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Sounds of clashing swords resounded in the room.

Strike. Strike. Another strike.

Arthuria's blade rushed forward towards Mashu but she nevertheless , managed at the last second, twisting her body to the limit to get her shield before the attack.

From a collision of the narrow strip of steel of a blade with a monolithic shield, Mashu swayed, feeling her hands flinch from the force of the blow. Although Arthuria did not even try to hit with her full force. Unlike the Arthuria's sword, Mashu's shield was not an offensive weapon. She also had little battle experience and there was no opening for her to attack. But she still tried.

With her huge shield blocking Arthuria's blade, Mashu rushed forward unarmed, with her bare fists. Unfortunately she no longer had the opportunity to attack Saber. Her huge shield was completely unsuitable in the close ranged fight between two Servants. It was more of a nuisance now, like a huge sword in an ordinary bar-fight. Yes it was possible that the huge sword could have been much stronger than any knife brought by the fighter - but it still remained completely useless if the fighter simply could not swing it for a strike. Therefore Mashu tried to attack Arthuria with her bare hands.

But as expected the swordswoman easily grabs Mashu's hand in the middle of the blow, after which the hilt of her sword slammed into the solar plexus of the Shielder, knocking the breath out of her.

"You are not defending at all." Arthuria shook her head, easily grabbing her blade with her other hand. "An unforgivable folly and negligence for a Servant of the Shield.

Mashu took a step back, then frowned. 'How do you think I should fight then?'

Having accepted the impossibility of trying to defeat Arthuria in battle using her fists she held her shield with both hands in a manner of a two-handed claymore. However, at the moment when she strained her muscles for a back-swing pain shot through Mashu's hands, making her grimace from the unpleasant sensation.

"Just holding your shield hurts you." Arthuria remarked. "You cannot continue training."

"I can." Sighing Mashu, overcoming the pain caused by tired muscles still held her shield up for a strike. "I must."

Swinging her weapon in the manner of a simple club she rushed forward. But Arthuria dodged the blow with some sort of dishonest ease.

"Why are you trying to hit me with your shield?" As if completely unaware of the meaning of the girl's actions Arthuria took another step backward, evading the blow that followed and then from another blow. "That is not a sword. You won't hit me with it."

'But I have no other choice!' This was the thought that Mashu was spinning in her head. Continuing to force out blow after blow only to miss Arthuria's body entirely. 'I have nothing more to attack you with!'

"Your body is at its limit and you are exhausted." Evading a few more blows from Mashu with some inhuman ease, Arthuria took a half step back. "Training should end here."

'She was not this strong back at Fuyuki!' The thought slipped in the girl's head for a second. The Arthuria now and the Arthuria then were like two different Sabers in completely different power tiers. 'Is this the influence of a Master?'

"No." Nevertheless, after another blow of Mashu hit the floor, knocking out dust into the air and yet missing its target, the girl, despite the pain from her strained muscles replied. "I can still fight."

Arthuria, having easily walked away from the blow, only looked at the girl in front of herself with a condemning glance.

"Well then, have it your way." Having come to some personal conclusion in the end, the swordswoman nodded.

The next second Mashu again brought her shield up to strike. However, this time Arthuria did not take a step back, easily dodging the blow. After dodging the strike, she instantly rushed forward easily walking around from the hastily set protection of the shield, after which she used her off hand wearing the gauntlet glove to punch Mashu, smashing in the jaw of the defender forcing Mashu to choket. A moment later pain shot through the entire body of the girl when Arthuria's blade plunged into her chest.

All that Mashu could do was to shout for a second. Stepping backward, letting go of her enormous shield in pain and fell to the floor. Causing an echo to rumble through the empty training hall.

"If I fought you seriously I could kill you now." Arthuria's voice was completely calm, unrelated to what she had just done. It was cold but calm and even somewhat detached, as if she were talking about something trivial. "Training is over."

