Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 111 Leading Ainz astray

Sebastian is in trouble.

Once this idea takes hold, it spreads like a plague.

Ainz thought of Shalltear, the name that had turned black on the control interface, and a sense of panic and helplessness surged up again.

If Sebastian was controlled before he could even send back a distress signal, then it means the opponent's strength is greater than Demiurge predicted.

The green light that forced calm flashed again, and Ainz extended his still slightly trembling fingers to open the NPC tab of the main power source.

A semi-transparent interface unfolds in the throne room, covered with densely packed text.

Ainz changed the default katakana sorting to a ranking system and then browsed through them one by one from top to bottom.

Until it came down to the name Sebastian.

The color hasn't changed; it's still white!

Ainz instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

This feeling is so unbearable, like my heart being gripped tightly by an invisible hand and then suddenly released.

Even after becoming immortal, the unease that surged from the depths of his soul was still difficult to bear.

Every time Ainz opens this interface, he is afraid of seeing any more names turn black, which would mean he will lose another child left behind by his comrade.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

Ainz leaned back on the throne. Sebastian wasn't under control or attacked, yet he was clearly depressed.

Ainz felt he had guessed the truth.

It must be that one thing that could make Sebastian so unsettled.

"Sebastian, you've gathered information about dragons in the Dragon Kingdom, haven't you?" Ainz asked confidently, his tone brimming with certainty. "Aren't dragons incredibly powerful?"

[Message] There was a brief moment of silence on the other end.

"As expected of Lord Ainz!" Sebastian's voice was filled with obvious shock, and his admiration almost overflowed from the other end of the magical connection. "You were even able to deduce this."

Ainz's jawline arched slightly as a small surge of smugness welled up inside him; it seemed he had indeed guessed correctly this time.

"Then, Sebastian, tell me more," Ainz demanded, his voice filled with majesty, perfectly maintaining the demeanor befitting a supreme being.

"Yes, Lord Ainz." Sebastian gathered his thoughts and began to recall what the bald old man in the tavern in Tarbach had told him: "I've heard that a dragon's roar can destroy a mountain."

"Destroy a mountain."

These words struck Ainz's mind like a boulder.

His jaw opened slowly and uncontrollably, and his previous smugness vanished completely.

Can a roar destroy a mountain? Just a roar?

"My speculation," Sebastian's voice continued from the message, carrying a hint of cautious analysis, "is that the dragon's roar is comparable in power to super-tier magic. However, the veracity of this information is not yet certain, and I have not yet found more reliable corroborating evidence."

A series of green lights flashed by.

A green light, signaling forced calm, kept flashing on Ainz's body, triggering repeatedly as if a program had malfunctioned.

That icy feeling surged up from the depths of my consciousness again and again, forcibly suppressing the shock and panic, only to be stirred up again by new shocks.

Are dragons really that powerful?

Ainz's fingers unconsciously tightened around the armrest of the throne.

Super-tier magic is the ultimate power that even a magic-type spellcaster of level 100 like him can only use four times a day, and there are many restrictions on its use.

He had just used [Falling from the Sky] to completely wipe hundreds of Dragontooth Lizardmen off the map, employing a super-tier magic spell—a destructive force capable of altering the landscape.

Now, Sebastian tells him that a dragon's roar can achieve the same effect.

Shalltear's defeat was not unjust.

If the dragon that controlled Shalltear truly possessed such power, then Shalltear's defeat in the skirmish would be entirely understandable.

No, it should be said that Shalltear's ability to leave behind that piece of armor in a battle of that level proves her strength in itself.

As for the veracity of the uncertain intelligence Sebas mentioned, Ainz did not believe so.

Ainz sighed softly to himself.

The fact that the usually composed Sebastian was so dejected suggests that he has likely already confirmed the authenticity of this intelligence.

Sebastian's statement of "uncertainty" was probably only out of consideration for the Supreme Being, who did not want the ruler to be overwhelmed by such heavy news.

Sebastian's intentions were indeed very good.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Ainz's heart.

These guardians are the children he and his companions created, and they are always caring for him in their own ways.

So, as a father and superior, the ruler of Nazarick, and the being who bears the name of Ainz Ooal Gown.

He absolutely cannot show any lack of confidence in front of his children.

No matter how strong the enemy is, he must stand at the forefront and become a pillar that the guardians can rely on.

This is the duty of the supreme ruler.

"Don't worry, Sebastian." Ainz's voice sounded unusually calm, as if he had expected what Sebastian said. "I understand everything you've said. Well done. I'll need you to continue gathering information about the dragons."

Ainz paused, his tone softening slightly, tinged with genuine concern: "If you encounter danger, immediately seek help and evacuate. Do not act rashly."

[Message] Sebastian's voice rang out, his gratitude towards Lord Ainz overwhelming: "Yes, Lord Ainz, I will remember."

Ainz nodded slightly, ending the message.

The throne room fell silent once more.

Ainz sat alone at the boundary between light and shadow, his finger bones pressed against his chin.

A roar can destroy a mountain; it possesses power beyond the level of magic.

Ainz silently processed this information in his mind.

If this intelligence is accurate, then his previous assessment of the enemy's strength needs to be readjusted.

Demiurge's analysis may be too optimistic; the opponent is not avoiding war, but may simply be waiting for a more suitable opportunity.

However, it is too early to draw conclusions.

Sebastian also said that more intelligence was needed to corroborate the findings. The immediate priority was for Sebastian to continue his in-depth investigation in the Dragon Kingdom, while vigilance could not be relaxed in Nazarick.

Ainz raised his head and looked at the intricate reliefs on the dome of the throne room, each line carrying the memories of him and his companions.

No matter how strong the enemy is, he will not admit defeat.

Bring it on! I will protect everything in Nazarick.

This was a realization he had already made after changing his name to Ainz Ooal Gown.