In addition, there were many unrealistic weapons here that stretched the definition of actually being called weapons. Those were the kind that could not possibly be sheathed, or which were more decorative than useful, and so on. No, these weapons were in the majority.
Almost none of them were made of anything as ordinary as mere steel.
There was a sword with a blade of blue crystal, a pure-white sword with gold inlays and engravings, a black sword with purple runes along its body, and even a bow that seemed to have been strung with pure light.
Then there were other weapons that looked dangerous even at a glance.
There was a two-handed axe whose blade constantly dripped fresh blood. Tormented faces appeared and vanished on the black metal of a gigantic mace. There was a lance that resembled human hands clasping each other. And then there were many more weapons like these, in amounts which defied easy counting.
One could guess that most of them were magic weapons, but the exact effect each of them had was a mystery. One might be able to guess the purpose of a sword whose blade flickered like a flame, but it was impossible to know the abilities of a sword whose blade looked like a whip and which wriggled like a centipede.
The group looked at these weapons on either side as they silently walked through the Armory. Before long a hundred meters and thousands of weapons later they reached their destination, which was a rectangular room.
It might have been used to receive guests since there was a table and sofa set in the middle of the otherwise empty room. There were other passages visible to the left and right that looked similar to the one through which Arthur and company had entered.
There was only one route that led further on, in contrast to the way they had entered. The atmosphere of that way was also dramatically different. If the previous room had been like a treasure troop, then the next one was like a museum.
The height of the room was about the same as the previous one, but the dim interior extended further in. It was hard to tell due to the angles, but it looked like there was a large niche set into the wall, with something placed within it.
After hearing the sounds of surprise from behind him, Arthur said:
"Within lies the Mausoleum."
"The Mausoleum?"
"Hm? Albedo... do you not know the name of that room?"
Well, I did pick that name myself... If it's like this, Albedo might not even know the name of the Treasury's Guardian...
"Then, do you know of Pandora's Actor?" It was not Arthur who asked; it was Aurora, who had been silent throughout the entire journey.
"Yes, I do. As the Guardian Overseer, I am aware of his name and appearance. Pandora's Actor is the Co-Guardian of the Chaos, and his abilities are on par with any Guardians. Other than managing the 11th floor on Aurara's behalf, his purpose is also to prepare the currency needed to activate Nazarick's defence network. From what I heard, Pandora's Actor was created by Lord Momonga to manage the expenses of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. In other words, he is the treasurer.
"That's pretty much it. However, that is not all. That fellow—"
Before Arthur could finish, he was interrupted the NPC'S turned to look at one of the other passages and saw an entity there.
That being had a bizarre appearance.
On the seat sat a figure clad in a magnificent black academic robe, edged in violet and gold. The collar seemed excessive, but somehow it fit the overall design.
However, the exposed head was a bare skull. Points of dark red light glowed in its large eye sockets, and behind that skull glowed a halo of black radiance.
It was none other than Momonga himself.
Albedo cried out in surprise:
"Momonga-sama!"
This was one of the Forty One Supreme Beings the infamous necromancer.
"No, that's not him!" she immediately continued.
The rest of the Guardians watched Albedo's reaction and swiftly moved into action.
All of them went into battle, except Demiurge and Aurora.
Then, Angrboda and Cocytus slid next to Albedo's side, in front of Arthur. As they are the ones with a high HP pool.
"Who are you!? Even if you disguise yourself and your presence as a Supreme Being, I would not mistake my own master for anyone else!"
The mysterious being who looked like Momonga merely turned its head at Albedo's question, but did not make any reply.
"—Really now. Kill it."
As that cold voice rang forth, Guardians showed a little hesitation. Though this was an unknown opponent, they were still a little reluctant to attack someone who resembled one of their creators.
"That's enough. Return to your true form, Pandora's Actor!"
Momonga's skeleton body is distorted.
In the space of a heartbeat, another heteromorphic being stood where the impostor Momonga had been, though it was something else entirely.
Its face was flat, with no nose or other facial features. Its mouth and eyes were replaced by three empty holes. There were no eyeballs, teeth, or a tongue; just three black holes which looked like they had been drawn on by a child with a black marker.
The pink, egg-like head was smooth and shiny, without a single hair to mar its surface.
This strange character and Arthur both came from the same kin—Doppelgangers.
His name was Pandora's Actor, and he was a level one hundred NPC personally designed by Momonga and placed in charge of the Nazarick finance. His talents lay in disguise, and he could copy forty-five separate forms and even their abilities' potency. Though only at eighty per cent of the originals.
His hat bore the crest of Ainz Ooal Gown, while the uniform he wore was very similar to the uniforms used by Neo-Nazi elite guards during the Euro-Arcology Wars twenty years ago.
After forcefully clicking his heels together, he raised his right hand to his cap in a grossly overacted salute.
"I bid you a fond welcome, Ancient One-sama"
"...You seem quite lively."
"Indeed! I burst with energy every day! Speaking of which, may I know the purpose for which you have come? With these fair ladies and gentlemen."
Albedo and the rest of the guardians returned to their positions behind Arthur after the Co-Guardian revealed himself, although many of them had different looks on their faces.
"We need items that are specialized in AoE buffing. We will be going into the innermost vaults to retrieve World Class Items."
"Of what do you speak!? Has the time come to unleash their power!?"
Pandora's Actor put on an exaggerated look of shock. This act made Arthur furrow his eyebrows.
Is he asking for a showdown? Sorry, actor, your puny performance will not provoke me, for I have become mature.
[You don't say.] Friday commented to Arthur inner thoughts.
"...Mm, you're right. I intend to withdraw {Ahura Mazda}, {Greed and Generosity}, and {Depiction of Nature and Society}.
"...And what of the rest of them?"
"Leave them. They will be used if the situation calls so. The fact that they're so powerful means you have to think about the right time and place to use them."
"Indeed, it is so. For these legendary treasures, so mighty and potent that they are worthy of being called trump cards, which can make the impossible possible, or even change the face of the entire world-"
"—Pandora's Actor, I'd like to test your knowledge; there are two hundred World Class Items, but how many of them are you familiar with?"
"Forgive me, Ancient-sama, but I only know of fifty of them."
Arthur nodded in acknowledgement. Those were the World Class Items that Ainz Ooal Gown possessed.
"Is that so, Pandora's Actor? I seem to have asked you a pointless question."
"Certainly not; I must tender my sincerest apologies for my lack of knowledge."
With that, he bowed. Every move he made was exaggerated to the point of being ridiculous.
"...Never mind. I will be heading to the Mausoleum soon. Has anything happened here?"
"Of course not, everything within this domain is the sole property of yourself and all your colleagues, Ancient-sama. How could anything happen?"
With a theatrical flourish, he gestured all around him.
"Although, it is with a heavy heart that I confess that I was hoping you intended to make use of my abilities, My Good Sir."
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