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After some thought, Ainz decided to conduct a further conversation with John without any extra ears, which naturally meant that Marie Antoinette was in the tent with him, Jeanne and John. Since Marie Antoinette made her way to the interview site, Mozart, who felt guilty of her affairs, was also forced to attend.

Ainz was initially against this, and in other conditions, he would have probably not allowed the young Rider and her protégé to be there, but under these conditions, Marie, was formally the third side of the conversation. Unlike Jeanne, who in fact was nothing without Ainz's, Marie and Mozart still remained Servants in full force and therefore were allowed to participate in the conversation.

'It's like the director of a small company at a meeting of two mega-corporations agreeing on a monopoly' Ainz came to the conclusion with more familiar words 'He is much less influential and can be removed from the conversation, but then his actions might violate the established order in the market ... As I thought, politics are too much for me ... '

The rest of the Servants, who did not hear the mage's thoughts, simply took their places at the small table that appeared with the help of Ainz's magic, after which, they just stared at each other, until John took decided to break the ice.

"So," the experienced soldier and commander sighed, while his gaze was fixed on Jeanne, who instantly stiffened, "I trust my eyes, and my eyes tell me that you are the Dragon Witch."

Jeanne tried to object to this right away, but John only frowned slightly, forcing the girl to shut up instantly.

'What a terrible person …' Ainz just felt a lump in his stomach begin to toss and turn. He was almost two times older than the guy in front of him, but at the same time, he always had great problems communicating with any powerful person, so observing John made him remember unpleasant memories from his work.

"But at the same time, due to certain circumstances," John directed these words to Ainz, who, without changing his expression, shuddered inwardly, "I still have to doubt what I see now, so I'll try to ask you straight. What exactly is happening now with France?"

Ainz had a completely direct answer to this, which, however, would only confuse everything even more, since the mage would have to explain the concept of time travel, parallel worlds, Servants, apocalypse and many other things in the process. Therefore, carefully looking around all at the Servants sitting nearby, the necromancer decided to simplify the incredibly difficult situation to a simple one.

"An evil witch was able to take the form of Jeanne d'Arc and assemble an army of monsters and powerful minions under her command, after which, she attacked France under the guise of Jeanne herself," after these words the mage turned his eyes to the Servants sitting nearby, and especially to Jeanne herself, "That Jeanne that is now sitting in front of you is the real Jeanne, resurrected in order to fight the Witch. I and...the other people that you were called into this world in order to fight the Witch too."

After these words, Ainz looked at John, who, after a little thought, nodded confidently.

"Yes," he concluded solidly, "This is complete nonsense."

After that, the guy sighed, as if resigning himself to what was said, and continued the thought, "But since we have dragons flying through the sky, and the living dead, why not your story too? It is all the same and can't be crazier."

After these words, John closed his eyes for a second and rubbed the bridge of his nose, Ainz wanted to correct the man regarding his comment about dragons, but changed his mind at the last moment.

"Well," John leaned back in his chair, and then looked at Jeanne, who was sitting next to him, studying her "Suppose I believe in your good intentions to save the France. What's next?".

Ainz thought for a second and looked at John in front of him, before he realized that he did not particularly know why he needed John alive.

Initially, he saved him because he believed that he could know some information about the Witch, but if he is an enemy of the Witch, one she had left for the dead in a cell and forgotten about, then his usefulness was actually practically zero.

Coming to this conclusion upset Ainz a little, he did not like to take useless actions.

However, not sharing his despondency, Jeanne at that moment picked up the conversation.

"John of Alanson!" out of the blue, and for the first time since the conversation started, the girl looked the guy directly in the eyes, as if she saw her long-lost friend, "I know that a lot of time has passed, and you may not even believe me, but... we once fought together, under one banner…"

"Yes..yes..I remember this time very well, Jeanne," John said a little dismissively to the girl, after which, he sighed, "But what now? Do you want me to go with you on a new reckless attack? Jeanne, I am only one person, I am no match for the monsters serving the Witch."

