Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Rune paused in his movements.

He looked up at the girl in front of him who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

He's almost two hundred years old.

They can only assemble two sides.

Still proud?

“You…” Rune opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn’t know what to say.

"Does little Rune want to learn?" Antilin suddenly took a step closer, a rare interest flashing in her heterochromatic eyes. "I can teach you how to assemble both sides."

Rune looked at her and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he slowly asked, "How long did you work on it?"

"More than a hundred years."

Antilin's expression remained unchanged; she merely tilted her head slightly.

Is there a problem?

Rune took a deep breath.

"no problem."

Rune felt he was somewhat outmatched by Jue Shi Jue Ming.

Chapter 27 Infinite Magic

“Miss Antilin,” Rune decided to change the subject, “I’d like to go for a walk.”

"go out?"

“Yes.” Rune nodded. “We can’t just stay in the Holy Land forever. I want to see how the people of the Theocracy live.”

This is the truth.

Although the murals in the sanctuary gave him a more direct understanding of the history of the Holy Kingdom, he was even more eager to see with his own eyes what this country, founded by his former comrades, actually looked like now.

Antilinen was silent for a moment.

Then she put away the Rubik's Cube, and the huge scythe disappeared behind her at some point.

"it is good."

She reached out and naturally took Rune's hand.

The hand was still slightly cool, yet surprisingly reassuring. Rune hesitated for a moment, then didn't pull away.

"Let's go."

When I stepped out of the sanctuary, the sunlight was just right.

The streets of the Kingdom of Theology are completely different from those of the capital. The stone-paved roads are smooth, and there are neat houses on both sides of the road with snow-white walls and colorful flowers on the windowsills.

A faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air, like the scent of some unknown flower mixed with the aroma of baking bread.

The streets were bustling with people, yet they didn't feel crowded. People wore expressions rarely seen in the capital—a sense of peace, contentment, and belief that tomorrow would be better.

Where does Little Rune want to go?

Antilin's voice came from above, still in that cold tone.

Rune thought for a moment: "Let's just wander around."

They walked through the fountain square, through the temple district, and through the commercial street. Antilin didn't say much, only occasionally stopping to look at the shops along the street. Rune also didn't say much, simply observing this familiar yet unfamiliar land in silence.

until

"Hey."

A childish voice came from the street corner, carrying a kind of arrogance that was incongruous with its age.

"Hey kid over there, you're blocking my way."

Rune stopped in his tracks.

It's not because of the content of the sound.

Rather, it's because of the sound itself.

It looks somewhat familiar.

He turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.

A little girl, about five or six years old, was standing at the street corner.

Her blue hair shimmered softly in the sunlight, neatly braided into two small braids that hung over her shoulders. Her brown eyes, with a hint of impatient arrogance, were looking this way with her chin tilted back.

That face

Rune was stunned.

That's Hill's face.

The same.

But their expressions were completely different.

The Hill he remembered was always timid, speaking softly, and shrinking into the smallest ball. But this girl stood there with her hands on her hips, chin held high, her brown eyes filled with an arrogant "I'm not to be trifled with" attitude.

"Hill?"

Rune spoke instinctively.

"What are you doing here? Where is Butler Aldred?"

The little girl blinked.

Then her eyebrows furrowed, and a clear displeasure flashed in her brown eyes.

"what?"

She tilted her head and looked at Rune with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Who is Hill?

That tone, that expression, that slightly rising intonation at the end of the sentence.

She's a total little devil.

Rune's lips twitched.

He looked at Antiline, hoping to get an explanation from her. But Antiline simply stood there quietly, her heterochromatic eyes watching the scene unfold, her face expressionless.

“Hill,” Rune turned to look at the little girl, trying to keep his voice calm, “It’s only been a short time since we last met, how did you go astray?”

The little girl's eyes widened even more.

"Hey, hey, hey," she took two steps forward, tilting her head back to look at Rune, her brown eyes filled with undisguised disdain, "Who are you? Do I even know you?"

She paused, then added:

"Also, who is Hill? That's such a corny name! Who would have a name like that?"

Rune: "..."

He took a deep breath.

This is definitely not Hill.

Hill would never speak in that tone.

But this face

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Judge... Mr. Rune."

Rune turned his head.

The High Priest was walking briskly towards them, a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment on his aged face.

He clearly changed "God of Judgment" to "Mr. Rune" at the last minute in order to avoid revealing Rune's identity.

The High Priest's gaze fell on Rune, then on Antilin, and finally on the little girl with her hands on her hips at the street corner.

His expression subtly shifted.

"You've met Alice."

"Alice?"

Rune repeated the name.

“Yes.” The High Priest stepped forward. “Alice Ishte, a child of the Ishte family.”

He paused, then added, "The Ishte family is a long-standing divine lineage within the Holy Kingdom."

Divine bloodline.

They are the descendants of the six great gods.

Rune's gaze fell once again on the little girl named Alice, who was looking at them with a wary look that seemed to ask, "What are you whispering about?" Her brown eyes were alert and proud.

“What the High Priest means is,” Rune looked at the little girl named Alice, “that she is not Hill.”

This statement is less of a question and more of a confirmation.

Rune paused for a moment.

He suddenly remembered a question.

"Didn't the High Priest just say that he had to deal with urgent government affairs?"

The High Priest's expression froze for a moment.

But in just a moment, a polite smile returned to that aged face.

"It's been taken care of."

His tone was impeccably sincere.