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A meeting of three irreconcilable opponents. Between barbarians, people who want to see Rome in ruins - at least that's what two other camps said about them. A Divine Ancestor who appeared out of thin air to protect Rome itself. And the legitimate emperor - or maybe the empress, Ainz was still not particularly sure how Nero should have been addressed - in exile, along with a small group of people still loyal to her.

Most likely, it could be easily assumed that all three camps - or their three leaders - would never meet on the same battlefield before then deciding to sit at the negotiating table, of course one could dream. But as soon as Ainz and his own side were added, one that could unbalance any scales and give the strength necessary for any of the three camp to gain complete superiority, the three proud leaders agreed to a meeting.

Unfortunately, what is supposed to be a peaceful meeting was somewhat hampered by the fact that the leaders of the three camps were not particularly ready to trust each other and therefore arrived at the meeting fully armed and in the presence of their own bodyguards - Ainz charitably probably could call them attorneys - but the very fact that they even participated in the negotiation at all could already be considered as some sort of success. At least this moved things from the point of "the three camps stand their ground and are not going anywhere." Of course, Ainz didn't want the meeting to transform into bloodshed - especially because Ainz himself suspected that Altera had a good chance of winning even a "four against one" situation, but... This would also get the ball rolling, which was good - even though Ainz did not particularly liked the way this ball would roll.

Romulus' offer to organize the meeting in Rome, of course, was rejected - the likely counter proposals to organize the meeting in any of the camps strongholds were also rejected. So the meeting was actually organized in an open field. Also, Ainz, in addition to the role of negotiator, had to play the role of the "fourth disinterested party", limiting himself only with the presence of Cainabel. However, in an emergency where there would be violence, this was quite enough.

In addition, at the insistence of Ainz himself, the small detail about the fact that Ainz had formally "joined" Altera was decided not to be disclosed. In an extreme case, he did not swear by the name of Ainz Ooal Gown, the noble name of his guild and friends, about supporting Altera's side, which means that his "support" could turn out to be... very short-lived.

Yes, in a sense, it was dishonorable. But Ainz knew how to accept his flaws as they were. And as one would come to understand understand, he was not the most... Honest man. It seems that Tabula Smaragdina once uttered a good phrase on this subject... A la guerre comme à la guerre, in war as in war.

These thoughts flashed through Ainz's head at the moment when he watched the incoming Servants took their seats on the sides of the square table created by Ainz's magic.

On the side of Altera's camp, with whom he had entered into an "alliance" in exchange for agreeing to attend the negotiations with two other camps, was attended by Altera herself and her alleged "confidant" - Boudica.

On the side of Romulus - the Servant because of which Ainz had to significantly increase the size of the table itself so that the Divine Ancestor could be seated behind it - was Leonidas, who is currently considering Altera and Boudica more likely from a military point of view.

Only from the side of Nero did Ainz see the Servant whom he expected to see at such negotiations - someone smart and level-headed, Caesar.

The fourth side, naturally, was occupied by Ainz himself, along with Cainabel.

The four parties to the conflict, taking their places, silently stared at each other, evaluating each other's fighting capability at the more likely possibility of a subsequent battle rather than trying to determine the chances of a peaceful settlement of the conflict. Ainz expected something similar of course, but that did not mean that he was not hoping for a different result.

"Good," in the end, still concluding that this time, like in his past experiences, nothing would have changed without his direct intervention, Ainz stood up, drawing attention to himself, "The leaders of the three camps and their deputies have arrived and the negotiations of a possible peaceful resolution of conflicts shall begin."

"There will be no peace with the barbarians!" And with the voice of Nero, hope for easy negotiations crumbled. Not that Ainz was seriously counting on such a thing, but one can dream.

"Accepted. Supported," Altera answered emotionlessly.

"I apologize," Ainz said a little louder, drawing attention to himself, "But before we say something so unambiguous, we can at least listen to each other's side of the story. No one will be barred from turning around and leaving at the end of the meeting."

Hearing such a statement, Nero sighed indignantly, but nevertheless flopped back to her seat. Altera had not moved from her seat at all.

"First of all, let me state the most important problem that encompass all three camps," Ainz looked at Romulus, Altera then Nero, "The barrier. All those present agreed that such a thing should not have appeared at all, and all those present wants to destroy it."

Altera instantly mechanically nodded to this, forcing Romulus and Nero to admit the veracity of such words.

