This opportunity really was quite easy.
As long as he could infiltrate the palace, meeting and even speaking with Albedo would be simple.
Ainz Ooal Gown already understood that.
Night fell.
The Blood Emperor held a banquet for the many powerful individuals who had been summoned. Of course, only those with genuine strength were qualified to sit here.
The identity Demiurge had arranged was just right.
It was neither conspicuous nor too weak.
Ainz Ooal Gown discovered that a woman was also seated in the place of honor: the Saint Princess. A powerful aura faintly emanated from her, and it was an aura that made him feel disgusted.
He did not know whether she had always been this powerful, or whether she was another person like Gazef.
Ainz Ooal Gown thought of that woman from before.
He did not know whether Albedo's betrayal and the strength of people like Gazef had anything to do with that woman. But if they truly were related, then given that woman's strength, even he and the entire Great Tomb of Nazarick combined might not be her match.
At this moment, Ainz Ooal Gown truly found himself longing for the kind of wisdom Demiurge had spoken of.
If that were the case,
things might be much easier for him now.
Regardless, he had to go see Albedo first!
Ainz Ooal Gown used the excuse of needing to relieve himself to leave the banquet. He pretended to get lost and walked toward Albedo's residence. It was an incomparably luxurious room, and it did not seem to suit Albedo's tastes.
But just as he was getting close,
a voice suddenly appeared behind him.
"Stop."
Ainz Ooal Gown's body stiffened.
Because he had already recognized that voice.
He turned around and saw Albedo standing alone beneath the courtyard's