Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

In the hands of the lion-beastman captain.

The girl's head drooped completely, her limbs hanging limply at her sides, like a broken doll that had been discarded.

Blood gushed from the wound on the side of her neck, flowing down her thin neck and staining the light gray blanket crimson.

Their eyes, which had been curved into crescent moons just moments before, were now half-closed, and their eyelashes no longer trembled.

The girl's death happened too quickly.

Tapchimi watched all of this unfold in disbelief.

His lips were trembling, and tears in his eyes blurred his vision.

Touchmy wanted to call her name, Leno, but he realized that he had only just heard that name from her, and he hadn't even had a chance to pronounce it properly for her.

"Do not……"

The sound was squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and broken, as if it had been crushed by something.

"No!"

Tapchimi's heart skipped a beat.

The heartbeat was unusually heavy, as if it had broken some kind of constraint.

A power he had never felt before surged up from the depths of his body.

anger.

regret.

I feel guilty.

At this moment, his suppressed emotions erupted simultaneously, like a flood bursting its banks, breaking through all his reason and restraint.

He swung his sword.

Tapchimi himself didn't know why he swung the sword.

Even though they were still more than ten steps away from the lion-orc captain, the sword was definitely too long to reach him.

But his body reacted before his mind could.

The direction the sword blade struck was directly towards the lion-beastman captain.

The image of that smile blooming amidst the blood, and those extinguished eyes, still lingered in Tapchimi's mind.

He didn't aim deliberately.

Tajimi was determined to cut it down.

The sword blade fell.

then

Space has cracked.

An extremely fine crack, almost invisible to the naked eye, sliced ​​through space in the direction Tapimy had struck.

The lion-beastman captain remained in the position of holding the girl.

next moment.

Still shocked by how the chips in his hand had been used to commit suicide, the lion-beast captain suddenly felt everything in front of him slid left and right.

The world seemed out of his sight.

A smooth, mirror-like discontinuity appeared between the left and right halves of the field of vision.

He wanted to look down at his own body.

But he discovered that he could no longer control his body.

His body had been neatly cut in two from the top of his head.

The cut surface was exceptionally smooth, extending from the top of the skull all the way to the pelvis, with even the broken bones gleaming like shattered porcelain.

The lion-orc captain's body was split in two.

Because the wound was so smooth, he didn't realize he had been split open until his body slid to the sides.

"How...is this possible?"

The lion-orc captain uttered his last words in disbelief.

Then, both halves of the body fell to the left and right simultaneously, and blood gushed out from the wounds, drawing a neat fan shape on the soil.

The sharp claw that was gripping the girl released its grip the moment their bodies separated.

Leno's body fell from mid-air, the blanket unfurling in mid-air, wrapping her small body like a fallen leaf returning to its roots.

The world fell silent for a moment.

Gazok stared at the lion-beastman captain's body, now split in two, his pig-like grin freezing into disbelief.

Rune stood frozen in place, watching the spatial rift slowly close.

His pupils contracted slightly for a moment.

'It actually...successful.'

The moment this thought exploded in his mind, he almost couldn't control his emotions.

The intense excitement even made Rune's fingers tremble slightly, and he could only clench his fists to forcefully suppress it.

Rune turned his head and looked toward the edge of the camp.

But all I saw were a few dry leaves being rolled up and swirling in the air.

The figure in the black tuxedo was no longer in the same spot.

Rune immediately turned his head almost instinctively and looked in the direction of Tapimi.

Tachimi collapsed.

The boy fell backward, the sword slipping from his hand and landing on the soil beside him.

His eyes were half-open, and his breathing was rapid and weak. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth and flowed down his chin.

Perhaps due to the attack just now, Tapu Mi subconsciously consumed his remaining HP in order to increase its power.

So the injury looks more serious than before.

Tajimi's azure eyes gazed at the sky, his consciousness somewhat blurred; he no longer had the energy to see the outcome of the attack.

Sebastian instantly knelt beside him and caught his falling body.

Tears streamed down the old butler's wrinkled face.

Rune had never seen Sebastian with this expression before.

Tears welled up in those light gray eyes, winding their way down the deep wrinkles and dripping onto Tapimi's armor.

Sebastian cradled Tapimi's head and spine with both hands, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a sacred relic that had been lost and found.

His arm was placed under Tapimy's shoulder blade, his sleeve shielding the boy from contact with the soil.

The black tailcoat that was usually spotless was now covered in blood and dust, but Sebastian was completely oblivious.

Through his tear-blurred vision, the boy in silver armor overlapped with the figure from the depths of his memory that had never faded.

"Lord Taqimi..."

Sebastian's voice was hoarse, and his face showed a mixture of disbelief, excitement, joy, and pain.

"It's you...it really is you..."

Chapter 97 Understanding and Considerate

Sunlight streamed down through the gaps between the hills, illuminating the entire valley.

The camp was filled with the smell of blood and dust, and a few tattered tents were still emitting wisps of smoke, which looked particularly jarring against the clear blue sky.

Rune dragged his injured body toward Sebastian and Tapimi.

The movement would aggravate the wound on my side, the place where I was hit by Gazok's giant club.

A dull pain spread from my left rib to my chest, and I could feel a faint grinding sound of bones when I breathed.

But Rune did not slow down because of this.

Rune was still replaying the scene in his mind.

The moment Tapimy's sword fell, space cracked open.

Although the crack only existed for less than a second before quickly closing, the texture of "cutting through space" was almost identical to the exclusive skill of the world champion in YGGDRASIL, only differing greatly in scale and imposing presence.

"We finally succeeded."

After his initial excitement, Rune also breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Touchi showed this strength in front of Sebastian, and everything he gave was worth it.

When Rune granted Tapchimi the innate ability of [Dimensional Slash] several years ago, he almost exhausted all the experience points he had accumulated.

Fortunately, for people from another world, the speed at which they can regain their level through retraining far exceeds the initial rate of improvement.

This is somewhat different from YGGDRASIL, where if you drop a level, you have to painstakingly grind it all over again.

It greatly saved Rune's time, but even so, the cost to Rune was still huge, but the results were gratifying.

Sebastian's reaction was stronger than he had anticipated.

The usually calm and collected old butler knelt beside Tapchimi, tears streaming down his face.

Even from a distance, Rune could see the complex emotions on Sebastian's face, like a spilled palette of colors.

"really."

Rune made a judgment in his mind.

The initial plan was correct.

Sebastian's obsession with the creator was so profound that it made him abandon the reserve and dignity of being a steward of Nazarick.

But Rune still needs to confirm a few things.