Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 102

At the moment Ainz released his Aura of Despair, an Aura of unimaginable terror, Medusa was inside of her room.

The moment the Aura of Despair washed over Chaldea, it seemed as if the whole world froze for a second.

Everybody felt as if they were a small beast frolicking on a prairie when the monstrous shadow of a dragon soaring in the heights suddenly fell upon them.

It is as if Death itself just passed them by. Medusa felt the primal horror passed her by.

As if Death itself, with a sidelong glance seeing the insignificance of Medusa, simply passed her by. Medusa felt something had touched her figure with the very edge of her consciousness, leaving only a sense of presence, like a protective sign that felt familiar somehow to Medusa.

That something was near. That the thing did not consider her significant enough to even stop nearby. And that thing has allowed her to continue to exist.

The power that touched her was not evil or threatening, but just indifferent and powerful. Death does not care about hatred, envies, or desires. Death does not care for people's emotions. Death does not wait for its victims, neither with a vicious grin, nor with a large smile. Death is indifferent.

And Death, which had touched Medusa, was indifferent, calm, lazy. It was in no hurry. It waited in the wings. And for that frozen second, to Medusa, the fleeting touch of Death was what she had been waiting for all this time.

It seemed as if there was no longer a future for Medusa. That there was no way to take a step further. There was nothing more for her.

Death has decided to put an end to her fate. And Medusa could do nothing.

She froze, unable to do anything but meet her end.

Then, the overwhelming feeling was gone.

As fast as it had appeared, it also disappeared just as fast. As if Death, standing in front of her, had retreated. As if by looking into her eyes, Death looked at her whole life - and made the decision to let Medusa continue living, retreating from her path in an instant. As if it hadn't happened at all, simply a figment of her imagination. But Medusa knew better, she knew to her very core, that what just happened was real..

Medusa slowly exhaled the breath she was unknowingly holding, and then fell onto the bed like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

She did not need to wonder for a long time what exactly had caused this phenomenon, and what made her inevitable death retreat.

Ainz, her Master.

Medusa sighed again, after which her mind, finally clearing, allowed her to remember her sisters and how they would react to the presence.

Euryale and Stheno...

Medusa couldn't imagine Ainz being angry. However, she could imagine him being truly intimidating. As if Death itself have descended to the Earth to reap its harvest.

And yet, even imagining Ainz as Death walking toward her slowly - emotionless, measured, almost bored, Medusa could not imagine Ainz hurting her at all.

Even so, Medusa wouldn't deceive herself. If they were on opposite sides of a side, if they were to be pitted against each other... Medusa did not harbor any illusions that she would survive or be treated in a special way. Ainz acted efficiently and without mercy. Ainz acted in a controlled manner, with steady steps in accomplishing his goals. Ainz acted logically, not emotionally. Medusa could not even imagine the horror that Ainz could bring, if they collided in battle. Perhaps she would experience whatever it is that traumatized her sisters so.