Confession? (Continued)

"If it came down to raw power and combat skill, the Sorcerer King and Jaldabaoth... that is, myself and Demiurge, then I would be stronger. But in terms of strategic vision, I was completely incapable of comparing to Demiurge," Ainz thought.

"Probably... more or less."

The words slipped out unintentionally, but while the speaker had meant nothing by them, the listener took them to heart.

"More or less? Wait... does that mean?" Evileye grew excited. "Does that mean Lord Momon is even stronger than the Sorcerer King?"

Momon was stronger than Jaldabaoth, and Jaldabaoth's strength was close to that of the Sorcerer King. In other words, Momon should be stronger than the Sorcerer King, 'Ainz Ooal Gown.'

"Oh no... I brought this upon myself..." Ainz realized he had misspoken.

"...The comparison of strength cannot simply be based on whether one can defeat the other." His mind raced, and Ainz found an excuse.

"If the Sorcerer King allowed me within three meters of him, I could destroy him. But that does not mean I am stronger than him," Momon said quietly.

"I do not possess the ability to instantly annihilate an army of hundreds of thousands—whether it is an army of humans or undead."

"...I see, I understand." Lakyus spoke. "Even if Mr. Momon could defeat the Sorcerer King, he would have no way to wipe out the undead legion before it destroyed the Kingdom, because Mr. Momon is a 'warrior.'"

A mage who fought in close quarters would be crushed by a warrior of the same level; that was the limitation of their class. The same was true for warriors. No matter how powerful they were individually, there was a limit to the scale of their killing.

"Yes, yes, exactly. I'm so glad you understand." Ainz silently thanked her for