It was difficult to argue with this, even one wyvern posed a threat to several hundred men, let alone one. However...

"On the way to Charite, we saw a dead wyvern" Ainz recalled this fact, after which, as if he had just snapped back to reality, he looked at the man, waiting for his reaction to this out of the blue comment.

Fortunately or not, however, John took what was said as a complete sentence with an underlying meaning, which made him look at the mage with certain dislike in his eyes "Yes, we killed one of these monsters. So what? Hundreds of people gave their lives to kill it, only to rise as the living dead on the Witch's side and attack their friends minutes later. You did not see what happened to us."

"The zombies in Charite... You fought there".

"Yes," John only sighed and grimaced at that, "I was the commander that fought the only real battle against the forces of the Witch. I fought, and lost, miserably. My teachers' souls probably won't be able to rest in their graves after my failure in that battle.

"And maybe" the guy grinned unhappily, "They are back in this world, waddling somewhere in dilapidated bodies under the Witch's direction."

Ainz sighed at these words, after which, he looked at the guy in front of him. Of course, it was pleasant for him to see someone with common sense, since this proved to him that the world around him was still working according to the same laws that he was used to, but at the same time, the mage unexpectedly discovered that working with a servant with an illogical understanding of human society was much easier for him than dealing with a normal human.

Jeanne's worldview, although unusual for him, was simple, if there is evil, then you must go and destroy it.

Marie Antoinette and Mozart ... It was already somewhat more difficult with them, since Ainz did not have time to talk with them in any significant way, but they also seemed to share Jeanne's simple view of the state of affairs in this world.

But John did not want to die, and did not intend to go to certain death simply because it seemed to him as the right thing to do. This was absolutely logical, since John was still an ordinary person, maybe not average, but ordinary.

Nevertheless, something in John's view in this case seemed strange to Ainz.

Marie Antoinette intervened in the conversation, most likely trying to convince the man to change his mind, after which, Mozart reluctantly supported her, but Ainz was already lost in thought.

John was an ordinary person like Ainz. Well, in order not to flatter himself, Ainz was ready to accept that John was a much more outstanding person than Ainz. But he was still just a simple human.

The condition they found John in, as well as what he said, both clearly showed that the Witch doomed him to death..no, to torture. For what purpose would she torture him? anger? revenge? self-satisfaction? many reasons came to mind, but Ainz could not find a specific one. However, John endured all these tortures.

Back when he was a human, Suzuki was an ordinary person, If he, fell into the hands of an enemy and suffered torture, he would break. He was not a more of a coward than any ordinary person; he had some principles, but he was aware that torture, pain and bullying forced people far more significant than him to abandon all their principles and boundaries. Suzuki would have broken one way or another. He might have lasted an hour, a day or maybe a whole week, but he would have broken. But John did not break. Why?

Ainz did not have anything that could preserve his mind and spirit during torture. John had such a thing, something that kept him from breaking.

Ainz suddenly froze. Did he really have nothing deep and sublime in his soul?

No, he was not the most outstanding person, but a thing that he would never betray did exist inside him... Ainz Ooal Gown, his shining everything. A guild that gave him his adventures, achievements, life, and family.

At this point, Ainz shifted his gaze to the guy, and then said calmly, "People... It's other people that you are concerned about."

After what was said, John, who was talking with Jeanne about something, suddenly became silent and turned to Ainz. Ainz realized that he had hit the nail on the head.

Jeanne finished her sentence, but there was no response from John. He continued to look at Ainz, as if he had just seen him. Ainsz answered him with the same unblinking look. For a second, the eyes of the two clashed.

Ainz did not like to look people in the eye, it always seemed to him that they were trying to suppress him with their authority, but after years of working in megacorporations, where any significant boss could compete in influence with the as mayor, he learned to withstand such clashes, so, after ten long silent seconds, John looked away.

