Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

As for the main players, we can leave them to Sebastian.

Facing a simultaneous attack from multiple six-armed beings, it was a tough battle for Rune. But for Sebastian, it would probably be a matter of taking them down with a single punch.

So Rune was perfectly at ease slacking off.

Chapter 9 Sebastian's Disappointment

On the other side, the side with the main entrance.

Sebastian is facing the entire Six Arms.

Jieluo's gaze swept over the old man, and a clear displeasure appeared on his face, which was tattooed with wild beast patterns.

He turned his head and looked at Kekedaoer beside him.

"Wasn't he supposed to be the captain of the kingdom's warriors? Why is an old man here?"

Kekedaoer's slender face was also filled with confusion.

He spread his hands, his voice carrying a nonchalant air: "Well...we don't know either. The Viscount's intelligence is never wrong; perhaps something went wrong."

Jielu clicked his tongue and turned his gaze back to Sebastian.

His pupils gleamed coldly under the dim light of the porch lamp, as if he were examining an object that wasn't worth his time.

“It doesn’t really matter,” he said, with a dismissive air of self-righteousness. “It can be resolved in a minute anyway.”

He turned his head to look at Kekedaoer, a smile curving his lips.

"Fine, consider this old man's life a gift from us. It'll be a good warm-up."

Gelo didn't even look at Sebastian directly, as if this old butler in the black tuxedo was nothing more than a piece of meat on a chopping board.

Sebastian stood rooted to the spot. His wrinkled face remained expressionless, but his voice rang out steadily.

“You underestimate me too much. My name is Sebastian. The one who gave me this name is the strongest warrior. The master I serve is the supreme ruler… Never mind, it’s no use talking to you lowly people.”

Compared to the urgency of needing to save people in the original story, Sebastian is not in a hurry to end the battle at this moment.

Rune was guarding the side door; the entire building had been sealed off.

He planned to test these people properly.

Perhaps we can get some good information from these people.

Jielu tilted his head and gave a wink to the side.

“Peshlian, the ‘Spatial Slash’ expert, this old man is yours.”

"As ordered."

A man dressed in full armor stepped forward.

Sebastian's gaze fell on that person.

When Sebastian heard this title, his consciousness involuntarily drifted into a daze.

【Space Slash】.

These words were like a fine needle, precisely piercing a carefully sealed corner deep within his memory.

Those images came flooding back without warning, carrying the dust of time and a luster that has never faded.

The one who created him was Touch Me, one of the Supreme Lords of the Ainz Ooal Gown Guild and the World Champion.

That person's trump card was a strike that could cleave through space.

And now, the human in front of me, this bodyguard who works for a criminal organization, is also known as "Space Slash".

Sebastian recalled the rumors he had heard in the capital.

"The souls of the strong will return to this world, accompanied by innate [supernatural abilities]."

Sebastian initially did not believe such rumors.

but.

Lord Ainz also specifically instructed him to pay attention to relevant information in this area.

Lord Ainz, the Supreme Being whose wisdom is unfathomable.

Even he cares about this.

That might be true...

Sebastian raised his eyes and looked at Peshrian.

An expression appeared on his wrinkled face that was completely different from his usual composed demeanor.

Sebastian's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes held an almost desperate longing.

He couldn't quite understand his own feelings right now.

Sebastian hopes that this person is the reincarnation of Lord Touchimi.

Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, even if it is just a tiny fragment remaining deep within the soul.

If that's the case, then he will be able to see that person again.

But he didn't want that.

Lord Tapimit, such an upright and kind person.

How could his reincarnation possibly work as a bodyguard for a criminal organization?

how is this possible.

With mixed feelings, Sebastian assumed a fighting stance.

He raises his hands from his sides, lowers his center of gravity, and separates his feet. This is a standard fighting stance, without any unnecessary embellishments, yet it conveys sufficient importance.

The light from the porch lamp fell on his gray hair and his straight back.

Those eyes were now fixed on Peshrian, the emotions within them gradually suppressed, replaced by a calm and insightful scrutiny.

"Space Slash" Peshrian moved.

He earned this nickname by his extraordinary skill of drawing his sword from its one-meter-long scabbard and slicing his opponent in two from three meters away.

This move doesn't actually cut through space.

The secret lies in the sword.

There is a type of sword called a sword whip. It is a longsword made of flexible iron sheet, which is easy to bend. The weapon he wields is a sword whip shaved to its thinnest point, which can also be called a silk-cutting sword. Perhaps calling it a thin whip made of metal would be more accurate.

When this weapon is drawn from its sheath and swung at high speed, it can kill enemies without leaving a trace, only a flash of cold light, hence its nickname.

Compared to the other six-armed individuals, this move was almost like magic, but his ability to wield this difficult weapon so skillfully demonstrated his exceptional abilities as a warrior.

If the same weapon were given to Gazef, even though he was known as the strongest warrior, he wouldn't be able to make it as good as Peshrian.

Moreover, even if the moves are seen through, it does not affect their power.

What makes the whip terrifying is the abnormally high speed of its tip. Dodging it seems extremely difficult, no, almost impossible.

A lightning-fast slash. An attack that humans cannot withstand; how is it any different from tearing through space itself?

The tip of the sword whip drew an arc in the air that was almost invisible to the naked eye, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, heading straight for Sebastian's neck.

however

The tip of the sword was held between two fingers.

The index and middle fingers moved as casually as if picking up a fallen leaf from the ground.

Sebastian examined the metal between his fingers closely, raising one eyebrow.

'What is this...? It even says it can cut through space...'

disappointment.

The word, like a cold stone, fell heavily into his chest, suppressing the surging desires and expectations that had just been rising within him.

There was no trace of space being torn apart, no fluctuation of dimensions being cleaved. It was nothing more than a thin metal whip being swung at high speed, nothing more.

A magic trick.

Disappointment far outweighed relief.

If it can be confirmed that Peshrian is the reincarnation of Lord Touchimi, then Sebastian can find sufficient reasons to defend him.

For example, were they coerced by hostages?

He had heard Lord Tapchimi say that when police officers are faced with hostages, they are often forced to do things to help the bad guys in order to ensure the safety of the hostages.

If that's the case, Sebastian can completely understand.

But now, it's no longer necessary.

The man before them was just an ordinary human who had borrowed the title "Space Slash" and had no connection whatsoever with Lord Touchi.

Disappointment filled Sebastian's heart.

He had already accepted the fact that Lord Tapimy had chosen to leave him.

That person, like the other supreme beings, disappeared without warning one day and never returned.

Sebastian thought he had processed this loss, burying it deep in his consciousness and covering it with his daily duties and loyalty.

But just now, the moment I heard the words "space slash," that suppressed longing resurfaced.

Like a long-sealed ember suddenly having its lid lifted, oxygen rushes in, and the sparks reignite.

Then it went out instantly.

Hope, which had just been ignited, was extinguished.

Chapter 10 All Six Arms Destroyed

Sebastian's fingers, which held the thin whip, tightened slightly, and the metal made a soft groan at his fingertips.

Just then, Jieluo's voice rang out again.

“Divanok, the Immortal King, you go too.”