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Medusa turned over another page.

"The Company of the Ring stood silent beside the tomb of Balin. Frodo thought of Bilbo and his long friendship with the dwarf, and of Balin's visit to the Shire long ago. In that dusty chamber in the mountains it seemed a thousand years ago and on the other side of the world..."

This was the normal pastime of Medusa. The girl turned over the page, after which she moved her blindfold around to be more comfortable, which is now resting peacefully on her chest, removed due to the need for it to be absent on her eyes while reading. Of course, Medusa could easily navigate the world without the aid of vision, in a magical environment or not. Otherwise, she would have faced many obstacles in life, ranging from walls to just normal people, the amount of mana in which was too insignificant for the Servant to determine their very presence next to her. Medusa could perfectly navigate the world around her, but even she could not read without using her eyes. Theoretically, of course, she could learn Braille and learn to read in this way, but she did not want to bother doing it.

'Well, I can read no more for a long way,' said Gandalf, 'except the word gold, and Durin's Axe and something helm.'

Medusa turned over the next page.

She liked to read. Really enjoyed reading. But, unfortunately, it was not so easy to do. In order to read, she needed to remove her blindfold. But having removed the blindfold, she was forced to look at the world with her cursed gaze.

You cannot live comfortably with cursed eyes. Her eyes were really damned, anyone who looked into her eyes would die. Not immediately, but inevitably they would. Even if the gazer was strong, even if he was a Servant, her damned gaze would sooner or later kill the gazer. The unblinking gaze of the eternally disfigured and damned eyes of Medusa.

At first it could be a little discomfort. Then - fear and cold. Then - only cold stone would remain from her victim.

This was not always a quick process, but it was inevitable. A simple person needed only to look for a moment - and he would have become petrified instantly. It was safer for the Servants - and yet it was inevitable. Even if her opponent was strong, they could not escape from her damned gaze. Even her sisters could not.

Medusa stopped for a second when she realized that being lost in thought, she completely missed the contents of the previous paragraph and began to re-read again.

Her damned eyes was really a curse. Of course, perhaps in battle its usefulness could not be underestimated, but outside of a battle there was not a single positive thing associated with it. She was forced to wear a blindfold not because she wanted to, but only because she had no other way to live. It's hard to live knowing that your one casual look can - and will - kill random people. She had no control over this ability, only power, which she could not control.

Therefore, Medusa loved to read.

Somewhere in the distance, at the other end of the library, a door suddenly opened and Medusa carefully listened. Not many people wanted to visit the library at such a late hour. Exceptions of course existed, but there were very few.

If this was a simple visitor, they will sit in the central hall and simply go about their business. Medusa was in the farthest corner of the library, where no one could disturb her.

"Leadership secrets for young leaders," the girl read the name of a book, which was standing next to her on a shelf and looked away. The entire rack next to Medusa was crammed with volumes of such useless literature, so that she could be sure that no one would come near to her in search of a book. Who could ever need such a thing?

Medusa sat still for a few more seconds, listening to the unknown visitor walking on the other side of the library, as if they are checking and inspecting something, and then she returned to reading.

Medusa loved to read.

It was like her little consolation and small salvation from her curse.

To read books she needed to remove her blindfold, and it was wonderful. Indeed, in this case, Medusa was not afraid that her damned eyes could bother anyone. The book could not turn to stone at her sight. The heroes on the pages were not afraid of her actions, did not know about her existence, did not even know that they would be dead, if they only met with a gaze from Medusa.

Medusa liked to read because she needed to look at it with her cursed eyes- but at the same time she doesn't have to be afraid of her curse. As if her curse, created only to destroy her life, broke free and then powerlessly gritted their teeth and only returned with nothing.

It was to Medusa her little rebellion against the universe. Miserable, insignificant, but still real.

"A sudden dread and the horror of the chamber fell on the Company. `We cannot get out,' muttered Gimli. 'It was well for us that the pool had sunk a little, and that the Watcher was sleeping down at the southern end."

Medusa smiled. She liked to read. She liked the lines written by the author, far away, in time and space. She liked to read and imagine that she was not here. That she was there, in a distant world in the book. Even if she was just a powerless observer watching how the great adventures of the heroes unfold - Medusa still liked it. As if she were a witness to great events in which she did not exist.