"Yes," he said, and then sighed, "I was not mistaken. The mind of the Devil himself."

From such a flattering characteristic, Ainz felt a surge of embarrassment, but John continued to speak further.

"Good," John finally turned his back to the Saint to face Ainz, showing who was in charge of the company, "Suppose you're right. What's next?"

Ainz was not quite sure what kind of mystery John decided Ainz had solved, so he tried to ask a general question.

"How many do you have?" the mage glanced at the commander, who exhale and replied "All who remained" he answered vaguely before elaborating "I commanded the battle near Charite. Half of the French army fought under my command, while sixty thousand remained with Gilles and didn't participate."

"Gilles de Rais?" Jeanne instantly recognized the name of her friend and mentor "Is he alive?"

"Alive" the guy admitted with a sigh, after which, he looked at Ainz, "But that was the last time I saw him two weeks ago, which is more than enough to..."

At these words, Ainz nodded. That was John's usefulness.

"You have an army," Ainz glanced at the guy, to which he only grimaced.

"Yes. So what?" he tilted his head slightly to one side "Once, there were sixty thousand of us, but we fought Jeanne... the Witch, and lost."

"But you caused her a few losses," Ainz nodded.

"Yes," John agreed, after which he instantly grinned bitterly, "So what? How many dragons were killed? Fifty? So what? More than a thousand of us died for each of her dragons, and all the dead are on her side. Under her command, thousands of monsters. And this is not even the worst of what she commands."

At this, Ainz just looked at the guy, waiting for an explanation.

"Her henchmen," John only grinned bitterly, "A crazy, beast-like knight in black armor ... a resigned aristocrat with a spear, a black mage with a crazy look, an aristocrat in a mask, a devilishly beautiful girl with a blade, a bestial archer, and a false Saint on a dragon. Each of them can destroy a whole army. They are invincible to swords and arrows. They move like the wind. Their blows smash walls like paper. You have no idea what forces obey her."

"I do" Ainz just sighed. "In fact, we defeated some of them a few hours ago."

The man only blinked at this, after which, he said calmly "What?"

"Those you listed," Ainz sighed. John clearly described the Witch's Servants, even if some of them were new, "After your rescue, the Witch caught us in a trap and we fought her... We were able to kill three of them."

After that, silence reigned for a half a minute in the tent, none of those present dared to break it, until John could no longer control himself.

"You're lying!" he declared instantly. "These monsters cannot be defeated."

"The ashes from the battle have not yet cooled down," Ainz said calmly, "I can take you there and let you see for yourself what happened."

John did not find a suitable answer to this, and fell silent for a second, sensing success, Ainz hastened to use this silence.

"As I said," Ainz tried to smile with a fake-salesman-smile, but under the current conditions, his expression turned out to be more like a patronizing smirk. "We were called on to battle the Witch. It would be strange if we were weaker than her henchmen."

John was forced to shut up, after which, Ainz, feeling confident, tried to further his success "You are a cunning man. You have already met with those who can fight her henchmen, haven't you?"

At these words, the man jerked his head and instantly stared at Ainz, forcing him to blur in another fake smile that looked like a confident smirk for John. After thinking a little, Ainz decided to explain what was said.

"Saint on a dragon," Ainz nodded. The dragon was the Noble Phantasm of the Servant "She would not need to call the dragon in a normal encounter with ordinary people. The dragon is her trump card and main strength. As you said, a clash with ordinary people would be a foregone conclusion, so why did she need to use this force in a simple battle?"

At this, John was silent for a second, after which he shook his head.

"The devil's mind, yes," he sighed once more, after which, he looked at the magician, "Good. Say I believe that you are able to fight Jeanne's...the Witch's minions, and defeat them. So what? Why do you need an army? The army is not able to fight them, it will not help you in the battle against the forces of the Witch."

"Not really," Ainz shook his head. "They won't be able to fight the trusted lieutenants of the Witch... But they are capable of fighting her army."

