“Everyone, pledge your loyalty to the Supreme Beings!”
Led by Albedo, the Guardians knelt down one after another, as Flying Squirrel, radiating an Aura of death, faced a group of level 100 NPCs’ fanatical loyalty alone.
After he asked what kind of existence he was in the Guardians’ hearts, everyone showered him with praises to the point where anyone standing there would blush.
Flying Squirrel felt a lump in his throat, and after arranging the relevant matters, he prepared to make a hasty escape.
Albedo called out to him, “Flying Squirrel-sama, do you know where Sigris-sama is now?”
Flying Squirrel thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice, “Sig went to scout around Nazarick. We’ve already discussed the current situation.”
“But…”
“Albedo!” Cocytus exhaled a puff of cold air and sternly rebuked her, “You cannot be disrespectful to the Supreme Beings!”
“My deepest apologies!” Albedo bowed her head deeply, her expression twisted in a way no one could see, and the pair of wings behind her subtly trembled.
“Albedo, this is indeed not something the Guardian Overseer should be concerned with,” Demiurge said coldly.
“However, it should be about time.”
Flying Squirrel wiped away non-existent cold sweat. Due to excessive anxiety, his body emitted a green light.
This was his unique passive skill for forced calmness, which only activated when his emotions fluctuated too greatly.
Sig-san, was he really going to let him bear the responsibility alone? Why did he disappear after sending the message? Didn’t he say he would be his solid support?
After realizing this was no longer a virtual world, Flying Squirrel prioritized safety. Although the Guardians seemed very loyal, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t encounter stronger enemies.
Please don’t let anything go wrong!
“Am I late?”
Sig walked out of the shadowed entrance passage, and the surrounding railings automatically rose. The Guardians simultaneously looked over.
Stepping inside the railings, Sig realized the arena’s interior was vast. The spectator stands alone wrapped around several layers. Even summoning familiars here was possible.
Aside from special professions like Dragon Knight, he also possessed cavalry-type professions. After reaching level 60, he could summon Wyvern familiars.
However, this place was clearly meant for watching battles; invaders would meet their doom here.
Sig had already pulled down his helmet. He wasn't wearing full body armor, but his joints and chest were protected. The platinum-colored armor glowed faintly, a Divine-class item.
“Sig, you’ve come at just the right time. Come and meet the Guardians of Nazarick.”
Although the Guardians were very familiar with players like them, it was almost like they were strangers in return, akin to the relationship between players and NPCs. If they hadn't been bored enough to read the settings, they might not even recognize everyone.
“Um, do I need to reintroduce myself, Sigris-sama?” Mare asked timidly.
The Dark Elf sister, Aura, sighed. She would have to explain things to her troublesome brother again, but she was still surprised that Mare was the first to speak up.
“I am Shalltear Bloodfallen, greetings, Master.” Shalltear licked her bright red lips with her moist tongue, and a faint fragrance seemed to emanate from her mouth.
With Sig’s excellent five senses, such a scent was like having it right under his nose, but he managed to maintain his composure.
Although he was no longer human, he couldn’t truly become a beast.
Shalltear Bloodfallen, the Floor Guardian of the First to Third Floors, was a True Ancestor, an Undead Vampire, commonly known as a lamprey.
She was the culmination of Peroroncino, an H-game enthusiast, possessing almost every strange fetish, especially necrophilia. Sig was very glad he wasn’t within her hunting range.
Following in order, the Fifth Floor Guardian Cocytus, the Sixth Floor Guardians Aura and Mare, and the Seventh Floor Guardian Demiurge all introduced themselves.
Sig, citing time constraints, did not make them perform the kneeling loyalty ritual, allowing them to be as casual as Shalltear.
The Great Tomb only needed one majestic and benevolent Supreme Ruler. Sig’s role was that of a perfect assistant, easygoing and not fond of power, so there was no need to overly maintain a dignified image.
“Guardian Overseer Albedo, greetings, Master.” Albedo curtsied slightly, selectively ignoring the dust on her pristine white dress.
Considering his current identity, Sig nodded in response, as a qualified socialite, controlling his words to be both dignified and approachable.
“You probably know my full name is Sigris Helausvaerger. If you absolutely must add ‘sama,’ just call me Sig-sama. Everyone calls me that.”
Everyone? That means the other Supreme Beings!
Albedo’s expression was surprised and stiff. The Guardians and Sebas were also extremely uneasy and fearful, as if this was more serious than being reprimanded.
The change in atmosphere made Sig regret it a little. He underestimated the Supreme Beings’ status, but he didn’t think this method was inappropriate.
“Actually, I prefer the title Sig-sama. If you all don’t want to, then never mind.”
A moment of abnormal distortion appeared on Albedo’s face, then it returned to her perfect image. “I understand, Sig-sama.”
There was no dissenting voice from the others. As expected of the Guardian Overseer.
Sig nodded, disarmed in front of everyone, revealing his true appearance. Aside from his eyes, tail, and horns, his face was that of a handsome man.
Replacing his armor was a sharp black suit, without a tie, its style hard to define, more like something from a game that mixed various elements.
“For convenience, I will move around in this form. If the Guildmaster has no other business, everyone can go back and rest.”
Flying Squirrel opened his mouth in surprise. After thinking, he realized he had never seen Sig’s true face.
“Ahem, you are dismissed. Remember not to overexert yourselves.”
The Guardians bowed deeply and knelt, and the two left together by teleportation.
The surroundings changed. Looking around, it seemed to be a luxurious suite. Sig sat down on a nearby sofa and picked up a cup of coffee to drink.
Flying Squirrel was furious, with too many questions to ask. For a moment, he didn't know how to begin.
“Sig-san, with something like this happening, how can you be so calm?”
“Perhaps my adaptability is stronger. By the way, Flying Squirrel, isn’t your mind clearer? You were quite skilled when commanding the Guardians.”
“I was just following habitual thinking… Wait, you were here earlier?”
Sig simply stated, “You should rein in Albedo a bit. Her gaze is practically devouring.”
He had originally intended to eavesdrop and then just give some excuse for not being present, and no one would blame him. He only showed up because Flying Squirrel was truly in a difficult position.
Albedo’s undisguised affection was truly impossible to ignore. If Flying Squirrel hadn’t been there, he probably would have been attacked. Being too crazy was not good.
“I understand.”
Flying Squirrel’s tone immediately softened. He changed the subject, asking about what had just happened.
Sig spread his hands; he had no intention of hiding anything.
“You mages probably don’t understand a warrior’s troubles. I didn’t feel it when playing the game, but it’s impossible to do daily activities while wearing armor.”
“But that’s not very safe. What if an enemy attacks?”
Sig said calmly, “You also know my profession composition is very complex. I can exert my strength even without wearing that Evil Dragon Blood Armor, and I have the Instant Armament skill. There’s no need to worry too much.”
Flying Squirrel was helpless, yet he couldn't find fault with that explanation.
The pressure in his heart grew greater and greater. If he did something that didn’t align with the Guardians’ evaluation, it would surely disappoint them, and there was an even more important issue.
If this continued, he wouldn’t be able to face Emerald Tablet-san, nor would he be able to face Sig-san. What should he do?
“You seem to be hiding something from me, Guildmaster,” Sig asked concernedly.
Flying Squirrel’s mouth dropped open, his jawbone seemed to be dislocated, and a green light flashed across his body.
If he weren’t a skeleton, his expression would be very rich right now.
“Sig-san, I need to confess something to you, regarding Albedo.”
Sig feigned surprise, hiding a slight upward curve of his lips. The fun was about to begin.
“What?!”
