Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 64

Ainz felt the chains holding him in place fall.

Anger... What a strange emotion.

Ainz was not angry when his Servants were killed. He was not angry when his Servants did stupid things. He was not angry when he fell into a trap and was not angry when he committed his own mistakes.

Until this very moment, he had experienced many emotions - interest, joy, fun, satisfaction, insecurity... But he never felt anger before.

Probably if Medusa had been killed by someone else - Romulus or Altera - Ainz would not have been so enraged by something like that. But Medusa was killed by her own sister.

Her own family...

Oh, that thought hurt Ainz very, very deeply.

"What, who, what the fuck is going on here?" - watching Ainz's shackles slowly fell through the body of the strong, healthy male magi. The body was slowly being destroyed, as the body of a skeleton came through the disintegrated flesh - it continued to move somehow as Ainz slowly moved forward. Stheno retreated, her eyes wide, watching the skeleton of a creature slowly moving forward, Stheno was looking for some weakness, some vulnerability, a path to victory...

Bone stakes suddenly struck from under the ground and pierced her body, pinning the goddess like a butterfly on a pin.

A muffled scream escaped Stheno's throat at the pain and surprise, but Ainz paid it no mind and slowly took a step forward, then again and again.

The body of the magi was scattered like useless dust. With hands that exposed bare bones, the rib cage, behind which now only ribs remained, the face collapsed, exposing bare skull. Under normal circumstances, something like this would not have forced Stheno to even frown - there were many things capable of something like that. Some of these things were even subject to Stheno's whim herself. But right now, the figure that is slowly approaching Stheno looked like the inexorable messenger of death, moving towards its goal. No even worse...

Ainz looked as if Death herself had come down to earth to gather her harvest.

Stheno body's jerked in her haste to escape, causing pain to her broken body. But as soon as she managed to rip off her hand off a bone spike, a new one, which appeared on the ground very close by, immediately sprung up, piercing her hand again, causing the girl to swear in pain.

"There's no need to run," despite the situation, Ainz's voice remained quiet, calm, to some extent even soothing. As calming as the call of the grave for the dying, promising an end to their suffering could be, - "You can not."

Ainz moved with some measured severity, approaching Stheno slowly, as if savoring the time.

Stheno was a Servant. Of course, in reality itself, being one of the Gorgon sisters, she was not a fighter at all. But after the changes introduced by the Grail, Stheno could call herself a Servant that is far from the lowest rung. Her abilities responded to her, rushing instantly ahead with streams of pure magic, taking the form of lightning, flame, ice - all that could delay the monster moving towards her.

Instantly, a wave arose at Ainz's feet, similar to the one that destroyed Baal's trap, after which all of Stheno's attacks scattered into particles of mana before they could even reach the target. Ainz continued to move slowly and inevitably, not even pausing in his steps.

"Stheno...", taking the last step and reaching his target, Ainz walked up next to Stheno. The body of the goddess was planted on stakes, so that she could not even jerk to the side to dodge any possible attack - "Tell me, Stheno... Will Medusa cry about your death?"

Stheno felt a fit of anger at Ainz's words.

What did he want? To lecture her on the importance of love? To make her feel remorse for what she did?!