Creator God Tima's Overlord Journey

"Naberal Gamma, stay here. Keep me informed immediately if anything develops."

Ainz returned to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The first thing he did was retrieve the Translation Goggles from the treasury and carefully read through the letter.

This was indeed a handwritten letter from someone of high status. Its elegant, beautiful handwriting and refined choice of words made that clear. The writer possessed a considerable level of education—at least higher than Ainz's.

Ainz glanced at the clock hanging opposite his desk and thought to himself, It should be about time...

Soon, there came a knock at the door.

"You can come in," Ainz said. Albedo pushed open the door and entered.

"Albedo."

"First, I need to apologize. I interrupted your valuable vacation because of official business." Ainz lowered his head and spoke sincerely to his subordinate.

Having been a salaryman salesman in his previous life, Ainz deeply understood the misery of being called in by one's boss to work overtime during a vacation—especially unpaid overtime, with the boss always wearing that arrogant, overbearing expression. Every time he had gone in, he had cursed his boss furiously in his heart.

Now that he himself occupied the position of "company president," Ainz had resolved not to turn Nazarick into a sweatshop, so he assumed an apologetic posture.

Especially toward Albedo. She had already spent a week busily working on the founding of the Sorcerer Kingdom, with practically no rest in between—sometimes, even basic needs like "eating" and "sleeping" had been dealt with through items.

On that level, Ainz even felt that he had become a more despicable "company president" than the bosses of conglomerates, because no matter what, conglomerates in his former world had at least given their employees four hours of sleep.

If he did not force Albedo to