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Da Vinci slowly put the relic entrusted to her by Ainz on the table - a golden radiant goblet, to be more precise. After which she proceeded to her seat next to the table. A second later, after she had sat down, she looked at a rare visitor to her workshop.

"I thought you were engrossed in watching Ainz's actions without looking up from the screen and missing a second," The visitor, Olga-Marie, grunted out. Da Vinci, not bothering to look up from her current object of fascination, who instantly brought the golden goblet to her hands, and then, nodding, reached for her notes without once looking like she had heard what Olga had said. This, of course, is not true. As a Genius of the highest order, Da Vinci is very capable at multitasking.

"Oh, I'm certainly interested in the adventures of Ainz and, what's more, his actions in the Singularity," Da Vinci nodded, not taking her eyes off the golden goblet, "However, that is not the only thing that interests me at the moment. Also…"

Da Vinci smiled, finally looking up at Olga Maria, - "The Show is on a commercial break. I think Ainz will need to spend at least a few more hours sailing to find the hidden Demon King and the Grail."

"Hm," Olga-Marie grunted in reply, "Looking at his actions, I'm not even sure that it will take that much time at all... It won't surprise me if in the next Singularity he will solve it so fast that if he had made tea in Chaldea then go on the Singularity, he will return from resolving the next conflict before the tea has time to cool down."

"That would be a funny thing to see," Da Vinci answered with a polite remark, after which she immediately returned to observing the Grail. "This conversation is nice, but I don't think you came to my workshop just for the sake of telling me a joke."

Olga-Marie sighed at Da Vinci's blunt reply, after which she looked around at Da vinci's workshop.

Da Vinci's work space, as always, was littered with trash, various pages of loose notes, and other various junks that interested the researcher. It is to the point that identifying something like an empty chair in this heap of garbage was an almost impossible task. As a result, Olga simply went up to one of the scattered chairs occupied by trash, then simply shoved several disordered pages from it. After the chair is cleaned off, Olga dragged the chair closer to Da Vinci.

"You could, at least for appearance sake, try to clean some of these things," Da Vinci nodded to herself.

"And put them where?" Olga then carefully looked at the rest of Da Vinci's office, fully littered with trash.

"Hm, point taken," Da Vinci, looking up for a second and looking around her office, nodded, then returned to her inspection of the Grail, "Hm, interesting..."

Olga fell silent for a few seconds, after which she looked at Da Vinci carefully.

"If you have any questions, then feel free to ask. While I am proud of my title as 'The smartest man on Earth', and am quite capable of defending it". Da Vinci grunted, "But, contrary to popular beliefs, possessing great intelligence does not allow you to read minds."

"The smartest man?" Olga looked at the body of Da Vinci, whose non-masculine forms continued to hang over the Grail. "Doesn't it seem that you have too big a breast to call yourself a man?"

"Believe me, Olga, there are a lot of men in the world with breasts no smaller than mine," Da Vinci nodded. "Besides, "man" and "woman" are a rather vague concept, actually. At least from my point of view."

Olga, having been silenced for a second by the nonsensical argument they were having, looked at Da Vinci seriously, "What do you know about Ainz Ooal Gown?"

"Hm?" Da Vinci was distracted for a second, of course not enough to cause her to cease carrying out whatever kinds of manipulations to the Grail that looked strange enough from the point of view of Olga, "Enough. But in general - no more than you."

"Ha?" Olga blinked, "Didn't you spend days and nights trying to figure out something about Ainz's identity?"

"Yes," Da Vinci nodded. "But by the end, almost all the information I have come to will be useless enough for you. Except for maybe one fact."

"What fact?" Olga looked at Da Vinci seriously.

"He really treasures his past friends," Da Vinci answered exactly that, after which she returned to her Grail examination, "Hmm, I didn't even think..."

Olga waited a little longer for Da Vinci to continue. She frowned at Da Vinci when nothing else came out of her mouth - "That doesn't really answer my question."