"That means we all have at least one common goal," Ainz blurred into a smile. The main thing was to accidentally mention the word "we" in the speech - that was what he learned over the years of his "work", "However, we have a problem. Correct me if I make a mistake with something at the moment."

Ainz sighed, recalling all the claims they have expressed to each other and more importantly at him - "Nero and Romulus demand that Altera leave her camp, Alba-Longa."

"Not possible," Boudica said instantly in reply, "Our soldiers, the people are behind us. You called them barbarians - and I know what the Romans do with barbarians."

"Just as what barbarians would do to the Romans." Nero glanced angrily at Boudica.

"Did you justify yourself with these words when you found out what your soldiers did to my daughters?" Boudica flashed with anger a moment later. Ainz rubbed his temples - it was worse than mediating a negotiation between different branches of the company - and until that moment he believed that nothing could be worse.

"Enough," Ainz raised his voice once more, "Personal conflicts can be resolved later. Now we are only discussing the problem that is troubling to all the camps and nothing more."

Boudica, hearing this, cast Ainz an angry glance - like Nero - but still returned to her seat. At least the situation did not become worse.

"Nero also demands her recognition as the Emperor of the Roman Empire," Ainz glanced at Romulus, but fortunately, he at least resisted reacting like Boudica, simply staring at Ainz intently.

"Romulus, in turn, demands the preservation of his title of Emperor and the liberation of Alba-Longa. Altera demands the preservation of the lives of his soldiers and their well-being," - Ainz just in case kept silent that this was demanded more by Boudica rather than Altera, who did not present any other requirement besides destroying the barrier at all.

Each of those present nodded at these words. Good.

"In that case, it will be easiest to deal with Alba-Longa," Ainz turned his gaze at Nero and Romulus, at the same time catching Caesar's attentive gaze, "I think no one will mind if the barb... Altera's soldiers leave the city under the guarantee of their safety from Nero or Romulus."

"What?!" the voice of Nero and Boudica resounded in unison, after which the two glanced at each other. After a few seconds, Nero began to speak first, "How can we just let go of the barbarians who struck us so hard? At such insult?!"

"The city welcomed us as heroes, as liberators!" Boudica hastened to object, "Perhaps you are not so loved in your empire, Red?"

"Hush!," Ainz did not feel confident calling for order in a meeting between Emperors and Kings ... Or Empresses and Queens — some of this title game confused him — but if he didn't, definitely no progress would be made in these negotiations, "Do not forget that in the camp of Altera there are not only barba… Altera's soldiers, but also Roman citizens - and many other inhabitants that lived with the citizens of Rome. Perhaps their actions were unforgivable - but their words were true. The Romans did not fight for their city, and none of them were executed or persecutes, there were no robberies or murders. Altera took the city - and could leave it so quietly if the generosity of the Emperor of Rome could show that she is capable not only of cruelty, like those that fell on Boudica, but also of mercy."

After this proclamation Ainz glanced at Caesar. He had been preparing this speech all night, but it was easy to determine how hard he put the pressure based on Nero's personality. Caesar could easily sabotage it if he wanted to...

"Nero," however, fortunately, Caesar supported Ainz in his quest to move things off the ground, "Think about it. What would you do otherwise? Take the city under siege, to kill its defenders - to shower in blood the streets of the city from which our history began and to burn it to the ground?"

At this moment, Ainz cast a glance at Romulus, but fortunately Romulus is simply continuing to silently study the rest of the Servants at the meeting, especially focusing his gaze on Cainabel. She, having noticed his attention, only bared her teeth.

"I..." Nero voice stopped short, and then she looked at Boudica, as if hoping that she would find reasons to disrupt such a deal in her face. Boudica, however, only glanced at Altera, who, having listened to the suggestions nodded in reply, "Possible."

Nero, with a sigh of anger, once again fell into her seat, casting a heated glance at Altera, Boudica and lastly at Ainz - "Fine… But this does not mean that I will forget your actions."

"I understand and accept that," Ainz nodded. Moreover, given that after the Singularity, such a gesture will not mean anything, - "In this case, the Emperor…"

Now to move on to a much more difficult negotiation, but Ainz still had one option, - "Is it possible in this case for the reign of two Emperors?"

At that suggestion, Romulus and Nero stared at Ainz with two different emotions. In contrast to Romulus who remained silent, letting Ainz finish his suggestion, Nero did not hide her indignation - "You shamed me enough in the face of the barbarians - how much more do you intend to laugh at me?!"