John frowned at what was said, after which, Ainz used his last trump card in these negotiations, "If you didn't want to fight, you wouldn't have gathered your army at all. You said that your friend may be dead, but you didn't mention the possibility of the army disbanding or the soldiers deserting. You know that they still retain the desire to fight, the desire to resist the Witch."

John only hung his head, after which, he sighed and looked straight at Ainz again.

"Yes," John accepted the defeat with honor, "From all sides... You outmaneuvered me on all sides. We really still want to fight. We really still have an army. We still want to win."

Ainz nodded at these words.

"We stopped believing in winning after Charite, and yet, we can't abandon our hope," John grinned, "Call me crazy or a fanatic, but once I fought for France ... And still I want to fight for it."

After these words, the man pushed the chair away from the table and rose to his feet.

"We stopped believing in victory. We realized that we don't have enough strength to fight the Witch," after these words the man looked at Jeanne, who continued to look at him, and for the first time in the whole conversation something like warmth and kindness flashed in his eyes, before turning back to Ainz "But if our Saint is with us again... If your diabolical mind guides us, then I am ready to risk everything that I have left."

After these words, the man held out his hand to Ainz, who accepted it.

John finally found hope again awakening in his heart. Hope for another miracle.

Ainz was not this miracle.

As he said before, he needed to find an opportunity to test the abilities of the Witch's Servants and distract her army in order to get into her lair.

He found suitable decoys.

Ainz shook hands with John and smiled to him with the fake smile of an old businessman.

All the Servants currently hovering in the air felt a little insecure at the height of their flight, being supported only by Ainz's magic, especially John, who tried not to distance himself from Ainz by more than a meter… All of them, except Marie Antoinette.

"Ahaha!" bursting out laughing, the girl tumbled through the air, after which, like a swimmer diving into the water, she threw herself down, reducing the distance to the ground at a record pace, after which, after falling a hundred meters in almost free fall, she soared upwards, "Ahaha!"

"Will she be all right?" Mozart inquired, continuing to calmly move through the clouds next to Ainz, to which Ainz shook his head.

"As long as she stays within..." Ainz sighed and tried to hide his uncertainty "Three hundred meters?"

In fact, such a spell acted on people within the same location as the caster himself, so that Ainz couldn't speak confidently that everything would be fine with Marie Antoinette, not knowing which area around was still considered "the same location". In Yggdrasil, there were locations of tens of kilometers wide, and secret rooms several meters in size, so Ainz tried to use the safest option.

'However, if she fall and dies…' the mage sighed 'I will be forced to revive her and apologize…'

After that, the mage looked at the ground below and sighed 'I hope she does not crash to death... I do not have many high-level resurrection items to allow myself to spend them on such accidents.'

Not that Ainz believed that there was an amount of items that was considered sufficient to allow wasting them on such things.

After these thoughts, Ainz looked at John , who was trying to stay close, "You see the traces of the army?"

Overcoming his fear, the commander glanced at the distant land, a few kilometers away, and sighed. "Not yet, but it was in this direction that Gilles planned to move after Charite."

"Good," the mage sighed and headed forward.

Ainz had been using the spell for several hours, which, coupled with the decent speed of their movement, meant that they had already crossed several hundred kilometers. During this time, they came across several destroyed villages, several traces of small battles, as well as a couple of groups of monsters roaming around, which Ainz simply destroyed with a few offhand spells, without stopping or descending in the slightest.

Of course, the mage could move at a much more impressive speed, surpassing even the most modern fighters of his era, but in this case, John most likely would not be able to see any signs of the retreating army.

"To the end of the universe!" with another scream full of childish delight, Marie Antoinette flashed beside him, trying to maintain a Superman pose, after which, he turned around, and started flying in circles around the other Servants.

"Marie, please don't get too far away," Mozart called out to the voice of reason inside the girl, but she only stuck out her tongue and flew forward.

