Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 91 Ainz, who fell in love at first sight

Albedo stood behind Ainz, her face contorted to the point of near collapse.

A fierce rage burned within its golden vertical pupils, as if it wanted to incinerate the kneeling white lizardman into ashes.

The air around her seemed to grow heavy because of her emotions.

Several death knights who were standing close together instinctively moved half a step to the side.

Wearing white silk gloves, her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles trembling slightly from the excessive force.

But she still didn't move.

Her respect for Lord Ainz kept her anger firmly locked inside.

Even though she had already torn that lowly lizardman to pieces a thousand times in her mind.

Dimitrius was the only one who remained calm throughout the entire match.

He stood about three steps behind Ainz, his cunning face devoid of any extra expression.

But his brain is working at an unprecedented speed.

Lord Ainz—what is he thinking?

Demiurge's gaze swept over Kurushe, the white lizardman kneeling on the ground, his body trembling slightly. His strength was negligible, and judging from his performance just now, his intelligence was not outstanding either.

Why would such an existence pique Ainz's interest?

Demiurge pushed up his glasses.

Lord Ainz's every step is so profound.

Given the current situation, he simply cannot deduce Lord Ainz's true intentions with his intelligence.

What a crime this is.

When Lord Ainz wanted to take action, he, as his subordinate, was unable to prepare in advance.

If he had seen through Lord Ainz's thoughts sooner, Lord Ainz wouldn't have had to personally intervene and reveal his intentions to such a lowly creature.

Demiurge was filled with shame.

Ainz sensed that something was wrong.

The invisible flames behind Albedo, Demiurge's overly focused gaze behind his glasses, and the instinctive retreat of the Death Knights around him.

But he really wanted to keep this rare item.

Albino lizard people.

It's such a waste to kill him like this.

Ainz's mind began to race.

He needed a reason that seemed to be in Nazarick's best interests.

He looked at Demiurge.

"Demeurge".

"Yes, Lord Ainz." Demiurge immediately bowed respectfully.

"If we were to turn all the lizardmen into undead," Ainz tried to make it sound like a well-thought-out decision, "we would lack people with flexible thinking to coordinate and collect resources."

"I'm thinking of keeping this lizardman. What do you think?"

Perfect leadership communication skills.

Ainz silently gave himself a passing grade for his performance.

Demiurge's brain was almost overloaded for a moment.

Resource coordination? Flexible thinking?

He frantically pondered the true meaning of Lord Ainz's words.

Lord Ainz never considered this issue when he was conquering the first few tribes.

The Green Claws, Sharp Tail, and Little Tooth tribes were all transformed into undead and incorporated into the legion.

If it was really for the purpose of coordinating resources, why not leave survivors in the first tribe?

There is only one answer.

This reason was something Lord Ainz came up with on the spot.

Lord Ainz needs him to provide a way out.

A strong sense of mission welled up in Demiurge's heart.

He cannot let Lord Ainz down.

"Lord Ainz is right," Demiurge said with great agreement. "Leaving behind a lizardman to oversee the overall situation would be more in the Great Tomb of Nazarick's interest."

Ainz nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Yosh." He silently breathed a sigh of relief. Even Demiurge approved of his excuse, so everything should be fine now.

He turned back to Kurushe, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Kurusha, I've decided to spare your life."

Kurushue's body trembled slightly.

A complex light flashed in those red eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Demiurge urged from the side, "Why don't you thank Lord Ainz for his kindness?"

Kurushue spoke softly, afraid of angering the undead before her.

"And the other red-eyed lizardmen—"

Ainz hesitated almost without the slightest hesitation.

"Of course, kill them all."

After all, this lizardman is the only rare specimen.

Other red-eyed reptilians are just ordinary green or brown scales and have no collectible value.

Kurushue's body trembled violently.

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

Then she looked up.

"In that case, Lord Gong, please kill me as well."

Her voice was resolute.

Ainz was troubled, but he still didn't want to give up.

He thought about it for a moment and then made a decision.

"I can let you and your child go."

After all, her child should also have this rare albino gene.

Kurushue was stunned.

Demiurge, standing to the side, was even more surprised.

Lord Ainz would actually go to such lengths for this lizardman!

He quickly calculated in his mind. Letting this albino lizardman go was already beyond the scope of conventional strategic needs.

Now her child has been added to the mix. This can no longer be explained by "resource allocation".

From any perspective, Lord Ainz had no reason to keep this lizardman alive.

But Lord Ainz spared her life. He even spared her child in order to ensure her survival.

Why?

Demiurge's gaze swept back and forth between Ainz and Crux.

Lord Ainz had just reached out and brushed aside the weeds covering the lizardman. At the time, he'd thought it was some kind of profound probing, but now, thinking back—

That was clearly a form of appreciation.

All the fragments were pieced together at that moment.

Demiurge's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He saw through the whole truth.

Lord Ainz fell in love with this white lizardman at first sight.

With this conclusion emerging, all the sense of incongruity disappeared.

As the absolute ruler of Nazarick, Lord Ainz certainly has the right to have his own spouse.

Although the other party is just a lowly lizardman, since it was Lord Ainz's choice—

Demiurge's gaze fell on Kuruxue, and he began to examine this albino lizardman from a completely new perspective.

They were of lowly status, weak in strength, and of lowly race.

But since Lord Ainz likes it, then being a concubine is acceptable.

Demiurge pushed up his glasses, and the light behind the lenses flickered as he began to plan the next steps in his mind.

Lord Ainz didn't say it explicitly because such matters were not convenient to disclose. But as a subordinate, he had an obligation to make thorough preparations for his lord's private affairs.

This is true loyalty.

Demiurge's smile deepened.