“Ainz Ooal Gown… a monster we can’t do anything to, no, that we can’t even touch…”
Jircniv’s heart was like a tiny boat tossed around in a raging storm.
In the end, however, he wrestled his emotions down and regained his calm with his iron will.
His royal guards, annihilated. The shadow of the dragon’s vast body. Since he had already accepted these in the past, he could allow himself to accept what lay before him now.
Without these prior experiences to cushion the blow, the impact on him would have been greater. He might have shown an even more disgraceful side of himself.
This tomb is… How powerful is Ainz Ooal Gown? Those five Death Knights and those two. Even with that dragon included, that can’t be all, can it? Why is he hiding in this place? When did he start taking up residence here? Or perhaps his preparations are finally complete? I’ve heard that when many undead creatures gather in one place, an even more powerful undead being is born. That’s why these Death Knights… no, could it be even more powerful than these Death Knights…? Not good. There’s no time, but I still have to think of a way…
As Jircniv’s high-speed thought processes drove him ever further into confusion, Yuri cut in.
“Do not be afraid. These Death Knights were created by Ainz-sama himself. They are absolutely obedient to his orders, and in his place, I have gained the right to command them. I will not permit any of you to come to harm.”
Yuri’s words shattered the thoughts which Jircniv had tried to piece together like spun glass.
“He created them…”