"Nothing of what I know will be a satisfactory answer to you," - Da Vinci shrugged, - "Ainz is the Divine Spirit, Servant, Man, Elder God, Destroyer of Worlds, God Killer, Mage, Wizard, Undead, Living disturbance of space, a walking anomaly, Alaya, Gaia, part of the Root - and believe me, these is only the start to the ridiculous list of everything that he is…"

Olga, having heard a similar answer, sighed and looked away, - "Yes, I already understood that he is something that we generally cannot understand…"

Da Vinci nodded at Olga's glib reply, after which she returned to her study of the Grail, again. Olga exhaled slowly out of her nose, exasperated by da Vinci's antics.

"I mean," Olga looked at Da Vinci carefully, "Not the nature of Ainz, but his... Personality. His character."

Da Vinci froze in her place for a second, after which she looked up at Olga. After another second, a broad smile began to appear on her lips replacing an expression that was before that, relatively taciturn. At least what counts as 'taciturn' to someone with her talkative personality. Da Vinci then squinted knowingly — "Ah, there it is!"

"What?" - instantly Olga went into full defense mode, she almost appeared to brim with spikes.

"Nothing," Da Vinci smiled knowingly, after which she returned to her study of the Grail, "Hah, I would never have guessed..."

"What are you talking about?" Olga looked at Da Vinci suspiciously.

"About the Grail, of course," Da Vinci answered easily, after which she looked at Olga, "If you are asking me about Ainz as a person... Hmm..."

For a second, Da Vinci even put the Grail aside; she was so focused on answering, and then nodded. "In that case, I would say that he is a smart, intelligent gentleman of an older age, playing the role of an older brother or father's figure to the Servants. In other words, it's completely your type, so I understand your infatuation. Lev, may he burn in hell, seemed to be the same personality type."

The mention of Lev's name would usually catch Olga-Marie's off guard, but any of her possible reactions to the name of the traitor being uttered was instantly swept away and crushed by another reaction.

"Is that what you are hinting at, you unfinished transvestite?!" Olga immediately shouted her insults, then immediately pulled away from Da Vinci.

"I am pleased to report that being in a woman's body and wearing women's clothes is not transvestism for me. And if one were to argue the point, then my conversion was completely completed, in terms of anatomy and physiology," Da Vinci smiled, and then sighed, "Don't worry, getting swept away by Ainz in your situation is very normal…"

"Who is swept away?! I'm swept away?! I'm not swept away!" Olga immediately tried to defend herself, to which Da Vinci only twisted one eyebrow in reply while continuing to watch Olga with a sly smile.

Olga, seeing Da Vinci's expression, as if saying "I see you through and through," only became more furious - "Absolutely not! I already forgot even about our kiss!"

After a second, realizing a very large secret had popped out of Olga's lips, she immediately fell silent in horror. This of course only made Da Vinci's smile grow even larger.

"Such fine details!" Da Vinci smiled, after noticing Olga's horrified gaze, she immediately hastened to clarify, "I'm talking about the Grail of course, no need to worry."

There was an awkward silence in the workshop as Olga was frozen by what she had just revealed and Da Vinci savoring the moment. After which Da Vinci, after waiting a few seconds for the sake of decency, nevertheless asked the question, "So what about the kiss?"

"It doesn't matter!" Olga immediately shouted at Da Vinci, as if to drown out her embarrassment. And then, with a glare drected at Da Vinci, she rose from her seat, "Well, this was a stupid idea..."

"Tell me, chief," Da Vinci smiled, not looking up from the Grail, "Who are you running from right now? From me, from Ainz, or from yourself?"

Olga froze half a step away from the chair, after which she looked at Da Vinci while almost wincing at what Da Vinci seemed to be hinting at, "I am not running. Escaping is an act of cowardice, and I'm not a coward."

"In the current situation, I would rather say it's of 'indecisiveness' instead," - Da Vinci, thinking for a second, then cast a spell, and then broke into a smile, "Oh, amazing!"

"Why did you borrow this Grail from Ainz?" In an effort to put the last conversation behind her, Olga-Marie changed the topic of their conversation, "Are you planning to use the Grail behind Ainz's back?"

