Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 137

As he woke up from his slumber, as close as he could get in his undead state anyway, Ainz rubbed his eyes. After which he got up from his bed, and started straightening the blanket.

Unfortunately, even when he's in the artificial body created by Da Vinci, sleep still remains an unattainable dream for him. Therefore, the most that Ainz could accomplish in the bed was to lie in place for several hours, covered with a blanket, closing his eyes, and slowly mentally moving away from the events of the day, restoring a little of his mental stamina as he 'relaxed'.

After wiping his eyes mechanically, although Ainz himself did not need it as this body does not produce any waste, he looked around his room.

It is still the same room, and the same bed he left hours ago, nothing special. Nothing has changed in the time that Ainz was lying motionless in his bed. Nothing has happened.

Hopefully it would stay that way in the foreseeable future.

Ainz reached for his clothes, the new ones that he had requested, instead of the torn and destroyed one in the Singularity. Not that anyone else would notice that it was new anyway, it's literally in the same style as the ones he previously wore.

Finishing making himself look presentable, he rose from his seat, examining himself on the mirror inside his room. On a whim, Ainz smiled at the mirror, waiting for a smile in return. He exhaled, what was he expecting to happen really?

One more day. Another Singularity. A few more new Servants. And a little bit closer to the end.

Ainz sighed. Although the nourishing effect of sleeping was beyond his reach, a few hours of motionless reflection on what had happened in the Singularity had helped him tamper down his anger towards Tesla, towards Saladin - or whatever his name was and to stop worrying about Jack and the other things.

The hours spent introspecting had helped him evaluate with a sober mind the ability of Sebastian - or something like that - to determine his future strategy in the event that he would fight against him again in the future...

Perhaps the only thing his rest did not help Ainz with, was determining what Ainz should do in the future.

No, of course, it is clear that his priority and goal should be solving the Singularities, they were the whole point he's helping Chaldea after all, and they were. But, what's next?

Ainz did not receive an answer to this question no matter how much he spent his time pondering the question. In fact, his worries about the future only became worse as time passed him by...

Ainz shook his head. Unfortunately, suppressing his emotions could not suppress Ainz's melancholic apathy.

And so, with the future heavy on his mind, Ainz took a step towards the exit to his room.

Next the summoning of new Servants... Perhaps, after that then maybe Ainz will be able to deal with what he was worried about.

Ainz turned the doorknob, opening the door after a moment of hesitation, subconsciously dreading that a moment later he would face an aroused - not in a sexual sense - although who knows? - Da Vinci, or maybe Olga-Marie...

With the Servants - with Cainabel, with Baal, and lately with Nobunaga, during his time spent with them, Ainz somehow got used to the fact that the door from his room only opened exclusively in the face of some random concerned Servant...

Or Da Vinci.

Da Vinci's regular ambush in front of his door was one of the main culprits of why such an idea blossomed in his head in the first place.