Flying Squirrel sat majestically in his chair at the antiquated desk.
Although 'majestic' might not be the most accurate descriptor, it certainly appeared so in the eyes of the Guardians; even reading seemed charming to him.
The rustling of turning pages filled the quiet room.
With this body, even prolonged sitting wouldn't cause issues like cervical spondylosis, and stiffness was nonexistent. Flying Squirrel read tirelessly for several hours.
Not feeling hunger or fatigue, it was easy to lose track of time, even though he had only intended to pass the time.
Albedo had everything meticulously organized, Demiurge was busy coordinating intelligence and building defense networks, and each Guardian was diligently performing his duties.
Flying Squirrel suddenly didn't know what to do. He thought, 'Perhaps I should discuss it with Sig again. Two heads are better than me overthinking things alone here.'
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Flying Squirrel glanced at the other person in the room.
He decided to ask Sebas to excuse himself later. Even if it displeased him, there was nothing he could do. After angering him with his solo outing last time, this would be the second time.
However, it was necessary to maintain the image of the Supreme Beings in the Guardians' hearts.
“Lord Flying Squirrel, do you have any instructions?”
“Ahem, nothing for now. Sig might come over later, don't be surprised.”
“Lord Sig is coming?”
Flying Squirrel noticed that Sebas had visibly brightened, his smile becoming even more radiant, as if there was a strange sense of déjà vu.
Even according to my own character settings, there's no need to be so similar, Touch Me-san!
Sebas looked up at the clock and asked, “It's time for afternoon tea. Should I prepare refreshments?”
Flying Squirrel was about to refuse. Whatever his skeleton body ate would leak out, and Undead didn't need to consume food. He hadn't expected Sebas to make such a mistake.
Just as he was about to speak, Flying Squirrel suddenly realized that Sig wasn't Undead; only he didn't need to eat. He immediately felt embarrassed.
Silently apologizing to Sebas, Flying Squirrel said, “Prepare something simple. Remember, the pastries should be sweet; savory flavors are too strange. No coffee, but you can prepare some tea drinks.”
Sebas listened intently, almost taking notes in a small book. “Lord Flying Squirrel knows Lord Sig's preferences very well, like very good friends.”
Flying Squirrel let out a hearty laugh. “My true good friend should be someone else. You and Demiurge should know a bit about him. The two of us just get along well because we're often online at the same time.”
Peroroncino was Flying Squirrel's good friend. Sig was close with Touch Me and Ulbert, but the two who remained until the very end were them.
Becoming two individuals who relied on each other in this new world was truly fate's doing.
Sebas didn't quite understand these things, but as long as it wasn't just Lord Ulbert, Demiurge's words couldn't be entirely trusted after all.
He bowed slightly. “Lord Flying Squirrel, I will go inform the head chef to prepare immediately. Are there any other arrangements?”
Flying Squirrel said thoughtfully, “I permit you to leave for a while.”
“Yes!” Sebas pushed the door open with light steps and left with extreme speed, as if afraid Flying Squirrel might call him back.
In reality, he was simply efficient in his actions. How could one maliciously speculate about a zealous butler with a karma value of 300?
Moreover, Flying Squirrel preferred to be alone.
Seeing only himself left in the room, the ruler of Nazarick leaned his entire back against the chair, his hands naturally hanging by his sides, finally able to assume a relaxed posture resembling a 'Ge You Lie.'
“Ah, finally I'm alone.”
Having guards follow him everywhere might have initially brought a sense of pride and a desire to show off, but now only an indescribable sense of torment remained.
He had to both run around freely with his guards and constantly maintain the dignity of Nazarick's ruler. Even though he was always surrounded by beautiful women, there was still the pressure of his private life being invaded.
He really wanted to escape outside. If he called Sig, it wouldn't count as going out alone, just enjoying the scenery, Flying Squirrel thought.
Soon, a knock on the door sounded.
Flying Squirrel quickly straightened his posture and said in a ruler's voice, “Come in.”
“Guildmaster, I'm coming in!”
Sig pushed the door open, followed by a woman who could absolutely be called a beauty. Her appearance was very proper, looking only slightly inferior to Albedo, and she exuded a very calm aura.
Yuri Alpha.
The eldest of the battle maids, she wore a very proper maid uniform, with almost no skin exposed except for her face and hands. A metallic waist guard accentuated her excellent body proportions, and her hands wore metal gauntlets covered in spikes. A jewel-encrusted choker was used to fix her head in place.
Flying Squirrel noticed that Yuri was also the intellectual older sister type. Although he didn't know if there was that kind of gap moe, this appearance certainly matched Sig's preferences.
Sig hadn't noticed Flying Squirrel's skewed thoughts at this moment. Sitting on the soft sofa, he felt a bit sleepy, though with his items, he shouldn't feel tired.
Suddenly having nothing to do, he felt incredibly bored and could only pass the time by sleeping.
Albedo had become much more obedient after hearing his advice. Occasionally, when they met, she would just give a normal greeting, then immerse herself in work. He always saw her busy figure.
Sig felt both relieved and envious. He had originally thought he could relax and slack off after coming to this new world, but without electronic products, he simply couldn't quit working. He felt like going out.
He was a Level 1 Language Master, having learned it during his class change, thus possessing a special skill for quickly mastering other languages, making him most suitable for gathering information outside.
Just then, Sebas also returned, and the maid served the desserts.
The table was laden with an array of small cakes on exquisite plates, and the teapot holding the black tea was a luxurious, enlarged version, so exaggerated it looked like a grand tea party was about to begin.
Sig felt the head chef's enthusiasm gushing out as if it had found an outlet. Such a lavish afternoon tea was prepared, and yet they knew Flying Squirrel didn't need to eat food. Did they intend for him to finish it all?
Although he did have a considerable appetite, he felt like they were trying to feed him like a pig. If he couldn't finish, he would be suspected of being dissatisfied, which was truly a headache.
Flying Squirrel said, “You two may withdraw first.”
“Yes!”
With the unspoken understanding that the two Supreme Beings had matters to discuss, the few individuals obediently withdrew without asking for reasons.
In just one second, Flying Squirrel couldn't keep up the act. “What should I do, Sig-san~”