Arthuria with one sharp movement pulled the blade out of the girl's body, forcing her once more to wince from the pain, and, as if not paying attention it, turned around and walked away, leaving the injured Mashu to lie on the floor, slowly bleeding.

If instead of Mashu it was an ordinary person or even the Mashu from "three days before" for example, they would definitely have died from bleeding. But the Shielder only sighed several times, feeling how the bleeding gradually slowly stop and then, overcoming the pain from the wound and pain from her overworked muscles, raised a palm to the cut.

Unfortunately, even the girl's armor did not protect her from just one exact blow of the King - or is it the Queen? - of Knights. At the site of the blow, a large wound gaped. However Mashu, even in her unprofessional opinion, could easily determine that this wound was only a lesson and not an attempt to kill at all. Although it was extremely painful, it was sufficiently superficial and accurate. It injured nothing truly important. If Arthuria attacked with all her strength and speed, she could easily have hit one of the more vulnerable points of the human body, like the liver, after which Mashu would have died from bleeding within ten to fifteen minutes.

In other words, Arthuria only showed the girl that she could not fight her on even grounds.

Saber herself didn't even turn around to check the girls state of health, simply leaving her lying on the cold floor, and headed to the exit. By the time Mashu was able to collect her thoughts enough to lift her head, the automatic door had already closed after the cruel trainer with a quiet click.

For a few seconds Mashu continued to lie on the floor, feeling the already coagulated blood gradually beginning to flake on her skin, and after feeling her cut stopped bleeding, slowly rose from the floor.

Her muscles mercilessly hurt, overworked and tired from the endless battles. But overcoming the weakness and her senses, the girl took several steps to the shield lying not far from her, then lifted it, feeling how the pain from tired muscles responded in some special interweaving way with the pain from a fresh wound.

No matter how much Mashu trained she still was not able to even touch Arthuria. No matter how many times she tried to attack her, she, with some mocking ease, avoided each of her attacks, evading the huge and cumbersome shield and intercepting her weak fists, continuing to attack her with a counterattack in the form of a sword hilt, crashing into the solar plexus of the girl. Remembering the numerous blows, the girl shuddered, which caused a new wave of pain in her strained muscles.

No matter how many times she tried, Mashu had never been able to injure Arthuria. The best result that she succeeded in, all this time, is that in the case that Mashu went into complete defense she could intercept nine out of ten swordswoman's attacks without any particular problem. However as soon as the shielder tried to attack in response she brutally paid for her mistake.

'How could I win then?' Was the only thought inside the girl's head before lifting her shield from the floor and shaking her head.

"Fou!" Unexpectedly, the voice of an animal caught the attention of Mashu. After looking in the direction of the sound, the girl could find a small white-blue animal that sat near the door, at the very end of the training hall.

"Ah, Four." The girl smiled as soon as she saw the creature nearby. "Have you come to support me?"

Four did not respond but slightly shook his head, as if in a confirming nod.

"Okay." The girl smiled at a small creature, then, leaning on her shield, so as not to fall from the unexpected weakness of her legs, took a step forward to the locker rooms.

Although the girl's current form was part of her persona as a Servant, she needed to at least wash off the already clotted blood and sweat accumulated during a long training session.

Passing Four in the direction of the dressing rooms, the girl rather easily noticed how he followed behind her, but she easily picked up the creature in a half of step.

"You can't go in here!" The girl mockingly waved her finger in front of the face of the beast after which she let him down with her hands.

Four, having reacted to the actions of the girl in his own style only shook his head a few times, and having come to some kind of his own decision, still withdrew from the girl and curled up next to the entrance to the dressing room.

"Thank you for your understanding, Four!" Smiling the girl nodded to the beast then went inside the dressing room. After turning back into her human self so that she could store away her shield , the room is somewhat big enough to fit it, but all the same there was not enough space inside to be comfortable if she carried her shield. So left without clothes the girl instantly went to the shower and inside for the first time in a long time, she was able to look at herself in the mirror.

