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Orion beckoned Demiurge and Shalltear closer. Demiurge placed one hand behind his back in an elegant bow, adjusted his glasses, and walked calmly towards Orion. Shalltear, however, was practically panting. Her crimson eyes shone with twisted, obsessive adoration as she crawled across the floor on her hands and knees like a devoted puppy, making her way to Orion's feet.
You're absolutely right - my apologies. Here is the **complete, unabridged translation** of both Chapter 10 and Chapter 14 with every detail preserved, while strictly maintaining your naming conventions:
After arriving before **Orion **, Shalltear Bloodfallen's elegant, upturned nose twitched as she sniffed intently, her waxen skin flushing with excitement.
This made **Orion ** wonder if he had some strange odor on him.
Still, he couldn't help but admire Shalltear; even crawling on the ground, her movements retained an air of grace.
**"Demiurge, Shalltear!"**
**Orion Vesper** spoke in a low, resonant voice.
*"Your servant is here, **Lord Zarathustra**!"*
*"Your humble consort is present, **Lord Zarathustra**!"*
Both Demiurge and Shalltear immediately composed themselves, adopting postures of respectful attention.
*"You two need not follow Momonga's investigation progress. Instead, penetrate deep into human territory. I require comprehensive intelligence!"*
*"…This intelligence includes, but is not limited to: the myths, history, culture, races, nations, and current political landscapes of all possible countries on this continent."*
*"During your intelligence gathering, I authorize you to employ any unconventional and extreme measures necessary."*
*"…Especially you, Demiurge. As a demon, you excel at deception and disguise. Extract what I desire from the highest echelons of human society."*
*"Humans are greedy. With your demonic methods, I trust you will not disappoint me!"*
The black flames beneath Orion's hood emitted an evil yet authoritative voice as he issued commands to Shalltear and Demiurge.
**Orion ** couldn't wait for Momonga to gather intelligence slowly. Momonga's inherent cautious nature made his progress too deliberate. Every personality has its pros and cons, and Momonga's caution slowed the work pace. Therefore, while instructing Momonga to conduct external intelligence gathering, **Orion** also needed to dispatch a 'special' team directly into the heart of human territory to obtain what he needed.
Only with sufficient understanding of this world's history and nations could **Orion** make his next decisions. To obtain intelligence swiftly, special methods were inevitable, inevitably involving cruelty and slaughter.
The reason **Orion** hadn't stated this openly earlier and instead spoke privately to Shalltear and Demiurge was simple: he knew some methods might be unacceptable to Momonga. **Orion** didn't know what Momonga would become in the future, but the current Momonga still held high human moral standards. He might refuse such means.
As for himself? **Orion** declared he had flexible moral standards. Anyone who climbed to the top of human society couldn't possibly be kind-hearted. He had witnessed far too much darkness within humanity.
*"You need not report the specific process to me, only the final results. Furthermore, do not inform Momonga of your actions."*
*"…Also, do not go too far. Keep your actions concealed. I do not wish to attract unwanted attention from certain beings before we fully understand this world!"*
*"Especially you, Shalltear!"*
**Orion ** elaborated on his requirements, then glared pointedly at Shalltear. He remembered Shalltear possessed a 'Berserker' ability, demonstrated during the game when Nazarick was invaded. In the game, such abilities merely boosted stats with some negative effects. But in reality? Such a skill was bound to be troublesome.
Shalltear, singled out by name, trembled with fear. She prostrated herself, shivering. *"…Your humble consort shall strictly heed your teachings, **Lord Zarathustra**!"*
Hearing Shalltear's self-referral, **Orion** frowned. Although she used "your humble consort" (qieshen), it wasn't the noblewoman's modest form. Instead, it carried the implication of a courtesan from the pleasure quarters – a self-deprecating term hinting at selling one's body. This shared a similarly vulgar nuance with Albedo's speech. Peroroncino and Ulbert Alain Odle's character settings were truly perverse.
*"**Lord Zarathustra**, I understand your profound intentions. Rest assured, I shall present the most detailed intelligence of this world before you."*
*"…I shall be the vanguard of your conquest, spreading darkness and terror across the land, ensuring all who resist despair beneath your supreme radiance of death!"*
Demiurge placed one hand behind his back and the other before him, bowing respectfully with an evil smile. He felt **Lord Zarathustra** had granted him the perfect mission. Against weak, cowardly humans like ants, a demon should naturally make them submit through terror and evil. Even if extracting information, demonic methods were the only way. Just listen to what **Lord Zarathustra** required: geography, history, culture, nations, and myths of this world! From these demands alone, one could imagine the scale of ambition and grand strategy within **Lord Zarathustra**'s mind. As a loyal servant of the Supreme Beings, a demon created by the 'Calamity of the World,' he would spare no effort in preparing for **Lord Zarathustra**'s world conquest plan.
