Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Ainz was stunned by Demiurge's wild imagination for a long time.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and he said, "Yes, yes, that's right, that's why I left Nabella in Yelantil for this moment."

"Ahem, I've decided that I will re-activate my identity as the adventurer 'Momo' to explore the hidden information of this world."

Ainz echoed Demiurge's words.

The words had barely left his mouth when two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

"Absolutely not!" Demiurge took a step forward, his expression revealing obvious tension.

“Absolutely not, Lord Ainz.” Albedo’s voice followed closely behind, her golden vertical pupils filled with undisguised worry.

Ainz's jaw opened slightly.

He had assumed his suggestion would be accepted, since following Demiurge's line of thought should have been the obvious conclusion.

The sudden opposition caught him somewhat off guard.

Fortunately, Demiurge quickly explained: "Lord Ainz, the conclusions about dragons are not yet finalized, and it is still too dangerous for the adventurer 'Momo' to go out and explore alone."

He adjusted his glasses and offered a rigorous analysis: "Although I deduce that the dragon is unlikely to be able to read Shalltear's memories, this deduction has not yet been confirmed. If the dragon's attack power really does reach the level Sebastian described, the risk of you acting alone is far too great."

Albedo picked up the conversation, her voice filled with suppressed excitement: "Lord Ainz, regardless of whether Demiurge's deduction is correct or not, I absolutely cannot agree to let you take such a risk. Nazarick cannot lose you."

The other guardians nodded in agreement.

Their meaning was clear: Lord Ainz absolutely could not be allowed to take risks himself.

As Ainz watched this scene, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him. These guardians were always like this, prioritizing his safety above all else.

"So," Ainz's voice regained the composure befitting a Supreme Being, "what do you mean?"

Demiurge bowed slightly: "I believe it is better to have someone else impersonate 'Momo'."

Albedo's eyes lit up, and she added, "That's right. The identity of 'Momo,' an adventurer personally created by Lord Ainz, is indeed valuable, but under the current circumstances, it's best to have someone else conduct intelligence gathering on your behalf until it's confirmed to be safe, after which you can take over personally."

Ainz touched his jawbone.

This suggestion makes sense and is much more reliable than his own idea.

So, who will impersonate "Momo"?

The red light in Ainz's eye sockets flickered slightly.

Pandora Actor, a level 100 NPC he created himself, is the guardian of the Treasure Hall.

As a dual phantom, he can replicate forty-five different appearances and use their abilities, but the strength can only reach eighty percent of the original.

If he were to impersonate "Momo," he would be the best choice, both in terms of ability and credibility.

only……

Ainz couldn't help but picture that smooth, pink egg-shaped head, the exaggerated salute, and the pretentious German lines.

If sweating were possible, Ainz would probably be drenched in sweat by now.

But there are no better candidates at the moment.

'...Let's do it this way.'

Ainz rose from his throne.

"Albedo, come with me."

The teleportation light from the Treasure Hall dissipated, and Ainz and Albedo appeared before the familiar golden mountain range.

A faint purple gas lingered in the air; it was the deadly poison of Jormungandr's blood.

However, Ainz doesn't need to worry about it; as an undead, the poison has no effect on him.

Albedo had already prepared herself for the poison.

“Lord Ainz.” Albedo followed behind Ainz, her golden vertical pupils sweeping over the mountains of gold coins and scattered treasures. “This is…”

“The Treasure Hall. The place managed by Pandora Arcte,” Ainz replied briefly, stepping forward.

His pace was a bit faster than usual.

The two crossed the golden mountain range and arrived at a dark door.

Ainz, prompted, recited the password to open the door: "Thus, you alone possess the glory of the whole world, and all darkness will stay away from you."

The black image vanished quickly, as if sucked away by something, revealing a passage leading to the armory.

The armory displays were as spectacular as ever.

Broadswords, greatswords, armor-piercing swords, flame-bladed swords, scimitars, fist swords—thousands upon thousands of magical weapons were neatly arranged on both sides, gleaming with various colors in the dim light.

