Momonga was not particularly suspicious.
At least, he had not been before.
He had been a penniless lowly employee with nothing to his name. What was the point of suspecting this and doubting that all day? He might as well have played more games and enjoyed himself.
Even if a thief broke into his home, the thief would probably cry out of pity and leave behind a few bills.
But things were different now.
He had crossed over into the New World with his game account and the power of his former guild!
This was a real world, and he possessed power comparable to gods and demons! Yet the Guardians who had "crossed over" with him possessed equal power as well.
Those Guardians... what exactly were they?
Would they betray him?
Momonga had conducted many experiments. Just when he had believed the loyalty of those "NPCs" to be at maximum, something unexpected happened.
Momonga sat in his office, the crimson soul-fire in his eyes flickering faintly, making it impossible to guess the true thoughts of this supreme ruler.
Albedo stood obediently at Momonga's side, her eyes burning with passionate love, as though it would turn into blazing flames and completely envelop Momonga before burning him to ashes.
Momonga remained motionless. Afraid of disturbing her beloved Lord Ainz, Albedo did not speak either.
The two of them resembled statues painstakingly carved by a master artisan.
"Albedo's original settings made her a promiscuous slut anyone could have. I only changed them slightly, and she became like this... Could there be some conspiracy behind it?"
Momonga quickly rejected that idea. He was merely a dead-end office worker muddling through life. What earth-shattering conspiracy could possibly be waiting for him? There was no need to think so much.
And even if there really was