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  Cardinal Berenice Nagua Santini, or just Cardinal Berenice, was looking at the demon children in front of her with a furrowed brow. The three of them had been given some drinks by the Bloody Emperor, and they were drinking from them.

  Berenice herself had a gss of water tightly gripped in her hand, a deep scowl was currently being pulled from her face as she looked at the three kids, no, the three abominations.

  She gnced over to the Emperor, his face was panicked. He obviously was just faking that though. After all, this was the perfect time for the abomination king to try and kill two cardinals in one pce. It was just too much of a coincidence for it not to be.

  “We were going to speak with you, Emperor Jircniv, yet it seems as though you are already busy with other matters,” spoke her counterpart, Cardinal Maximilian Oreio Lagier, or just Cardinal Maximilian.

  “Yes!” the emperor spoke a little too loudly, “perhaps we could have this meeting another time?” he spoke, he got back a nod from Maximilian and a stern look from Berenice.

  He seemed to defte a little bit when he saw the look that Berenice had given him. Yet he didn’t seem to let it get to him. Well, it probably did, it was just that he couldn’t let it show on his face with the children of his enemy here.

  It was at that time that the two cardinals, and everyone else in the VIP room, heard a voice. The voice was small, barely that of a child’s. yet it carried itself powerfully.

  “That makes me quite sad, I had wanted to learn what your teachings were,” she said, and cardinal gnced at the golden eyed child, “Other than killing everything that isn’t human, that is. Why do you do that? Instead of just trying to blend with other cultures?” the abomination asked, and the cardinals simply ignored her and walked out of the room.

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  “I am the War Troll Go Gin, known as the Martial Lord, and warrior King!” the Warrior King ssh Martial lord said with gumption.

  Ainz Ooal Gown liked the amount of power he put into his words. The overlord had a knack for collecting rare and powerful things, like magic Items. Ainz put a hand to his chin, thinking for but a moment on how to introduce himself. He had it right away though.

  “I am Ainz Ooal Gown! The king of the Sorcerer Kingdom! The leader of the great Underground Tomb of Nazarick!” he announced for all to hear.

  He expected his name to be made fun of, as he had heard that was what War Trolls did, yet not a mocking smirk even showed on the warrior’s face. He cocked his head to the side in confusion.

  “Oh? Not going to make fun of my name and long title? I thought it was a cultural thing,” Ainz spoke, and Go Gin ughed.

  The war troll looked to the sky as he chuckled. He then looked back down his eyes locking onto the red dots that were the eyes of Ainz Ooal Gown. The chuckling came to a stop, yet there was still mirth in his eyes.

  “Ah, I see you know a good bit on wat trolls!” the Warrior King said and pointed to the undead king, “Though, in truth I am simply an outlier. Many more of my people see long names as cowardly,” he expined to the thoughtful Ainz.

  Ainz put a hand to his pointy chin and nodded his head. He hummed in response. Ainz then nodded his head once more and offered a hand to the war troll. He then spoke as the war troll shook his hand.

  “I like you. Say, if I win, you come to my country and fight in the Colosseum that my children want me to make at the end of the year in our capital,” he offered, and the war troll chuckled once more in response and made his own counteroffer.

  “Ok, I am fine with that,” he said, “then if I kill you, then I get to consume your corpse,” he said and Ainz let out a…

  “Huh?”

  “Let me reiterate, I wish to gain the strength that you obviously process if I were to defeat you. So, consuming your corpse would be the best way to do that,” expined the Warrior King, and Ainz nodded his head.

  “So, let me resurrect should you die in this fight,” Ainz stated, and Go Gin nodded his head in affirmation.

  After the two of them had finished with their introductions and pacts for what they would do, the crowd in the stands roared with glee as the two of them stood far apart, ready to strike at each other at a moment’s notice.

  After a couple of seconds, the announcer was heard. His voice reaching them through skill of the voice, and magic items. Ainz was impressed in all honesty, the man had the talent for voice acting.

  “On your mark, get ready! In three! Two!” he yelled into the air, then paused for dramatic effect, “One! Go!” he finally spoke after a second or two.

  It was in that moment that Ainz heard the emperor, Jircniv, his so-called ally, shouting at the top of his lungs for the Warrior King to beat him. He looked to the VIP area to see him there, with Wictoria there as well, with small fgs in her hands with his face on them.

  “You can do it Warrior King! I believe in you!” shouted Jircniv, and Wictoria waved the fgs in her hands with zeal.

  “You can do it father! I want you to win!” she shouted with childish happiness.

  The man shook his head in slight exasperation, yet had spun his staff in his hands. He had equipped some low-level Items, some from this world, others from Yggdrasil. The staff was a low-level weapon that he had used in the past when he was weaker, and the stiletto knives in a couple of scabbards on his back had been made and enchanted by Fluder Paradyne.

  “Alright! Here I come!” Ainz spoke as he rushed forward with his staff id in low.

  The war troll swung his club down at the undead king, it previously being shouldered. The club hit the ground, and Ainz swept his staff up and over the club, then it changed directions and pinned the club to the ground.

  The war troll wrenched it free. Yet, not before the overlord slinked past his defenses and touched the warrior king with his negative touch. Go Gin recoiled, and Ainz let him flee.

  The war troll fled a couple of paces away from the undead king, waiting for his natural regen ability to kick in, yet it didn’t. The negative energy stopped it from working.

  The war troll seemed confused, then frustrated, then happy by this. Ainz looked on with a slight glint in his red eyes. He decided to expin to the warrior King and the audience what was happening.

  “That isn’t poison that is flowing through you; that is negative energy,” Ainz expined, and he got a confused and ready-to-fight look from Go Gin, “you see, as an undead I can inflict negative energy upon my foes with but a mere touch,” he spoke, and the Warrior King chuckled.

  “What fun! What a fun challenge!” he said, then he took off his helmet.

  The rge metal thing fell to the ground, and he gred with challenge in the Sorcerer king’s direction. He then began to ugh; a deep chuckle resonated all the way to the spectators.

  “Then! I’ll give you my best shot!” he yelled and rushed forward, swinging his club all the while in a lung.

  Ainz backed off and swung his staff in one hand in a ckadaisical manner. The staff connected with the Warrior King’s club, and Ainz and the warrior king back off from each other after a ruing rang out.

  They went after each other again, and the fight continued.

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