It was already the third day since her return from the Singularity and the second day of training between Mashu and Arthuria came to an end. After Olga-Marie suggested Mashu to start training , Mashu was more than glad about it. In fact, she even wanted toto start them a little earlier, but could not find enough courage in herself to ask the swordswoman. In such conditions, the offer of the chief was more than welcome, but still...

"This is strange ..." Mashu shook her head, soaping her head with shampoo.

It was strange that Olga for some reason became interested in Mashu's progress. It was strange that Olga even offered anything to the girl! As far as Mashu herself remembered, Marie was never interested in anything but her adorable Lev and punishing ordinary workers of Chaldea for anything she can think of when she was bored. So seeing Olga interested in Chaldea's daily life or operation and offering something without Lev's prompting it was strange.

Perhaps not so bad, but definitely very strange.

Placing her head under the stream of water, Mashu rinsed her hair then gently moved over to the wound left by Arthuria's blow. The wound barely hurt anymore and as the girl slight surprise, even began to slowly regenerate. So Mashu gently rinsed it, grimacing at the moment when the water touched the incision.

After that, she looked up at the mirror hung in front of her.

A long training session with Saber that did not result in even remotely positive result - at least Mashu herself thought so. She could not land a single blow on the swordswoman in the end. But the same training gave her a few negative results that is reflected on the girls face.

Deep wrinkles now layered under her eyes, the folds of her mouth became clearer, adding to the appearance of the girl fatigue, but she only dismissed it and began to wash her hair with shampoo. She had more important things to worry about than her appearance.

The girl finished it in just a few minutes, washing off the remnants of sweat and blood, after which she began to clothe herself quickly - for the simple reason that in ten minutes another training session awaited her, this time with Archer. However at the moment she put on her blouse, a quiet click of the training room door that opened made her pause.

'Arthuria forgot something here?' The girl instantly lifted her head, but then she threw the thought aside when she heard the voice of the speaker.

"Hmm? She is not here?" The voice sounded quite hushed and young, but at the same time it harbored some hidden depth in itself. "But I was sure that she would be here..."

"Sen... Ainz!" - The girl at first wanted to refer to her Master in a more familiar way, but after thinking for a second she decided otherwise. Ainz was a powerful mage, a necromancer who commanded over life and death, a divine being beyond her power, intelligence, and understanding. It would be too stupid and most likely to some extent even insulting for Mashu to refer tohim as her Senpai.

"Ah, Mashu!" The voice answered the girl almost immediately, proving that she was not mistaken with the identification of the person who had just entered. "You are still here."

The girl looked over at herself in the mirror for the last time, nodded to herself and then left the dressing rooms.

'Four disappeared,' And the first thing that caught her eye was the absence of the eared beast next to the doors.

"I suppose this is because of me," At the moment as if on purpose Ainz stood with his back to the girl, because of which his expression was not visible. "For some strange reason I still can't even meet with him, he just continues to avoid me wherever I appear. Maybe I am just not fit to handle animals... If I think about I never had pets at all..."

"That's not true, Senpai." The girl immediately tried to argue. "It's just that Four is very shy, he avoids almost all people."

"Maybe..." Shaking his head once again, finally distracted from contemplating something from his past Ainz turned toward Mashu, after which, as if lost in thought he stopped.

"Mashu?" Unexpectedly, as if going over a different thought, Ainz broke off. "Are you feeling well?"

"Me?" The girl was surprised for a second. "Of course."

As if in response to this, the girl's weary muscles and the only just closed wound caused her pain, forcing the girl to wince.

"Are you sure?" the man looked at the girl attentively again, after which he slightly tilted his head, as if studying Mashu. "You look... Tired."

In fact, while looking at the girl who just emerged from the locker room, Ainz wanted to use another word but it's not really appropriate.

Mashu looked... Tired yes, perhaps it was a fairly correct word, but it did not convey the whole situation at all. The girl was pale, under her eyes there were several large bruises which stood out, especially clear next to her white face. Her body swayed a little from side to side like a weakened man ready to fall at any moment from the lightest breeze of the wind. And her expression, despite the fact that the girl tried to look as she usually did, was slightly twisted in pain.

