Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

When Si lowered her hand, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became more rapid than before.

After she finished casting the spell, the platinum light gradually subsided and merged into the chest of the corpse.

A moment later, a soft coughing sound was heard in the warehouse.

The first soldier to come back to life sat up abruptly, panting heavily, his eyes wide open.

He looked around blankly, saw the warehouse ceiling and walls, and then saw Rune standing in the doorway. His lips moved a few times.

"Sir...sir..."

"Lie still." Rune's voice came from the doorway, carrying a reassuring power. "You've just been resurrected, rest for a bit."

The soldier blinked, as if he was still processing the meaning of those words.

A moment later, he lay back down and exhaled deeply.

As Silk continued to activate [Resurrection of the Dead],

More groans and coughs rose from all over the warehouse, and one after another, the bodies that had been bathed in light awoke.

She examined each body one by one, confirming that the injuries on each corpse had been completely healed.

Her brow would relax a little whenever a soldier sat up or made a sound.

But some of the bodies were so badly mutilated that she could only shake her head in regret.

“Brother, I did my best. Those few… their wounds were too deep; some vital organs were completely destroyed, beyond the scope of any possibility of resurrection.”

Rune's gaze fell on the still-quiet bodies, and he remained silent for a moment.

“…I understand,” he said. “Their sacrifice was not in vain.”

Si nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the warehouse.

"Lord Luen!"

It was Tapimi's voice. The boy almost ran to the warehouse door, panting, his short, bright blond hair a mess in the wind.

His gaze swept eagerly over Rune's shoulder, scanning the interior of the warehouse before quickly dimming.

"Lord Rune... Lenor, she..."

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he himself understood that the tiny possibility probably wouldn't fall on her.

Rune paused for a moment, then said to Silk, "There's one more."

Si noticed the boy's pale face and clenched fists.

“Over there.” Rune looked toward the corner of the warehouse.

There was a separate wooden plank bed, closer to the inside than the others, where a small figure lay quietly.

Si walked over and lifted the white cloth covering the girl, revealing a tender little face.

Golden hair plastered to her forehead, and a dark red, congealed wound on the side of her neck.

Si's gaze lingered on the wound for a moment, then swept over the girl's face, and her brows slowly furrowed.

Tachimi stood a few steps away, his hands clasped in front of him, as if awaiting a verdict.

At this moment, only undisguised regret remained in Si's eyes.

"I'm sorry, this child's health is too low to meet the requirements for [Resurrection of the Dead]."

Chapter 107 Deceiving Ainz

The cold air in the warehouse had not completely dissipated, and the soldiers who had been resurrected by the silk were helping each other as they walked out.

Their steps were still a little unsteady, but their faces had regained their color.

Tachimi stood before the solitary wooden plank, looking down at Leno's sleeping face.

Her eyelashes drooped silently, like two folded butterfly wings. The wound on her neck had congealed into a dark red, which stood out starkly against her pale skin.

"...I'm sorry, this child's life points are too low to meet the requirements for [Resurrection of the Dead]."

The sound of silk still echoed in the warehouse, like a pair of scissors gently closing, cutting off Tapchimi's fantasies.

Tapchimi's shoulders slumped.

He looked at the dark brown, congealed wound on the girl's neck, remembering how she used her last strength to charge at the lion-man's claws, and the last smile she gave.

“...Leno”.

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Si watched Tapimy's retreating figure, then turned to look at Rune, her eyes conveying a question.

Rune shook his head slightly.

at this time

"Lord Tachimi."

A steady voice came from behind Tapimi, like a boulder falling on the water, ripples spreading outwards and pushing away Tapimi's despair.

Tachimi suddenly turned his head.

Sebastian stood at the warehouse door.

His black tuxedo hem swayed slightly, his silver hair was neatly combed, and he stood there, his eyes calm and firm as he gazed at Tapimit.

“Tomorrow,” Sebastian said, “the child will surely be resurrected.”

Tears still clung to the edges of Tapchimi's eyes, reflecting the cautious anticipation within. "Is...it true?"

"I assure you."

Tajimi stood up, his thin figure swaying in the dim light.

He opened his mouth, but a thousand words stuck in his throat, ultimately turning into a burning gaze and a muffled "...Thank you, Lord Sebastian."

Tapchimi lowered his head and looked at Leno again, but his shoulders were no longer trembling.

Rune took it all in, leaning against a wooden pillar with his arms crossed over his chest.

When did Sebastian arrive? Was he always there? And then watched this unfold, only to reappear when Tapia was heartbroken?

Rune, judging others by his own standards, made this deduction.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Qi Ya Lei was willing to follow him in such a short time in the original work; this is probably the essence of picking up girls.

The results were indeed remarkable; Tapchimi is no longer in a precarious state.

Rune lowered his eyes and memorized the move.

The brief silence in the warehouse was broken by the sound of silk.

“Mr. Sebastian,” she tilted her head slightly, her tone tinged with confusion, “tomorrow…how do you intend to resurrect her? Fifth-tier resurrection magic might…”

“Miss Silk, there’s no need to worry.” Sebastian bowed slightly, his tone polite but leaving no room for further questioning. “I have my own way.”

Si blinked, looked at the old man in front of her dressed as a butler, thought for a few moments, and finally just nodded without asking any more questions.

She had no reason to question someone her elder brother trusted.

Rune picked up the conversation at the right moment: "Tachimi, you should go back to your tent and rest."

Tapimy slowly turned and left. As he passed Sebastian, he gave him a pleading look before walking away.

The footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared outside the warehouse.

Si also tugged at Laivel's robe tactfully. "Brother, I'll go and make arrangements for the resurrected soldiers first..."

After saying that, he grabbed Iver and walked out of the warehouse.

The door was gently closed.

Only Rune and Sebastian remained in the warehouse.

The chill of ice magic still lingered in the air, and the bodies that had failed to be resurrected lay quietly beneath the white sheet on the wooden plank.

“Sebastian,” Rune broke the silence first.

The old butler and Rune exchanged glances.

"Are you really sure?" Rune asked. "Resurrecting her with the power behind you will require a considerable price, won't it?"

Sebastian remained silent for a moment.

"Lord Rune, I made a promise to Lord Touchimi."

“I know,” Rune began to play the good guy. “I was just thinking that if this promise would put you in a difficult position, you could tell me. We can find another way.”

Sebastian looked into Rune's light green eyes and read genuine concern in them.

“No need to worry.” Sebastian’s resolve only strengthened.

Rune stared at him for a long time.

"Alright, Sebastian, do what you can."

He turned and walked towards the warehouse door.

After taking a few steps, Rune turned back. "Sebastian."

"Ok?"

“...Tatchimi, I think even if you couldn’t revive Leno, he won’t blame you.”

After saying this, Rune pushed open the door and walked out. The door closed behind him, plunging the warehouse back into darkness.

Sebastian lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, Leno.

'I will never let Lord Tapchimi down.'

Sebastian thought with unwavering conviction.

By the time Sebastian returned to his temporary lodgings, it was already getting dark.

He closed the door and let out a long breath.