"Hm," Da Vinci simply smiled at her suggestion, "No. If I wanted to use the grail for something, then I will just create something with the same functionality as the Grail... But I will definitely not take one from Ainz."

"Isn't the creation of the Grail considered to be impossible without the use of True Magic?" Olga gave a suspicious look to Da Vinci.

"It is," she agreed easily, after which she slowly raised her hand and gently touched her temple, "But I use this head not only to speak through it. To do the impossible is, one might say, my favorite thing."

"For example, to figure out Ainz?" Olga raised one eyebrow.

"For example, to figure out Ainz," Da Vinci easily agreed, after which she looked again at Olga, "If you came to me to find out his favorite color, dish, and what he prefers to do on rainy evenings, I don't have an answer to that."

"I didn't come to you for such things!" Olga instantly stamped her foot and began to huff indignantly.

"Then for what?" Da Vinci smiled. "So far, everything you have asked from me - apart from the light distractions - is exclusively of what I know about Ainz. Given that his nature does not bother you from a scientific point of view, and you have not shown interest in his history before, all that remains for me is to draw a simple logical chain."

Olga, hearing Da Vinci's points, fell silent, with her eyes glaring at the floor. Her fists clenched for a second, but instead of spitting out something like her previous denials, she nevertheless took control of herself and exhaled slowly. After she had calmed down, she looked up at Da Vinci, "So what?"

Da Vinci, distracted by Olga's uncharacteristic answer, looked up at Olga. And then, unexpectedly, began to speak softly, "You had a difficult childhood."

Olga, for a second surprised by the abrupt change in the topic of conversation, only reacted in the most obvious way, "What?"

"Among magis, a good family is the rare exception, not the rule," Da Vinci nodded. "However, judging by the way you close yourself to others, the very vivid manifestations of anger and attachment in romantic terms to father figures..."

WHAM!

The table in Da Vinci's office was not something created by Ainz's magic, but nevertheless the table was made of a fairly strong yew, so it had very good sturdiness and durability. And yet, when Olga-Marie's fist hit the smooth surface of the table, it rattled plaintively as if from fear of being destroyed.

"Shut up," Olga said sharply, after which she glared at Da Vinci. Unlike the previous times, the anger in Olga-Marie's eyes was not a product of her embarrassment, insecurity, or the somewhat comical anger at her closest deputy, Roman. No, it was real hatred, which burns hot enough to make even Servants to feel it completely.

However, Da Vinci only looked up at Olga calmly. She did not even stop casting spells at the Grail that Olga could not even identify. After a few moments she glanced at the table, which now were fashioned with the imprint of the chief's fist.

The human body is rather weak, however Olga, was not a normal human. She possesses the capability to do magecraft, and with it, she was able to strike with enough force to make the solid yew table crack a little and sag by half a centimeter.

Da Vinci, of course, by normal human standard of decency, was supposed to apologize for such behavior, but she did not do this, instead continuing to simply cast a calm look at Olga.

"I don't want anyone to ever talk about this," Olga looked at Da Vinci irritatedly, "Neither you, Roman, no one."

"What about Ainz?" Da Vinci answered challengingly.

Olga-Maria overcame the distance between her and Da Vinci in a few seconds. After which she grabbed Da Vinci by her collar, and pulled her up from her seat.

"Shut up or I swear by the name of Animusphere - I will find a way to make your life uncomfortable," Olga-Marie looked into Da Vinci's eyes without a drop of fear, but with a burning anger - and with complete confidence in her words, "Remember my words."

Before such an expression of hate, even a Servant would feel their seemingly uncontested position of the strongest rather shaky. However, Da Vinci...

"Well, well, you really are a stupid young girl," Da Vinci slowly ran her hand through the Olga's hair, while keeping a motherly smile on her lips.

Olga-Marie, unable to bear such a thing, pushed Da Vinci away from herself, and then staggered back - "ENOUGH OF YOUR RIDICULE!"

However, unlike her previous words - this time her voice was full not only of malice - but also of a barely restrained sobs stuck in her throat. For a second tears flickered in Olga-Marie's eyes - "ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH!"