At that moment, Ainz praised Punnito Moe and Tabula Smaragdina and their history lessons, which at the moment turned out to be much more useful than anyone could have ever predicted, after which he looked at Leonidas, who was almost resorted to picking his teeth in boredom, - "As far as I have known, in Sparta there were always two kings. And this system served them faithfully."

"Aye, something like that was indeed done," Leonidas sighed and shrugged.

"The Emperor is the one who stands at the top, above everyone," Romulus finally answered, breaking his silence.

"Why can't two stand at the top?" Ainz asked a question. Honestly, he was not sure why both of them could not stand at the top - his guild worked well on the principle of voting and majority rule - "Moreover, as far as I know, this will not be the first time that two people will be ruling Rome at the same time."

"Two rulers will tear the realm to pieces with their conflicting desires and aspirations," Romulus replied calmly, "Rome has outgrown the Senate and now only one can rule Rome."

"The Senate was rotten right through," Ainz was not sure of this fully, but just in case, he decided to mention this fact, "While you are two Emperors. Is it possible that the Emperor of Rome and the Divine Ancestor themselves would wish for their power to perish? You are the two incarnations of the power of Rome; you both wish only the best for Rome. You will always want to rule only for the good of your people."

Once again, Ainz pressed hard on the identities of the two Emperors and on their desire to rule for the benefit of their people, but that was the only thing that Ainz could do. Nevertheless, he was not so good as to spread the networks of deception and lies and, as a result, to push people to the conclusions he needed - he could only use what information was given to him by observation.

After that, booth parties fell silent, pondering what was just said, forcing Ainz to cast his attention at Caesar. He, once again after catching Ainz's gaze, did nothing, only looked away. Apparently, he supported Ainz's idea.

After a few tense moments, Nero surrendered first, exhaling, - "It would be nice to have a Divine Ancestor as a companion."

"In the end, you were also recognized as the Emperor of Rome," Romulus sighed once more, "So perhaps together we can achieve more..."

Ainz breathed out, his emotion suppression prevented him from almost dancing in joy. It seems that he managed to deal with the main heap of problems.

"An objection," Altera voice sounded suddenly, after which she stared at Nero, "Before the end of the meeting, we need to know. Corfinius. Boudica's troops were attacked when she advanced towards it."

After that, all of those present focused their attention at Nero - except for Cainabel, who from the very beginning of the meeting kept her gaze straight ahead after realizing that Ainz was next to her, watching her actions .

"Ahem." She turned her gaze to Caesar.

"Well, we are in a sense now organizing an alliance..." he drawled pointedly, after which Nero gave up and looked at everyone present.

"The Grail," she said shortly.

Ainz blinked.

He did not expect this.

"Grail?" He asked.

"Umu" Nero said absolutely seriously.

So, the Holy Grail was not behind the barrier, but was in a small cave in a random city within the reach of the rest of the Servants. They asked to Nero why she didn't take the Grail herself, and she stated that she was afraid that after possessing the Grail, any subsequent dialogue or negotiations with Romulus would become impossible - Romulus logically being afraid of the strength Nero's side would possess, Romulus could simply attack her later after being weakened by the barb… Altera's side. This could even sound logical if only Nero herself was interested in a peaceful dialogue, that is of course before Ainz forced all the representatives of the three camps to gather at a single table for negotiations.

Ainz did not trust anyone in this Singularity. But information about the Grail was still a necessary thing to verify.

"I understand," Ainz nodded when Nero finished her story, then nodded. "In that case, I suppose to preserve our fragile alliance, we need to pick up the Grail."

In the best case, after the Grail was acquired, Ainz would have no need to further deal with the Barrier.

"Of course, it is necessary for all of us, all the leaders, to go for it." It is unlikely that any of the leaders would allow the Grail to be taken without their participation, fearing that their fragile alliance would collapse after a side possess a definite advantage, - "Therefore I suggest that soon it would be time to start putting our plan into action. Perhaps if Nero moves out of Antium right now, along with the forces of Altera, we will be able to pick up the Grail tomorrow even."

"Aren't you going to pocket the Grail yourself?" Leonidas threw a suspicious look at Ainz, a look similarly possessed by the eyes of everyone else.

"I'm only interested in the barrier," Ainz lied without batting an eye. At least until that moment, he showed his interest only in the barrier, and not in the Grail, so his lie could work, - "Besides, as many of you know, I can use teleportation. If I wished, I would have disappeared a moment ago, having learned all the information I need about Corfinius."

