Great Tomb of Nazarick, Throne Hall.
Today was a special day.
In the war with Asgard over ownership of Earth, Nazarick had achieved a sweeping victory, perfectly accomplishing every goal laid out in advance.
Ryan sat upon the Throne of the Gods in formal attire, his expression imposing.
Annie stood to his right, while below were the Floor Guardians and their important subordinates.
"Thank you all for gathering here!"
His voice echoed through the solemn, majestic hall, and everyone below raised their heads.
"Nazarick's victory this time was thanks in great part to all of you!"
"Demiurge, as the supreme commander of this war, you deserve the greatest credit."
"Tell me, what reward do you want?"
Ryan turned his gaze toward Demiurge and asked.
"Lord Ryan! Your words overwhelm this subordinate with gratitude, but this victory was all brought about by you, my lord. This subordinate..."
Demiurge spoke with immense excitement, but Ryan waved a hand when he saw this.
"Enough. Your achievements are yours! There's no need to be modest!"
"But since you won't say it yourself, then..."
"Demiurge!"
Ryan called out sternly.
"Present!"
Demiurge answered crisply.
"In my capacity as the supreme ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, I grant you the authority of Nazarick's supreme commander. In emergencies, you may deploy troops according to your own judgment. Your authority shall be equal to Albedo's!"
"Yes! This subordinate shall not disappoint the Supreme One's expectations!"
Demiurge wagged his tail excitedly. Ryan shook his head slightly before turning his gaze to Albedo.
"And you? What do you want, Albedo?"
"Anything at all, Lord Ryan?"
A smile appeared on Albedo's breathtakingly beautiful face, and her golden eyes held a hint of aggression.
"Cough... Of course. As long as it exists in Nazarick, even if it's a World Item, feel