Ainz extended his hand. His skeletal face could not display any expressions, but from his gesture, it was clear enough. If he had flesh, it would have been twisted into an evil smile. It would have been a smile that eagerly anticipated these comrades to fall into infighting.
Workers were different from adventurers; they formed parties based on the power of money and useful relationships, and in a situation like this, the odds of them fleeing would be quite high. However, Foresight was different.
“Arche, run now!”
“Yes, run,” Imina smiled. “You still have your sisters, right? Then leave us and go. That’s what you should be doing!”
“How could I? This is obviously all my fault!”
Seeing that Ainz had no intent to press the attack, Roberdyck walked over to Arche, and then withdrew a small leather pouch for her to hold on to.
“It’ll be fine. We’ll beat that monster Ainz and then come right after you.”
“When that happens, you’re buying the drinks.”
Imina also drew forth a small pouch for her to hold.
“Then, go. Use the money I left at the inn as you wish.”
“Mine too.”
“…I’ll hold you to that. Then, I’ll be going first.”
Of course, none of the three actually believed it.
Defeating the being called Ainz, whose power was far beyond their imagining, was something they could not even hope to do. Arche knew that this was their final farewell, and she was choking back her tears as she cast her spell.
“There are monsters in the sky that might still catch you even if you run…”