“It’s truly sad when you can’t even believe the truth that’s right in front of you. I would have imagined that you would have realized from the melee battle, and the conversation we had, that you were nothing more than useful test subjects. Did that little skirmish we had give you the hope that you could actually win here? Consider that my mercy to you in the hell that is to come.”
“What kind of mercy is that? You piece of shit, you goddamn bastard, let Hekkeran go!”
The arrow arrived at the same time as her voice. However, Ainz simply remained still, and the pain in Hekkeran’s forehead continued unabated.
“Do you really want to do that? You might hit this man.”
The pain had Hekkeran gripped in terror, the terror that at any moment his head might be crushed by the hand holding it. Although he struggled, Ainz did not shift a millimeter. It was like attacking a steel block—the only thing Hekkeran hurt was himself.
“Did that hurt? Don’t worry. I won’t kill you like that. A miserable little thief like you does not deserve that mercy—「Paralysis」.”
His body was frozen. No, it wasn’t frozen, it was paralyzed.
“Hmm, if I used ‘Paralysis’, then maybe ‘Touch of Undeath’ was kind of a waste.”
Hekkeran heard the words, but he did not understand them.
Imina’s bowstring hissed as she sent a continuous stream of projectiles downrange, but the only response was quiet laughter.
“So, how far can you… no, please, struggle as much as you want. That will only deepen your despair.”
“It’s truly sad when you can’t even believe the truth that’s right in front of you. I would have imagined that you would have realized from the melee battle, and the conversation we had, that you were nothing more than useful test subjects. Did that little skirmish we had give you the hope that you could actually win here? Consider that my mercy to you in the hell that is to come.”“What kind of mercy is that? You piece of shit, you goddamn bastard, let Hekkeran go!”The arrow arrived at the same time as her voice. However, Ainz simply remained still, and the pain in Hekkeran’s forehead continued unabated.“Do you really want to do that? You might hit this man.”The pain had Hekkeran gripped in terror, the terror that at any moment his head might be crushed by the hand holding it. Although he struggled, Ainz did not shift a millimeter. It was like attacking a steel block—the only thing Hekkeran hurt was himself.“Did that hurt? Don’t worry. I won’t kill you like that. A miserable little thief like you does not deserve that mercy—「Paralysis」.”His body was frozen. No, it wasn’t frozen, it was paralyzed.“Hmm, if I used ‘Paralysis’, then maybe ‘Touch of Undeath’ was kind of a waste.”Hekkeran heard the words, but he did not understand them.Imina’s bowstring hissed as she sent a continuous stream of projectiles downrange, but the only response was quiet laughter.“So, how far can you… no, please, struggle as much as you want. That will only deepen your despair.”
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