"At least someone is having fun in the current conditions," Amadeus sighed and looked at Ainz, who only shrugged.

Frankly, he was never particularly good at dealing with children, so he was not sure that he should have answered that.

'Children are the most wonderful things we have in life,' he recalled the words of his friend, 'And they are worth trying to live for them.'

In the end, Yamaiko left the game after she became pregnant. Of course, Ainz was a little upset that she left, but he was still happy for her and her happy family.

'Interesting' looking once again at Rider, who went for the next maneuver, Ainz thought for a moment, 'If I had children... What kind of a parent I would be to them?'

Ainz tried to imagine himself as a father, holding a small child, but the image did not want to form in his head. He could not imagine his wife, nor how their child would look, nor even how he would act under the circumstances...

'Under the current conditions,' Ainz sighed, and then unexpectedly reached out to Serenity, who was caught off guard by such an action, and patted her hair, 'Serenity is the closest I have to a child.'

After what happened, Serenity giggled a little, like a schoolgirl, but if she had heard Ainz's thoughts at that moment, she would not have been this happy.

"I can see it!" John broke the thoughts of the mage, attracting his attention, "Several sources of smoke, likely from a camp."

The necromancer nodded at this, after which, he increased his speed somewhat, so that after ten minutes the Servants could see from a bird's eye view a large tent camp. Judging by the tents that were spread out in all directions, there was significantly more than a thousand people in the camp, and judging by the exposed sentries, who had their weapons ready, and the hastily constructed picket fence, these people were not ordinary refugees.

For a second, Ainz suddenly felt something unusual, but John again attracted his attention.

"That is Gilles," the commander pointed to a waving blue flag with three lilies "The Flag of the French Royal Family."

"Oh, the Fleur de Lys are still cute in this era!" Marie Antoinette appeared as a ghost behind the conversation and, using her newfound powers, leaned on John's shoulders.

"Marie, please," Mozart tried to appeal to her commonsense "You are behaving inappropriately."

"But we are not at the royal court!" the girl only smiled, after which, at the moment when Amadeus looked at her, she showed him her tongue and instantly disappeared behind him, taking advantage of the flight.

"Why do I still do all of this?" Caster shook his head and looked at John.

Ainz, having reached the nearest possible point to the camp that he could without getting spotted, began to descend to the ground. Of course, he could go down in the very center of the camp - or even use teleportation to get inside unnoticed, but there was a high probability that such actions would be considered as an act of aggression.

After landing, Ainz ordered the Servants to wait for his return, after which, he he turned to Jeanne "Jeanne, I apologize, but..."

"It's okay," the girl tried to smile, but Ainz could still understand that she was uncomfortable from the constant reminder of how the people of France perceived her, "I understand everything."

Ainz also gave Mozart a meaningful look, and he understood him without words, nodding in response. One could only hope that he could keep Marie Antoinette from rash acts.

"Good, then," Ainz looked at John . "Come on."

John just nodded at that.

Ainz emerged from the forest with John less than an hour later, after which, he was almost immediately called out.

"Hey there!" came the voice of one of the guards from the hastily knocked together watchtower, "Halt! Who are you?!"

Ainz took a step back, letting John to speak.

"John II of Alencon!" John took a step forward.

"What?" for a second, the man on the tower blinked, "The Duke of Alanson was captured by the Witch!"

"And I escaped from captivity!" John took another step forward, "I need to meet with Gilles!"

For a second, the guard at the sentry tower was silent, but when Ainz thought that he was going to climb down or let them enter, he showed a certain discipline and instead shouted to the camp, continuing to monitor the two unknown men who appeared from the forest.

After a couple of seconds, several armed people appeared, probably some kind of patrol. Each of them was an ordinary person, but they were all well-armed and covered in chain mail, so the group that appeared looked impressive enough for ordinary people. However, when they approached the two arrivals, surprise appeared on their stern tired faces at the sight of living John.

