Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 31

"It's finally dawn," Ainz noticed the moment when the first ray of the Sun touched his eyes. - "Good".

Having watched over the Servant camp and the remnants of the city that was once called Lyon all night, Ainz never saw a single suspicious movement around. No, perhaps it would be more correct to say that Ainz considered every gust of wind suspicious - however, nothing around him looked more suspicious than the whole current situation - therefore he did not react to the sometimes rustling trees or distant ruins, which is the only thing that remained in the place of the once bustling city, from the influx of fresh air. At least he did not attack them in panic.

Slowly, Ainz went down from his flight, canceling the flight spell near the ground, after which he landed on his feet and stretched, massaging his stiff limbs several times. Of course, he was undead, so something like fatigue was impossible for him - even such a meaningless and joyless exercise as constantly inspecting the surroundings were not so bad for him without the ability to feel tired or any strong emotions. He could do this for whole days - however, at the same time, he still did not like to do such things, so when he went down to the ground, Ainz gladly stretched a couple of times, after which he headed towards the Servants.

In fact, Ainz did not even expect an attack on the camp that night - he still believed in some rationality from his opponents, so he knew that they would not risk organizing an attack immediately after a failed assassination attempt - however, at the same time, Ainz was not so stupid as to leave the camp without any protection.

"Archer," he said from the doorway, after which the Servant, who was previously sleeping — or was just resting — instantly opened his eyes, after which he got up from the bed created by magic.

In fact, Ainz could have created a much more impressive mansion - however, almost all magic of a similar level was either designed for personal use - or it was extremely noticeable, like a mansion that appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the field - anything else was of a higher rank than Ainz could currently use.

Archer, rising from his seat, only nodded to the magician, and then walked past him. Ainz nodded at this.

Other Servants followed - Ainz chose to wake each one personally.

Memories of how his boss sometimes woke up workers by shouting at the night shift made Ainz grimace unpleasantly. He definitely did not want to do such a thing in this world.

Mozart, Marie Antoinette, Arthuria - lastly Mashu. Including Archer and Ainz - that was all the people in the small company. Of course, there were still Servants with the army - however, with the exception of them, at the moment the entire company of the magician only consisted of six people.

'Hm, six is quite a lot,' the necromancer recalled his gaming adventures. Six people were usually enough for a battle with a normal boss - if he correctly recalled, when they captured Nazarick the battle with Asura also took only six of them...

The thought about Ainz's old comrades made him breathe with nostalgic warmth for a second, after which the magician took a step into the tent to Shielder.

Unlike all the other Servants, who were just waiting for a call to awake and continued to lie in their clothes, sometimes even armor and next to their weapons - Mashu was the only one who accepted the offer of sleep in the proper way - the girl was sweatily dreaming, and her armor and shield stood to one side, leaning against a lonely table. A bed, a small stool that served as a bedside table - on which Mashu's glasses rested - and a lonely table with two chairs - that's all the decoration of the created camp.

"Many of my colleagues lived like that..." - Ainz stopped for a second, then looked around - "All that is missing is a chair with a virtual reality helmet and a connector - and the similarities will be complete..."