Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Ainz cleared his throat; this action had become a conditioned reflex, an instinct he used to buy time to think in awkward moments.

"In short, be careful next time."

"Yes, Lord Ainz." Demiurge bowed slightly in a respectful manner.

In addition to respect, his expression also showed a sense of satisfaction.

Demiurge silently made a mental record of what he had learned that day.

He witnessed how Lord Ainz had gained the support of the people of Yeranthir using such simple means.

Those cheering citizens will serve as a reference for future planning.

Lord Ainz's wisdom lies in achieving his goal in the simplest way; it's simply too perfect.

At the same time, he also learned about Lord Ainz's aesthetic preferences.

Demiurge smiled knowingly as he recalled Pandora's actions.

'Lord Ainz's taste is indeed remarkable, completely different from those vulgar aesthetics.'

Demiurge decided to carefully study everything he had observed that day.

Ainz looked at Demiurge's thoughtful face and felt that something was not quite right.

But he decided not to investigate further.

Some things, if you delve too deeply into them, will only make you feel worse.

"Demiurge, then what is the purpose of your visit?"

Ainz's voice regained the composure befitting a Supreme Being.

He silently thanked the forced calm he had been forced to do.

Without this passive ability, Ainz feels he probably wouldn't have recovered by now.

“I’m here to check on the progress of the Pandora mission.” Demiurge took a half step forward. “It looks pretty good so far. We can start planning the second phase of Lord Ainz’s plan now.”

Ainz was somewhat puzzled.

'What?'

He silently asked himself the question.

'Phase Two?'

What does Demiurge mean by the second phase? Gathering information using the identity of a Steel-rank adventurer?

wrong.

Demiurge certainly wouldn't think it's that simple.

Ainz knows him too well.

Every time he thought he had figured it out, Demiurge would always find a deeper "intention" from some tricky angle.

Ainz looked around.

Yau and Mare are not here, nor is Cocytes.

Demiurge was all alone around.

'Oops!'

Ainz let out a mournful cry in his heart.

There was no more excuse to ask.

Normally, at times like this, he could say something like, "Explain this to Aou and the others," or "Cocytus seems to have some doubts," and then Demiurge would automatically launch into a long, detailed analysis.

Although those analyses sometimes left him confused, they at least allowed him to piece together what the so-called "plan" actually was from the fragments.

But now the other guardians are not here.

Ainz felt somewhat embarrassed.

The anxiety surging from the depths of his soul kept urging him on.

But he managed to calm his inner panic.

What should I do? Think about it carefully...

Demiurge would never do anything to harm the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

At least on this point, Ainz was certain.

Each of those guardians was created by him and his companions.

Even though some of Demiurge's actions were difficult for him to understand.

For example, he still can't understand why Demiurge dressed Krush in a sexy nightgown and put her on his bed...

But everything Demiurge did was for Nazarick.

'I guess so.'

He silently added a sentence in his mind.

Ainz banished the thoughts about Kuruxue.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

Demiurge was still waiting for his response; the most urgent task was to appease Demiurge first.

Chapter 47 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 bluff his way out, “the second phase of the mission is entirely your responsibility.”

"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's a standard

German military salute.

"Then, I shall 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 is 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.

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 that? Was it after seeing 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's gesture elicited cheers from the citizens of Yelantil.

Demiurge did the same thing, and he did it with such ease and composure.

Ainz himself is not a very confident person.

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

'Could it be...'

He thought to himself silently.

'That move is 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's Actor when he created him in YGGDRASIL, such as the German military salute 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?