The ninth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, serving as the residence for guild members, was a luxurious royal suite.
Sigris walked through the spacious corridor; the pristine, marble-like floor reflected the bright ceiling lights, and looking up, he could see a magnificent chandelier.
Even well-traveled individuals would marvel at the inhumanly extravagant decor; from the outside, it resembled a white castle, visibly crafted with immense effort.
It comprised not only private rooms for guild members and NPCs but also various facilities such as living rooms, reception rooms, round table conference rooms, and offices.
Furthermore, amenities like a large bathhouse, dining hall, beauty salon, clothing store, general store, and nail salon were all available, encompassing every possible daily entertainment activity.
Although these facilities were meaningless in YGGDRASIL, they could now be put to use.
What a group of lovely companions, Sigris curled his lips.
Unlike the Undead, Dragonkin were not as efficient; as living beings, they required food and sleep, as eating and sleeping well ensured a pleasant mood.
While Flying Squirrel had compulsory calmness to maintain his sanity, over time, the human part of him would fall into deep exhaustion.
Even when tired, his body remained in peak condition, and the inability to sleep would truly drive one mad.
Perhaps eventually, the part belonging to Suzuki Satoru would gradually disappear, completely losing all emotions, and thinking entirely from the perspective of Nazarick’s ruler; Flying Squirrel must have already realized this.
Changing one's race was akin to deleting and re-creating a character, which was clearly unrealistic.
Sigris wasn't too worried; if Flying Squirrel truly minded, he would have confided in him.
If Flying Squirrel himself didn't think it was a big deal, then there was no need for Sigris to say anything.
Looking at the exquisite clock on the wall, it was now nine o'clock in the evening.
The ninth floor had a restaurant exclusively for guild members, which he remembered was designed by Tenmei Ichiga, who was a head chef in a restaurant in real life and had extensive knowledge in this area.
Although it was past dinner time, no one would refuse to cook for him as a Supreme Being, but becoming such a black-hearted boss was still ill-advised.
As he pondered, three maids appeared from around the corner; upon seeing who was in front of them, their laughter abruptly ceased.
At the same time, they knelt on one knee, bowing their heads in salute, and even their shouts were perfectly synchronized, as if rehearsed.
“Greetings, Sigris-sama!”
Sigris had initially thought that in his current appearance, they might not recognize him, and he could simply brush it off, but they recognized him easily.
The only Dragonkin in Nazarick were him and Sebas; recognition by race was not difficult.
Since the NPCs could distinguish fellow companions, it was normal for them to recognize the only two Supreme Beings; perhaps there was a special method of identification.
“Have you finished cleaning?”
One of the short-haired maids shouted, her voice cracking from excessive excitement; realizing this, she nervously clenched her fingers until her fingertips turned white, and the other two also looked uneasy.
Seeing that Sigris said nothing, they dared to speak.
“Sigris-sama, your room has been cleaned by a specialist and is ready for you to rest at any time. We just finished eating in the dining hall and are preparing to clean the main hall.”
Sigris nodded, saying faintly, “You’ve worked hard.”
“Please don’t say that; serving the Supreme Beings is the sole reason for our existence.”
Sigris nodded; hearing “dining hall,” he immediately became interested.
Looking down at the ten rings on his hand, although the game limited the number of rings one could wear, players who valued ability would use high-level paid items to wear rings on both hands, activating all their ring abilities simultaneously.
The ruby ring on his right hand bore the Ainz Ooal Gown emblem; this was the guild ring, and every guild member had one. The blue ring next to it was the Nutrient Ring.
In YGGDRASIL, simply wearing the Nutrient Ring solved the problem of eating, but in reality, it was better to eat real food.
Sigris took off the Nutrient Ring, muttering, “I wonder what Nazarick’s food tastes like…”
After Sigris walked away, the three maids belatedly stood up, feeling as if they had been dreaming; they had actually spoken with a Supreme Being, something an inferior servant wouldn't even dare to imagine.
“Sigris-sama is so gentle!”
“Quiet down; don’t disturb Sigris-sama.”
“It should be fine; Sigris-sama has already gone far.”
“Sigris-sama is truly a handsome man!”
The other two nodded.
Sigris tilted his head, sighing helplessly, “I can hear you.”
The reason he didn't want to be recognized was precisely because he would always be called “Sigris-sama,” which felt like a broken record; compared to that, “Sigris-dono” was barely acceptable to him.
Pushing open the dining hall door, he saw neatly arranged long tables covered with white cloths, with several stools placed on both sides. Some maids were moving around, most having finished eating and preparing for work.
Sigris noticed a row of shelves on the side, three layers in total, almost filled with food; that was the buffet counter.
All forty-one maids in Nazarick were artificial beings, with a selective racial penalty of increased food consumption, so food had to be prepared in abundance.
“Crispy bacon, creamed corn soup, onion soup, sausages, french fries, Danish pastry, and cheese…”
After a quick look, Sigris found that all the dishes here were Western-style; if possible, he wanted something more filling.
He walked up to the masked male servant, “Hmm, I’d like some fruit juice and beef, and if there’s any flatbread, you can serve a portion.”
The male servant, enveloped by a terrifying aura, immediately knelt and bowed, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Only then did Sigris realize he had forgotten that the servant couldn't speak, which annoyed him slightly, as he had specifically used concealment magic.
It seemed that from a distance it was fine, but once he got too close, he would still be quickly recognized.
“What happened?”
The dining hall door opened again, and the male servant made a grand entrance, dragging a butler assistant.
“Ah, the penguin is here.”
“Why is he here now?”
The maids’ attitude towards the penguin was far from good, which was understandable.
Because he always made grand pronouncements about ruling Nazarick, even with the Supreme Beings’ setting, repeatedly saying such things inevitably made people unbearable.
While everyone was distracted, Sigris teleported over, grabbed the penguin, and closed the dining hall door, leaving the male servant standing beside him, looking confused.
The butler assistant, Eclair, was a birdman, only Level 1, created by Azuki-mochi.
It was said that his level was set so low to align with the setting of wanting to rule the Great Tomb of Nazarick, to prevent any chaos.
“Greetings, Sigris-sama!”
After being placed on the ground, Eclair immediately took out a small comb to tidy his hair and straighten his tie, striving to face the Supreme Being in the most perfect posture.
Sigris suddenly thought of something, “Is that male servant your subordinate?”
