The Witch could only teleport to places that she has been to before. And because of the sudden betrayal of the Roman camps there were no other safe haven for her to teleport to, so after a second where the light of the teleportation blinded her, she arrived in the clearing where she first appeared in the Singularity. Together with Ainz, Mashu, Medusa, Cainabel, Jeanne... and Cu Chulainn.
A second later, her black blade fell out of her hands and the Witch fell to her knees.
A moment after, she raised her hands to her face, trying to hold back her tears and to block her ears.
In the darkness of night, after the bright moon is hidden behind the clouds, even for a Servant it would be very difficult to see their surroundings. It is the perfect place to hide, not that the Dragon Witch is in any condition to mind such things.
"You killed him," a voice that sounded eerily like the Witch's voice resounded mockingly in her head.
"There was no other way!" - The Witch tried to argue back - "It was the only way!"
"Yes," the voice agreed easily. "For you."
"The Avenger, the Servant of Revenge, The host of hatred" - the voice enunciated mockingly - "How sad it is to be a Servant who draws strength from hatred towards herself" - The voice chuckled - "A Noble Phantasm that becomes stronger the more your allies dies - the ability to become the monstrous destroyer of France, to be the Betrayer."
"Shut up!" - The Witch squeezed her head harder - "You're not even real!"
"Oh, believe me, I'm as real as you are" - the Witch in her head grinned - "I am your skill, an undeniable part of you. Memory (Oblivion) Correction. My only purpose is to never let you forget."
"I did what I had to!" The Witch squeezed her head harder.
"Of course," the voice sounded pleased. "Because you betrayed him. You killed him in an act of betrayal. Now he hates you. You know this, otherwise you would not have become stronger. You have achieved this... "
"Shut up, shut up, Shut up!" - The Witch squeezed her head even more, hoping that the pain would drown out the voice in her head.
The voice laughed - "They all hate you, despise you, and fear you. That was the goal, wasn't it? The Servant who receives more power the more they are hated... "
"SHUT UP!" - The Witch was not in the state of mind to determine if she had shouted it out loud or not, but the voice became silent for a second, but it was not to last.
"But you hate yourself the most" - the voice said mockingly - "For all your powers, for your behavior, and for your betrayals... But you desired these, didn't you? After all, self-hatred will work just fine..."
After that parting remark, the Witch was finally left alone. Her mind was her own again.
But a part of her knows that it will make sure that the Witch does not forget these events.
Never.
Jeanne took a step back from the blade pointed at her chest.
The blade in Altera's hands did not even move an inch when she took a step forward toward Jeanne.
"We... Can we discuss this?" Jeanne tried to smile.
"No," Altera issued an instant verdict.
"NO TALKING WITH TRAITORS!" Only the presence of his commander restrained Spartacus from rushing into battle.
In reply Mashu lifted her shield and Medusa behind her grabbed her faithful chain daggers.
In response to such actions Spartacus roared, showing off his Berserker nature, while Jing Ke ran her finger along the tip of her blade, checking its sharpness.
In the stand off only Altera herself remained stationary, the tip of the blade of which continued to practically rest against Jeanne's chest.
"Surrender," Altera dropped only one word as a reply.
If they were against only Spartacus and Jing Ke they would have dealt with this situation easily, but against Altera...
Jeanne felt a wave of goosebumps slowly rising up her back.
"Will we survive if we comply?" Jeanne glanced at Altera.
Thinking for a second, she slowly shook her head, - "No."
At least Altera said it honestly. Jeanne smiled at this fact, even if the situation is not really one where smiles would be abundant.
"Then we will resist," Jeanne nodded.
"I know," Altera answered coldly.
After another second of silence, Jeanne jumped back, summoning her weapon directly into her hands - her battle banner.
Mashu rushed forward, trying to protect Jeanne from Altera. Medusa threw herself forward abruptly, throwing a dagger at Spartacus who was rushing forward toward Mashu.
Altera managed to move before everyone else.