Albedo's gaze swept over the weapons, and an expression of admiration appeared on her face.

Ainz didn't stop, but went straight through the armory and towards the empty room that served as a reception room.

The sofa and table stood there quietly, and the passageway at the end of the room led deeper into the room, toward the shrine.

"Pandoraicte".

Ainz's voice echoed in the empty room.

Almost at the same instant, a figure emerged from the depths of the passage.

It was an alien with a pink, egg-shaped head.

The flat face had only three holes; the eyes and mouth were three holes that looked like they had been painted black. There were no eyeballs, teeth, or tongue.

He wore a hat with Ainz Ooal Gown's guild emblem on it and a uniform that resembled a military uniform.

He forcefully brought his ankles together, making a crisp sound, and then exaggeratedly raised his right hand to the brim of his hat.

"Welcome, my creator, Lord Ainz!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy, with a certain deliberately dramatic quality.

Ainz felt something deep within his soul aching.

“…Pandoracus, I have a task for you.”

"Oh! Please give me your orders! Whatever the task, I will complete it to the best of my ability!"

Pandoracust remained in a salute, its egg-shaped head appearing exceptionally round in the dim light.

Ainz reached into his spatial storage and retrieved a set of jet-black full-body armor, the surface of which gleamed dimly under the magic lamp.

Beside it were two equally black greatswords, with wide blades and extremely heavy weight.

This is "Momo's" equipment.

"Put on this armor. Then, transform into my likeness."

Pandora's empty eyes stared at the armor, then she bowed exaggeratedly once more.

"As ordered!"

Black plate armor covered his torso, with arm and leg guards securely fastened, followed by a full-face helmet.

Then Pandora Actor activated his racial ability.

The figure beneath the full-face helmet began to twist and deform, and the outline of the armor was slightly adjusted.

When the transformation was complete, standing before Ainz was a warrior who looked exactly like "Feifei".

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A tall, silent figure emerged, shrouded in jet-black armor.

"Lord Ainz, is this alright?"

The voice came from under the helmet; it was Feifei's deep, indifferent voice.

Gone was the exaggerated tone and deliberate intonation from before.

A faint red light flickered in Ainz's eye sockets.

This guy is actually quite capable when he's not having an attack.

"Hmm, very good." Ainz nodded slightly. "Regarding the specifics of the mission..."

"Disguised as the adventurer 'Momo,' we will travel to Yelantil to meet with Narberal and continue our activities under the name of the Dark Squad, gathering all the hidden information about this world."

“…And one more thing,” Ainz’s voice held a hint of seriousness, “this is a test for you.”

Pandora's helmet tilted slightly, as if expressing doubt.

"You are my creation, and the strongest dual illusion in Nazarick. But all this time, you've stayed in the Treasure Hall, without ever having the chance to truly participate in Nazarick's operations." Ainz's voice carried an undeniable weight. "This mission is your chance to prove yourself."

Pandorakert was slightly taken aback.

Then, he brought his ankles together again and raised his hands to his helmet.

However, this action seemed somewhat out of place given the appearance of the adventurer "Momo".

"I will not let you down, Lord Ainz."

The composed style is gone; Pandora has become flamboyant again.

Ainz looked at the black-clad warrior saluting and awkwardly covered his face with his hand.

This was the concept he added when creating Pandora's Actor; at the time, he thought it was cool. Now...

I still think it's cool.

Of course, the premise is that Albedo doesn't see it.

A flash of green light, and Ainz regained his composure.

“Get up,” Ainz said. “Your mission is to impersonate the adventurer Momo. Be mindful of your identity.”

Pandora stood up and resumed her posture as a dark warrior.

“There’s one more thing.” Ainz took out an item from his spatial storage—an adventurer’s metal badge, belonging to the mithril-class team “Jet Black.” “This is ‘Momo’s’ identification. From now on, you are Momo.”

Pandorakert took the metal plaque and smoothly hung it around his neck.

Albedo, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up.

"Lord Ainz." Her voice was gentle, and her golden vertical pupils gleamed with a warm light in the dim light. "I have a request."