“I wonder what the others are doing right now? Maybe Touch Me is playing with his kid? Maybe something else is going on,” Momonga idly wondered out loud.
There she stood, in office space, with a board in front of her face. She had been thinking about the others on earth for a bit. Letting her mind wander as she noted down all that she had to do, she stepped back from said board. Momonga looked at the thing that she had been working on for the past hour and smiled.
It was a step-by-step list of all that she had to do. Of course, while she wasn’t nearly as smart as Demiurge, she was smart enough to figure out a plan. The first thing that she had done, that was on the list, had been completed.
It was to spread her name. That was a simple matter. The next thing was to build a place of worship in the empire, to make it look, to feel, and be all around professional. That had been done. It was an even more simple thing than before.
She had done that when she went to the place as Calvaria and bought a plot of land. Then, she had built as temple on it, using her persona’s background as a reason. There was a finale thing to do though. She wasn’t quite sure of what to make of it, or what to do with it.
She was to make a nation. Not just any nation, the greatest nation on this globe. Why, one may ask? It was simple, she was just plain disappointed. It was a simple reason to want to make a nation. She saw greedy men and women in power, and she wanted to make sure that they couldn’t take anything from anyone.
It may seem a bit out of character for her, and you would be right. Yet, she simply couldn’t stand the thought of her friends being in the same position back on earth. To see her allies on that eradiated rock that humanity calls a home.
It was, for lack of a better word, annoying. Her NPCs basically called her a goddess already. Why not make it official? Why not make herself a god-queen?
Though, it was easier said than done. After all, she couldn’t simply act without a reason, at least to the other nations on this part of the globe. So, she would try and gain a reason for whatever plan that she was going to get.
The first place that she felt that she could set as a goal was Carne. The small town was after all, worshipping her already. All she would need to do was claim it. then there was the lizard man area.
She pushed that out of the way right away. It didn’t have enough logistical work to work at all. The next idea that she had was E-Rantel. That, in and off itself was a pretty good idea. Though she worried what the people would think if she invaded the place.
The reason that they would invade would be a rather easy thing to come up with. After all, she had devised it already. Some people would come to the tomb, and they would invade for the purpose of stealing from her and the tomb. Of course, she would be watching the whole of the time.
Then, she would then reveal herself at the end of the attack after they repelled the people. They would tell the imperials, as they would be using the empire for this. Momonga would tell them that she had seen them the whole time and were testing them.
Depending on what they did, she might even let some of them live. After all, even if they were partially encouraged by her, they still deserved to be punished in some sort of way. There were many worse fates, after all. Death was mercy.
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Arche sat at the bar table, her against the window. She looked down, down at the ice cold glass of water that she held. Her mind was running a mile a minute. Her family was in debt. She needed to fix it. Her parents had just bought a rather expensive lamp, that, in and of itself had put them a hundred gold in debt.
She needed a big break. She needed work. She needed work and fast. More recently, her little sister’s had started to water the flowers for a new local church. It was a strange place, a place the worshipped a goddess of death.
Sure, there were very few people there. Yet the lessons that they taught were actually rather eye-opening and heart-rending. It was as if the place that they had been written in was a place of constant moral dilemma. They also gave her and her sisters candy, a lot.
She shook her head, those weren’t thoughts she needed to think. Her sisters were paid, but it didn’t do really anything to the debt. She needed to get a better job. It was then that she noticed that one of her party members, Hekkeran.
“What’re you thinking about?” he asked as the others sat at the table as well.
The half elf Imina, the priest Roberdyck, Hekkeran, and herself sat around the table. In Hekkeran’s hands were two mugs of beer, one for himself, and one for his partner Imina. Roberdyck sat there himself, with a glass of water and a plate with a sandwich on it. The leader of their Worker party, Hekkeran, spoke then, his shoulder and arm moving wildly.
“I found a great job offer,” He said simply, “It simply has us going into a deep, dark, dungeon that doesn’t have much information or history to it. While the whole thing is slightly fishy, the guy paying has never lied on his contracts before. I trust it. The pay is fifty gold upfront, and one hundred gold after the fact,” he said, and they all looked to Arche.
She looked back down to her cup in her hands. A tired look marred her face. It was always like this. Her group would take a job like this, and then they would finish it. Then, her parents would come over, tell her that they bought a new lamp, and leave with another debt of a hundred gold.
“It’s a good plan. I just wonder what with happen after, what kind of screwed up plan my parents will have gotten themselves into?” she mumbled, and Roberdyck rubbed her back.
“I know you look out for you sisters, but are you sure there isn’t any place you can go other than those people’s house? If you don’t even feel welcome there, then leave with them,” Imina said, taking a rather long gulp of the beer.
Arche shook her head. She wanted to go with them. She wanted to go with this plan, but she feared what antics her parents would get into. Maybe they’d even sell her sisters for a coin? Maybe not.
“I don’t know. I just don’t want to leave them alone, with my parents,” she intoned.
The others looked to each other, unsure of how to react to that. Yet, she spoke up again. Her tone hopeful.
“I do have a place I can leave them. Let’s take this job!” she exclaimed.
There was much whooping and cheering into the night. The four of them stayed late into the night. Arche didn’t partake in any of the booze, but she did enjoy the company of her friends.
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