Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 24

After using his main, final and strongest trump card, Dracula became even weaker than before. It was paradoxical, but it was true.

Vlad's last trump card was that if he had accepted himself as Dracula, he would have gained all his mythical abilities as a vampire: tremendous strength, speed, vitality, and, most importantly, tremendous regeneration, but the problem was somewhere else.

According to the rules of Yggdrasil, most types of the regeneration did not extend to the damage caused by negative energy, acid and fire. Having taken the form of an undead, Dracula finally rejected all protection against fire, which was bestowed on him by his human body.

If Dracula collided in this new, liberated state with any other Servant, like Arthuria, Lancelot, or Cu Chulainn, he could easily destroy them. Even in a battle with the greatest among all Servants such as Karna, Gilgamesh, Scatach, he might stand a chance.

But for Ainz, he became only an even easier and more vulnerable target than before. Having lost the ability to create stakes, he lost the opportunity to attack Ainz, who was hovering in the sky, and even if he could reach him, Ainz with his teleportation would simply leave him at that moment. However, this was not the worst part, because, having lost his mind, Dracula turned into a crazy, bloodthirsty beast, that even forgot about the very minimum of military tactics. In other words, when a column of fire engulfed his body, instead of planning for different options for his battle with the mage, the vampire only rushed at him in a head-on attack. It was in vain.

By the time the Servants, exhausted after their battles, reached the place where the battle between Ainz and Dracula took place, Ainz had long since gotten down to the ground, and was now only continuing to examine the ashes and black coals left by what was once the most powerful vampire.

"Hmmm" the mage's slightly interested voice caught the attention of the Servants before the necromancer's hand grabbed something from the very depths of the black ash, which immediately fell apart "Data Crystal. Good."

After these words, the mage's hand disappeared into the black portal that appeared next to him, after which, the crystal, shimmering with soft light, disappeared, and when the mage's palm appeared again from the hole, there was nothing in it.

Only after this did Ainz reacted to the approaching Servants and turn to them.

It was impossible to say for sure what attracted his attention, the two new Servants who appeared next to him, the blood that continued to drip from under the blindfold covering Medusa's eyes, or the looks that Arthuria still continued to award him. Ainz hesitated for a few seconds before choosing to prioritize matter of the new faces that appeared at the last moment of the battle.

The first them catch Ainz's attention was a young girl. She looked hardly over sixteen years old, her ash-blond hair was braided into two tight curls hanging from the sides of her head, while the remaining hair framed a neat, sweet, childishly naive little snub-nosed face with blue eyes looking at a world with a kid-like admiration and curiosity. Her almost childish body was dressed in a tight-fitting red dress, turning below the waist into a short miniskirt, barely hiding her legs, covered a little lower with high white stiletto boots, while on her hands were short gloves that covered her palms.

In contrast to her looks, the man next to her appeared tall and thin, his long arms had long thin fingers reminiscent of the claws of some carnivorous bird, and were dressed in high white gloves, going deep into the hollow spacious sleeves of his outfit, which seemed to be a solemn uniform embroidered with gold embossing, on his shoulders was a grandiose black cloak with a gold lining. However, while the girl was beautiful, there was nothing special about the man's face, his long sun-blond tangled hair and gray eyes, together with sharp thin features, a narrow long nose and thin lips made him look rather groomed, than charming, because of which, his figure served rather as a shade of beauty for the young girl, lost on her background.