After Leman Russ mercilessly voiced his contempt to Mare, the femboy who often carried an air of innocence within the Great Tomb twisted his expression. He could tolerate Leman Russ insulting him, but he would never allow him to question the Supreme One's taste! Doing so was to deny the value of his existence.
"You have to die... You have to die, die, die, die, die!"
Mare's curse began as a mosquito-like murmur, gradually turning into a banshee's shrill howl. Leman Russ nonchalantly picked at his ears. To him, Mare and that fellow who called himself Jaldabaoth were cut from the same cloth, utterly unworthy of his serious attention.
But how could Mare not know that? To lure Leman Russ here and kill him, he had made countless preparations. Beneath that pure white girl's dress, he had hidden every item bestowed upon him by his creator, Bukubukuchagama, and Lord Ainz—from World-Class Items to consolation-prize items, he had them all!
With a shake of both hands, the World-Class Items known as Greed and Disorder appeared on Mare's hands. No Desire was as smooth as an angel's hand, its silver outer shell gleaming brilliantly. Greed, meanwhile, resembled a demon's claw, covered in spikes and hooked talons, its exterior like solidified lava with red light flickering through its cracks.
These items granted Mare clear vision, traceless movement, the ability to block an enemy's sight, and the power to cast many spells.
"Prison Release!"
Mare shouted, and a magic circle instantly formed in No Desire's palm before descending upon each prison that Leman Russ had found somewhat troubling, opening their sealed doors.
Before the screams of creatures craving flesh could emerge, Leman Russ caught the indescribably blasphemous stench from within.
*What the hell are these things? Neither the undead nor those illegal abhumans and