Ainz made no attempt to hide his dejection. At that moment, he cast off every last disguise.
The supreme ruler who commanded all Supreme Beings? The Sorcerer King who embodied the Sorcerer Kingdom's majesty? The supreme sovereign who would spread the name of Ainz Ulgon across the entire world?
Ainz no longer cared about those empty titles, nor did he care how these Guardians saw him. He only wanted to be himself—the somewhat cowardly, somewhat timid Suzuki Satoru, who always liked to outwit the air and reminisce about his guildmates.
Ainz walked forward in silence. His foot caught on the red carpet laid across the floor, and he stumbled forward. He awkwardly got back to his feet and patted the dust from his knees.
After sitting on the throne, Ainz realized that no one had moved. Their gazes had merely followed him over.
"Didn't you hear what I said? If you want to leave, then leave. This place is no longer—"
"I will not allow you to say that!" Albedo interrupted Ainz. Her hands tightly clenched the hem of her pure white dress, and her pretty face was filled with anguish at Ainz's current state.
Ainz froze. Albedo had never shouted at him in that tone before.
But never mind. It was time for her to learn the truth. She did not love him at all; it was merely an accident caused by him altering Albedo's slut setting.
"Lord Ainz, what exactly are you thinking right now?" Demiurge adjusted his glasses. His questioning tone irritated Ainz. Many of the Great Tomb's unnecessary actions could be blamed on his excessive overthinking.
*We're all going to die. Why are you still putting pressure on me? I only want to enjoy some peace in the final moments of my life. Can't you find