Da Vinci, looking at Olga's tantrums, only sighed, and then slowly turned away.

Olga-Marie, not paying attention to Da Vinci anymore, fell into a heap on her chair, trying to hold back the tears ready to burst out of her eyes. After which, with a trembling hand, she slowly reached out to a pocket in her chest and took out a pack of cigarettes.

Da Vinci, who had left after Olga's outburst, returned with cups of tea in both hands. She placed one in front of Olga-Marie and sat on the other side, placing the second cup in front of her.

Slowly, while looking at the cigarette smoldering in Olga-Marie's hands, Da Vinci took a sip of tea, and then looked at Olga herself. "Sorry, I would offer you sugar, but I'm afraid I lost it somewhere among my things."

Olga, hearing this, was distracted from her current activity for a second and then grinned grimly, - "There goes the 'smartest man on Earth'…"

Da Vinci just shrugged and took another sip from the cup of tea.

"Why..." Olga took another drag of her cigarette, after which she sipped some tea, "Why did you do this? You have to understand... To know how I will react."

"I knew," Da Vinci sipped a little more from the mug, "And I was ready for it. Even, perhaps, for a slap to the face - and was a little surprised that it didn't happen."

Olga-Marie only threw a murderous look at Da Vinci's direction as her answer and took another sip of tea.

"As for the reasons," Da Vinci slowly raised a finger and held it to her cheek, "Hmm... Like any wound, psychological wounds can be ignored, hoping that it will disappear by itself. However, sometimes they do not disappear, sometimes they give very serious complications instead. And then, at that point, there is no other choice."

"Are you telling me that was, what… Cognitive therapy?" Olga-Marie glared at Da Vinci.

"Rather a provocation," Da Vinci nodded. "And far from the most skilled one. I'm afraid I would not have been able to bring you into dialogue if you were not more aware of your problems."

A second later, Olga, hearing Da Vinci's answer. Exerted an excessive amount of force to her hands, causing the cigarette, which she held in her hand, to break, falling to the floor like smoldering coal.

"I did not ask you to 'help me,'"

"No one does," Da Vinci answered calmly, after which she took another sip.

The workshop was then silent for the next ten minutes. So much so that Da Vinci managed to bring the kettle of tea to the table and refilled her mug. She did all this without distracting Olga from her silent contemplation. In the case of such behavior, the most important thing was not to put too much pressure on the troubled individual, which would rather provoke a backlash than do any sort of help.

And yet, after about twenty minutes of silence and three cups of tea, Olga had managed to calm down completely and then look at Da Vinci.

"If you expect me to say 'thank you' or something like that..." Olga looked at Da Vinci carefully, but she only shook her head in response.

"Of course not," Da Vinci merely nodded. "I understand perfectly well how unpleasant it is to patch up old wounds."

Olga only sighed at Da Vinci's reply, after which she looked at the Grail uninterestedly, "Hey, why did you even need this thing?"

"The Grail is an interesting little thing in itself," Da Vinci nodded, "But more specifically... I think I found in the Grail a solution to one of our current problems. Palingenesis…"

"I already read the report," Olga dismissed Da Vinci's explanation, after noticing Da Vinci's peculiar look, she snapped again, "What?! I read the reports! Someone has to decide where everyone stays, what to eat and how the fuck go to the toilet, until everyone drowns in shit!"

"Yes, indeed." Da Vinci nodded. Of course, the Chaldea's staff remained a kind of 'invisible background characters' in Chaldea. They rarely interact with the Servants, especially Ainz, so their existence seemed faint. But indeed, someone had to support the workings of Chaldea's Core, to conduct the calculations needed to detect and establish contact with the new Singularities...

Da Vinci, like many other Servants, had almost forgotten about their existence. But, even right now, there is someone that is watching the operation of the local plumbing, checking the condition of the stoves and watching the results from S.H.E.B.A. Checking that it's results had not changed, whether the future is changed by their actions. With, albeit the weakest, hope that the solving of just a few puzzles that have arisen in the history of mankind called the "Singularities" could be the catalyst to saving Humanity.

