But ‘gently’ was relative when it came to Ainz.
The man nearly hit the ceiling as he flew in an arc and heavily hit the ground.
The sound of bodies colliding, something on the table shattering, wood cracking and the man’s painful howl reverberated within the hall. The tavern was silent as if they were shocked by the moans. But—
“Hya─────!”
───The woman seated at the table screamed a beat too slow. It was a scream as if a catastrophe fell from the sky.
No, it was normal to scream like that if a man suddenly fell from the sky, but something other than surprise was mixed in that scream.