Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 112 Ainz's Mistake

The Great Tomb of Nazarick, Throne Room.

Ainz Ooal Gown sat enthroned on his throne, the dark red light in his eye sockets sweeping over the gathered guardians below.

He has already shared the information Sebastian sent back with everyone.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the throne room became as heavy as solidified ice.

"A single roar—and it can destroy a mountain?" Aura's ears drooped slightly, and a rare serious expression appeared on her usually boyish face. "Isn't that even more outrageous than super-tier magic?"

Mare huddled behind her sister, covering her face with her staff, her voice barely audible: "So...so scary—"

Albedo stood below the throne, her brow furrowed.

She looked at Ainz, about to ask for stronger defenses.

"Congratulations, Lord Ainz."

A calm voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Demiurge stepped forward, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed deeply.

After straightening up, an elegant smile appeared on his cunning face, and a confident light shone from behind his round glasses.

Ainz's jawbone almost turned white.

What's the congratulations for?

A flash of green light, forcibly calming Ainz, quickly suppressed his confusion and panic.

"Ahem." Ainz cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound as if he had everything under control. "Demiurge, have you figured it out already?"

Using a declarative sentence to pose a rhetorical question is the best way to deal with Demiurge.

Ainz is already quite experienced in this area.

Demiurge smiled slightly, his face full of heartfelt admiration: "Of course, Lord Ainz, your arrangement is truly ingenious."

"Ah, do I have any arrangements?" Ainz's mind started racing, but his face remained expressionless.

"You kept Narberal in Ye Rantil specifically for this moment, didn't you, Lord Ainz?"

West Mata.

A groan escaped Ainz's heart.

He forgot about Nabella in Ye Lantier.

These days he has been on guard and investigating matters related to dragons, mobilizing guardians, setting up defenses, and probing the enemy, completely forgetting about the battle maid left behind in Ye Lantier.

At the time, I just casually told her to stay there and keep an eye out for intelligence, and then I never contacted her again.

"Narberal?" Cocytus spoke in a muffled voice. He heard this unexpected name from Demiurge, and his insect-like compound eyes turned to the demon. "What does this have to do with Narberal?"

In fact, Naberal, who habitually refers to humans as various lowly insects, is unexpectedly a close friend of Cocytus, who is also an insectoid.

The two would have a great time chatting when they were alone, and Cocytus, who is usually not very talkative, would ask questions first at these times.

Demiurge adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a confident gleam: "Of course, this is Lord Ainz's ingenious design. I only understood everything after Narberal asked me about the funding."

Ainz covered his face with his hands. "Damn it," he thought, "I forgot to give Narberal money. I've basically left her to fend for herself in Ye-Rantir."

"Lord Ainz deliberately withheld funds from Narberal's activities," Demiurge's voice echoed calmly in the throne room.

"The idea is to let her continue operating as an adventurer, earning funds by completing quests, thereby keeping the Dark Squad active."

He turned to look at the throne, his eyes filled with reverence: "Now is the time when the Dark Squad is needed."

No, I simply forgot.

The green light around Ainz surged continuously, and he barely managed to suppress the overwhelming guilt that was about to spill over by forcing himself to calm down.

He remained seated, slightly raising his head, as if affirming Demiurge's analysis.

"Ahem. Demiurge, it's quite impressive that you can see it now." Ainz's tone carried a hint of encouragement.

"Thank you for your affirmation, Lord Ainz."

Demiurge bowed deeply, then straightened up and turned to the remaining guardians who were still puzzled.

He adjusted his tie and began to explain further.

"In fact, I've been wondering for a while why the dragon has never fallen into Lord Ainz's carefully designed trap."

Aura blinked, Mare peeked out from behind her sister, Cocytus' compound eyes flickered slightly, and Albedo turned her head, waiting for Demiurge to reveal the answer.

"Leaving aside defensive attributes for now," Demiurge held up a finger, "since the dragon's attack power has reached this level, it has absolutely no reason to fear us when attacking the lizardmen, who cannot rely on Nazarick for defense."

His gaze swept over the guardians present: "Previously, I speculated that the dragons learned most of Nazarick's information from Shalltear, and therefore were wary of us. But subsequent tests have shown that the dragons have moved far away from Nazarick's sphere of influence, and are likely no longer within the kingdom's borders."

"But if the dragons, while controlling Shalltear, cannot obtain the information Shalltear knows from her—"

Demiurge's lips curled into a wider smile: "Then everything makes sense. The reason the dragon didn't fall into Lord Ainz's trap is most likely because it was unaware of Nazarick's existence from the beginning, and it didn't obtain the information that Shalltear possessed."

"Ah, I see."

Ainz, sitting on the throne, finally understood.

Demiurge's bait plan has not worked.

He had always thought that Long was too cunning and had seen through everything, and had been worried about it for so long.

Is the truth really that simple?

It's highly likely that the dragon was unaware of Nazarick's existence, and after suddenly encountering Shalltear, it subdued her and left.

Moreover, although it can control Shalltear, it cannot read Shalltear's memories.

So no matter how many layers of bait Demiurge sets up, the dragon will not take the bait.

All his worries and meticulously crafted defense plans over the past few days have been in vain.

The green light, which forced a sense of calm, flashed again.

"Lord Ainz," Demiurge turned to face the throne, adjusting his glasses, "your foresight is truly beyond my reach."

"From the very beginning, you didn't place all your hopes on the decoy plan. You kept Nabella and the Dark Squad as a backup plan, so that if the decoy failed, you would have another intelligence channel."

"Now, since it's inconvenient to expose Nazarick and attract the dragons' attention, the adventurer party you created is the best way to learn about the outside world."

After saying that, Demiurge looked at Lord Ainz with admiration.

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