Medusa did not want to cease existing. She did not want to part with life and did not seek death. But she did not want to be Medusa. The Medusa that she was. A monster created by the wrath of the gods and human perception. She simply did not think that there was a place for her in this world. Therefore, she liked books.

She liked books in which there was no place for Medusa, there was no place for squabbles of the Clock Tower, there was no place for the Holy Grail War and the history of Shapeless Island. She just liked to watch a world in which there was no conflicts like this.

The visitor to the library nearby took a few more steps, after which they sighed noisily and began to delve into the books, methodically scrying through it. Strange, not many people visited the library. Mashu - more often than not, she already knew what book she wanted, so she would simply read the book for her half an hour break between trainings, she would be settled in a small armchair, after which she would begin to read. Hassan, if Medusa somehow managed to catch the Assassin entering the library, which was not a frequent occurrence, given his specialization, simply took a book, leaving any previous one, and then immediately disappeared about his business. The third possible visitor was Mozart - and he was the only one who would do something like that now.

Finally, having found the thing they wanted, the visitor sighed and moved along the library.

If it was Mozart, then after going through several rows and shelves he would find something that attracted his attention, after which he would sit down at the nearest ottoman and read.

The visitor went through one rack, then the second, third...

Medusa blinked when she realized that the visitor was slowly approaching her.

Medusa sat in the farthest corner with the most useless of literature, no one would even theoretically approach her. This was not the behavior of someone like Mozart.

Medusa froze, focusing on her senses before she realized who the mystical visitor to the library was.

When the steps of the man approached Medusa, she laid the book aside and immediately put on her blindfold.

"Master," as soon as Ainz took a step from behind the shelf, Medusa greeted him with a nod of her head, "Do you need something?"

"Oh, Medusa," the man suddenly froze for a second, finding Medusa in such a place, after which he looked at the bookcase filled with the literature that stood on the shelf behind the girl, the bookcase clogged with useless and possibly insulting books to someone like him regarding the basics of personnel management.

Medusa, having guessed the thoughts of the magician, immediately hastened to explain herself - "Master, I am not here for this."

"Ah, sure, of course," Ainz shook his head immediately, after which he looked closely at Medusa, "What are you doing here?"

"I read," the girl answered calmly.

"Ahem, of course," Ainz nodded, after which he glanced at Medusa, "But... Why here?"

"It's just that this place is the most convenient for reading," Medusa answered bluntly, "This is the farthest corner that no one will go into... except for those who may be interested in such a literature."

Medusa pointed to the shelf behind her and Ains froze for a second, "And you, Master."

"Yes, exactly," Ainz smiled, trying in no way to betray the whole storm of emotions that swept through him for a second before it was overwhelmed by his skill, "Yes... That's why I came here too, to retire from everyone."

Medusa understood Ainz. Of course, she had her room, but she did not like to be inside it. Medusa wanted to be next to society. Not at the center of attention , Medusa did not like that - interacting with people was too exhausting for her, but this did not mean that she wanted to be alone. She just wanted people to be around. Not far from her - that was enough.

However, everything was different with Ainz; Medusa understood this. Most likely he chose this place because in his room it was impossible for him to remain alone. Serenity's actions in relation to the Master were very clear, but with the addition of Kiyohime it became really annoying. Medusa heard that over the past five days since the summoning of Kiyohime, they had already fought at least three times. Not seriously of course - otherwise Serenity would have simply poisoned Kiyohime, and Kiyohime, would then turn into a dragon, then they would have smashed half of Chaldea, it was not a serious fight but enough to break a couple of walls because of some very important thing like "the right to stand in front of the Master's door and wait until he comes out."

Medusa understood Ainz, he clearly did not want anything like this around him, so he preferred to retire to the library, a place where people visited as rarely as possible. At least that was probably the only reason Ainz would choose this place.

Medusa did not believe for a second that someone like Ainz might want to read a book on personnel management.

It is unknown to Medusa, but at that moment Ainz suddenly felt someone coming dangerously close to unraveling his lies.

