Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

She watched Feifei ride on Naga's back, her body undulating slightly with the swaying of Naga's snake tail. From time to time, she would arch her back slightly to maintain her balance, and even reach out to pat Naga's thin shoulder in approval.

Her ears started to burn again.

Beneath that helmet was Lord Ainz's face.

At this moment, the face's incarnation was riding on the back of a snake with the upper body of an old man, head held high, fearless, like a knight who had tamed a dragon in an epic.

Nabella silently climbed onto Kurasuke's back and then lowered her head.

This time, she lowered her head even further than before, almost burying it in the fluffy downy hair around Kurasuke's nape.

"Let's go," Feifei said.

Rurarus's serpent tail began to swing rhythmically, drawing a winding S-shaped trajectory on the ground.

Feifei swayed her waist and abdomen slightly to the rhythm, and the joints of her armor made a slow and rhythmic creaking sound as they moved.

Kura-suke pushed his four short legs behind him, while Nabella on his back buried her face in his fur, her face turning red from her ears all the way to the base of her neck.

"Lady Nabe?" Kurasuke asked cautiously, his feet not stopping, his four short legs making soft rustling sounds on the dirt road.

"Are you alright? Your face is very red. Is it because my fur isn't clean enough? I really did wash it today and combed it three times."

"Shut up." Nabella's muffled voice came from the downy hair around the back of Kurasuke's neck as she gripped his fur tightly with her fingers.

"Yes, I will shut up." Kurasuke shrank back.

The silence lasted for about three seconds.

"Lady Nabe, you really don't need to worry so much. I think the Naga..."

I told you to shut up.

"Yes." Kurasuke kept his mouth shut even tighter, not daring to even twitch his beard.

Naberal peeked out from the gaps in the downy fur, glanced at the scene before immediately burying her face back into the fur.

She still couldn't quite accept it.

Naberal felt she probably needed to reassess the psychological cost of this mission.

Moreover, this is not the worst of it yet.

She had a vague premonition that things would get even worse once she reached Yelantier.

Chapter 40 Triumph

When the city gate appeared at the end of the road, the outline of Yelantil was particularly clear 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 Feifei; the name "Feifei," a mithril-level adventurer, was already quite familiar in Yelantier.

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 Western Serpent.” Fei Fei’s voice came from under the helmet. “The Western Serpent of the Tob Great Forest has submitted to me.”

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...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 Yelantil is bustling at this time of day.

The woman selling bread had just put 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 Wise King! Look over there, Miss Nabe is riding the Forest Wise 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 pressed together in a German military salute.

The citizens of Yelantil were even more excited.

"Lord Feifei!" "So 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'akert, 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 Narberal? 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 he affected by some kind of magic? But he doesn't look 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 Yerantil, 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 might have her reasons for doing this.'

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

He saw Pandora raise her right hand, bring her five 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 Yeranthir 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 Yelantil seemed to be holding a grand celebration, celebrating the black warrior riding on the back of the old serpent.

Ainz's jaw opened up again.

He couldn't understand it at all.

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

He was so handsome that it made him want to learn from him.

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 battle 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.