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  Ainz rode upon the back of the dragon that they had decided to tame. The dragon himself seemed surprisingly sane. He had expected a more angry and wrathful personality from him. Yet, he was actually rather intelligent and had much knowledge of runesmithing.

  He was apparently one of the only dragons that read in this whole castle. That had made Ainz smile a good bit. After all, he wouldn’t have to change many of his pns if the dragons had the wisdom of the craft of runesmithing.

  They, or rather Hejinmal, walked down the hallway. The pce was massive for some odd reason. While Ainz was sure that the halls for the pace were rge to show off wealth. He was also somewhat miffed that this pce was that ostentatious.

  Yet, as he studied the halls, and thought about what he was going to do, and how he was going to capture the dragons for ter culling, the dragon stopped. He had stopped in front of a rather rge door. It’s blue coloring and the rather gaudy way it presented lent him to think that this was the gateway to the treasury.

  “This is where my father resides,” spoke Hejinmal, “his three wives also reside here,” he continued but then Gondo spoke up.

  “wouldn’t one of those wives be your mother?” he asked and Hejinmal looked at him and nodded with a slightly confused look upon his face.

  Gondo turned to Ainz and spoke. His voice was slightly pitying. It seemed that he liked Hejinmal and wanted to look out for him. At least, that was the air he gave off.

  “Why don’t you spare the young d’s mother? After all, it is his mother and she could prove useful other than as life force for your children,” Gondo spoke, and Ainz thought of it.

  Another dragon could prove useful. After all, there was much more to do with a dragon than simply killing it for exp. The fact that the two dragons he had were reted put a damper on the idea of a dragon farm.

  After all, it would undoubtedly make lower quality goods if the children of these two had birth defects. There were many other ideas, of course. The dragon wife, whatever her name was supposed to be, could have a high-level cap. Though Aeskell hadn’t mentioned it, he put a pin in that idea.

  “Sure, but only the one,” he said, and held up a single finger, using his dad voice.

  The dragon and the dwarve seemed confused for a second. They looked at each other and simply shrugged. The two of them hadn’t the faintest idea on what that tone was supposed to be. Yet they chalked it up to him simply being a bit strange.

  Hejinmal used his massive front leg to open the door to his father. The door opened and a rather loud creaking came from it. As the light from the hallway entered the mostly dark room, Ainz and the rest spotted the dragons.

  There were three, no four as Ainz counted. Aeskell simply looked on, rather amused by their level. She had known, of course, how strong they were based on her passive skill. yet, she was still slightly happy to find beings of these levels in this world barren of most of the strong enemies.

  “Behold the undead king that rides upon my back, Ainz Ooal Gown! Alog with him are his children and this dwarve by the name of Gondo!” Hejinmal excimed, and the dragons of the room looked on with confusion.

  “They have decred that they will be taking your lives, so please don’t make a scene. Your lives are forfeit,” he further spoke as Ainz and his family, along with Gondo got off of his back.

  The dragons looked at each other. The lead one, the one on the pile of gold and treasure, simply ughed. His eyes roving up and down the form of Ainz as he took in the sight of the powerful magic items.

  A loud rumble came from his mouth. It reverberated around the room and up top the party. Only Gondo seemed terrified of this dispy of dominance. Aeskell simply looked at the dragon as if he had made a strange noise and was trying not to ugh. Tanya and Wictoria simply looked at each other. As if to try and tell if the added any status effect.

  Erika meanwhile was jotting down mental notes on dragons. If she was to be heir, then she might as well try and figure out other species patterns. After all, one never knew whew they would encounter another dragon lord.

  “I am Osird'arc Haylilyal. Frost dragon lord. Ruler of the Azerlisia mountain ranges. You honestly think that you, a simple undead can best me?” he said, and began to ugh.

  Ainz was about to step forward, and use a paralysis spell on him; when Aeskell pced a hand upon his shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She motioned for him not to do anything with a finger to her lips.

  She then walked forward with a motherly smile on her face. each of her steps carried weight. It was as if she weighed a million pounds. Her footfalls’ pressure upon the floor was that great.

  Whatever the dragon lord’s names was stopped his chuckling, and peered at her. Her smile never went away. He wondered what she was doing. It was then that he realized that his flight or fight instinct kicked in. He wondered why that was.

  “Children, this is why you never ugh at an enemy that you know nothing of,” she said and pced a hand on the, now frightened, Osird'arc Haylilyal.

  Then the pain erupted. Pain erupted from his face. It came from her. The monster of a woman. His instincts told him this now. Now he realized what she was. A goddess of power in the form of a mortal woman.

  His wives were no better. Seeing his writhing form on the floor. He didn’t even notice that. His mind was too preoccupied with trying to flee from this. They all tried to flee. Yet the woman simply looked at them over their husband’s struggling form and stopped.

  “Tanya, come over here,” Aeskell asked nicely, and Tanya moved over to her side.

  Tanya looked at her father’s second wife and waited.

  “Please take this,” Aeskell said as she pulled a gun from her inventory, handed the girl a Magnum Research BFR, “and kill him.”

  Tanya looked at the gun in her hands, and then back at her second mother. The woman was dead serious. She wanted her to kill this dragon. She was fine with this, of course. This dragon had insulted her father. Not that the dragon’s words meant much.

  She had been taught magic by that man. The man who was her farther in this life. While yes, she was used to this undead king being her father, she had never quite felt the need to kill for him before. Yet, here she was, with a gun in her hands and a smile on her face.

  She pced the barrel of the weapon on the dragons rather rge temple, and pulled the hammer back. The dragon didn’t know what was going to happen when the trigger was pulled.

  Yet, he seemingly knew what was going to happen. Arm bells were ringing in his head, and he tried to pull away. He couldn’t run away, though. He was still being gripped and held by the monster.

  Then she pulled the trigger, and a bullet tore through the dragons grey-matter, and stopped on the inside of his skull. Of course, she was too low leveled for the damage of the bullet to tear through his skull all the way through. Yet, the guns damage stat was still incredibly high.

  It was a weapon that one could use at low levels, and use to kill high level enemies easily. It dealt damage, using the foes magic stat as a defense stat. This was much like Perenchio’s bow in that way. Aeskell had simply used a spell to drain Osird'arc Haylilyal’s mana pool.

  “Good girl, you did well for the first high level kill you’ve ever made,” Aeskell said, “now, give the gun safely to Wictoria so she can kill one of the two of those three dragon wives and we can leave the st one for Hejinmal to talk to,” she finished with a happy smile.

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