Eve never did things by halves.
After Roy had slept for a night, she had already prepared a wealth of information and selected the next points at which to entrap the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Demiurge, Albedo, and the others could hardly be blamed for incompetence.
They acted very quickly. They finished negotiating with the Dragon Slaying Cult that morning and sent people to the Royal Capital that afternoon.
At the same time, various Hanzo and Eight-Edge Assassin Bugs also headed to locations throughout the Re-Estize Kingdom, and even the Argland Council State, to gather intelligence.
Nothing others told you could be trusted.
Only what you investigated yourself was true.
Demiurge was no fool. He would conduct his own investigations.
He had even secretly used Control Amnesia on Nfirea, the person both sides had agreed to protect.
The Great Tomb of Nazarick ultimately confirmed that Nfirea had indeed reached an agreement on alchemy with the Dragon Slaying Cult.
The intelligence was accurate.
Demiurge had even discovered traces of Shalltear while investigating the Argland Council State, fleeting though they were.
So tell me, hadn't the Argland Council State captured her?
Eve laid the evidence before the Great Tomb of Nazarick, piece by piece, all obtained through investigation.
Flames flickered in Ainz's eyes:
"The Platinum Dragon Lord, Tsaindorcus Vaision."
"He joined the Thirteen Heroes two hundred years ago and fought alongside them against the Demon Gods."
"And their final opponent was someone called the Divine Dragon."
"A True Dragon Lord joined the expedition, yet their final opponent was the Divine Dragon."
"Who would believe there was nothing suspicious about you?"
It fit. Everything fit.
Two hundred years ago, Riku, the leader of the heroes and a suspected Player, had died, and the other Players had ultimately been wiped out.
This Platinum Dragon