Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 35: The Arrival of the Gothic Lolita

About twenty minutes earlier, in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, tenth floor, Throne Hall.

A petite girl in a black dress knelt halfway before Ainz, her voice soft and sweet: "Lord Ainz, I can pop in some magical contact lenses, share my vision, and go hunt down EeDechi. That way, you'll get a front-row seat to that mysterious adventurer."

A stunning woman in a white gown standing beside Ainz furrowed her brow and snapped, "Shalltear, Lord Ainz doesn't care about eyeballing some adventurer woman. He just wants to know how strong she is."

The black-dressed girl tilted her head up, her chest—way too full for her small frame—jiggling with the motion. She huffed, "Big-mouthed gorilla, I'm talking to Lord Ainz, so butt out. Relax, Lord Ainz definitely won't be interested in that woman."

The white-gowned beauty, Albedo, opened her mouth to fire back, but Ainz raised a hand, cutting their bickering short. "Enough, both of you. I'm just curious about this EeDechi's power. All our surveillance spells have crapped out, and Sebas hasn't sent much info. Shalltear, do it your way."

Shalltear shot a smug glance at Albedo, as if she'd just won some petty jealousy contest. She bowed and teleported out of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Albedo crossed her arms, her lips pursed in a pouty scowl. Ainz, meanwhile, pressed his bony fingers to his skeletal forehead, exasperated.

He, a middle-aged virgin before crossing over, wasn't quite equipped to handle such a situation where two women were vying for his attention. Luckily, Shalltear and Albedo's squabbles were mostly playful, never escalating into anything too vicious over their jealousy.

Both women were fiercely loyal to Ainz, fully aware that the greater good of the Great Tomb of Nazarick trumped their personal desires.

Moments later, Shalltear sent a message. Ainz accepted, and a massive magical screen flickered to life before his throne, displaying Shalltear's first-person perspective.

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"So, you're the one calling the shots?" EeDechi eyed the black-dressed girl before her, a smirk tugging at her lips as she sensed the real player had finally shown up.

Just moments ago, a tubular lance had shot down from the sky, forcing her to sheathe her sword and defend. Now, she faced off against this black-dressed girl wielding a massive lance.

Back in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz stared at the magical screen. The black-haired, black-clad girl on it gazed back, her lips curled in a faint, teasing smile.

Her vibe reminded Ainz of Boogiepop from the anime Boogiepop and Others. Like Boogiepop, she rocked a black robe, black hat, and dark hair. But unlike Boogiepop, this adventurer's eyes burned with a righteous intensity, her sharp, honest gaze practically slicing through the screen, aimed straight at Ainz.

The red glow in Ainz's eyes flared as he flipped through a dossier on local inhabitants, itching to figure out who the hell this woman was.

EeDechi studied the silver-haired girl in the black dress, her brow furrowing as she sized her up.

Her opponent, Shalltear, was dressed as always in her gothic black gown. The skirt's frame flared out, making the dark red rose patterns bloom, while white lace ribbons adorned the ruffled hem.

Her pale face was accented with dark eyeliner, and her bright red eyes locked onto EeDechi. A massive black-and-red bow perched atop her delicate white hair bun.

What really stole the show was her chest—its size so absurdly out of proportion with her petite frame. She looked like a royal court's handcrafted porcelain doll, exquisite but barely radiating any life.