"Kha!" Jeanne suddenly felt a sharp blow knock the wind out of her lungs. She had barely enough time to put her weapon across her chest to block the blade of Altera, so that she would not die instantly.
A sharp kick blew Jeanne away.
Mashu rushed forward, trying to block Altera's path, but after a moment her instinct howled and she managed to put the shield forward just in time to block Spartacus' fist. The blow was so strong that she instantly felt her hands go numb for a second.
"TRAITORS! WHAT YOU ARE, IS A LOT OF TRAITORS!" - Spartacus' next blow threw Mashu away a good couple of meters, almost sending her flying but she still has her feet to the ground.
Medusa's blade failed to reach its goal. Almost piercing Spartacus' distracted back, it was repulsed by a short blade thrown by the Assassin.
"Attacking an unsuspecting victim," Jing Ke recovered her thrown blade, looking straight into the eyes of Medusa still hidden behind her glasses, "I have a question. Which of us is the Assassin?"
Medusa did not answer with anything in reply, only rushing forward to deliver the next attack. Jing Ke sighed and rushed at her.
Ainz moved through the clouds at his maximum speed now that he was not limited in speed by the other Servants and the need to stay together with them. Paradoxically his immense speed caused no noise or any other discernible effect to his surroundings in passing, so even if an onlooker was to look up at the sky they would only see a comet slipping through the sky. Which could easily be mistaken for simply a trick of the eye, after which they would simply return to their business.
Ainz was quite satisfied with such conditions.
The earth rushed past under his feet, merging into a single endless carpet of greenery, periodically interrupted by villages located in random.
Ainz is flying toward the sea.
Of course, in a past life, he did not see the real sea, except for the huge puddles filled with acid and waste left in place of the dried seas and devastated ocean. So he wanted to look at the one present in the Singularity, untouched by civilization and heavy industrialization, but in this case it was not the only reason he was flying toward the ocean at his top speed.
"A Mysterious island" - Ainz strained his eyesight - "An Island that was not mentioned in history... Hmm, let's see what such a place holds..."
Jeanne avoided the next blow of Altera, avoiding the blade a miserable fraction of a centimeter. The sharp whistling air next to her head reminded her of why even Cainabel had paid attention toward Altera.
"This is bad..." - Jeanne dodged yet another blow - "We are in a severe disadvantage..."
Altera attacked again and again.
It seemed that from the very beginning of the battle she was not troubled by Jeanne's resistance, just continuing to attack time after time, like a machine or a tool performing the same movements with mechanical precision. Punch, punch, punch - parry - and the next series of punches.
Altera struck again and again, rushing forward while paying no heed to Jeanne's defense or possible counter, not that one would be coming soon.
Jeanne could not even counterattack. It took all her concentration to simply dodge Altera's flurry of attacks, her life hangs on a tightrope.
Jeanne wanted to take a look at how the other Servants were faring with their opponent, but the inattention caused the next blow to hit her abruptly in the stomach and threw her back forcing her to abandon any ideas that would in any way distract her from the oncoming assault.
"Teleportation..." - another thought passed through Jeanne's head, but this to was brutally interrupted by the next blow.
Somewhere near Jeanne a loud sound barely resembling a human growl resounded, after which Mashu flew by after being thrown away by Spartacus' blows.
Teleporting away from this battle was a one-time trump card and if Jeanne wanted all of them to survive, then she had to keep it until the last decisive moment.
Jeanne could have used it right now to retreat, but with Altera's incessant attacks she could not communicate to her allies of the retreat. If Jeanne teleported and Medusa and Mashu failed or were slow to follow her, then they would be doomed to death. It was bad enough fighting Altera one-on-one, being outnumbered would be a death sentence
Jeanne slashed forward causing Altera to step back, after which she tried to say at least a word...
A moment later, a blow from Altera's hand — not even from her blade — made her grimace. Only thanks to her instincts, once driven into her memory by Gilles, she was able to dodge, escaping from a blow that could doom her.
