Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 118 Triumph

When the city gate appeared at the end of the road, the outline of Ye Lantier stood out clearly in the afternoon sun.

Feifei rode on Rurarus's back.

His hands were casually crossed over his chest, a posture that made him look less like he was riding a half-human, half-snake monster and more like he was inspecting an army that was about to be under his command.

Lulalus let out a barely audible sigh.

The city gate guards reacted more violently than expected.

The young guard holding the spear first saw Fei Fei; the name "Fei Fei," a mithril-level adventurer, was already quite familiar in Ye Lantier.

He subconsciously straightened his back, preparing to bow, and then his gaze fell on Feifei's mount.

The spear slipped from his hand.

"This—this is—" The young guard's lips trembled, and his finger pointed shakily at Rurarus.

The serpent's tail swam slowly across the stone slab, its scales rubbing against the stone surface, making a soft rustling sound.

The wrinkled old man's face turned, his cloudy vertical pupils looking at the guard, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The guard took a step back and his back slammed against the city wall.

"The Demon Serpent of the West." Fei Fei's voice came from beneath his helmet, "The Demon Serpent of the West in the Great Forest of Tob has submitted to me."

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The guard opened his mouth, but said nothing. An older soldier nearby reacted first, grabbing the younger guard by the back of his collar and pulling him away, then shouting in a respectful tone, "Let him through!"

Rurarus carried Feifei through the doorway, with Kōsuke following behind on his four short legs, while Nabella on his back lowered her head even further.

The main street of Ye Lantier is bustling at this time of day.

The woman selling bread had just placed freshly baked rye bread on her stall when the blacksmith's apprentice was sweating profusely as he worked the bellows.

"That's... Mr. Fei Fei?" someone murmured.

"What is Mr. Feifei riding?" "A snake—no, half a person, a Naga!" "A Naga? Isn't that the legendary Western Demon Serpent?"

"Mr. Feifei tamed the Western Demon Serpent! And the Forest King! Look over there, Miss Nabe is riding the Forest King!"

The commotion in the crowd expanded in concentric circles, like the surface of water after a stone has been thrown in.

More and more faces peeked out from the shops on both sides of the main street and from the windowsills on the second floor.

A little girl, perched on the windowsill, stared wide-eyed, tugging at her mother's sleeve and shaking it: "Mommy, that black armor is so cool!"

Feifei raised her right hand, and the noise of the entire street fell silent for a moment.

He nodded toward the bakery on his right, his five fingers of his black glove coming together in a German military salute.

The citizens of Ye Lantier were even more excited.

"Lord Feifei!" "Amazing!" "So cool!"

Cheers erupted from both sides of the street.

Feifei raised her hand to wave again, each wave landing precisely at the moment when the cheers reached their peak.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Ainz Ooal Gown suddenly felt uneasy, wondering how the Pandora mission was going and whether anything unexpected had happened.

Ainz raised his hand and activated the spell.

A translucent crystal screen unfolded before him, rippled slightly, then stabilized and began to display an image.

Ainz's jawline tilted slightly upward, a small sense of anticipation rising within him.

Pandora Yakt, his greatest masterpiece, was one of the most intelligent men in Nazarick.

Although the chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) setting did make him, the creator, feel a sense of shame when viewed up close, now he was appreciating it from a distance as a spectator.

He must be very handsome.

The picture is clear now.

Ainz saw Narberal first. The battle maid was riding on Kurasuke's back. Narberal had her head down, and her face was almost buried in the downy hair on the back of Kurasuke's neck.

Ainz frowned slightly.

What's wrong with Nabella? Is she sick?

Logically speaking, Nabella's disease resistance shouldn't cause her to get sick. Could it be a special disease of this world?

Or was it affected by some kind of magic? But it doesn't look like it's injured.

His gaze then shifted to the center of the image.

Ainz's jaw snapped open, and the dark red light in his eye sockets pulsed wildly.

What is that?

A half-human, half-snake Naga was winding its way along the main street of Ye-lantil, its wrinkled old face bearing an expression of resigned acceptance of its fate.

And on the back of this Naga sat Momo.

A green light flashed across Ainz's body, and Ainz closed his jaw again.

No, wait, Pandora may have her reasons for doing this.

Ainz tried to calm himself down, but just then...

He saw Pandora raise her right hand, bring her fingers together, and give a very standard German military salute towards the bakery on the side of the street.

Ainz covered his face with his hands.

The green light, which forced a sense of calm, flashed again, forcibly suppressing the feeling of shame.

But Ainz discovered a terrible fact: this forced calming seemed less effective than usual.

The shame hadn't completely disappeared; he still felt ashamed until he triggered forced calm again.

Why————

Ainz is thinking.

Why are the citizens of Yelantier cheering?

Ainz raised his head again and looked at the [Crystal Screen] through the gaps in his finger bones.

"Lord Feifei!" "The Dark Hero!" "Amazing! Riding a magical beast!" "So cool!"

The entire city of Ye Lantier seemed to be holding a grand celebration, and the object of the celebration was the black warrior riding on the back of the old snake.

Ainz's jaw opened up again.

He couldn't understand it at all.

Pandora's pose was indeed very imposing, he admitted.

His teacher's anger even made him want to learn.

But shouldn't it feel strange to ride on the back of another monster with a human-shaped upper body?

Not to mention, he was wearing an exaggerated full-body black armor and a blood-red cloak, and he would occasionally salute to the side of the street.

Ainz's gaze involuntarily turned to Narberal.

The combat maid was still lying on Kurasuke's back, her face buried deep in the downy hair on the back of Kurasuke's neck, her face turning red all the way from her ears to the base of her neck, and even the back of her neck was covered with a faint pink.

She occasionally raised one eye, glanced at Feifei, and then quickly lowered her head again, her face full of undisguised unease and disgust.

Fortunately.

Ainz silently breathed a sigh of relief; at least someone was still conscious.

At least Nabella's reaction was normal, which means the world hasn't completely broken down yet.

We've arrived at the Adventurers' Guild.

The guild master of the Ye Lantil Adventurers' Guild, Burdon Ainzak, personally stood at the door to greet them.