“Well, that’s all. Rant over. As a final mercy, I wanted to grant you an honorable death as a warrior, but now I’ve changed my mind. Now I will dispose of you like the thieves that you are.”
While talking as though it were somebody else’s problem, Ainz shed his gown.
Naturally, there were bones below. A dark red orb floated under his ribs, emanating a feeling of dread. He had nothing equipped besides his pants and boots… No, there was one more item. There was a leather collar around his neck, with a chain, broken halfway down, dangling from it.
“Ohhhhh!”
A strange sound came from above them.
Looking up, they could see the upper body of a silver-haired girl leaning out of the VIP box. She was immediately pulled back by an arm wearing what looked like a blue gauntlet.
“…What the hell is she doing?”
“I’ll go scold her later.”
By the time they had managed to recover their senses and focus them back onto Ainz, he had produced a black sword and a round black shield out of nowhere.
“Then, I’m ready over here. Let’s get started.”
He stance had his feet slightly spread out—it was a fighting stance.
“Albedo and Aura, you can remove your hands now.”
The two people addressed reacted immediately, and returned their hands to their sides.
“I’m in a very bad mood now. To think I would encounter fellows like this. So I’ll toy with them without killing them, and I’ll leave the disposal to you. Now, let’s begin.”
As Hekkeran stared down the sword-and-shield-equipped Ainz, Hekkeran’s first thought was that his opponent was not a warrior or a swordsman. If pressed, he would say that he was like a monster, the kind who would use their excellent physical abilities to overwhelm their opponent.
Both his posture and stance looked like those of an amateur. But he radiated a heavy pressure, appearing larger than life.
For a being like this, the deadliest move they could make might be to simply attack.
“Not coming? Then, allow me.”