Lakyus had previously instructed them not to reveal, while outside, that the Third Prince of the Kingdom was the "Shurorō," which was why Ivilia had promptly changed her words just now.
Unlike the original story, Ivilia here had not fallen for Momonga the Black after being saved by him.
Before that, Ivilia had already met Seiya, whose strength and bearing were no worse than Momon's.
Though he was Lakyus's fiancé, he was still a prince. Having a few concubines did not seem impossible, did it?
"What! You're saying the 'Shurorō' possesses strength no weaker than Momonga the Black's—perhaps even greater?"
Hearing Ivilia's words, Ligurd's face also showed surprise.
After glancing once more at Momonga the Black, who was locked in an even battle with Demon Emperor Adaboth, Ivilia hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in confirmation.
Momonga the Black was indeed powerful. He could even fight Demon Emperor Adaboth, who had utterly crushed them, to a standstill.
Yet Ivilia could tell that Seiya was still stronger in terms of technique and every other aspect.
Moreover, besides Martial Skills, Seiya possessed all sorts of strange powers—such as raising their potential and allowing them to surpass their own limits.
Narberal, who was also watching from the side, listened intently to their conversation while wearing a rather displeased expression.
Their great supreme being, Lord Ainz, was a Magic Caster. Wielding a greatsword to attack naturally prevented him from displaying his proper strength.
Even if there was a reason for it, hearing that the supreme being was inferior to that lolicon pervert still made Narberal quite angry.
At the same time, the Third Prince of the Kingdom, currently on a street somewhere in the Royal Capital, sneezed several times in succession.
"His Highness Seiya, are you all right?"
Hearing Seiya sneeze repeatedly, Klaim,