"Preserve your breath," Altera said calmly, without stopping her flurry of blows, each blow paced like that of a robot, unceasing "Every moment of your distraction can cost you your life."
Jeanne understood this very clearly.
"There is no way to defeat her!" - Jeanne retorted to herself while dodging the next attack, then again barely dodging the next one - "It's not even funny!"
Altera simply continued her flurry as usual.
Jeanne needed a second of reprieve, to teleport, to fly, to use her Noble Phantasm, to explain her plan to her allies...
Altera's strikes followed through methodically, knocking out any thought of doing anything but continuing the doomed defense.
From every attack that she barely blocked Jeanne's hands went numb for a second - although Altera's strikes were done as if with no effort, her attacks carried strength beyond the limits of what is bearable for Jeanne.
Jeanne dodged and blocked the blows every time by a fraction of a millimeter. Her breath was ragged, and with each dogged defense, Altera's blade moved closer and closer to her body.
Somewhere nearby a cacophony of noises reverberated, Spartacus' howls striking blow after blow toward a shield, the cry of Mashu activating her Noble Phantasm, the laughter of Jing Ke, the grinding of teeth of Medusa who faced another enemy relying on speed and agility. All this merged into a single background noise, hardly distinguishable by Jeanne who is preoccupied fighting Altera.
A blow, two hits, a parry, dodges, then another blow...
"You're getting weaker," Altera's voice sounded rather distant. "According to my calculation, you can continue to fight me for only two more minutes and thirty seconds, twenty seconds in case of unforeseen circumstances. It is inevitable, Give up."
While speaking, Altera has not stopped her onslaught, because of which, Jeanne could hardly hear what was said to her. Fend off, fend off, dodge, block...
Altera pressed on, striking blow after blow. If Mashu was the one fighting Altera then she would have lasted about a minute, Medusa - about two. Jeanne held on for four, and according to Altera, she could stand two and a half more. A kind of record of sorts.
Jeanne was the Saint of Orleans, the French Maiden, a strong Servant in her own regard. But Altera was one of the rare Servants that could even make Gilgamesh,the strongest Servant, to fight seriously.
A blow, another blow, another blow...
Jeanne was not sure how much time had passed. The flickering blows, Altera's calm voice, Berserker's screams, Medusa's attacks - everything merged into one sound in her head.
"Now I will lose and die" - an inappropriate thought came to Jeanne's head.
For a fraction of an instant, her standard flinched. An instant was enough for Altera.
A blade whose appearance was like that of a crystal pierced through Jeanne's armor. It went through her back by a good twenty centimeters.
Jeanne mechanically, obeying her instincts, once again struck with her banner, but Altera easily dodged the attack. She pulled her blade from the body of the defeated Servant, and then instantly turned to her next target.
Mashu continued to fight with Berserker.
Spartacus was strong, but he did not bother to defend himself at all and his blows were predictable allowing them to be blocked by Mashu. Even though she could block it, every blow almost forced her to drop her shield from the strength of the Berserker. But now his body was covered with wounds. His left hand hung lifeless, broken by a successful counterattack, but there was still a smile on his face. A huge, unnerving smile, which did not at all mesh with his eyes full of hatred.
However, Mashu resisted.
"Medusa!" Came the cry of Jing Ke nearby and Mashu smiled. Medusa have took off her glasses and now Jing Ke is definitely...
A second later, all her instincts, driven into the subcortex by her cruel teacher in the form of Arthuria, howled, forcing her to turn into the direction of a new, unexpected attack.
The impact of the crystalline blade was so strong that even putting a shield on its path Mashu was thrown a dozen meters across the ground, almost forcing her to drop her shield from the force of the blow.
A second later, a new apprehension of danger made Mashu turn around, saving herself from Spartacus' attack.
After another moment, a sharp pain pierced Mashu through and through. With her head bowed, she saw Altera's blade come out of the center of her chest.
After another second, Altera sharply withdrew it causing Mashu to fall down limblessly.
Few shields could protect against the avatar of destruction itself.