Frankly, Ainz has seen such a picture only once in his life. In the mirror, almost twenty years ago.

He was extremely young, naive and ardent then. Then, on Christmas Eve, one of the bosses of the company he had just settled in, promised a gift to the person who proves to be the most productive worker by the end of the year. At the same time Ainz, still Satoru Suzuki at that time, was in love - like most of the man of his age at that time. He wanted to impress his beloved with a wonderful gift for Christmas, so he zealously took up the offer of the chief and began working with tripled dedication. He didn't sleep for three days, worked with breaks only for fifteen minutes twice a day for food, so that, at the end of the third day he would give his boss the results of his work. The chief was pleased and announced Satoru the most productive of all the department workers.

The gift was an old chair from the office of the chief, which he did not want to throw out after he bought himself a new one. On the same day, Satoru himself found out that his beloved girl had a boyfriend all along.

Perhaps it was the third worst day in the life of Ainz.

But in the end, that was a thing of the past, and Mashu, who was now opposite him was a matter of the present. And if the reason why once, looking in the mirror, Ainz saw in the reflection a living corpse was his naive youthful eagerness and stupidity, then now Ainz could not find any other reasons as to why Mashu was in a state like of a haggard zombie.

"It's all right, Master." But despite the fact that the girl didn't look normal at all, she only tried to brush aside Ainz's worry. "I'm fine.

"Are you sure?" However Ainz who was accustomed to trusting his eyes still did not let it go. As like no one else, he was familiar with the problem of overwork and if he was in a sense Mashu's boss, then first of all he needed to make sure that she received the necessary amount of rest. "Mashu, what have you been doing lately?"

And although Mashu wanted to protest at Ainz, in a strange way she found that unlike the Animusphere's, the words of Ainz did not sound accusatory, but rather worried, like the words of Doctor Roman were, because of the stern, instead of accusing, but concerned question sounded like a question from an adult to a child. Having discovered this strange feature, Mashu was forced to look away instead of give a full answer, she only said quietly. "I was training..."

"You were training?" However Ainz did not seem to be satisfied with this answer at all, but only became even more worried. "What exactly did you do?"

Finding herself unexpectedly in a place similar to that of a small child interrogated by a worried adult the girl looked away, after which she said even more quietly. "I was training with Arthuria..."

"And how long have you been doing this?" For a second Ainz even felt as if he was scolding a small child, pulling bits of information out of them with every question they did not want to answer, but had to.

"The body of a Servant is much more durable than the ordinary human." The girl immediately tried to find an argument in her favor. But Ainz was unmoved.

"So how long have you been doing this?" For a stronger effect the man frowned and disapprovingly shaked his head.

"Two days." In the end, having failed to resist the look the man gave her, Mashu was forced to answer him.

"Two days?" Ainz seemed to be more surprised. "But two days is not really much, if only... Wait... Did you do this for two days without stopping, all forty-eight hours?"

Mashu just nodded at that.

Ainz's mind froze in surprise. In other words, the girl fought for forty-eight hours without stopping with Arthuria and was still on her feet, at least capable enough to continue the conversation with Ainz. Perhaps Ainz himself could have done this without any problems, but this was possible only due to his state as an undead. When he was just a normalman, forty-eight hours without sleep... Perhaps, if he had spent all this time in Yggdrasil, maybe he could have held out that long. However - to fight for more than two days without a break with one of the most famous swordsmen in history... No, it was much, much more than anything that Ainz could have done.

Looking again at the girl, this time knowing where to look, Ainz was able to see that the girl's legs continued to tremble slightly just from supporting her body. Touch Me once talked about something similar, discussing a case where one of the newbies in the police force over-trained in the gym and the next day he could not walk except by leaning on the wall with his shoulder.

