you might ask, why did i go to such great lengths to force Demiurge to simplify his reports and plans?
Well, that because Demiurge's reports and plans are always written with super complicated language, full of fancy words and long explanations.
This makes it really hard for Momonga to fully understand what he is actually approving. He often feels pressured to act like the perfect, all-knowing Supreme Being in front of the NPCs, he doesn't want to admit confusion or ask too many questions.
And besides, he doesn't really have anything else to help him for his position as a leader besides Forced Calm, a bunch of books, and paranoid.
Because of this, vague order or casual comments from him, will often get wildly misinterpreted by Demiurge. He will then, turns them into extreme plans—like the 'Happy Farm' for example.
And to clear, I am okay with the farm, but only if it targets bad people—like criminals, enemies of Nazarick, or truly evil ones. But I absolutely cannot accept innocent civilians or ordinary people getting caught up in it and suffering horribly just because Demiurge's 'efficient' go way too far. You can think of it as my code or some shit, whatever. My alignment is neutral, so it's not really changing with my old self, I guess.
By making Demiurge write simple, clear documents, atleast Momonga can easily see exactly what he's signing off. This way, approvals stay focused, brutality only hits the deserving targets, and Nazarick avoids unnecessary cruelty to normal folks.
And with that, he continue to finish the remaining report that just freshly came in.
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After finally finishing, I looked up and realized it was already getting late—probably around 4 PM.
Sigh....
The work that was supposed to be done in just a few hours, ended up taking the whole day because these two troublemakers, dumped all their works on me.
Time to catch up with them. I wonder what ridiculous thing Ulbert is doing right now.
He exhaled softly, then spoke in a calm, clear voice. "Sebas."
Sebas enter the room in an instant, bowing deeply "Yes, Lord Henry. How may this humble servant assist you?"
"I'm heading out to join Momonga and Ulbert. Inform all the Floor Guardians of my departure. Also—any remaining documents or matters that require signature or final approval… redirect them to Alastor. He will serve as acting overseer until albedo return.'
"Understood, my lord. I shall notify every guardian personally. Nazarick shall continue to function without the slightest disruption in your absence."
"Good. I'm leaving this place in your capable hands. I'm counting on you, Sebas."
Sebas bows even deeply, "It is my honor, Lord Henry. Safe travels, and may you enjoy your time with the other Supreme Beings."
After giving the orders, Henry shapeshifted into human form and slightly reduced his height. Being 200 cm tall wasn't exactly normal for everyday life, so he brought it down to 178 cm.
After that, I opened [GATE] and went to meet Momonga, Ulbert, and Albedo, who were walking around the side of the village, observing its condition. And it seems they had chosen their old human world forms and covered themselves with cloaks. Their height was also set to 175 cm.
Apparently, they hadn't killed all the soldiers either—the survivors had been taken as prisoners. From the looks of it, it looked like Ulbert wanted to intrograted and experiment on them.
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As Henry approached, they immediately recognized him. His human form wasn't too different from his current body, just without the long ears and at a shorter height.
Momonga was the first to speak."Hen—hmm—" Ulbert quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. "Don't call using his real name, you idiot," Ulbert whisper, giving Momonga a sharp warning glance—remembering Henry's earlier reminder.
Momonga finally pried Ulbert's fingers off and whisper back, "…Right. Sorry. Still getting used to the whole 'secret identity in the new world' thing."
Henry who walked closer let out a chuckle, and casually activated a soundproof translucent barrier around them, ensuring their conversation couldn't be overheard by anyone.
"Hey Momonga, Ulbert, Albedo. How's the situation around here? What happened? Why are there so many corpses and blood scattered everywhere?" Yes for the fourth time, I already know exactly what happened, but I still have to pretend I have no clue.
Ulbert replies in a grim tone, "We just witnessed—or rather, interrupted—a war. Or more accurately, a one-sided genocide. Before we arrived, it was just soldiers slaughtering defenseless civilians. No real battle, just slaughter."
Momonga then continued to explain in detail what had happened.
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They then discuss their new aliases to blend in better in this world. Momonga gave a small, embarrassed cough "right, then. From now on… call me Momon."
Henry raised an eyebrow. "Momon? That's it?"
"It's simple. Easy to remember." Momonga—Momon says.
Ulbert next, "It's Adalbert. Close enough to my old name that I won't forget to respond, but different enough to throw off some people."
Then he glanced at Albedo, "And you, Albedo?"
"Its Aurora, my lord."
Momon turned to Henry last, curiosity clear even through the emotionless red glow of his eyes. "And you?"
Henry considered it only briefly. "Enrique," he said quietly. "It's close enough to my name."
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After we just finished talking, the village chief approached us, and asked who the new person were. Momon calmly replied that Enrique was his friend and fellow adventurer who had only just arrived because he had some prior matters to attend to.
The chief studied Enrique for a moment—then nodded with visible relief. "I see. Welcome to Carne Village, Enrique. Any friend of Mr.Momon is welcome here."
Once the introductions were done, and before anyone could say more, a panicked shout rang out from the edge of the village, warning that soldiers were approaching the village.
"Chief! Chief! Soldiers! There are soldiers coming this way—armed and on horseback!" The chief's face drained of color. Every head turned toward the dirt road leading out of the village.
Momon reacted instantly. His voice cut through the rising murmurs like a blade. "Chief. Gather every villager—women, children, elderly, everyone—and bring them to your house, Now. Stay inside and bar the doors until we return."
The chief hesitated only a heartbeat. "But… if they attack—"
"We'll handle it," Momon said firmly. "I promised to protect this village in my name."
The chief bowed deeply. "Understood! Thank you, thank you!" He then turned and began shouting orders, waving his arms urgently.
Villagers who had begun to gather nearby started moving at once—parents scooping up children, elderly being helped along, doors slamming shut as people hurried toward the chief's larger home at the center of the settlement.
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Within minutes the open areas of the village had emptied. Only the four of them—Momon, Adalbert, Enrique, and Aurora—remained standing near the chief, who had returned after seeing the last of his people safely inside.
Momon adjusted the greatsword on his back. "Let's go meet our guests."
Once all the villagers were safely gathered, the four of us—together with the village chief—headed toward the direction where the approaching soldiers had been spotted.
Ahead, the soldiers rode closer, banners fluttering, steel glinting in the late afternoon light. Whatever came next… the Village would not face it alone.