Medusa won the confrontation with Jing KE. After her cursed gaze took effect, Jing Ke became slower every second. A blade, bound by a chain, pierced Assassin's body, casting it away.
"Damn Medusa..." Jing Ke only managed to place a weak defense when the blow of Medusa threw her away.
Now Medusa...
The crystalline blade entered her body a second later, cutting off her line of thought.
Medusa just looked at Altera, who was directly in front of her, after which she was literally shaken off the blade, as if like a piece of trash.
"They are defeated," Altera said calmly, after which she aimed the blade at Medusa, "They must be killed."
"Is this how my journey ends?" Medusa grinned languidly. Even her cursed eyes could not affect Altera. It's as if it doesn't matter how much she weakens her - Altera will still have enough strength to overcome any resistance - "It's a pity... I hope the resurrection will not be such a problem."
Altera brought the blade forward.
Clap.
It was not a very loud sound, so it would be difficult for almost any Servant to hear it. But not to Altera.
Instantly, the girl turned toward the sound, failing to plunge the blade into Medusa, leaving its point a few centimeters in front of the Servant.
Another clap. Then the second and third.
Someone clapped their hands slowly, as if from enjoying a good performance right in front of them.
Then the slow sound of footsteps - a young girl was walking, barely at her teen, seemingly barely approaching the end of her second decade.
"I forgot how wonderful it can be - to look at how someone besides me humiliates weaklings who think too much of themselves," Cainabel's voice had never sounded so pleasant for Jeanne, Mashu or for Medusa.
For the first time in the entire battle, Altera did not act aloof. Slowly she moved the blade away from Medusa, not taking her eyes off the new opponent.
"A good decision," Cainabel smiled, slowly stepping her way through the ruins that remained after the battle of the Servants, "I was instructed to help in this trifle. Hmph, at the very least it allowed me to gladly look at how you easily tear them apart - but my Lord, for a strange reason, appreciates these girls. And I would like to please my Master with a good job."
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Spartacus was ready to engage, but looking at Altera's hesitance was enough to drill through even Berserker's mind that the one that had just appeared was not one that he could simply bulldoze over.
To this question, Cainabel rewarded Berserker with a look with which a genius, a particularly cruel one, would look at a retarded person - "Have you not been taught not to interfere into the conversation of your betters?"
"Even dogs know when they should be silent," Cainabel grinned. "You were once a slave, then you should know what it feels like to be a dog. You should at least have a dog's obedience, of course you do have none of its loyalty."
"WHAT DOES A TRAITOR KNOW ABOUT LOYALTY?" - however, like any Berserker, Spartacus had quite a temper. Instantly he rushed forward.
A small umbrella appeared in the hands of Cainabel a second later, its tip easily pierced Spartacus' body, as if there were the vaunted strength of the Servant did not exist at all. A moment later, using just the handle of the umbrella placed on Spartacus' neck, Cainabel tore off Berserker's head with one swing.
Altera just continued to stare intently at the new opponent.
"Ah, the smell of fresh blood..." - Cainabel sucked in the bloodied air joyfully, almost licking her lips with anticipation, "How nostalgic..."
A second later, Jing Ke, who had just sat quietly in the corner covered with debris that fell on her after the blow of Medusa, rushed away.
"The right decision once again," Cainabel slowly broke into a predatory smile while looking at Altera, "Otherwise she would have just died between you and me from an accidental blow - what fun would that be? Now I can find her and kill her at my own pace! I am glad for your last gift to me Jing Ke."
Altera continued to examine Cainabel with her gaze, "You... Even this body hates you and considers you disgusting."
"What a compliment from Attila herself, the avatar of destruction!" Cainabel grinned even more, her smile grew into the category of the unnatural, occupying a position from one edge of her face to another.
