On the other side, beneath the grape arbor.
Vampire Shalltear was currently wearing a snow-white apron. Her face flushed with shyness, she held out a cup of freshly squeezed, pure tomato juice to Peroroncino with utmost respect:
"Father, please have some tea... This was squeezed from the pollution-free tomatoes I grew myself. There isn't even a hint of blood in it."
"Gulp."
Peroroncino accepted the cup with trembling hands. He desperately covered his nose, which was spurting blood, while tears of emotion filled his eyes and he spun in place:
"She's alive... She's a living, pure-white little lolita!!"
"Two-dimensional characters have actually become real!! It was worth spending my whole life weeding the Great Tomb of Nazarick!!"
Standing on a field ridge not far away, Ainz Ooal Gown leaned on his hoe and silently watched this harmonious farm scene of brotherly affection between brothers and fatherly love between father and child. He wore a gratified smile like that of an old father—if he had a face.
However, the moving atmosphere lasted less than two minutes.
"Wait... Momonga, something's not right."
Ulbert wiped the sweat from his forehead and frowned as he examined the tearful demon son before him. Suspicious, he muttered:
"I remember that before I quit the game back then, I wrote a full ten pages of antisocial, gloomy background settings for Demiurge. Why does he keep talking about organic fertilizer?
"And Shalltear... Peroroncino didn't set her up as a severely sadistic pervert back then? How come she handles tomato juice more demurely than a maid?"
"That's right! I thought it was strange too!"
Peroroncino came to his senses as well and warily raised his head. "Momonga, you didn't secretly look through the NPCs' underlying setting files behind our backs, or even secretly alter them, did you?"
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