Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Moments later, screams echoed from deep within the Crimson Temple.

The sound was short and sharp, but it was abruptly cut off. It echoed a few times in the shadows of the charred stone pillars before coming to an abrupt end.

Demiurge sat at his desk, looking down at the freshly peeled skin in his hand.

The edges are neat and clean, like carefully cut silk.

He squinted slightly, his fingertips gently gliding across the surface, savoring the delicate texture.

The unique softness and elasticity of human skin provided him with a satisfying feedback at his fingertips.

Demiurge nodded thoughtfully.

"It seems just right as a substrate for low-end scrolls."

He laid the skin flat on the table and carefully examined every inch of its texture. With proper processing, this skin could probably be used to make a magic scroll of decent quality.

While Demiurge was pondering how to improve his craftsmanship.

Deep within the Crimson Temple, on a cleared area, several dark red marks remained, faintly visible in the glow of the lava.

But apart from that, there is no indication that anything ever happened.

The three children huddled together in the corner.

Their youthful faces showed no signs of injury, but their three pairs of eyes held a pain and fear far beyond what one would expect from someone their age.

Their gazes fell on the leather pouch in Demiurge's hand, and their entire bodies tensed and trembled involuntarily.

Demiurge's entire attention was focused on that skin, and he gained a deeper understanding of Lord Ainz's intentions.

"Lord Ainz must have thought of this as well."

He pushed up his glasses, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly.

"That's why you specifically sought out this kind of material to send over."

"Only high-quality, reusable materials that can be restored with healing magic after being obtained are worth Lord Ainz's personal search."

Demiurge mentally pieced together the complete sequence of events.

Lord Ainz noticed the material shortage issue that Ainz had casually mentioned earlier and kept it in mind.

So Lord Ainz personally went to find suitable materials, and considering Nazarick's long-term needs, he specifically chose types that could be repeatedly harvested, but disguised it as a "gift he brought along".

This is clearly because Lord Ainz doesn't want him to feel indebted.

The logical chains meshed perfectly in his mind, and Demiurge revealed a genuine smile.

"Lord Ainz continues to give selflessly, asking for nothing in return."

"However, I will never let Lord Ainz's efforts go to waste. I will make a high-quality scroll to repay Lord Ainz's kindness."

"This is the proper attitude of a guardian of Nazarick."

In the corner, the three children huddled together.

They had no injuries on their bodies, as if the great terror that had just occurred in that short period of time was just an illusion.

But they knew it wasn't.

The pain of being stripped away, and the itching that comes with it growing back the next moment, are deeply etched into their young souls.

The girl finally couldn't hold back and let out a soft sob.

Demiurge paused slightly.

He turned his head, his gaze calmly falling on the three children, the elegant smile still on his lips.

"do not Cry."

His voice was gentle, yet possessed an irresistible magic, and the girl's crying stopped abruptly.

"Lord Ainz has entrusted you to me, which is an honor for you. As long as you cooperate well, you will be able to live happily ever after."

He withdrew his gaze and refocused on the leather bag in his hands.

After all, sustainably used materials are far more valuable than disposable items.

The light from the teleportation flashed in the warehouse, then quickly faded away.

Pestonia's figure emerged from the light. She looked around and confirmed that she had arrived at her destination.

The air in the border city carried a dry, dusty scent, quite unlike the almost constant atmosphere of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Light streamed down from the ventilation window high up, and dust particles floated slowly within it.

Inside the warehouse, a straight figure stood beside a wooden bed, waiting quietly.

Pestonia approached the figure.

"Lord Sebastian."

The head maid greeted Sebastian respectfully, her enormous dog ears twitching slightly beneath her headscarf.

Sebastian turned around, a gentle expression appearing on his wrinkled face.

"Pestonia, thank you for making this trip."

“It was Lord Ainz’s order, and it’s my duty.” Pestonia straightened up, her gaze falling on the wooden plank bed that had been placed there alone.

"Lord Sebastian, have you encountered some trouble?"