"Really, I'm upset," Cainabel then turned away from Berserker's fallen body, while ignoring Altera presence at all, "You deign to call yourself Ainz's Servants, worms?! What kind of battle was that?! One Noble Phantasm - and one from the most useless one at that! Nobody used their rings, no one thought out any tactics - you didn't even turn to Ainz to remove the restrictions! Medusa - you could have killed Jing Ke instantly with even a little help from Ainz! Jeanne - you could have thrown Altera away from you and retreat! And I don't even have anything to say for the useless one - she's simply hopeless..."
The mind of Medusa seized on this line of thought, - "Removing... Restrictions..."
Cainabel stopped for a second, after which she shook her head - "You didn't even know... Around me there are only idiots, idiots! But you, you useless piece of meat, you knew about it!"
At that moment, Cainabel glanced at Mashu, who had fainted from the loss of blood and then wrinkled her brows, - "I would personally kill you, if Ainz hadn't commanded me to help..."
After that, Cainabel exhaled and shook her head, "Damn you. Hey, worthless number two!"
Jeanne, who was able to remain conscious if barely, rose slowly, after realizing to whom the exclamation was addressed toward.
"Take these two fools and run to your little sister," Cainabel grinned.
"I will not allow it," Altera rushed toward Jeanne to deliver a finishing blow.
A second later, Altera's blade crashed into an opened umbrella. The blow was so strong that the ground cracked under the feet of the combatants, but Cainabel continued to hold the umbrella only with one hand, a little bored, as if Altera's attack was like an ant trying to move a mountain.
"And nobody was asking for your permission," Cainabel grinned, after which she easily threw Altera back.
Jeanne took several steps, after which she touched Mashu and Medusa, who had fallen unconscious, activating teleportation on all three.
Altera looked at Cainabel with a look that Romulus, Nero, or Jeanne did not even warrant.
With the eyes of a warrior looking for a path to victory.
Cainabel only smiled easily.
"...I have to fight in full force," Altera enunciated a second later. Slowly white lines, criss-crossing through her body in a strange pattern, began to glow, just as if she was an ancient mechanism that was slowly awakening from a slumber.
"You can try," Cainabel grinned, watching the Servants disappear in a flash of teleportation. "It would be problematic for me if the battle with you will be boring..."
"...But I will not strike first," Altera replied after a second, instantly rushing back.
Cainabel blinked before she heard a roar.
It was hardly possible to guess that such a bestial roar came from a human, but Cainabel correctly turned toward Spartacus' body, who was supposed to have already died. However, what she saw was not the appearance of the Berserker. Or of a human at all.
A monster, as if created from pure muscles, rose from in place of Spartacus.
The monster that Spartacus became on the verge of his death.
The beast opened its mouth, after which a roar burst from it. A bestial roar in which, nevertheless, one could hear a human voice.
"CRYING WARMONGER!" - The Noble Phantasm of Spartacus.
The whole history of Spartacus consisted of torment. A slave, gladiator, warrior, and finally, a rebel. Every time he was lashed for disobedience, when the blade of his enemy pierced into his flesh in the Colosseum, when his friends and allies died - in chains, in the arena, in battles with Rome - all that remained for Spartacus was only pain. And he rejoiced at this pain.
"Through our pain we will gain victory."
Spartacus did not bother to defend himself from attacks, for each of his wounds only made him stronger. For when he received a blow, he saw the enemy attack and learned to deliver new, more effective blows. Each time he suffered, his fury only blazed up even more - "Only through knowing my own pain, can I deliver it to my enemy."
And his Noble Phantasm was the quintessence of this thought.
"Only when we are defeated will we be able to cause a miracle and will be able to win the battle."
Every wound inflicted on Spartacus, every defeat, every near fatal blow was concentrated in him, mingling with his own strength. Then, on command, his Noble Phantasm used it all for just one final attack, capable of turning the tide of any battle.
The cry of Spartacus broke the silence of the night, tearing through the city like a single wave of pure power.
"Already the second Roman city today" - Cainabel grunted to herself, looking at the approaching wave of pure power - "Ainz is really magnificent. To bring the greatest amount of destruction under the guise of peace talks... Which is to be expected from him."
