Grimmjow wore a defiant grin. Paired with the half-mask of an Arrancar, it made him look wicked and ill-intentioned.
Yet the words he spoke sent a tremor through Momonga.
Even Nabe, who had been about to say something, looked at him with a grave expression.
Momonga suppressed his excitement with the traits of an undead. His voice was heavy as he said,
"So you and the people you represent are the same kind as me, after all. You're the ones who attacked Shalltear with a World Item, aren't you?"
Momonga's tone had settled, but his vigilance was rising rapidly.
Just as when he had personally handled Shalltear's situation, Momonga still had great confidence in his ability to adapt. Rather than let his subordinates risk probing the enemy, he would do it himself.
At the same time, he was very interested in what information the other party had.
The Ainz Ooal Gown guild was famous, and he was indeed its guildmaster. But how had the other party identified him so precisely?
Was his identity as Momon really that obvious?
Or had they been keeping tabs on the Great Tomb all along, watching his every move and everything he did?
From his earlier probing after leaving the Great Tomb to Shalltear being struck by a World Item?
Had they been watching from nearby when he rescued Shalltear? Had they stopped because they noticed the preparations he had made in secret?
So that time, they really had tried to lure him out and gather information about him!
The more Momonga thought it over, the more contingency plans formed in his mind.
Meanwhile, seeing him suddenly start chatting with the other side after she had warned him, Evileye grew nervous.
What was this?
You two knew each other?
This was bad. Very bad.
Evileye