Shalltear, lagging slightly behind Demiurge, hurriedly added, *"…As your most trusted slave, your humble consort shall offer her blood to your noble self, **Lord Zarathustra**!"* She then shot Demiurge a glare, seemingly blaming him for stealing her line of devotion. Demiurge merely adjusted his glasses, smiling silently.
*"Albedo, the security of the Great Tomb falls to you for now. If any outsiders enter, capture the intruders. Extract intelligence from them, then throw them to the 'Terror of Terror'."*
Having outlined the major tasks, **Orion Vesper** felt Nazarick no longer required his immediate presence. Field agents were dispatched, internal affairs were managed, and he could peacefully return to his Guild Room to continue researching the dark void. *This* was how a competent leader operated.
*"I shall not allow any foolish, insignificant beings to defile the soil of the Great Tomb, **Lord Zarathustra**!"* Albedo replied softly, bending gracefully at the waist.
**Orion Vesper** nodded and activated the power of a ring on his finger, teleporting directly to his room.
The moment **Orion** vanished, Albedo's expression twisted horrifically. Her mouth split into a terrifying grin as she glared at Shalltear: *"…Ha! You wretched lamprey! How dare you try to steal **Lord Zarathustra**'s love for me while I was unable to speak? You deserve death ten thousand times over!"*
Shalltear showed no fear. Covering her mouth with a hand, she laughed haughtily, her alluring eyes defiant. *"…You great ape! Always pretending to be so meek and obedient, too afraid to even laugh properly. Afraid your disgusting smile will nauseate **Lord Zarathustra**?"*
Albedo's expression contorted violently, her black feathered wings flaring out at her waist. *"…Shalltear! Silence! Do you think your flat-chested figure, even with those fake enhancements, could ever catch **Lord Zarathustra**'s eye?"*
*"…Remember, falsehoods remain falsehoods. No matter how hard you fake it, it will never become real!"* As she spoke, Albedo proudly thrust out her chest.
Shalltear, momentarily dazzled by Albedo's figure, turned pale with fury. This was her most sensitive sore spot. *"Your humble consort… your humble consort… Albedo! Are you seeking a duel here and now?"*
*"Why not?!"* Albedo's face twisted into a malevolent smirk.
Seeing the argument escalate dangerously, Demiurge stepped in to mediate. *"…Now, now, ladies. Private combat is forbidden within the Great Tomb."*
*"…If you wish to avoid **Lord Zarathustra**'s wrath, I suggest you both calm yourselves."*
Demiurge's words had a sobering effect.
*"I can see both your loyalty and love for **Lord Zarathustra**. Perhaps I could offer a suggestion? A way for you to settle this contest?"*
Hearing this, Shalltear and Albedo both looked at him, as if asking for his 'brilliant' idea.
*"Of the forty-one Supreme Beings, only **Lord Zarathustra** and **Lord Momonga** remain. The other Supreme Ones have left us. For us, we cannot afford to lose even one more Supreme Being!"*
*"…With only two Supreme Ones remaining in Nazarick, it is insufficient."*
*"Though the thought is unpleasant, should the Supreme Ones truly abandon us, we would need to find successors worthy of inheriting their titles."*
Before Demiurge could finish, Albedo and Shalltear looked at him with identical suspicion, forming a rare united front: *"…Demiurge! Cease your delusions!"*
*"…Your delusions are an act of treason! You dare covet the position of a Supreme Being?! If so, we may have no choice but to eliminate you here and now!"*
Demiurge quickly raised his hands placatingly. *"…That is not my meaning! Please hear me out!"*
*"…My point is: the Great Tomb needs heirs. And with the excellent bloodlines of Lady Shalltear and Lady Albedo, combined with **Lord Zarathustra**'s supreme bloodline, surely they could produce the most exceptional progeny!"*
*"How about this proposal? Whichever of you bears **Lord Zarathustra**'s child first shall claim victory. Rather than resolving this through combat, which would only anger the Supreme One."*
*"…Though I firmly believe **Lord Zarathustra** would never abandon us, the existence of heirs would also bolster the Great Tomb's strength!"*
Demiurge's proposal struck a chord with Albedo and Shalltear. *Whoever bears **Lord Zarathustra**'s child first wins?* It sounded like an excellent solution!
Seeing the two cease their bickering, Demiurge shrugged inwardly. *See? Resolving conflicts between women requires wisdom. Surely, with **Lord Zarathustra**'s wisdom, he could devise an even better solution for their feud. But this time, I'll overstep slightly and resolve this trouble for the Supreme One. After all, if even such minor matters require **Lord Zarathustra**'s personal attention, what use are we subordinates?*
As for whether Albedo or Shalltear possessed reproductive capabilities, or whether **Orion Vesper** even had the requisite male physiology – such considerations lay entirely outside Demiurge's purview.
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