Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 125 Planning

Demiurge was still respectfully waiting for Ainz's response.

Ainz realized he couldn't delay any longer.

"In that case, Demiurge," Ainz said vaguely, trying to evade the question, "the second phase of the mission is entirely yours to handle."

"Yes, Lord Ainz."

Demiurge bowed respectfully.

Ainz breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he managed to get away with it. Demiurge didn't press for specific details, otherwise he would have been completely at a loss for how to respond.

Ainz was about to say something more to cover up his unease caused by his previous ambiguity, and at the same time to consolidate his authority as the Supreme Being.

Demiurge suddenly straightened up.

He made a move that Ainz never expected.

Demiurge raised his right hand, bringing it to his front, fingers together, back ramrod straight.

That was a standard German military salute.

"Then, I'll take my leave now."

Demiurge remained composed, a graceful and appropriate smile on his face, as if he were simply performing a perfectly normal farewell ceremony.

Ainz's jaw suddenly snapped open.

In a short period of time, Ainz's jawbone underwent several major opening and closing tests. Fortunately, the undead do not need to worry about joint dislocation.

Ainz tried to stop him, but he was too shocked to utter a sound.

Upon seeing this, Demiurge's lips curled up even more.

Lord Ainz was indeed very satisfied. He silently affirmed to himself, "It seems I've learned quite well."

He remained in that position, slowly took two steps back, then lowered his right hand and turned to walk towards the exit.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, gradually fading into the distance.

The heavy door closed gently behind him.

Ainz remained motionless for a long time, his jaw agape.

He raised his hand and slowly covered his face.

A wave of shame and shock surged up from the depths of his soul, one after another, almost overwhelming him.

"Demeurge————"

Ainz groaned inwardly.

"When did he learn it? Was it after watching Pandora's performance on the crystal screen?"

After a long time, Ainz finally lowered his hands from his face.

He leaned back in his chair, the red light in his eyes dimming slightly, as if he were making a silent sigh.

After the initial shame subsided, Ainz began to think.

Pandora Actor made that gesture, which drew cheers from the citizens of Ye Lantier.

Demiurge did the same thing, and he did it so calmly and naturally.

Ainz himself is not a very confident person.

Seeing that so many people liked this position, he couldn't help but start to waver.

Could it be that...

He thought to himself silently.

"Is this move actually really cool?"

Ainz's jawline clenched slightly, and he touched his smooth forehead with his fingertips, assuming a thoughtful posture.

He recalled the settings he had added to Pandora Actor when he created her in YGGDRASIL, including German military salutes and German dialogue.

At that time, he thought it was cool and impressive.

Later, every time he witnessed Pandora having an attack, he felt waves of shame.

But perhaps—

Perhaps the problem lies with him?

Perhaps his aesthetic sense is not wrong, but he cares too much about what others think.

Ainz tapped his finger bones lightly on his skull, making a soft "tap-tap" sound.

Just to be on the safe side.

He made a decision in his heart.

Let's test the waters a bit more before drawing any conclusions.

After all, as the ruler of Nazarick and the bearer of the name Ainz Ooal Gown, he could not easily do anything that was inconsistent with his status.

What if that move wasn't actually cool, but it just so happened that the citizens of Ye Lantier and Demiurge happened to have a strange sense of aesthetics?

Ainz felt that although the possibility was slim, it still existed.

Find an opportunity to ask Albedo.

He was silently making plans in his mind.

If even Albedo thinks that move is cool, then it probably really is cool.

Ainz nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction with this prudent plan.

The seventh level of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Demiurge passed through the corridor that surrounded the flowing lava and returned to his dwelling, the Crimson Temple.

This Greek-style temple ruin stands surrounded by a river of lava, its charred stone pillars covered with dark red cracks, as if the entire building were slowly burning.

The heat wave surged in from all directions, and the sulfurous smell in the air was so strong that you could almost taste it.

But for Demiurge, this was the most comfortable environment imaginable.

He passed through the temple's archway and entered the inner room, which had been set up as a study.

His gaze, behind his round glasses, swept across the desk, where various intelligence reports from Sebastian were laid out.

Demiurge sat down at the desk.

He didn't rush to flip through the documents he had already read several times; his thoughts began to flow smoothly and methodically.

Lord Ainz has agreed to let him begin the second phase of the mission.

Although Lord Ainz did not explicitly explain the details of the second phase, probably testing his judgment, Demiurge felt that he had fully understood Lord Ainz's intentions.

The first stage involves building reputation in Ye Lantier through the identity of the adventurer "Feifei" to obtain the qualification of a steel-class adventurer, thereby opening the passage to the upper levels of the kingdom.

Pandora Actor has done an excellent job in this regard.

Next, we need to extend our influence from Ye Lantier to the capital, the center of power in the kingdom.

To achieve this, a suitable entry point is needed.

Demiurge opened his eyes and picked up the intelligence summary about the kingdom's nobles that Sebas had sent back from the table.

This is combined with the information sent back by Pandora that the [Eight Fingers] had been annihilated by the Steel-class adventurer team Blue Rose and Princess Lana.

A confident smile appeared on Demiurge's lips.

The key person chosen as the entry point needs to attract enough attention, but not so much as to overly disrupt the operation of the country.

And the candidate who perfectly fits the requirements of Lord Ainz's plan.

It was Demiurge's finger that gently glided across the paper, eventually stopping at a name.

Barubolo Valleo Igna Lyle Vansef.

The first prince of the Kingdom of Ri Yestize, and the first in line to the throne.

Demiurge carefully recalled Sebastian's description of the prince: arrogant, short-sighted, pleasure-seeking, and with almost no redeeming qualities.

His smile gradually took on a more meaningful tone.

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