"Your Grace!" the leader of the group instantly kneeled, followed by the others.

"Ah, Sir Lancel," John smiled. "Glad to see you in good health."

"Your Grace, but how?" Sir Lancel raised his head in surprise, "The Witch…"

"I escaped from her captivity," John sighed, then nodded toward Ainz, "With the help of my friend."

After that, Ainz finally received an attentive look from the people that were trying to determine who he really was.

For them, the only thing that was strange about him was his strange clothing, which was clothing brought from Chaldea, but no one dared to ask anything, trusting the judgment of the Duke, and as such, after rising from their knees, the guards instantly surrounded the Duke and Ainz, as if guarding them, and then went forward. Apparently, this was familiar to John, but Ainz, who found himself in a kind of convoy, felt uncomfortable, as if being escorted as a prisoner, despite that, he moved after John.

It took them a while to cross the camp, so the mage had the opportunity to look around and see how the base of the remnants of the French army looked.

The sight around... It was not gloomy, but it was not at all impressive. Looking around, Ainz saw a lot of people doing their own thing. One was telling stories next to a small fire, One was sharpening his blade alone, One just rested, leaning back and exposing his face to the daylight. Among the tents, children periodically scurried from tent to tent, delivering food, and many wounded people with their hands and feet bandaged walked around slowly. Somewhere nearby, Ainz saw a flashing horseman rushing off somewhere.

The camp lived a normal camp life. Of course, on one hand it was normal, but Ainz expected to see something more... Impressive?

People walking around looked tired, gloomy, even darkly decisive. There were no fabulous songs, smiles, bravados or hardly restrained courage. The people around didn't look like an army, or maybe they prefered to forget that they are an army, because of that, sometimes the laughter or stories told by the fire seemed unnatural, as if inappropriate, like a makeup or a mask put on a corpse trying to hide the cadaveric spots that began to appear.

In the end, Ainz traveled with the escort to the central, largest tent, next to which, the strange feeling that he had felt earlier only intensified, and after Lancel the soldiers escorting them saluted John, he and Ainz were left at the tent's doorstep.

John, looking at Ainz, nodded to him and took a step forward, entering first. Ainz followed a second later.

The only person in the tent was a man. He was tall and a bit thin, because of which, he did not seem threatening at all, despite the gaze of his large eyes and his armor, which completely covered his body. Somehow, his short-cut black hair only added thinness to him, making him a little taller visually. The knight's blade stood in a sheath not far from him, but Ainz understood that he would not need much time to get it if necessary.

The first person this man saw was John, but he, before standing up to his friend, looked at Ainz.

'Ah, so this is it…' - the mage instantly realized what was this strange sensation that refused to leave him all this time.

The man put aside an unfinished letter, which he was writing until now, and rose from the table, rising to all his considerable height. John moved to meet him, and the man approached John as well, going around the table. A second later, two old friends hugged each other.

"John, you mother..." muttered Gilles, "I thought I would never meet you again."

"Believe me, I am surprised no less than you are," John said in reply, after which he squeezed him even more tightly in his arms.

After a couple seconds, the men took a step back, after which, they looked at each other.

"But how, John?" was the only surprised question from Gilles.

"With the help of my friend," John nodded toward the mage.

"Ainz," the aforementioned mage took a step forward and held out his hand to the knight. At the time of the handshake, Ainz found it necessary to clarify "With the help of me... And my Servants."

John did not hear anything special in what was said, but Gilles instantly looked at Ainz with a careful look, catching the subtext hidden from ordinary people.

"John," Gilles smiled at his old friend, "You should probably see a doctor."

John felt completely healthy and Ainz himself could vouch for the quality of his treatment, but the commander instantly caught the message.

"Of course," he nodded and left the tent.

Gilles returned to his seat and set aside the unfinished letter.

"Sit down," he pointed to the chair opposite to him. A second later, when the mage was comfortably sitting opposite to the knight, he looked at him carefully, "And how did you end up here?"

