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    The city of e-rantel,a glorious city,ruled by the overlord,ains ool gown. The capital of the sorcerer kingdom,is a city of property, merchants flood the markets, because of the cities strategic position. Protected by death Knight''s, ensuring 0% crime,making it more attractive to the already pleased merchants.


    Tough the people at first, weren''t really going outside out of fear,food still needs to be bought and work still need to be done.


    They understood that they''re ruler didn''t seem to have interest in torturing them,a strange thing coming from an undead.


    Though the satisfaction of the people, didn''t come from full markets,and stable jobs.


    As much as for the overall safety . Children could literally play until the next day. It got so bad,once,a group of kids didn''t came home for 3 days. The parents were franticly serching for them, just for the group to casually say,they ate what a stranger gave them,and slept together on the street.


    So the parents introduced curfew on the rascals.


    While the low class , peasants,were happy,the most anxious were the nobles.


    They are still in they''re old position,but the mere thought of coruption,were making them vomit. For what they saw... They saw hell. Albedo,the prime minister,the beautiful women,with the intelligence of a snake ,also sharing it''s coldness,showed them what happened to those incompetence ,those who failed the sorcerer king,and especially... Those who betrays him.


    ... The cockroaches....shiver went down theyre spine: most cruel,demonic,evil...hell itself,that''s the best way to describe it.


    So all decided,to swore complete,and absolute loyalty,that even made albedo a little happy. For even if theyre bugs,they understood the power of the sorcerer king,her darling.


    Overall,the standard of living increased. The society was free in expression,and fair. There were none that abused the sistem.


    Not that they don''t want to,but rather,are incapable,of such complete retardation,as to go against the sorcerer king .


    The laws were as fallowing:


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    Equality for All Races:Unlike the previous human-centric rule, demihumans, monsters, and other non-human races were now welcomed as citizens, provided they obeyed the laws.


    Absolute Order: With undead patrolling every district, riots and crime had become a thing of the past. Justice was swift and merciless.


    Economic Growth: Taxes were lowered, trade flourished, and foreign merchants were protected by the unwavering discipline of the undead guard.


    Mandatory Magic Education: With E-Rantel becoming a center for magical advancement, schools teaching arcane arts had been established, particularly focusing on necromancy and other spellcraft previously considered taboo.


    Respect for the Overlord:Though not enforced harshly, speaking ill of Ainz Ooal Gown was considered foolish-after all, why would one insult the being who brought them security and prosperity?


    Yet, the changes were not merely administrative. Even the city''s atmosphere had shifted. The once dimly lit streets now glowed with magical lanterns, powered indefinitely by arcane energy. Inns that once worried about disruptive guests now served more disciplined , knowing full well that unruly behavior could result in a personal "chat" with a Death Knight


    The opinion of the people regarding the overlord have also been reworked.


    And old man siting in a quite plaza,his name is Great,former baker,that has living in e-rantel for over 60 years.


    He watched the city go about its business,-merchants haggling, children playing, and even the occasional adventurer strolling through. It was all so… peaceful.


    He scoffed. Peaceful? Had he truly come to accept this as peace?


    Grent could still remember the days before the Sorcerer King took over. Back then, the city was filled with constant uncertainty. The nobles bled the people dry with taxes, bandits prowled outside the gates, and corruption was rampant. If a person was robbed, they had to bribe the guards just to get them to act. If a noble took a liking to someone''s daughter, there was little they could do.


    Now? No one feared being extorted. No one worried about criminals. If anything, the city was safer than it had ever been.


    But at what cost?


    He looked down at his trembling hands, remembering the first time he had seen a Death Knight marching through the streets. The air had felt thick that day,like when you are in a cemetery,with a deathly chill, an unnatural presence that made his very soul shudder. He had thought the city doomed, that these monsters would tear them apart limb by limb.


    Yet… nothing happened.


    Instead, the undead merely patrolled, silent and unwavering. The shops still opened. The sun still rose. Life continued. And so, over time, fear gave way to understanding.


    Still, seeing the Overlord himself walk the streets was another matter entirely.


    As the supreme leader, ains ool gown,will sometimes stroll the streets,the reaction from the people when he walks past them? As usual,get on the ground,face to floor,and say "all praise our lord,ains ool gown!"


    This reaction has started ains,but decided not too worry them even more.


    When Ainz Ooal Gown, the Sorcerer King himself, walked through the streets of E-Rantel, the world seemed to stop.


    Unlike human rulers who traveled in extravagant carriages, Ainz walked among his people, his imposing skeletal form draped in regal black robes adorned with gold and arcane sigils. His hollow eye sockets glowed with crimson light, yet his movements were calm, deliberate.


    What made the sight even more otherworldly were the twenty angels that floated around him,-glorious, radiant beings with gleaming golden armor and ethereal wings. These were Dominion Authorities, high-tier angels that once symbolized the power of the Slane Theocracy. Now, they were mere protectors of the Overlord, reinforcing his god-like presence.


    The people, though initially terrified, had grown accustomed to this sight.


    Children, too young to fully understand the weight of his presence, sometimes pointed at him in curiosity. The parents, of course, hurriedly hushed them, but Ainz never reacted negatively. If anything, he would simply nod slightly,-a small, almost imperceptible gesture that sent whispers through the crowd.


    The village perspective of him as always.


    Ainz Ooal Gown was not merely a ruler.


    He was a force of nature, a god made manifest.


    And under his rule, the city would never know chaos again.


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