"Albedo, when the three of us leave Nazarick, your duty will be to take over Momonga's work and handle all kinds of documents."
Looking at the half-kneeling Succubus below him, Naiyuan felt no ripples of emotion. He was no longer the man who had just crossed over and could be bewitched by her body fragrance.
Though it still stirred his nerves, he had grown used to it.
As time passed, the souls of the three of them were constantly adapting to their current bodies, their fragile souls gradually growing stronger.
After all, with powerful bodies driving them, their souls would eventually reach a level that matched them.
The two had always shared a mutually beneficial relationship.
"Are the Three Lords leaving Nazarick on your own?"
Albedo immediately raised her head upon hearing this, concern appearing on her face.
The many Floor Guardians and maids below were the same. The Supreme Beings leaving Nazarick was what worried them most.
Demiurge in particular least wanted to hear the Supreme Beings say such things.
He knew the Supreme Beings merely had matters to attend to, but he still feared that they would leave and never return. After all, his creator, Ulbert, had done exactly that.
When he last saw Ulbert, Demiurge clearly remembered the scene.
"Demiurge, I may be leaving for a while. I'll come back to see you someday."
Demiurge remembered Ulbert coming before him then, watching him for some time with complicated emotions on his face.
In the end, with a sigh, his creator left. At first, Demiurge had not paid much attention to it, assuming that the Supreme Being merely had matters to handle.
Once he was done, he would soon return to Nazarick, to Demiurge's side.
But as time passed, Demiurge gradually realized something was wrong. Not only was