Ainz just sighed at this, getting ready for a partially true story

Jeanne felt uncomfortable at the moment when her foot stepped on the threshold of the tent. Gilles, her old friend, her closest associate... She had not seen him for so long ...

During this time, her enemy performed so much evil... How will Gilles react to her?

Gilles was for her... Like an older brother. Of course, love was present in this, but not romantic, but a platonic one, family-like, so she was afraid. She was afraid that she would see in his eyes the same distrust as in John's eyes. She was afraid that he would consider her guilty of the things committed by the Witch.

At the moment when Jeanne was inside the tent, her gaze was instantly fixed on the silent knight, who was sitting opposite to Ainz. All the same tall and thin, he looked the same as the last time that Jeanne saw him.

Gilles, after seeing the girl, said nothing. Instead, he rose from his seat, resolutely went to her. The girl rose from the fear inwardly, when the knight towering over her came up to her, and she covered her eyes out of terror.

After a second, she felt him squeeze her in a tight embrace.

In surprise, the girl opened her eyes, only to see the knight sit down on one knee and continued to hug her, covering his eyes.

"Jeanne," he muttered, squeezing her even more, "Jeanne... Jeanne..."

Uncertainly, Jeanne hugged him back, still waiting for the hit, but he only hugged the girl even more, almost crushing her in his arms.

"Jeanne ... Jeanne!" He muttered again. "I knew. I knew it was not true! I knew it was all a lie. That you're not capable of that. That you will come back. I knew, I believed! I believed like you!"

After that, Jeanne finally took the hug of the man and answered him with the same, squeezing him with all her might.

"Jeanne ... Oh Lord, Jeanne!" Jeanne felt a lonely tear fall on her shoulder, "I prayed, I believed, Jeanne! I knew Jeanne, I believed…"

Gilles did not betray her.

Jeanne smiled at this thought.

Gilles did not betray her. Gilles did not doubt her. Gilles believed in her and continued to fight for France.

Without restraints, the girl hugged her friend and, not hiding her emotions, burst into tears.

The last thing she saw was how tactfully Ainz left the tent, leaving the two Servants alone.

Emotional Suppression: EX (A +++) (Case)

In Yggdrasil, all undead are invulnerable to any manipulation of the mind or emotions. Skeletons, vampires, zombies, ghosts,...etc, they are all protected from such influences, to the displeasure of the illusionists and succubi, as well as all players who have chosen a similar class or race. However, along with defense, the limits of emotional suppression are different for different undead. While vampires do not have passive suppression of emotions at all, most undead races have a certain amount of feelings that they can experience, for example, ghosts are limited in positive emotions, but they're free in the accumulation of anger, hatred, bitterness and resentment for the living, that, according to the lore, led them to a gradual frenzy with years lived. The undead, to which this restriction extended the most, were skeletons.

Although overlords are not skeleton, they are a distant, lofty branch of skeletons' evolution that went through all stages of formation from brainless bones to the greatest mages of the dead. A skeleton is barely capable of experiencing emotions. However, stepping on the path to becoming a Lich, an undead will additionally lose some of its emotions, sacrificing them for better magical abilities, after which, having retained only the remains of its former personality, it abandons it completely, reaching the highest level of magic among undead, which makes the remaining personality inside it barely capable of any kind of emotional reaction, and it becomes guided only by a cold mind and logic. The only thing that is still capable of evoking any semblance of a feeling in such creatures is their memories, acquired before becoming overlords, in those days when they were still capable of any feelings.

Ainz is unique in the sense that he is able to independently control the manifestations of this skill, however, if activated, the formation of any emotions associated with surrounding events is almost unthinkable.

But it's still possible, as possible as a situation in which atoms floating in the air will randomly be able to collect in a packed pizza box from an accidental collision. In other words, the possibility of this is infinitely small.

But a touch from the Root gives birth to miracles.