In fact, Ainz needed at least a description of a conspicuous place for even his highest level teleportation skill to work correctly, but it was unlikely that the rest would be knowledgeable about such things, especially to the work of his spells.

Apparently, such information was enough to reassure the initially disbelieving Servants.

"Besides, as a gesture of goodwill, I'm ready to leave my Servants in the camps of all those fighting," Ainz smiled. "In this way, we can make sure that none of us moves before acquiring the Grail, while leaving me without Servants or bodyguards."

"But who can verify the inspectors?" Caesar nevertheless ask Ainz a common question.

"I'm not a Servant," Ainz lied once again, "And I cannot use the full power of the Grail. As a magi, I can only get a slight advantage from possessing the Grail - at the cost of gaining enemies in all the other camps. I always considered myself not a stupid person, and therefore I can not imagine myself committing such stupidity."

Caesar continued to stare at Ainz for a while longer, after weighing all the pros and cons, he nevertheless stood down. Apparently, he understood that if he continued to doubt Ainz, the one who gathered all the leaders initially, he would call into question their entire fragile alliance, and now, after the information about the Grail has become known to all the camps, it will mean a bloodbath.

"Well, then," Caesar stepped back, "Tomorrow. The process of retreating, transitioning, and resolving the problems in the camps can take days, weeks, or months. Tomorrow, we would take the Grail together, thereby cementing our friendship."

"Great idea," in fact, Ainz would have agreed to even the option if everyone had demanded to pick up the Grail in ten minutes. All he needed was a couple of minutes alone with Cainabel. Not in a romantic sense, by the way.

However, tomorrow was not such a bad option, because in this case he could send his Servants to the camp of each participant. That was pretty good on its own.

Ainz smiled as he watched each participant leave the impromptu conference, after which, after waiting a bit for luck, he turned to Cainabel.

She, contrary to her usual state, was in some thought.

"Cainabel," Ainz's voice instantly brought the girl out of her trance, forcing her to bow her head, "My lord?"

"You remember what needed to be done," Ainz nodded. Cainabel nodded in response, and then put her hand on the table created by Ainz's magic. After a second, he felt a strange pulling feeling.

'So, that's how I feel the destruction of the objects I created' - Ainz saw how, after a second, the object created by his mana began to collapse, turning back into pure mana. After a second, the bluish suspension began to be absorbed into the body of Cainabel.

"I always did it with blood," Cainabel made a comment to herself, "I never thought that I could do it with mana..."

"Cainabel, is there something wrong?" Ainz turned to the girl.

"No, my lord," she immediately turned toward Ainz, not allowing herself to be distracted by her occupation, and bowed her head, "I am grateful to you for revealing new facets of my skills."

"Um, yes, of course," Ainz nodded at this response, after which, having waited after Cainabel finished, he addressed her again. "Did everything work out?"

"Of course, my lord," Cainabel took her hand away from the last remaining motes of mana, after which she looked at Ainz, "Now the probability of error is zero."

"Good," Ainz nodded and sighed. This, of course, was another possible plan for the future, and an extreme one at thaat, but Ainz was one of those people who preferred to have a plan for every situation. Believe in the best, and get ready for the worst, hmm...

After that, Ainz noticed a certain reverie of Cainabel, similar to his own, "Cainabel? Is something bothering you?"

The girl raised her gaze to him, and then nodded. "Truly, my lord, nothing can be hidden from you, but I suppose my thoughts are occupied with the same question as yours."

"Is that so," Ainz seriously doubted that Cainabel was thinking about the need for a contingency plan, so he did the same as before, "Speak out. Hearing a second opinion is always helpful."

"Of course, my lord," Cainabel smiled, taking a step back, and then thought for a moment. "It's Romulus."

"What about Romulus?" Ainz did not pay special attention to Romulus. Why would one think of him at all - apparently he behaved the same way as always.

"Yes," Cainabel nodded, "Romulus already has information about Cu Chulainn's powers - a small achievement. This means that he should have known about his ability to teleport. At this point, he should have known that this ability does not come from his own strengths or abilities, but from an equipment. The same equipment that all of your Servants possess. He should also have known that all your Servants could retreat from the enemy camps instantly or teleport to Corfinius and pick up the Grail right now…"

'Yes,' Ainz realized in surprise, 'They really can do it. I forgot about it.'

