Imina thought to herself. She was trying to suppress the feelings of a woman who wanted to save her man.
She had to abandon Hekkeran and bring this information back. She had to tell the outside world about these ruins, about the fearsome monster which inhabited it, and depending on how things went, they might even need to assemble a punitive force to deal with it.
—Demon Gods…
Two hundred years ago, the Demon Kings that inhabited the barren continent must have been beings like that.
It felt as though the world she was living in had been touched by myths and legends. It clearly couldn’t be like this, but some part of her, deep in her heart, was insisting that this was just a dream.
Legends, huh? It sounds so bizarre when you put it that way. It’s heroes that ought to be fighting a monster like this—
Inspiration struck in a flash.
That was it. The ones who battled the demon gods were the Thirteen Heroes—they were heroes. Then, the only one who could fight Ainz was also a hero.
“Give Hekkeran back! If we don’t return by the stipulated time, the strongest people in the world will force their way into this tomb! If we can return unharmed, you can use us to negotiate!”
“What is this, lies again?
Ainz sighed, a silent haah sound. Sweat beaded on Imina’s brow, that was genuine.
“No, I’m not lying.”
“—Albedo. Is there anyone who could be considered strong on the surface?”
“There are none, I believe she is just spouting meaningless lies.”
“It’s not a lie!”
The girl behind Imina was shouting.