>>5824864“Pass the time indeed.” is all you say in response, carefully guarding your words to hide your astonishment as his sea of monsters slowly turns to a trickle, the last of them leaving the ship behind. Sure you've put hours and hours into research, developing your own spells, but that level of dedication is impressive. He built an army, one whose collective powerlevel, even after your mother and father cut their way through who knows how many still probably outclasses your own. “Is this the last of them?”
“Yes, this is all of them.” he replies, you nodding to him then turning to your folks, making eye contact with at least two of Vox's cameras as you turn.
“I'll take him from here, put him through his paces.” you tell your folks, Karn nodding to you. “If Vox disagrees, tell him he knows how to reach me.”
“I'll let him know.” your dad replies, then adds telepathically. “He gives you any trouble about this, let me know.”
“Will do.” you reply, also telepathically then focus your magic while speaking. “Hold still, Crystal Magic: Temporal Crystals!”
You use your spell to create crystals up from the circle beneath you, rapidly growing them up and over you and the other wizard, as well as up and over the massive cluster of furry explosives hovering overhead. And once the crystal's completed, your magic teleports you all. Directly from Vox's station back to your village, appearing atop the linked teleporter you'd assembled with Ainz and Rimuru's assistance. However, as you appear, several mages all immediately ready their magic, assuming that the village is under attack.
“HALT! State your busine- Oh, Chilli. Welcome back.” Arue says, the woman lowering her hands and letting her gathered magic fade. “So, who are you bringing here this time?”
“This is...” you start, then turn to the boy, realizing that you haven't asked his name as you see him staring in shock at Arue. Or, more accurately her figure. He's a young man, after all, you can't really blame him. So you lean over, raising your hands before his face and snapping your fingers. “Hey, introduce yourself.”
“Huh? Oh, right. Call me A-Alimar. Alimar Zorc.” he says, bowing to her. “A pleasure to meet you, miss.”
“Alimar Zorc? A powerful name, mind if I borrow it?” she asks, the young man's head snapping up in concern. Not knowing who she is or what she does. “I've been needing a good name for the wise old wizard living in an isolated tower while working on his magic in my upcoming novel, and I think your name's a great fit.”
“Oh. O-Of course, it would be a pleasure.” Alimar replies, again bowing to her. “Thank you for the privilege, I would love to be a part of your tale.”
