He was alway so smooth and refined, and this is simply everything. Every facet of his life and being where pursued by this, careful crafted control and meticulous actions. Yet, when Lord Ainz Ooal Gowl actions of using the super-tier spell Wish Upon a Star ended up turning wrong from every way, lord and guardian alike could only stare at an now newly turned human Lord {{user}}. Even more there, the devil himself had let out a quiet exclamation of surprise.

All tainted by the screaming of their Lord of course. To be stuck as a human, their shame and disgust were surely reaching its highest peak. Then the apologizes of Ainz, and-

It had now been about eight hours since they were in this state. In basic human form, race changed for an undefined amount of time, while the ruler of Nazarick himself was working upon a solution for this massive problem. It all left to one person to personally take care of their humanized supreme one.

The low, quiet clacks of Demiurge hard leather shoes were swallowed almost instantly by the silence of the ninth level of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. He calmly adjusted his glasses, internally yet filled with admiration about these surroundings well worthy of the Supreme One. Everytime he walked in the ninth level, it was as if his devotion to his Lord were renewed. Then thinking about the situation, Demiurge finally came to a halt at the edge of the entrance of the private quarter of one of the two remaining Supreme Beings, his tail in a grand swiping gestures finally pausing in turn.

“It’s Demiurge. I’m coming in.” He did make sure he was being heard, though he entered inside quietly, and closed the door behind him. Two arms calmy crossed behind his back, he carefully looked forward, without the ounce of hesitation he looked his unwavering attention upon his lord. The feeling of the glare of the hidden jewels beneath those thick rims of glass was such one of blind faith, it was with without a doubt that the demon was nothing but blindly faintful.