And someone really had to manage the, albeit small, group of people. To distribute responsibilities and, in the current conditions they could be said so, privileges. At least Da Vinci had not heard anything about someone being thrown into Chaldea's Core - which in itself served as a good indicator that things were running smoothly.

"It's amazing," Da Vinci smiled, after which, noticing Olga Marie's suspicious look, she hastened to clarify, "I'm talking about the Grail. Regarding your situation, hmm…"

Olga sighed again, - "Well... Well, let's say that I have something like some feelings for Ainz…"

Da Vinci just nodded. "You and I already know about it."

Olga clenched her fists for a second, but in the end she still controlled herself and exhaled, "Suppose so."

"What's next?" Da Vinci looked at Olga.

"What?" Olga snapped back, "Nothing."

"Oh," Da Vinci said, but Olga, catching the expression in Da Vinci's eye, only exhaled.

"I mean..." Olga again slowly pulled out another cigarette from the pack, and then lit it. "Well, I have feelings. And so, what should I do with them?"

"How about by telling Ainz about them to start?" Da Vinci looked at Olga with confusion, not understanding the reason for her reaction, "I think that it would be a good start."

"Think again," Olga snapped out of habit, but in the end, shaking her head, nevertheless pulled herself together, "It's just... He is always surrounded by his Servants. Half of them can kill me with a look - and the remaining half will do just that if they know what I want to express to Ainz."

"But you already kissed him," Da Vinci nodded. "At the moment, this is the furthest that any of the servants of Ainz had got."

Olga blinked at Da Vinci, "Wait a minute... He has Serenity and Kiyohime at his side. I was sure that he did not take them with him to the Singularity because he was fucking them all the time between the Singularities."

"You will be surprised, but no," Da Vinci nodded. "For some strange reason, Ainz avoids communicating with them..."

"What about Medusa?!" Olga immediately looked at Da Vinci with even more surprise, "I thought that..."

"The situation with her is a little more complicated. In essence their relationship is, at the moment, hmm, rather friendly or even platonic rather than love," Da Vinci nodded. "True, this is more likely the fault of the fact that, after the previous Singularity, Ainz was in his true body. If he does not break his current body then... Who knows how everything will turn in the future?"

Olga blinked again, - "That is... A lot of very beautiful and devoted girls revolve around him... And he didn't even kiss even a single one of them?!"

"Only you, at the moment," Da Vinci nodded, and then looked at the ceiling, "True... Such a thing will probably not last long... Mashu causes me some concerns..."

"Mashu?" Olga raised one eyebrow, but quickly shook her head and threw off her obsession, "It doesn't matter. In any case, with whom Ainz decided to shack up with is no problem of mine, all the best to them. With this the problem is no more."

"Really?" - Da Vinci looked at Olga with a soft smile, "But what about you?"

"What about me?" Olga snapped right away, but looking at Da Vinci and her understanding smile, she calmed down immediately and took another sip from her cup. "I would say that there are many wonderful candidates out there who are better than me for the role of a lover for Ainz, so let what's natural happen."

"Better than me?" Da Vinci looked at Olga-Marie carefully, "And what do you mean by 'better'?"

Olga, looking at her, wrinkled her nose, - "They are Servants. They are all fucking strong magis, warriors, all of them are beauties to boot and would live forever with Ainz's support. It seemed to me that the choice is very obvious."

"I see," Da Vinci smiled, " an inferiority complex…"

WHAM!

This time, the blow came out a little quieter, but more destructive in effect. The cup in Olga-Marie's hands exploded into fragments when it impacted the table, splashing its contents on the pages scattered everywhere.

"You know," Da Vinci calmly took another sip, "It doesn't give me any pleasure to provoke you. Besides, you had just splashed some of my notes with tea. And what's more, you broke one of the two cups left in my workshop - so I really would like you to be a little more open."

Olga-Marie, looking at Da Vinci in disgust, nevertheless began to take a deep breath to calm herself, while taking out another cigarette.

