedo couldn’t help but think in a lesser way than her. though, she wanted to try, as heretical as that sounds.

  As her back y on the ground, she turned her head to look at her dy, utterly absorbed in the sky. Her face was as bnk as could possibly be. Yet, there was a small smile upon it. the smallest and most wholesome smile that Albedo had ever seen.

  What was she thinking about? What emotions, thoughts, feelings were flowing in her mind? What pns, schemes, and ideas were floating in her brain? Albedo couldn’t possibly know it. She did know one thing, though. It was that the two of them were meant to be together.

  Against her own better judgement, she asked a question. It was a heretical thing, to be sure. She scorned herself internally at the slip up. Her love would surely forgive her, yet she would make sure something as bad as that never happened again.

  “What are you thinking of, my Lady?” she asked, and she frowned in her mind.

  Her dy turned her head to face her, the smallest of smiles still gracing her divine visage. The twinkle in her eyes faded, though. Albedo felt her own eyes fading a little, it couldn’t be helped. After all, her love’s own happiness had faded somewhat at her question. Now she knew that she had done something wrong.

  “I was just wondering, what faith shall I truly spread?” she stated, yet asked herself more than anything else.

  She then sat up, her arms on her knees as she pced her legs across from each other in an, “crisscross-applesauce,” position. She looked into Albedos’ eyes deeply then, her own eyes beginning to twinkle once more.

  “What path do you think it should take? I for one wish for nothing but happiness for you and the rest of my dear friends’ children,” she expined, her eyes turning to gaze upon the night sky.

  “I for one think that we should spread the words of you, my love,” Albedo said, taking off her own helm as Lady Momonga had done, and set it to the side.

  Her dy hummed in thought, a hand raising to her chin. Her gaze fell to her other hand, which clenched into a fist. So hard was her grasp, that bck undead blood seeped from her palm.

  She scowled at this, or what constituted a scowl for her undead face, and wiped her hand across the grass. The grass shriveled and died as the negative energy touched it, yet it took the blood off all the same. She closed her eyes in thought and y herself across the ground once more.

  “I don’t think we should teach my actions, after all I have done some bad things to humanity, the rgest popution of races in the area. I think we should spread what the guild of Ainz Ooal Gown originally was, a pce for the pitiful to rest and find comradery,” she said, and Albedo could feel the smile on her love’s face even though she couldn’t see it.

  “Yes, that would make me and my old friends happy,” Lady Momonga spoke, and Albedo could her fall asleep.

  “If that is what you wish for my Lady,” she said and she could feel a frown grow across her face at the thoughts of the other supreme ones, then resumed her thoughts, “it shall be done.”

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