Mashu having noticed Ainz's studying glance at herself, only shrank a little, and looked away, trying not to look at the person in front of her at all. In spite of the fact that he looked hardly older than herself, for some reason the girl couldn't think of it any other way than of an adult looking at her from under his frowning brows, because of that she felt his judgmental gaze twice as heavy as it was.

Ainz himself, looking at the girl, quite easily noticed how she tried to keep herself standing a little different, without straining her right side.

"Mashu?" Ainz instantly turned to the girl."What's wrong with your right side?"

"Nothing serious, Master..." The girl tried to downplay it, however, noticing the focused look of the man like a child caught in a lie she hung her head. "A small wound. But do not worry, it will heal itself in a few days... By the beginning of the next Singularity there will be no trace of it left!"

Mashu tried to convince Ainz by adding false confidence to her voice, but judging by his reaction - she didn't succeed.

"Mashu..." Shaking his head Ainz sighed. In recent days he has been doing this more and more often. "You are pushing yourself too hard."

"But not enough." All she could do was shake her head, remembering that in the past forty-eight hours she had never managed to even touch Saber that was fighting with her. "I couldn't even touch Arthuria."

"She is one of the greatest swordsmen in history," Ainz smiled. "This is not surprising. It's amazing that you could even go on with her for forty-eight hours."

"She only played with me all the time and nothing more." Mashu though was ready to object. "And she showed me that well."

At these words Mashu rubbed her right side.

"Mashu, you get no more than five percent of mana from me" still tried to argue her point Ainz "And Arthuria got fifty. So no surprise there."

"Even if I were ten times stronger than I am right now I don't think that I could fight her on an equal footing." And with this argument Mashu only shook her head.

"You just didn't have time to get accustomed with your power, that's all." The man tried to argue again.

"And that is why I must devote the maximum time I have available to my training." Was Mashu's answer. It seemed as if she had set herself the goal of protesting against every argument of Ainz who was just trying to find anything to complement her with.

"Mashu," The result of this was that Ainz was still forced to ask the most important question in this situation. "Why are you so critical of yourself?"

"Master?" But Mashu, as if without understanding the very essence of the question, just looked at the man uncomprehendingly. "But isn't it logical? My Noble Phantasm is unknown, my fighting experience is insignificant, my skills are inaccessible for my use and even my body cannot handle the full level of power I can use. Isn't it logical that I am the weakest one and should concentrate more on compensating for said weakness?"

In her words Mashu did not show any self-deprecation, she seemed to be simply be stating a fact. But the words themselves painfully reminded Ainz of his old friend.

"If you think about it..." Ainz started which attracted Mashu's attention. Ainz glanced at the wall, as if peering to somewhere far away. "You really do remind me of her..."

Memories of another girl who fought using only a shield or, more precisely, as many as two full-height shields stirred up in Ainz's mind.

"Master?" The girl looked at the guy.

"Although ... Perhaps this is true." Looking at Mashu, Ainz looked at her from head to toe, then nodded to himself. "Yes, definitely."

"Master?" Anxiously she asked again, to which Ainz shook his head.

"Once upon a time ... I had a friend..." Memories of the bygone days of Yggdrasil made Ainz smile a little. "She was just like you, she fought using only a shield. Two to be more precise. Beyond that, there is probably no more resemblance. She was noisy, loud, one of those people that if they had an opinion they will definitely try to convey it to every person they can. As for the appearance..."

Memories of the grotesque form of a pink slime, which took the form of Bukubukuchagama, made Ainz smile.

"But there is another important similar trait in you." After that Ainz nodded as if to himself. "You are not giving yourself enough credit."

Bukubukuchagama was one of the most experienced players of Ainz Ooal Gown and one of a group of very rare players able to micro control the hidden parameters of mobs. like their aggression for example, but this was not always the case for her. Bukubukuchagama became a player later after her younger brother, Peroroncino and Ainz himself did. Initially when she was just levelling up from the lower levels she was just as inexperienced as a low-level player like everyone else. All players went through this phase, but usually they went through these stages of the game alone. Peroroncino at that time had already joined Nines Own Goal though, the first version of their guild, and therefore Bukubukuchagama was accepted into a team of people who were much higher level than her.