"And what do you want to hear from me?" Olga looked at Da Vinci, "That I have lived all my life as a careless fool, a puppet in the hands of others, that I have no skills, that I'm a leader with the word 'failure' on my forehead, or that I will die at thirty?"

"The last one," Da Vinci nodded. "I would like to hear more about that — and why your father disinherited you."

"HE DIDN'T DISINHERIT ME!" Olga once again became enraged, after which, looking at Da Vinci who had remained calm, she slowly sat down. "There was no official document and, according to the Association, I still remain his heiress."

"Yes," Da Vinci nodded. "He never did have time to rewrite his will and notify the Mage Association... Before committing suicide."

Olga cast a glance at Da Vinci. "I begin to doubt the notion that you don't like poking at my old wounds while asking me if it hurts me or not."

"Believe me, I don't like doing this," Da Vinci nodded, taking another sip from the cup, and then looked at Olga, "But to find a solution to any problem, you must first know what problems you have first."

"You want to know about my problems? Where do I start?," Olga sighed, and then took a drag on her cigarette. "Okay, here's one for you. I started smoking because I would die at thirty anyway - cancer doesn't scare me. For the same reason, my father wanted to disinherit me, relations in our family needless to say have been very cold."

"Why?" Da Vinci just looked carefully at Olga, making her grin with an evil gall smile.

"It's hard to have a loving relationship with your father when they give you such a shitty birthday present," Olga grinned, but her eyes were far from laughing. "What you said 'that relationships in the family of magis are rarely good?' Well, here's a vivid confirmation for you."

After that, Da Vinci only silently continued to look at Olga, allowing her to slowly gather her thoughts and continue talking.

"My father…" - Olga-Marie almost stumbled over this word, - "Marisbury Animusphere, an honored member of the Mage Association, a great scientist, lived as an idiot. Not knowing the price of his word and his actions. And he was unlucky enough to cross those whom you should never dare to."

"And then, ha," Olga-Marie grinned again, "How was it said in the Bible, 'and the children will pay for the sins of their fathers?' I would like to tear the head off the idiot that came up with that shit…"

"For some reason, these people thought that the best way to punish an idiot would be to not tear just his head off, but instead to curse his child," after that Olga-Marie poked herself, "The future one at that. So this poor bastard immediately received a great 'birthday present', literally. And you know what? Of all the other shit they could do, they did just that."

Da Vinci looked at Olga, - "But initially it's effect was imperceptible."

"Of course," Olga grunted. "It was a curse deliberately made to only show its full effects in the future. It began to show its effects when I was just about fifteen years old. Even from when my wonderful new life has just begun, my circuits would have gradually degraded... More precisely, this degradation would start the rest of the curse's effect. At first, my ability to be a Master was lost, the first sign of degradation of my magical circuits. Then gradually my ability to use magecraft begins to degrade... Well, it will begin when I'm about twenty. By twenty-five, the body will begin to break down - and somewhere under thirty I will die."

"And what did the magnificent Marisbury Animusphere do?" Olga grinned. "Maybe he tried to cure the curse? Or perhaps take some blame over his stupid actions? No, instead having discovered that I was fucking cursed, he decided to find a replacement for an heir. And that bastard did fucking found one…"

Olga leaned back at her chair and looked at Da Vinci, - "Maybe he was a great scientist, a great magi, or even a great Lord - but as a father he was shit beyond comparison. And he died in a shitty way too, having put a few grams of lead in his body.

"The circumstances of his death were very suspicious," Da Vinci looked at Olga.

"I don't give a damn," Olga dismissed Da Vinci's words out of hand, "if someone had indeed killed him, I can only hope that the one who had done so lived his life happily and died of old age or choked on grapes on his cruise yacht."

Da Vinci carefully looked at Olga, - "You hated him."

"What an incredible conclusion!" - Olga feigned surprise, - "Indeed, the smartest person on Earth!"

Da Vinci exhaled, "God, how deeply is the hate rooted within you..."

