Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 101

Ainz was...

Ainz was physically active and moving.

If that were the defining traits of a living person, then Ainz counts as a living person.

If, on the other hand, the traits of a living person were the presence of complex thoughts? Then Ainz, for the last hour, was not among the living.

"Wow..." - Repeating such a phrase for the thousandth time did not bring any new revelation to Ainz. Nevertheless, for the last hour, the same word kept being uttered by Ainz. Again and again.

"Interesting. However... What should I do?"

A fight to the death with the gods? The death of humanity? Fiendishly, bordering on lovecraftian traps?

Baby talk!

The enemy he's trying to figure out now was much more complex. Women... Girls? The fairer representative of Humanity?

Ainz was not even entirely sure what words he could use to describe the situation he's in right now.

About twenty minutes ago, Olga, The Chief, kissed Ainz. And not because he just saved her life like the last time.

Of course, speaking apart from the conundrum he's in, getting kissed was not such an incredible event for him. Ainz may not have lived a very exciting life. But, he was not an absolute recluse. and once, albeit a long time ago, he also had youth. He also have went on dates, kissed, started a couple of short-term romances during his life and somehow managed to try sex for himself. Although he was, in essence, a rather boring adult. There are some small 'boring' adventures in life that he nevertheless embarked on... sometimes.

Therefore, if he were to assess what happened logically, getting kissed was not that an incredible mind-tearing event that Ainz would remember all his life.

The words that she uttered, 'I love you'. That... that was more difficult to parse.

Of course, Ainz, in his short-lived relationships, such words are also spoken periodically. Therefore, in a normal situation, such a thing might surprise Ainz, but not shock him to such an extent that his mind was actually in line with his real appearance. Dead.

But, in his defence, the current situation was very, very, very unusual.

So, Ainz, the Savior, in a sense, of the world. At least he had come close to the salvation of the world, after a couple of epic fights and other interesting events. Was stumped.

Ainz have actually lived the last twelve years without a single meaningful social interaction on a level greater than passing a pen to a colleague at work. So being so intimate now... was... yeah.

Ainz, whom Olga-Marie Animusphere had confessed love to, was stuck in a loop.

His boss... A pretty enough girl. A girl from another world... A world in which he is in the body of a powerful lich... guiding the salvation of humanity. And age... How old is she anyway, eighteen? Well, that is... somewhere along half his age?

Oh oh oh...

Emotion Suppression could calm Ainz down, preventing him from jumping head-first into the wall from an excess of emotion. Its function was the lynchpin for his current existence, but it could not suppress the thoughts swarming in his head.

Ainz exhaled deeply once more, shaking his head in a fruitless effort to clear his head.

So... What should he do next?

The situation was not only difficult, but inherently, genuinely, strange.

Does he love Olga? Up to this point, such a fantastical thought had never entered his head.