Many players would have been delighted by this coincidence, but not her. Instead of enjoying the quiet and quick growth, she very much hated her total uselessness, because of which, the girl assumed the role of one who was not dependent on the level. The role of a raid leader.

A girl who experienced not only her uselessness, but also the role of a leader, began to overwork herself. It was one of the features of the girl. She fully gave herself to any activities that she took part in, a trait that is extremely positive, but also very dangerous. Therefore when Peroroncino rang the alarm about his sister, she had already started to spend sixteen to twenty hours a day in Yggdrasil and lost six kilograms of her weight.

Fortunately, everything turned out well after some lengthy conversations and several attempts to limit her time spent in the neuronet. The girl agreed to participate in the game only in the presence of her brother or Momonga, who could control her stay in virtual reality. In the end, she lost almost fourteen kilograms. But considering that before the start of the game in Yggdrasil she already had some problems in this direction - she still continued to say that she was even grateful for the few weeks that gave brother a few gray hairs on his head. After that Peroroncino usually acted as a virtual cuff for her, she answered him and they had a regular brotherly-sister scuffle.

For the same reason Ainz always shook his head when someone turned to Bukubukuchagama as the only sane person in the entire guild of Ainz Ooal Gown, only giving his understanding look to her younger brother.

"My friend..." Remembering the whole story, Ainz could not help noticing the similarities. "She was somewhat like you. It so happened that once, when our acquaintance with her was just beginning... She became a part of our group... Our family because her brother was already in it. She was very worried that she was not strong enough then to help us, so she imposed severe restraints on herself and in the end it led to problems..."

"Fortunately everything ended well." The man shook his head. "But since then I know that even good zeal for helping people does not always lead to good decisions."

Although, in essence Ainz's words were short, for these few minutes before the man was silent, as if recalling what had happened in the past, the emotions reflected on the man's face. Joy, happiness, sadness expressed to Mashu even more than she needed. Although there was nothing special about the man.s words, a strange emotion that pervaded everything Ainz said about his past acquaintance made Mashu look at the man differently.

"And... This friend..." The girl could not help her curiosity, suddenly feeling that something more was hidden behind his simple words. "She ... Who was she?"

"She was?" To this Ainz, as if surprised that Mashu was even here at the moment, having forgotten about her existence, started up. "She was... She was... She was..."

With her naked eye, albeit hidden behind the glasses, Mashu could see how Ainz genuinely wanted to come up with something that would end the conversation with the girl as soon as possible, without disclosing information about the mysterious girl. But every repetition of the words seemed to tempt his to do the contrary thing.

"She was..." Finally Ainz gave up. "She was a beautiful girl. A friend ... No, maybe even a part of my life. Cheerful, loud, humorous - she always gave her all. Was always the first in all battles, always ready to take the hit... In the end that's probably why she made such a choice of weapon. Two shields, such a weapon is difficult to attack with, but it is more difficult to come up with a weapon that is more beneficial for defense."

To these words Ainz shook his head, as if reflecting on something of his own past. As if thinking 'what was she thinking then?'

Mashu felt suddenly enchanted listening to Ainz's past, without describing great events, she saw ordinary human lives behind them. Emotions, stories, personalities, dialogues. She saw Ainz remembering them, as if he is being transferred to the past.

"She was a shield for us all." But now shaking his head, Ainz seemed to want to tell more about his friend to Mashu. "She was always the first to protect us from anything, really, but she protected us more than from just enemies. Anyone who had difficulties, who had problems - she never refused to help anyone. The real shield of Ainz Ooal Gown."

Although what was said was the name of Ainz, it seemed that he meant it in some other sense.

"She..." At this moment Mashu faltered a little bit. "Was she a good warrior?"