Ainz's servants could indeed teleport in an instant, take the Grail from Corfinius, use it - even if it was assumed that Ainz himself couldn't do this - and gain enormous power, after which simply say that Nero lied. However, Romulus did not say this in the negotiations or even hint at such a possibility.

Perhaps, like Caesar, he considered it necessary to ignore such a possibility in order to avoid the death of the newborn alliance, which would be a logical choice... If Romulus himself wanted this alliance from the very beginning. Given that he did not want such a thing...

"Is it possible," Ainz began with uncertainty, "That Romulus wanted me to take the Grail?"

Cainabel looked at Ainz and bowed. "I don't know for sure, my lord, but... This raises the question - why?"

Ainz thought for a moment.

For some reason, the idea of an alliance meeting did not seem so ingenious to him...

A distinct unpleasant apprehension settled in Ainz's stomach.

"Do you really trust Ainz?" Nero turned toward Caesar, trying not to betray her inner feelings.

Unlike the certainty that Caesar demonstrated at the meeting, this time the fat man was deep in thought for a long few minutes.

"He has no reason to betray us," Caesar finally issued his verdict.

"This is not an answer to my question," Nero frowned.

Caesar only sighed before issuing a clearer verdict - "He does not want to outright betray us, but I can not unravel his plans for sure."

"This is... Frightening," Nero frowned, "Very frightening ~ umu. Before Ain, you could easily solve every riddle of a man."

"Perhaps," Caesar sighed. "However, whatever his reasons, he wants to destroy the barrier. This could be easily understood - I do not know if he is really not interested in the Grail - most likely not - however, he does strive for the barrier's destruction. It was clear to me from the very beginning."

"I see," Nero nodded, and then sighed. "Sorry."

"About what..." Caesar turned toward Nero, but was interrupted halfway.

"Hey-ya," - next to Nero, as if out of thin air, a new person appeared.

"A Servant," Caesar instantly realized, looking at the girl who appeared as if from thin air. She was not very tall, dressed in an oriental outfit and with black-colored hair that almost descended to her knees - "Assassin".

"A message for Nero," the girl instantly took a step toward Nero.

"What message?" Caesar was instantly wary.

"I have no idea," the girl shrugged, "I'm just a negotiator, this is about the leaders."

"Umu?" Nero glanced at the slowly approaching girl. "From whom?"

"Altera," Assassin sighed. "Apparently she wanted to discuss something without extra ears."

At that moment, Assassin eloquently glanced towards Ainz... Well, or at least to where he would be.

"What things does Altera want to talk with us now?" Caesar frowned.

The girl slowly continued to approach, - "Like I said, no idea. Although I know something about the message."

At this moment, the girl pulled out what most likely should have been a message. However, instead of plain paper, it was... A scroll? A huge twisted scroll.

"Since when did we start using scrolls?!" - Caesar instantly rushed forward, - "Nero, step back, this is a trap!"

"The message was intended Only For Kill," a moment later the scroll opened. Caesar managed to take only a step before the scroll, as if submitting to an evil will, was between the two Servants, effectively cutting Nero from the whole world. For a couple of moments, but that was enough.

In the hands of the Assassin - Jing Ke, the assassin of emperors, a blade flashed. A small one that could be hidden in a scroll, a dull black blade. A skillful display of the legend of the killer of emperors.

A second later, the blade entered the very heart of Nero, cutting off her life.

After a second, Caesar's blade cut the scroll apart, but it was too late.

Nero seemed to be confused as she looked at the blade sticking out between her ribs.

"Umu?" She asked in confusion, after which she took a step back, swaying. Jing, grabbing the blade, pulled it out a moment later, after which Nero, swaying for a moment, fell down. Caesar managed to catch her at the last second before she would hit the ground.

"Hurray, another Emperor was added to the bank of the slain!" Jing stepped back, after which a moment later she rushed away.

Caesar wanted to rush after her, but it was impossible to leave Nero alone.

"Fuck!" Caesar swore, he rarely allowed himself an expletive, looking at Nero, "What the hell..."

"Caesar," Nero tried to breathe, but she could not hold out in this world for a long time, "Retreat. Without my mana, you and Caligula... Not enough time... Find Romulus... Avenge me…"

"Yes, yes, damn it, yes," Caesar could have stayed and tried to console Nero that everything was fine and she would survive, but that would not work. It was the Noble Phantasm of the assassin of emperors. After it was deployed, it was impossible to survive.

Caesar laid the slowly cooling body of Nero on the ground and rushed away. They needed to get to Romulus.

