It was similar to a conference room, a wooden table in the center with chairs placed around it. The men sat next to each other on the chairs inside.
“Well, please take a seat.”
Ainz sat as requested and Narberal quietly settled down beside him.
The men were young, they didn’t even look 20, but there was nothing childlike about them; they had a sense of maturity beyond their age.
They might’ve appeared to be sitting casually, but their positions allowed them to take up their weapons immediately.
It might’ve been an unconscious act, or a force of habit after countless experiences with death.