Yanor Kingdom, Royal City.
Today is a star-studded day.
For ordinary folks, a star-studded night is considered a rare beauty; for astrologers, it's a sight worth observing; for certain sects, it's considered a divine phenomenon.
But for Ainz III, every star-studded night is...
"Is everything ready?"
Standing at the highest point of the Royal Palace, he faced the night sky with hands behind his back. The chilly evening breeze tousled his hair, turning healthier and browner. He waved off the attendant who tried to drape a cloak over him, asking without looking back.
"Ready, Your Majesty. This time we've gathered dozens of archaeologists and used the oldest known historical language." The attendant replied, handing over a magic tool with a handle-shaped end and a button on top, unsure of its purpose.
"Very good!"
