Confession?

Naberal, however, had no idea how many times Ainz had read through the copy of The Politician's Art of Language Aya had given him. He had thumbed through it so much that the bones in Ainz's fingers had nearly worn away—no, the book itself was practically falling apart.

"By the way." Having just praised Momon's superb swordsmanship and how, combined with that peerless black divine sword, he was practically invincible, Lakyus suddenly changed the subject.

"At the time, Lord Momon was carrying out a mission abroad, so he happened to miss that incident," Lakyus said softly.

"What is your opinion of the Sorcerer Kingdom's Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown, and the war he started?"

Lakyus came from a family of politicians. Although she had chosen a different path as an adventurer, politicians' blood still ran through her veins, and she retained their talents.

Her ability to recognize at a glance that the Golden Princess Lana was the most capable royal descendant of the Re-Estize Kingdom was itself a manifestation of her political talent.

Lakyus had exchanged plenty of polite platitudes with Momon, but that did not mean every word she said was empty.

The first question she asked immediately made the atmosphere turn grave.

Confession?

The moment Lakyus raised her question, the atmosphere between them fell silent.

Naberal pressed both hands against the table, giving off an extremely dangerous air, like a mother leopard ready to pounce at any moment.

He knew she was acting to protect him, but letting her act freely could cause trouble.

From Naberal's perspective, the adamantite-ranked adventurer across from them had suddenly brought up the Sorcerer King, so naturally she would become wary. But her reaction under these circumstances seemed quite strange.

If the others noticed Naberal's killing intent, things would become very troublesome.

Ainz