—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.
“The adamantite-ranked adventurer Momon from “Darkness” is there! He’s the greatest warrior of them all! He’s stronger than you!”
For the first time, Albedo appeared perturbed. She looked to Ainz, panic written on her face, and lowered her head to him.
“M-my apologies! There is such a being! P-please, forgive me!”
“Mmm… ah, yes, I didn’t even notice, Albedo. Momon of ‘Darkness’, hmm. About him… forget it, it’s not important. He cannot defeat me.”
He had been acting like a demon king until now, but the way he was slumping his shoulders suggested that he was hiding something. Exactly what he was hiding, nobody could tell.
“Momon is strong! Stronger than you!”
“…Ah, well, that’s hardly grounds for negotiation, Give it up.”
Ainz waved his hand lazily to dismiss the topic.
“Now then, shall we start again?”
The time for idle chatter was over.
“Arche! Run!”
Roberdyck shouted, and Imina agreed.
“Yes, run!”
“Look up! This is probably the outside! If you fly, there’s a chance you can escape! Run, even if it’s only you! We’ll try to buy you some time, a minute, no, ten seconds!”
“Now that is an interesting idea. Aura, open the exit. I will humor them.”
“Understood!”
Ainz pointed at the direction Roberdyck and the others had entered from. Aura leapt up, the bottoms of his shoes glowed, and his body disappeared.
“Now then, Aura has gone to open the gate. Go ahead and flee. Abandon your comrades. Who was the one who wanted to run again?”
Ainz extended his hand. His skeletal face could not display any expressions, but from his gesture, it was clear enough. If he had flesh, it would have been twisted into an evil smile. It would have been a smile that eagerly anticipated these comrades to fall into infighting.
Workers were different from adventurers; they formed parties based on the power of money and useful relationships, and in a situation like this, the odds of them fleeing would be quite high. However, Foresight was different.
“Arche, run now!”
“Yes, run,” Imina smiled. “You still have your sisters, right? Then leave us and go. That’s what you should be doing!”
“How could I? This is obviously all my fault!”
Seeing that Ainz had no intent to press the attack, Roberdyck walked over to Arche, and then withdrew a small leather pouch for her to hold on to.
“It’ll be fine. We’ll beat that monster Ainz and then come right after you.”
“When that happens, you’re buying the drinks.”
Imina also drew forth a small pouch for her to hold.
“Then, go. Use the money I left at the inn as you wish.”
“Mine too.”
“…I’ll hold you to that. Then, I’ll be going first.”
Of course, none of the three actually believed it.
Defeating the being called Ainz, whose power was far beyond their imagining, was something they could not even hope to do. Arche knew that this was their final farewell, and she was choking back her tears as she cast her spell.
“There are monsters in the sky that might still catch you even if you run…”
“—「Flight」!”
Ignoring Ainz’s warning, Arche’s spell took effect. She looked to her comrades one last time, and then took to the air without another word.
“…Ah, is that how it is. Well, it’s less tiring than running,” Ainz said in a casual way.
“However, it’s quite remarkable that you decided it without fighting with each other. I thought I would see your disgusting true selves on display here.”
“You would never understand. It’s because we’re comrades.”
“That’s true. Dying to protect a comrade is not a bad thing—”
A flash of insight struck Imina.
“—Were your comrades the friends you spoke of?”
“Muuu!”
“Your comrades must have been exceptional individuals, no? Then, our relationship is as close as theirs, and yours.”
“That’s right.”
The evil atmosphere vanished as though it had never been, and Ainz continued in a quiet tone.
“Greater love hath no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends—so it was written in the Gospel of Mark.”
“…It’s all right if we die. However, for our sake of the bond that we share, that you yourself, and your exceptional comrades shared, please let her go.”
“Mm…”
Ainz hesitated for several seconds, and then shook his head.
“There will be no mercy for thieves like you. All that awaits is suffering upon suffering upon suffering, followed by death. But for the sake of the lives that you are willing to throw away for your comrade, you may bid her farewell. Shalltear.”