After a second, the wave of pure force reached Cainabel and passed through her, continuing to move on. Even Altera wouldn't be unscathed if faced with such an attack.
The wave of power flashed only for a moment, but its echo reached Rome, the Dragon Witch, even Ainz, who had finally reached the treasured lost hidden island off the coast of Italy.
A second later, when Spartacus' Noble Phantasm ceased and Berserker finally fell to the ground, Altera slowly approached the epicenter of the attack.
To discover Cainabel standing, still in her original spot. She appeared unbothered by the wave of pure destruction that just passed her by. Her hair was not even disheveled by the blast wave of attack.
"Hm?" Cainabel looked at Altera who had just returned and smiled. "Oh, that was it? What a pity, it seemed that your first blow was wasted..."
Altera froze while looking at Cainabel.
She squeezed the blade in her hands even more, and then asked at the creature in front of her with only one question, "How?"
Cainabel slowly sighed, as if she were a teacher explaining the lecture material to a dull student.
"You, Servants, have a very big opinion about yourself," Cainabel waved her hand in the air. "For this world, you are walking disasters, weapons of strategic destruction, military potential that can start and stop wars as they wish. You are the very embodiment of power."
"But where I come from," Cainabel sighed again slowly, and then raised her umbrella in the manner of a sword, pointing its tip at Altera, "I would have a dozen of you for a gold coin. I saw those who were stronger than all the Servants in this Singularity combined."
At that moment, Cainabel grinned. "They were my best slaves. True, in the battle they were of little use."
After that, Cainabel laughed, completely ceasing to pay attention to Altera. Altera, seeing this as an opportunity, rushed forward.
Altera's blade crashed into the fabrics of an opened umbrella. The favored weapon of the God of War, the blade of Mars, grated powerlessly against the ordinary fabric.
"Well, you are one of those who are predators among the herbivores that call themselves humans," Cainabel lightly struck her umbrella to the side, forcing Altera to step back, fearing a retaliatory attack, and then Cainabel sighed slowly, covering her eyes.
When she opened them, madness, joy and thirst for blood flashed in them - "Then let me tell you about the concept of an 'apex'.''
Medusa felt herself being dragged somewhere, after which she fell back into unconsciousness.
When she was able to slowly open her eyes, her wounds were no longer hurting and her eyes rested behind glasses once again. With a little twitch of intent, she was able to find out that the glasses on her face were not the same one that she got from Ainz.
A moment later after realizing this, Medusa closed her eyes with alarm. At this, after a second, she heard a small laugh.
"These glasses also block your mystic gaze," Ainz's voice sounded soothing as always, "True, as a a tool for translating they will be somewhat worse than the one I gave you before, they require a source of mana for them to work... But I think you can bear this expense."
Medusa slowly opened her eyes in order to look at the owner of the voice.
Ainz stood at the very end of the tent. Judging by several empty phials standing next to him, Ainz used several healing potions on her.
"I..." - Medusa's throat was dry, - "I..."
"Does it still hurt?" Ainz looked at Medusa, worried.
It was more than Medusa could bear.
"I will give it back!" Medusa could not hold back the tears slowly flowing from her eyes, "I will give everything back! The lost glasses... the potions... I'll get it all back!"
"It would be nice," Ainz sighed, and then shook his head, "But I doubt that you can do something like that."
Medusa freezed, she really could not do anything like that. She was not a Caster - and even if she were, there was little chance that she would be able to create such mystical objects.
"I'm... I'm sorry," - Medusa sighed, - "I... lost..."
"In fact, it was expected," Ainz sighed, "Cainabel paid special attention towards Altera, so I expected your defeat... True, I expected it to be not so one-sided..."
Medusa felt a lump rise in her throat, - "I... I couldn't do it..."
"You didn't know that I could strengthen you," Ainz sighed, "So it was my fault, actually... Cu Chulainn and Mashu were also present when I learned to limit the transfer of mana by the link, so they also knew... I guess I should have told all of you about it myself..."
Ainz sighed, - "I'm a pretty bad Master, probably..."
