The figure who had absorbed the impact with a mere flexing of its knees smiled brightly.
Before them stood a young dark elf boy.
The long ears which emerged from amongst the golden strands of his hair twitched slightly, giving rise to a glorious impression like that of the sun.
He was fully dressed in a suit of tight-fitting, light leather armour, made from jet black and deep crimson dragon scales, over which he wore a white vest embroidered with golden threads. A coat of arms was sewn onto the breast of the jacket.
Seeing his heterochromic eyes, Imina let out a gasp of surprise.
“—Ah!”
“—The challengers have arrived!”
The boy spoke into the rod-like object he was holding in his hand, and his amplified words resounded throughout the arena.
The arena trembled and shuddered in time with the boy’s bright and cheerful voice.
Looking around, it seemed that the golems which had remained motionless so far were stomping on the ground to make noise.
“The challengers are four reckless fools who have invaded the Great Tomb of Nazarick! And, facing them is the master of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the Supreme King of Death, Ainz! Ooal! Gown-sama!”
The portcullis on the opposite side of the arena rose upwards at the same time as the dark elf’s voice rang out. From the darkness of the path beyond, a being stepped into the light. In a word, it would be skeletal.
A crimson radiance flickered within the eye sockets of the white skull.
It was dressed in a gown-like vestment, and because there were no muscles where the robe was cinched about the waist, it appeared too skinny for belief. Judging by the lack of weapons on hand, it was probably a magic caster of some kind.
“Ooh! And walking in behind him is our Guardian Overseer, Albedo!”
The members of Foresight held their breath as they saw the woman who followed behind like a servant.
She was a peerless vision that surpassed even the ‘Beautiful Princess’ of Darkness. Hers was a comeliness that could never be reached by human beings, and two horns curved out gently from both sides of her forehead. At her waist were a pair of black wings. They looked so realistic it could not possibly have been artificially created.
The arena quaked with stomping, as if to welcome the debut of these two new entrants, before turning into thunderous applause. It was a reception befitting the arrival of a king.