“It’s not really a problem.” Sebastian stepped aside to make room for the quiet little figure on the bed. “There’s just a child who needs your help.”

Pestonia stepped forward.

Her gaze fell on Leno's thin face, his golden hair plastered to his forehead, and the wound on his neck that had congealed into a dark brown mark, which stood out starkly against his pale skin.

The child looked to be no more than six or seven years old.

Pestonia's dog ears tucked back slightly, and a hint of pity flashed in her eyes.

"Such a young child..." her voice lowered, "Was he/she killed in the war?"

Sebastian didn't want to explain in detail, so he simply replied, "She chose to sacrifice herself to protect others."

Pestonia nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions.

Pestonia noticed that Leno's eyes were covered by a thick black eye patch, completely obscuring his still-closed eyes.

She turned her head to look at Sebastian, her gaze questioning.

“I prepared this in advance,” Sebastian said calmly. “If this child wakes up and sees our faces…”

Pestonia understood what Sebastian meant.

The members of Nazarick are mostly alien species, and human children would likely be frightened again if they suddenly saw those strangely shaped faces.

Moreover, keeping Nazarick's intelligence secrets is also a necessary consideration.

Although Lord Sebastian is a handsome old man in human form, he still used the form of "we" to describe her in order to take care of her.

Lord Sebastian remains as gentle as ever.

Pestonia raised her hands, and soft light gathered at her fingertips.

The light started as a faint point, like a firefly in the distance at night, but then it quickly expanded and flowed, the light slowly falling and seeping into Leno's chest.

The light of the ninth-tier faith-based magic, [True Resurrection], spread throughout the warehouse.

Unlike the faint, mercury-like light that flowed when Si cast her spells, Pestonia's radiance was much more intense, as if sunlight had been concentrated and injected into her small body.

Leno's body trembled slightly.

The dark brown wound on the side of the neck began to heal at a visible speed, with the skin regenerating and gradually repairing the ruptured blood vessels and muscles to their original state.

Then, the girl's eyelashes moved.

First there was a very slight tremor, like grass blades being rustled by the wind, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

The blindfold obscured her vision, leaving her only in darkness, but her breathing became clearly audible.

Leno's lips moved slightly, emitting a muffled breath.

Chapter 110 The New Layout of the Great Tomb

They found that Leno had already woken up.

Sebastian stepped forward to comfort him, saying, "Don't be afraid, you're safe now."

Pestonia's gaze lingered on Leno for a moment, confirming that the child had fully recovered, and her expression was filled with obvious relief.

Then she noticed several bodies covered with white sheets lying in a corner of the warehouse.

The silhouette beneath the white cloth was taller than Leno's, and the cloth was not completely covered, revealing several dried dark bloodstains along the edges.

These were the territory soldiers whose bodies were badly damaged and whom Rune had "accidentally" left behind.

Pestonia's gaze lingered on the bodies for a moment before she voiced the question that had been bothering her.

"Lord Sebastian, these are..."

“They are soldiers who died in the Aindora territory.” Sebastian followed her gaze. “After they died in battle, their bodies were severely damaged, and fifth-tier resurrection magic could not bring them back to life.”

Pestonia's dog ears twitched slightly.

"So... they, like this child, also need high-level resurrection magic to be resurrected?"

Sebastian hesitated for a moment.

He didn't want to trouble Pestonia any further, as this was not within her mission scope to begin with, and the continuous use of high-level magic would also take a toll on the caster.

But then he remembered the faces of those young soldiers, their laughter and chatter in the camp, and their silent figures carrying the bodies of their comrades as they cleared the battlefield.

Lord Tapimit must also regard these people as important companions.

“If possible,” Sebastian said, his voice a little softer than before, “I’d like to ask you for help.”

Upon hearing this, Pestonia's lips curled up slightly.

"Lord Sebastian is still the same as always," she said with a hint of teasing, "always thinking of others."

Sebastian did not respond to this statement; instead, he blindfolded the bodies.