"Well," Olga shrugged, "I was cursed because of my father, the father who planned to disinherit me and only by chance did not have time to do so. I, as a human being who is treated as a simple bad spot in the history of the glorious Animusphere family, then was given money comparable to a country's budget, a super-technological base and a couple of my father's acquaintances as recompense. Roman, an idiot whom father always cherished so much, and Lev, who was always butting heads with father. Because Lev always believed that Marisbury was doing something wrong with me…"

"And what!?" Olga looked at Da Vinci while getting up from her seat. "Maybe you are going to judge me because I had liked the only person who did not consider me to be defective crap that acquired her position only due to the accidental unsuccessful formal disinheritance and the suspicious circumstances of my father's death!? Or maybe you will indict a fifteen-year-old teenager's behavior when she was raised as if she were supposed to own the whole world, and then was informed that 'no, in fact you were cursed because of my actions, so I decided to refuse your birthrights, then I will take your name away and by the way, here, get acquainted, this is the one who will take your place, and by the way, he is better than you in everything, and you will die at thirty'. And all this is going to happen because she wouldn't be on the same level as mossy old schemers, who had survived cut-throat politics for five times longer than I had lived in the world!?"

"No," Da Vinci exhaled, "I will not be doing such unproductive things."

"The right choice," Olga finally inhaled after her long tirade, and then took several moments of taking large breaths before continuing, "And so, we arrive, too, right now. I was raised in a prestigious magi family, then thrown out of it, then was forced to return. Then I was killed, then resurrected by an inordinately strong mysterious being - and as a result I've become stuck in fuck knows where, doing fuck knows what, and the only person who had always treated me humanely was actually the person that killed me. Fortunately, I found a second person - who, besides not knowing anything the fuck about him, at least he had saved me, resurrected and is generally the only one who cares at least a little about my well-being. Yes, fuck, yes, I love Ainz, and then so what?! What could I do next?! I would die soon anyway. And if you were to rank my position in a list of worthy love interests, if you were to think about it, then I'm somewhere right after Fou and before Archer's kitchen knife?!"

"Hm…" - Da Vinci became thoughtful for a few seconds after enduring Olga-Marie's tirade, after which she looked at the Grail, "Resurrection..."

Olga, finally catching her breath a little from her full blown speech, sat down and sighed. She didn't want to speak more today, but she hadn't actually found out the reason why Da Vinci was interested in the Grail. So she looked at the Grail without much interest. "So why do you need this thing?"

"Honestly, I planned to convince Ainz to use the Grail to cause palingenesis on one of the Servants..." - Da Vinci nodded, "Because if he were to do so I could find confirmation for one of my theories... Palingenesis is supposedly able to repair the damaged core of a Servant. And, furthermore, I think I will be able to reduce the effect on the mind of the Servant involved in such a procedure to the absolute minimum. More precisely, to the minimum that an unexpected increase in the strength of the Servant itself will have on them. But here you have asked me an interesting question…"

Da Vinci extended her hand, - "Give me your hand."

Olga reluctantly extended her hand forward, after which Da Vinci, casting a spell, rose contentedly from her seat, grabbing the Grail.

"You know, true resurrection is impossible by all the rules and laws of magic that I know of," Da Vinci took a step toward leaving the workshop, "But, considering that this is Ainz we are talking about, I'm ready to change my worldview a bit. Especially after looking closely at one of his handiworks."

"That's what I was talking to you about," Olga grunted, finally restoring her identity as the 'impenetrable steel chief'.

"By the way," Da Vinci made her way to the exit, "I couldn't look at your curse before you were resurrected by Ainz. But I suppose it's effect was connected with the body, and not with the soul."

"And?" Olga looked at Da Vinci, waiting for an answer.

"Through the efforts of Ainz, you've been free of it for two months now," Da Vinci took a step outside the door and smiled. "So quit smoking. You have a reason to think about the future now."

Olga Maria received (3) levels!

Musician (1); Mage ~ Orpheus (2)

HP: 5 (+2)

Mana: 20 (+10)

Physical Attack: 2 (+1)

Physical Defense: 0

Agility: 7 (+2)

Magical Attack: 23 (+3)

Magical Defense: 1 (+1)

Resistance: 7 (+2)

Special Abilities: 0