And then…

Caesar felt the hatred rising in him.

The barbarians will regret that they decided to fight the First Emperor of Rome...

Nero felt her life slowly leaving.

It was difficult to distinguish time in this state.

Caesar needed to have time to get to Antium, notify Caligula and enough time to get Romulus... It would take several hours...

Nero grimaced. Her skills did not dull the pain, it did not dull at all, so she had to experience her death every time. And every time it hurt.

At some point in time, Nero felt her body filled with strength and the pain gradually began to recede. Her mana... her Master's mana began to act in full.

A few minutes later, Nero was able to open her eyes again and breathe, immediately she began coughing. Although her wound was healed after her resurrection - or, more precisely, her skill, some unpleasant side effects - like the rigor mortis that began to grab her body - did not recede.

"My dress is ruined," Nero looked at her dress. Her Master would not agree to give her mana to restore even her clothes...

That was one of the thousands of reasons why she hated him.

"It's convenient for you to do such scenes," a velvety voice sounded in her head, "A servant who does not die... I am grateful to the people's rumor for having invented your skill. And on the third day of the emperor's death, Nero's corpse was covered by a passing horseman with a cloak as a pity and the emperor opened his eyes and said, "Here it is, loyalty" and died. The usefulness of such a skill is hard to overestimate."

"Enough!" - Nero, unable to restrain herself, shouted at her Master - "I did everything you wanted!"

"Yes, but you'll have to work on your acting skills" - the Master stopped for a second - "But yes, you completed your part of the deal. True, I did not want this to happen... But this Ainz is a dangerous fellow. You can convey thanks to Caesar, it was thanks to his analysis that I decided on this. A wonderful pawn, even if he didn't want it."

"ENOUGH!" - Nero grabbed her head - "You promised me that after the incident, the Empire and the people in it will not suffer!"

"Of course," her Master agreed easily, "Don't you trust my word? To the King's Word?!"

"I do not trust the words of a demon" - Nero squeezed her hand tightly.

"Well, in my case, the two are equal," her Master smirked through the connection, "Demon, or King. Do you trust or not? "

"No," Nero answered instantly.

"Such a joykill," the Master grunted in her head, "Just like with Lev. He always talked about "the need to show them the futility of their efforts"... I'm sure if he reigned in this Singularity he would simply summon a bunch of Servants and arrange a massive obstacle course. There is no style in that human at all. Isn't it better to give people the opportunity to kill themselves?"

"Just shut up and tell me where to go," Nero snapped back.

"You know where I am," the Master smirked in response. "Or you can look beyond the barrier, suddenly I'm there. Or check the "Grail" - you have a lot of options. "

"You are disgusting to me" - Nero slowly moved away.

"And these are the words that you should tell your Master?" - The Master smirked - "Especially after I agreed to save your Empire? I'm a man of my word; if I want it, I'll give it, I want it, I will take it."

"You promised!" - Nero spat out an insulted reply - "You are a King!"

"And also a demon," the Master immediately reminded, "Now go where I says. And we hope that Ainz will have more difficulties to kill Servants more than Lev. My lord still cannot figure out how to resurrect him now... But do not worry about this. It doesn't concern you anymore. Well, good luck with your affairs, I still have the Servants to keep an eye on."

After that, the vile sensation that always accompanied the connection with her Master disappeared and Nero, vanquished, trudged away.

She didn't want that.

Really didn't want to.

But if even a tenth of what her Master told her was true, then this was the only way to save her Empire.

"Forgive me, I ask you if you can" - Nero cast a last look in the direction of Caesar, Caligula, Romulus - "I beg you, forgive me."

Then she slowly headed away to her Master.

Yggdrasil Magic

The same skill that is responsible for the existence of Ainz's magic. Perhaps the simplest explanation of its essence would be to say that this skill is another existing magical system, similar to hundreds of others - but that would not do it any honor. In the end, every system is built on a principle. Runic magic - runes once carved by the God of Wisdom, Odin. Orpheus Magic - magic created by a divine melody once extracted by Orpheus himself. As one can understand, most of the principles of magic were built on the divine forces and the forces of nature and were aimed and cultivated at their repetition - that like causes like.

Yggdrasil's magic was also built on a certain principle. On the principle of developers that created a similar system, writing it into the very aspects of a distant game of their own free will. Without repeating any miracles and being guided only by their desire and vision.

Or, more simply, on the principle of "a miracle created by man that was free from the gods."