The Medusa instantly rose,- "NO!"
"Medusa?" Ainz glanced at the girl uncomprehendingly.
"It's all because of me!" Medusa clutched her head, "The defeat, loss, all because of me... Now you have spent an irreplaceable resource on me, also because of me..."
"Ahem," Ainz was embarrassed, and then looked away, "Well... You suffered because of my inactions, so it would be logical for me to make up for the damage... Besides, I really have a lot of potions and not so many Servants..."
The Medusa , unable to bear these kind words, burst into tears in full force.
"Oh..." - Ainz felt uncomfortable, after which, remembering one of the advice given by Bukubukuchagama, nevertheless took an uncertain step towards Medusa and hugged her, - "Everything is fine, everything is fine..."
Medusa hugged Ainz back while still sobbing.
'Oh, what, in that case, Yamaiko said...' - Ainz strained his memory recalling. Unfortunately, Yamaiko's advice in such situations was "listen to your heart".
'But what if I don't have a heart?!' Ainz remembered his real form of a lich.
He didn't really appreciate Servants except as a part of a collection. To sacrifice one or two was not scary or unusual for him. It would have been cruel, but Ainz considered them pawns, one that cnat can easily be revived even.
And yet, Medusa, who is clinging to him right now, was not a faceless pawn on a playing board. She was a living person — well, a Servant — who cried, laughed, rejoiced, and was sad. She was hurt, she was scared and she was lonely.
Ainz hesitantly raised his hand, and then ran her through the girl's hair.
"Well, well..." Ainz sighed again. For some reason, he was a little ashamed to do such a thing - "Don't cry. All is well, you are saved, and the potions and glasses... I don't think it's such a grave price."
Medusa sobbed, then slowly looked up at Ainz.
"Well," Ainz sighed, noticing that Medusa gradually stopped crying, simply continued on what he was supposed to do "By the way, here, um, someone wanted to talk to you when you wake up..."
"You are a mess, sister," a girl's voice reached Medusa's ears, forcing her to look at the entrance of the tent, not letting Ainz out of her hands, "Did we teach you this?! Crybaby!"
The girl of short stature turned out to be the one dressed in a white dress going down to the floor. Her hair is like lilacs, the same shade as Medusa's, tied in two girlish pigtails on the sides of her head long enough to reach the floor, and her eyes of turquoise, beaming with mischief.
"Euryale..." Medusa's voice slowly sounded.
"The only one in the whole world," Euryale grinned at the sight of Medusa in Ainz's arms. He, having seen this, instantly removed his hands from Medusa, after which, with some regret, Medusa also removed her hands in response.
"How are you..." Medusa glanced at Euryale.
"Details!" Her elder sister shouted in reply immediately, after which she looked at Ainz, "Although I'm surprised that your Master could reach us..."
"Ainz is a wonderful person," Medusa felt a surge of pride from the fact that her older sister had praised her Master.
"Hm, I already noticed that," Euryale sighed, and then sent Ainz a disapproving look, "He killed six manticores! All that was on the island!"
"Self-defense," Ainz sighed.
Medusa smiled, looking at this situation before a thought pierced her, "Yes! The one who created this Singularity is..."
"Baal," Euryale sighed, then nodded to Ainz, "We know that..."
"And that means..." Medusa blinked.
"Yes," Ainz nodded to her, "Cainabel, by my order, devoured my mana-construct and was able to analyze the imprint left by the Servants..."
Medusa opened her eyes.
"You... Did you think so far?" Medusa looked at Ainz with admiration.
"Ahem..." - Ainz looked away, "That was... A random bonus."
"Hm," Euryale grinned at these words, after which she instantly became serious, "Now we know for sure. Romulus, Altera and Nero are under the control of Baal."
Yggdrasil Magic: A++ (Case)
A simple reflection of the fact that Ainz have acquired mastery over the Yggdrasil Magic System, such a rank allows the usage of Tenth-Tier Spells. As well as his connections with Yggdrasil.