Obsession: Albedo’s Desire

As he stepped into the Purple Potion House, the male patrons stirred quietly, the courtesans gasped in awe, and the staff widened their eyes.

A rising figure in E-Rantel: silver hair, heterochromatic eyes, a beauty that stunned even Nazarick's minions. Always accompanied by stunning maids or a lady rivaling Princess Renner's famed allure. Those in politics knew his ties to Momon, the Dark Hero, and the Sorcerer Kingdom's core.

Yet here he was, alone.

"First time here. No letter of introduction, but can I play?"

A staff member approached, rubbing hands. He handed over a heavy coin pouch.

"Enough?"

A mountain of gold coins spilled out enough to buy someone's freedom or rent the entire establishment.

"Keep the excess. I'll be back."

The ground floor, resembling a high-end tavern, doubled as a showcase and lounge. Food and drink were available. The courtesans swarmed him, drawn to this rare prize.

Meanwhile, Solution trembled with rage.

"What? He's not here? How? I'm here! This is absurd!"

"As you say, my lady," the maid replied, helpless.

Albedo had arrived, days early. Though their "feast" was set weekly, visits weren't forbidden.

"Where is he?"

"Exploring the city, with Lord Ainz's permission."

"Ainz…"

The maid spoke truth but omitted details. Admitting he was at a brothel risked disaster. Albedo, the merciful saint of Nazarick, never acted cruelly, but her flushed face, unsteady steps, and reeking breath betrayed drunkenness. Solution doubted her restraint.

Protecting him wasn't loyalty it was self-preservation.

"I'll wait," Albedo declared, sinking onto a backless chaise, legs crossed.

"He may be late."

"I'll wait."

Her eyes were fixed, unyielding.

"I'm bored. Get me a drink."

"Only local liquor here."

"Something good."

"…Understood."

Solution, teary-eyed, fled to her brother's atelier, where he researched softening Hamsuke's fur and blending fine liquors. She recalled a potent brew he'd crafted—too strong for humans, a mere spoonful enough to unhinge the mind.

She'd tested it on a kidnapped adventurer. He babbled of rainbows, melting walls, and a silver demon before his mind collapsed. Distilled repeatedly, infused with herbs, toxins, and Solution's own extracts, it surpassed black powder's effects. Her brother had downed a bottle unfazed, then sealed it as addictive.

"This has a fine aroma," Albedo remarked.

The clear liquor sparkled in a slender glass, purple bubbles rising and dissolving.

"Blended for you by my brother," Solution said, truthful—it was meant as a cocktail base.

"Your brother? Quite close, aren't you?" Albedo sneered, sipping slowly.

"Kyuu…"

"Albedo-sama!?"

She collapsed instantly. Already drunk, debuffed to feel liquor's full effect, the devilish brew overwhelmed her level-100 resilience.

Solution panicked as Albedo slumped to the floor.

Unaware, her brother was sandwiched between two courtesans.

In Re-Estize's finest inn, Lakyus muttered, compiling a report for Princess Renner on E-Rantel's state. The Sorcerer Kingdom's city thrived—clean, vibrant, prosperous—unlike the decaying, disease-ridden capital.

The kingdom had declined under a foolish king. Renner's policies were mere bandages, not cures. Jaldabaoth's attack and the empire's war, crushed by the Sorcerer King's magic, left the kingdom on death row. Extinction was imminent.

Unbeknownst to Lakyus, Renner orchestrated its fall.

Lakyus, leader of Blue Rose, an adamantine adventurer team, was a noble-born prodigy at 19. She saw Renner as a friend; Renner saw her as a pawn. A tragic irony.

"Report done?" Gagaran called, the team carousing downstairs.

"Mostly. I'll deliver it tomorrow."

Lakyus sighed, joining them. The kingdom's decay weighed heavily.

Gagaran nodded. "That noble girl we met didn't change a bit."

At E-Rantel's Golden Radiance Inn, they'd re-encountered a merchant's daughter, as beautiful as Renner but venom-tongued.

"They let filthy adventurers in here despite better cuisine since the Sorcerer Kingdom took over?"

Gagaran retorted, "Your precious Momon's an adventurer too!"

"I didn't say adventurers are filthy. I said filthy adventurers. Can't you barbarians understand? At least you know you're filthy."

Her haughty laugh stung. Worse was her companion, a stunning man with heterochromatic eyes.

"Solution, don't say that. They're kingdom adventurers. A spell turns all their gold and adamantine to rubble. It's not their fault they're pathetic. Though choosing to stay that way is their choice."

His calm words cut deeper, stating undeniable truths about the kingdom's rot. The inn's patrons, former kingdom citizens, silently agreed, their pitying looks unbearable. Blue Rose had never faced such humiliation.

The memory silenced their drinks. Only Evileye's muttering persisted.

"Momon-sama, Momon-sama, lies, lies, he can't have a fiancée…"

Lakyus and Gagaran exchanged glances.

Evileye, the masked child of Blue Rose, a vampire over 250 years old, was shattered. Rescued by Momon during Jaldabaoth's attack, she'd fallen for him. Yet the man revealed Momon's betrothal to a noblewoman, confirmed by sightings at his mansion. Evileye had collapsed in despair.

"That lady nodded too. Must be a real beauty," Gagaran said.

"Sorry, Evileye…" Lakyus trailed off.

"Shut up! Momon-sama, Momon-sama…"

"Evileye, you're loud."

"Sounds like 'Monmon-sama' now."

Evileye sobbed. Her first love, unconfessed, was lost.

The team avoided comforting her, whether out of bond or avoidance.

"That man… I feel I've seen him before," Lakyus mused. His blue eye was clear yet empty; his red eye burned with passion. Unforgettable, yet elusive.

"Stop, Lakyus. He's a player. You'll get burned," Gagaran warned.

"Not like that!"

"Maybe just for fun."

"Virgin Snow's finally melting!"

"I said it's not like that!"

"Momon-sama, Momon-sama…"

Despite their kingdom's doom, Blue Rose remained carefree.

Albedo awoke on a bed in E-Rantel's dining hall, straddling a man in a lurid dream. Wet sounds echoed as he thrust into her, filling both holes, relentless. Her mouth, hands—every part was claimed. Semen and urine coated her, each act pushing her to climax. She lost count of her peaks, drowning in pleasure until the man became Ainz's skeletal form, jarring her awake.

Her canopy bed, adorned with blue moon and red sun motifs, greeted her. The dream lingered vividly—heat, penetration, ecstasy. Her dress and sheets were soaked with sweat and fluids, her body mirroring the dream's incontinence.

A refreshing dream turned sour.

She rose, needing to wash and change.

"Awake? I've prepared a simple meal," a familiar voice said.

The man she'd longed to see stood there, smiling, witnessing her disheveled state—tangled hair, wet sheets. No woman could bear such shame.

"Aaaah!"

She hurled a pillow with level-100 force. It struck softly, knocking him down. When he looked up, Albedo was gone.

Solution later cleaned the "Albedo juice" from the bed, noting its intensity, likely from the liquor.