Praise The Dragon lord, Lord Gier

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Instead of traveling back to the Tomb Ainz settled for the fortress Aura had been constructing within the forest, one of keen hearing could hear the constant sound of construction outside expanding the base

When loud flapping noise is heard outside a couple minutes later you enter the room the Guardians bowing at your entrance

Victim: ...kcab sdoG fo egA eht gnirb llahs uoy dna meht fo lla...raW fo doG tsrif eht eb llahs uoY.

Ainz: thank you for your hard work, Victim.

(Y/n): yes, thank you very much Victim please take care of the first floor for us.

Victim: oooooorooorood ood ooorororod nud nud nud nud nud nud nud nud nud nud...kcab eb ll'I.

Ainz: [Gate].

The warp reject flies through the portal conjured by Ainz once gone you turn your gaze to the rest of the room to your left stood Aura bowing behind Ainz feeling ashamed for the lack of luxury items in the room for you two

Ainz: forgive me for keeping you here Aura, I am not displeased in the slightest I am very satisfied with your hard work it is the equivalent of Nazarick because you decorated it for me.

Aura: ...yes.

Her eyes widened slightly at his compliment growing wider as you pat the elf on her head ruffling her hair a smile on her face much to the annoyance of a pouting Sif who gets her head pats right after a similar smile appearing

You and Ainz weren't expecting much since this fortress is the equivalent of an outhouse compared to the Tomb and that was it's purpose to take brunt of any assaults upon your operation should any player come to know of Nazarick so it looking like shit was not that far off

Ainz: ...Aura, a question for you...what is that thing over there?

Everyone's attention is drawn to the lone throne in the room constructed out of bones, the positioning and variety easily making the throne a work of art ignoring the fact that the throne's arms end in human like skulls

Demiurge: it's a little plain, but it is a throne that was made specially for you.

Ainz: and whose bones went into it's construction?

Demiurge: they came from all sorts of animals I selected choice bones from Griffins and Wyverns.

Ainz: I see...is that so..."he brings his hands together in another idea" Shalltear, I said I would punish you earlier? I shall now mete it out...yes...I shall humiliate you.

Shalltear: yes!!

You chuckle at her nervousness thinking at what the salaryman could ever convey as a punishment

Ainz: Kneel there and lower your head, get on your hands and knees.

Shalltear: yes!!

You raise a brow at the suggestion as a cop in a world run by sketchy megacorporation you aren't new to taking advantage of the weak, but would never delve so low

Your caught off-guard when he walks to her side and sits upon her back letting a shriek of his name bordering a moan keeping her position under Ainz

Ainz: you are here to be my chair, understand?

Shalltear: yes!!

Ainz: forgive me Demiurge that's how it is.

Demiurge: I see! how remarkable! to think you would sit upon a Guardian! indeed, that is a chair which nobody can make...in other words, a proper seat for a Supreme Being...Lord Ainz you have surpassed my expectations once more, as is befitting of yourself!

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