Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 24: The Emperor's Hope

One of the strongest...

Before she crossed into this world, she had a vague sense that her power was among the strongest. But if she was one of the strongest, it meant there were others who were also among the strongest.

Could that guy named Ainz Ooal Gown be one of them? EeDeChi muttered to herself while stroking the giant sword in her hand.

In the opulent palace, the area where she stood was a charred wasteland, scattered with spell marks, flames, iron arrows, and ice shards.

This was the aftermath of the various offensive spells cast by the court mages earlier. The marble floor was scorched with blackened holes, yet she remained unscathed.

"Is this all the Empire's Four Knights can do?" Disappointment was evident in EeDeChi's black eyes. No wonder the Baharuth Empire had willingly become a vassal state of the Sorcerer Kingdom—human strength was just too weak.

The three knights who had just attacked her with murderous intent now lay in the corners of the palace, their armor torn and groaning in pain.

These three had a fairly high Justice Value, so EeDeChi hadn't killed them, but they wouldn't be able to fight again anytime soon.

One of the knights, Baziwood, was pale, with a large dent in his high-quality adamantite armor. He tried to rise, bracing himself with his heavy sword, but ultimately ended up kneeling on one knee.

Ignoring him, EeDeChi swung her giant sword and approached the crumbling defense formation of the remaining guards. The guards, forming a fan-shaped perimeter around her, wobbled with their shields and long spears, their eyes filled with terror as their adamantite armor clattered as they retreated.

The emperor, Jircniv, who had been sitting casually on the throne, now stood up. His handsome face was now blank, and his voice trembled as he said, "Warrior, please spare them. If Lord Gown wants to take my life, he only needs to strike at me. Please don't harm my people and my subordinates."

"Your Majesty! Don't say that, we're just too weak to protect you..." Baziwood, one of the Empire's Four Knights, showed a face of reluctant resistance, struggling to stand.

EeDeChi stopped and turned around with a puzzled look, "Who is Lord Gown?"

Jircniv stared for a moment and said, "The unparalleled God of Destruction, the most powerful Magic Caster, the eternal emperor of the Sorcerer Kingdom, the writer of magical rules, the master of time and space, the king of the undead......"

EeDeChi was taken aback, "So many people!"

Jircniv continued to recite with the air of an actor performing in an opera, "...the one who controls the world, the supreme ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the great and supreme—Ainz Ooal Gown!"

"Is it Lord Gown who sent you?" Jircniv asked cautiously. He had thought that such a powerful figure, who could easily defeat the Empire's Four Knights and toss him onto the throne, must have been sent by Ainz.

"Oh, you mean Ainz Ooal Gown. His name has such a long prefix," EeDeChi said, suddenly understanding.

What she didn't know was that this flattery had been crafted by the Baharuth Empire's Minister of Literature over three days, intended to butter up Ainz.

"I'm not sent by Ainz Ooal Gown. In fact, I've never even met him," EeDeChi waved her hand. "And, I need to deal with him."

"Deal with... Lord Gown?" Jircniv gasped, his voice tense. "What do you mean by 'deal with'?"

"It means... if I can kill him, I'll kill him. If I can't, I'll at least change him into something else," EeDeChi explained, looking relaxed.

Jircniv took a couple of steps back and sat down again on his throne. He covered his face with his hands, his mind racing.