Plans and Tea

Ainz's POV

It's been a few weeks after my success in anchoring my current number of Angels and introducing them to the mass.

And let me just say that things just got better and easier for the most part.

With the influx of Angelic population, it had made things easier for me to push through with my plans in creating my own civilization.

While the other low tier angels busy themselves with managing the mortals in Ax Island and with the help of the brilliant minds and creative prowess of the high tier ones, it has become a breeze.

From where should we place our foundation for our founding city, its architectural design, the resource gathering, the food upkeep, people management, work distribution, waste disposal etc.

'Am I even still needed here?' I jokingly thought to myself.

All I had to do was think of something, discuss it amongst those angels that have gathered and they could just literally think of the best and most efficient ways to make it possible.

I also made few suggestions here and there, like reviving the slime cores in my inventory to deal with the waste and also serve as guardians of the sewers.

I also thought of planting these random sticks and serve it as an anchor for Dryads and Trents that I could revive and let them serve as silent spies within the 'Green Hells'.

So they could at least, dwell on a tree that originated from the game instead of the trees local here.

'Besides, maybe those trees might grow into something special and magical'

They were so amazed by my genius ideas that they praised me so much for so long I have to dismiss the entire meeting.

I was also thinking of creating a kingdom based on the Angelarium Clans' aesthetic, it being Roman-Greek in architecture.

With the fact that I am the only one that has actually stepped foot and been inside the Melancholic Tower and ventured all the halls and floors of the Clan, I have to do all the talking while the Angels do all the drawing and taking notes.

When they heard my idea, they were so full of praises once again as to how a brilliant and genius man I was and it was already to be expected of me as their Lord to be as such.

"Sasuga Ainz-sama!" spoke one spectacled Angel with a huge demoni- I mean angelic smirk? smile? I don't know what to call it.

'Sheesh~ Alright! Tell me more~' I thought to myself as I was doing my best not to blush and laugh maniacally.

I was also not confident with my writing and drawing skills, so I opted through the verbal approach.

'It would be a lifelong embarrassment if I were to show them my handwriting and arts skills.'

'Unless they could actually read through my scribbles and be awed by stick figures.'

And I've also thought and discussed with them about the creation of our own culture.

It was still up to debate but we have decided that in terms of arts and music, most would be influenced by the European Renaissance Era.

Excluding the art of sculpting, we unanimously agreed to keep the Roman-Greek sculpting culture.

'It would be a huge cultural event!'

With how famously detailed the sculptures from ancient Greece and Rome was in Earth, it would surely be a huge hit in this world!

'I could already imagine, the rest of the world rushing to Sothoryos just to catch a glimpse on a sculpture that could even seduce a cold heartless man'

Kings and Queens would die trying to commission a sculpture from us with hefty pay!

'It's also a great marketing technique to futures arts schools, a great boost in economy and a huge cultural influence to the world!'

I haven't really seen much of the cultural aspects of Westeros based on the Series.

'Just clothes and armor and a bit of tavern music?'

'Probably because, they've been too cooped up with wars, feasts and debauchery?'

'How uncultured...'

"How distasteful..."

"I am so sorry that the tea is not to your liking, Lord Ainz! Please! Punish me as you see fit!" I heard someone said in utmost remorse.

Only to find an Angel.

A [Principality of Nature], one of the few Angelic Principalities of the 3rd Triad: The Heavenly Messengers that I can summon.

She has a strong desire to brew tea, make people feel warm about it and hope that everyone will like it.

That's what she told me when I interviewed her, so I gave her the name, Chrysanthiel.

Get it? Chrysanthemum Tea? Chrysanthiel?

Naming my summons, was such a great burden.

With numerous Angels so eager to receive the grace of being named, it has placed a HUGE pressure on me.

'I don't have the best naming sense and yet these guys wants me to name them... If only they knew where I got those names from, which I did give to some of them, they would surely slap their own faces'

To make it easier for me, I named them based on anything I could take note of based on their aesthetics, their personality, their jobs, and if they don't have any, then I just name them randomly, ranging from flowers, trees and many more.

'There are some faces that I found familiar so they were named after movie stars, games, comics and other media characters'

"Eh?" It took a me a while, only for me to realize that I may have said it out loud which caused a great misunderstanding.

"No, Chrysanthiel. Rise, it is not you nor your tea that I find distasteful. I just thought of something that reminded me of such. It is not your fault" I explained as I rose from my seat and beckoned the kowtowing angel to stand up.

"Truly, Milord? You do not find me displeasing nor my tea distasteful?" She looked at me with a serene and tearful eyes.

"Of course, child. If I was, I wouldn't have summoned you here to this plane"

"Besides, I thought you wanted to brew tea for everyone? Now why would I extinguish such dreams?" I told her warmly. Like a Grandpa towards his grandchild.

'He remembers...' Chrysantiel said something I wasn't able to hear well.

She only looked at me with warm and adoring eyes. And a warm smile. Like a child that was grateful for not being punished.

"I truly do like your brew. As a matter of fact, there is one task that I would like for you to do" I told her as I returned to my marble seat.

We are currently on my make shift office made out of Oak wood and white marble.

"I would be honored to be of service, Milord. What must I do?" eager and excited laced in her voice.

"I would like for you to brew tea, along with your fellow sisters, to be served to the people of Ax Island. Of course, that includes your other brothers and sisters of the hierarchy. They surely enjoy your brew as much as I do. Are you up for it?"

With a big smile adoring her angelic face she answered.

"YES!!! I'll make sure to brew the best tea ther-! I-I mean... Ahem! It will be done, Lord Ainz" she said her piece, bowed and excitedly left.

*Phew*

"Handling eager children is never easy... Do you think our children would have been the same?"

I asked, as my eyes lingered upon a parchment with an image of a slender winged woman, drawn amateurishly, like it was made by a child.

But deep inside, I know.

No matter how crude of shape or form.

It is her...

As I traced my fingertips on it's side with the flickering of the light.

"My Love... I dearly miss you"

-----

A little bit of missing our dear Heroine won't hurt, right? ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ HAHAHAHAHA

I made this to slowly integrate the image of what our Kingdom/Empire might look like in the future.

Comment down below what ideas you have on what our civilization should be like, from clothes to culture and traditions they can have.

Thank you once again to you all for reading and stoning me these past few days! ( ꈍᴗꈍ) I'm loving the attention and praise HAHAHAHAHA

I will add more special readers in the story as Unpaid Actors to play as Side Characters of the Story, like our dear good boy, Cuslto! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I thought you may have liked it based on the comments of the previous one, and to keep this story interesting and light. Compared to the heavy 1st Arc. (≧▽≦)

Have a great day everyone! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