Magic Caster of Destroy

I can’t see through her. I wanted to leave a good impression, but it seems like that’ll be verydifficult. And I was pretty confident that I could handle anyone if they were women… ah, if Grampsis right, then it must be because they aren’t human. It’s not like my charm would work on nonhumanfemales… still, what species do they belong to? They look like they should be humans, or at least,close to human…

He had no clue as to what they truly were.

Judging by those two dark elves and these two maids, Ainz Ooal Gown must be a man who placed great importance on appearances.

If that’s the case… if my gifts aren’t any better than those two, then I might as well have comeempty-handed….

Jircniv considered the ladies-in-waiting he had brought along in the carriages. He was proud of their looks. Each of them were nobles who had been made fully aware of what would happen to their families if they disobeyed Jircniv’s commands, and they had bid teary-eyed farewells to their kin before they left and come here with determination in their hearts.

It’s meaningless. Still, after knowing that the other side already has beauties superior to them,would they rejoice because they were no longer needed? Or would they be jealous of them as fellowwomen? I guess I should have gotten some elves, shouldn’t I?

Jircniv had not been able to bring along slave elves from the Empire with them because there had not been enough time to prepare them, and also because he wanted to hold them in reserve as capital for future dealings. Those dealings would not be with Ainz, but with Mare.

He wanted to get his hooks into Mare, that panicky little girl, and strip her bare before him. Then they would use the dirty little secrets they could dig out of her for their own aims.

To begin with, we would get her attention with promises of emancipating her enslaved kin. Inexchange, she would do some simple favours for us behind Gown’s back. After that, we could usethose incidents as blackmail material to have her do more things for us. At least, that was the plan…

Just as Jircniv was mulling over his schemes for Mare, Yuri responded to him.

“Your Imperial Majesty is most kind to say so. However, our master Ainz Ooal Gown has explicitly ordered us not to show any rudeness or disrespect to the Emperor, and as such, I regret that we cannot accede to your generous request.”

“Is that so? Well, that’s a shame.”

Jircniv shrugged in an exaggerated manner, like he was putting on a comedy act.

“Still, please feel free to address me as intimately as you see fit. How about Gown-dono?”

“Understood. Our master is still making his preparations, and he will need a bit more time. I pray you will be patient and wait for him.”

“I see. Then, where shall we wait? Inside that cabin?”

“No. We hope you will wait here.”

Jircniv raised his head to the sky. Although it did not look like it would rain soon, it was hard to call the weather good with those dark clouds in the sky. In addition, there must be a chill in the air since it was winter, although Jircniv could not feel it through his enchanted clothes.

What is he thinking, telling us to wait here? Could it be that he wants us to know our place?

Since he had been ordered to come to the offended party’s home to apologize, Jircniv’s

circumstances were already quite bad to begin with. And then, on top of that, Ainz Ooal Gown wanted to demean him further with this. Clearly, Gown had a bad personality.

“Is that so?”

Jircniv narrowed his eyes. He would take things as they came.

“Then, we shall return to our carriages and await him therein.”

Jircniv could feel the anger boiling out of his numerous royal guards as he said those words.

They might be in a neighboring country ―and one which might end up being an enemy to them―

but even so, letting the Emperor of a great nation wait in a place like this was far too rude.