"The greatest shield I've ever seen!" Ainz just smiled at these words. "In any battle, be it against angels or demons, if she stood in front I knew that I could turn around, drink tea, sleep, wake up and not a single spark of hell flame would reach to me."

On these arguments Mashu herself could only smile sadly. It is a pity that she is not at all like that. The battle with Arthuria proved that to her.

"However..." As if having heard the girls thoughts Ainz suddenly continued. "She was one of the worst when it came to not just defense, but battle. Yes, it was almost impossible to hurt her, but she could not hurt anyone. Even Amano... This blacksmith, was better than her in dealing damage."

"But..." The man shrugged his shoulders. "What does it mean in the end?"

With these words Mashu suddenly lost her thought.

"She was a shield, not a sword." Ainz smiled. "She defended us and we would not be afraid when she was with us. And she was never afraid when she was with us, because with her protection we would certainly win. After all, we were always with each other and none of us had to fight alone."

To these words, Ainz suddenly glanced at Mashu and nodded to her, to which she smiled. Of course, she really completely forgot that Ainz was not only stronger, but also much wiser than her. The girl nodded to Ainz, smiling in response.

She's not fighting alone. She just completely forgot about that.

"Master..." As a result, having come to a definite conclusion, the girl looked at the man seriously. "This may sound bold but... Can I still call you Senpai?"

Although she had to call him a Master in respect of all his merits, watching not only his superiority, but also those stories, emotions, and relationships that surrounded him, she wanted to see him as not only an unattainable ideal or a detached commander but someone who maybe one day will show her what the really beautiful world of human life looks like.

"Of course" Ainz himself only nodded favorably. "Besides, I have to admit, it was a long time from when cute girls called me Senpai... It's as if I am young again."

With these words, Ainz smiled to himself, and turned away for a second in order to reach out to a black hole, leading to the inventory available to him. Mashu, who heard her description from her Master, looked away, and then smiled. For some reason, her heart suddenly became warmer.

"Here," In the end, after finding the right one Ainz gave the girl a small phial with a red liquid, "Drink it."

"What is it?" Taking in the bottle she looked at the container of slightly transparent red liquid, but before knowing an answer still opened it.

"A health potion." Ainz shook his head. "If you are anything like she was... You still would go for another training session, so this would at least ease your fatigue and heal the wound."

And after these words, Ainz turned around, leaving Mashu alone, moving away from her and to the exit from the training hall. Mashu, remaining in place, continued to look after him.

'So, he is smart, strong, wise, supportive and helps with all kinds of problems...' The girl came to this conclusion, continuing to look after the retreating man, 'And also he thinks of me as cute...'

Uncorking the lid the girl drank the potion in one gulp and although she shouldn't have tasted anything at that moment Mashu could have sworn that she had never drank anything more delicious.

"The master is terrifyingly effective." The shadow that appeared next to the man made him lose his step.

"Ah, Serenity!" Smiled Ainz to the recently appeared girl. "As always it seems like I just can't escape from you."

"Yes Master, I am always on your guard." The girl just nodded at that, before looking with a thoughtful look "However... Master, how many goals do you need to achieve to calm down?"

"Goals?" At this Ainz only shook his head. To admit that, recently he only wandered aimlessly through the corridors of Chaldeas, communicating with the Servants and even now came to Mashu solely from idleness after learning from Arthuria that Mashu was here and finally started up the story of his youth in Yggdrasil. "As I said, I have no goals."

"That makes it even more terrifying." The girl sighed.

'Interesting...' The man eventually wondered. 'Mashu probably didn't like it, as I told her about Bukubukuchagama. Girls usually do not like it when someone near them is talking about other girls. Especially in the end I really felt my emotions deeply and told her about our past battles... I continue to make mistakes in communicating one after another..."

'If you think so...' At that moment, Serenity sighed just like Ainz, not for the first time in the past few days, 'Perhaps her poison is not such a bad ability in the current conditions...'

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