Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Overall strength level: Lv100.

His one-on-one combat ability is the worst among the guardians, but he can command hundreds of high-level magical beasts.

Mare is Yau's twin brother.

The job levels are Forest Priest Lv10, Senior Forest Priest Lv10, Nature Vanguard Lv10, Calamity Apostle Lv5, Forest Mage Lv10, and others.

It is also a being that has reached level 100.

Her overall combat strength is second only to Shalltear among the Guardians, making her the strongest area-of-effect mage in the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Due to the "bubble teapot" quirky humor, Mare was portrayed as a cross-dressing man.

Demiurge pushed up his glasses.

"Of course I don't doubt you."

His voice was calm, as if he were soothing a small, agitated animal.

"However, in Nazarick, no one knows dragons better than you."

Yawu's ears twitched, but he didn't reply.

Demiurge withdrew his gaze and faced the crowd again.

"Although the enemy is very strong, but..."

He paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"We may have overestimated their strength."

Cocytus spoke again, his voice tinged with confusion.

"why is that?"

As he spoke, the cold air he exhaled condensed into white mist in the air and slowly dissipated.

Demiurge did not answer directly.

He turned around, faced the throne, and bowed deeply.

"Lord Ainz."

His voice carried an almost devout reverence.

"Please allow me to announce the results of your magnificent plan."

Ainz sat on the throne, watching Demiurge bow down.

A green light flashed across his body.

Force calm.

The icy sensation surged from the depths of my consciousness, suppressing that familiar feeling of guilt.

"Ah, no problem, Demiurge."

Ainz's voice was calm and steady, without any fluctuation of emotion.

“Explain it to Cocytus in detail.”

Demiurge straightened up, a genuine smile appearing on his handsome face.

"You are so kind and generous."

He turned to Cocytus and pushed his glasses up again.

"The reason is simple."

"First, this piece of armor will appear."

Demiurge's voice was unhurried, as if he were unraveling a complex mathematical problem.

"This shows that the enemy was not unscathed in that battle. If it were an overwhelming victory, the enemy wouldn't have been shot to pieces."

The insect's head turned slightly, as if it were processing the information.

"second."

Demiurge's voice held a newfound composure.

"After the battle, the enemy did not clean up the scene. That piece of dragon armor was left here and was not retrieved by them."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of the guardians present.

"There are only two possibilities. Either the enemy controlling Shalltear doesn't have the extra energy to recover it, or it's worried about reinforcements from the Great Tomb of Nazarick arriving and doesn't have time to recover it."

Demiurge's lips curled up slightly.

"Whichever it is, it shows that the enemy's strength is not as great as we imagined."

A murmur of discussion arose in the throne room, but it quickly subsided.

Chapter 62 Recruiting Runes

Seeing that all the guardians had accepted Lord Ainz's deduction.

Demiurge continued:

"Lord Ainz sent out his lower-ranking servants to conduct a thorough search in order to test whether the other side would interfere with Nazarick's operations."

He turned around, faced Ainz, and bowed deeply.

"And the result is already quite obvious."

Demiurge straightened up.

"The enemy did not attack the family members, nor did they launch an attack on Nazarick."

His voice carried a confident composure.

Albedo tilted her head slightly, a flash of realization crossing her golden vertical pupils.

"I see."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself, but Albedo's gaze was fixed on Ainz's skull face.

"So Lord Ainz was testing the opponent's upper limit of strength from the very beginning."

Ainz, who was standing nearby, heard it clearly and opened his jaw again.

No, not at all.

But with the help of the undead's forced calm, Ainz quickly regained his composure.

Ainz nodded slightly, as if confirming Demiurge's judgment.

"Continue." Ainz's voice came from the throne, so calm that it revealed no emotion.

Demiurge lowered his head.

"As ordered."

He straightened up and his gaze swept over the guardians present.

"Based on the above analysis, we can draw a preliminary conclusion."

Demiurge's voice was slow and solemn.

"Shalltear's loss of control was indeed related to that dragon. But its strength was not enough to defeat Nazarick head-on."

Demiurge pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses becoming even sharper.

"Um... is it possible... that piece of armor was placed there intentionally by the other side to distract us?"

Mare kept his head down, his fingers twisting his staff, his voice so soft it almost disappeared into the emptiness of the throne room.

Demiurge turned to look at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's not possible."

His answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"This encounter was the result of a combination of coincidences. No one could have prepared in advance, let alone predicted Shalltear's actions and deliberately left a misleading message."

Dimitrov paused, as if to confirm the rigor of his logic.

"Shalltear's search route, the time she encountered the adventurers, and the direction she pursued after entering the Blood Frenzy—these variables combined to form an extremely complex chaotic system. It's impossible for anyone to have laid a dragon armor plate in that area in advance."

His voice was steady, each word sounding as if it had been carefully calculated before being uttered.

All the guardians nodded in agreement.

Even with Demiurge's formidable strategies and wisdom, he could not predict Rune's divine intervention.

Ultimately, they were misled by Rune's framing.

The atmosphere in the throne room was more relaxed than before.

The nerves that had been taut because of Shalltear's betrayal gradually relaxed under Demiurge's analysis, like fabric that had been ironed; though still wrinkled, it no longer made one feel uneasy.

Ainz sat on the throne, his gaze sweeping over every guardian present.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Next."

Ainz's voice was steady and clear.

"It's a message about Sebastian."

His voice was slow, as if he was organizing his thoughts, or as if he was giving the guardians time to process them.

"Sebastian proposed that the nobleman of the Kingdom of Riestij, Rune Elbeindru Eindora, be incorporated into the Nazarick community."

The throne room fell silent instantly.

This quiet was different from the previous solemnity; it was sudden, carrying a kind of inexplicable silence.

Albedo was the first to break the silence.

"Humans?"

Albedo's voice wasn't loud, but when she uttered that word, there was a natural, undisguised contempt.

His golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, as if confirming something absurd.