When the Blood Emperor raised his head again, Bismarck was already nowhere to be seen.
The guards stared wide-eyed at the Blood Emperor, who looked somewhat disheveled.
"Y-Your Majesty?"
They all began to panic.
What was going on?
In the blink of an eye, His Majesty had gone from inside his bedchamber to outside. His body was covered in dust, and there was even a wound on his face. He looked as though he had been attacked.
"It's fine now." The Blood Emperor waved his hand. "Continue standing guard."
After saying that, he went straight back into his bedchamber.
He could no longer endure it.
He was now somewhat impatient for power—the kind of power that could stop Ainz Ooal Gown and the Magic Emperor.
Meanwhile.
Bismarck's figure appeared in midair, as though she had been waiting for some time.
Othinus's figure slowly materialized as well.
"You certainly made quite a commotion." Othinus straightened her witch's hat.
"Hmm. I was simply seized by a whim." Bismarck's tone was casual.
"Honestly, don't frighten our juniors." Othinus faced the camera at this point. Rather than offering comfort, she sounded more like she was teasing them.
Quite a few members had indeed been frightened.
A whim?
She had casually destroyed a world just on a whim?
So this was what a Senior Member was like?
"Everyone, don't misunderstand." Bismarck also looked toward the camera. "The Merchant Guild's rules must be followed even by Senior Members—or Auditors, for that matter. However, if you have the ability to restore all the humans you slaughtered to perfect condition, you can do as I did. You'll still have to pay a certain number of Points as punishment, though."
It was only a punishment in Points.
Judging from Bismarck's expression, that punishment was probably insignificant to her, at