"Master," - Medusa nodded in any case, - "In that case - I will go to my room."

"No-no, don't have to do that ," Ainz shook his hands immediately, "Unless, of course, I am bothering you ..."

"Of course not," answered Medusa reflexively, before she realized that a blindfold was resting on her eyes at the moment. It was impossible to read her book with a blindfold.

Noticing the same fact, Ainz smiled, "By the way, regarding your blindfold... You know, I'm immune to the effects of your eyes, so you can take it off with me."

Medusa immediately froze.

Yes exactly. Ainz was not affected by her cursed gaze.

Nevertheless, the Medusa froze for a second, doubting it.

She already gazed at Ainz with her cursed eyes. Moreover, she looked into his eyes as well - this meant that she had already exposed him to the strongest possible curse of her eyes and Ainz withstood it.

But what if it was just a fluke? a coincidence?

Medusa froze for a second.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Ainz apologized suddenly, "if you don't want to do it, then..."

"No, no, I'm sorry," Medusa immediately dismissed the thought. She always wanted to remove her blindfold and look at the world with her own eyes. But she did not want her Master to fall prey to her cursed eyes. Perhaps of all the people in the world, she least of all wanted to hurt her Master. He was the first person to take care of her. The first, after her sisters, to look after her.

But she did not want to offend him with her refusal. As a result, Medusa decided to do what she did in the Singularity. Trust Ainz.

Medusa slowly raised her hands, after which she pulled the blindfold down and opened her eyes, glancing at her Master. He appeared the same way he always was - a white shirt, black trousers, a short haircut, almond-colored eyes.

Medusa froze, realizing that she was gazing again into her Master's eyes. She again put him at great risk and he could see all the ugliness of her damned eyes.

However, Ainz smiled. Looking into the eyes of Medusa, he suddenly smiled and took a step, after which he quietly sat down next to Medusa.

It was a small sofa set up that could accommodate three people, so Medusa and Ainz were not really close to each other, but still much closer than anyone else near Medusa.

Medusa froze at the thought.

Ainz, sitting next to her, however, only held out his hand forward, after which his hand disappeared into a black hole that arose out of nowhere. Medusa watched this, and saw as a book appeared out of the black nothing.

The book was a work of art. The huge cover was as if it was made of darkness itself, of black obsidian, polished to a mirror shine, and upholstered at the edges with an edging of unknown red stone that was so expertly fitted that it seemed as if it had grown from the book itself. A large clasp of red stone also kept the book closed from any outside observer, which made its pages made of a strange black material seem like an incredible treasure, keeping secrets inaccessible to ordinary mortals.

The book itself exudes an aura of power and mystery around itself, clearly being a grimoire of great power, Possessing knowledge that could ruin - or ascend - the life of a simple mortal.

However, Ainz easily opened the lock, after which he opened the book on one specific page that he knew. It might have seemed as if he had chosen a page at random, but Medusa understood that this was impossible. For Ainz, such a book was probably something light, like a one-time novel taken for an afternoon break.

Medusa could not restrain her curiosity and looked a little into the book.

White letters were printed on black pages made of an unknown material, which seemed to flicker slightly in the rays of light.

"... a violation of the rule of the divine of the second order, also known as the Baal paradox - gaining access to the fundamental forces of divinity while bypassing deization..." - were the dry lines written by an unknown author - "... although such an action is possible from the point of view of the first order, since despite circumventing the Yonte constant, the equation still remains within the framework of the Root system, in view of the fact that in this case one of those who made an attempt to achieve divine power with his own hands would have to suppress the right of the Eight Pillars in control on the fundamental principles, so such an equation have no other answer for the X, but -4, which is technically impossible, as Fanterisa index indicates that any X, that is not of positive value... "

Medusa strayed away from the book and closed her eyes. She did not understand a word.

Medusa did not consider herself the most intelligent person in the world, the knowledge Medusa possessed was very limited. She could not understand about the most complicated of magic theorems, nor about the rules of quantum physics, but still, she considered herself smart enough to catch at least the general meaning of such a discussion. However, what was written on these pages was above all she could understood by several leagues. She did not understand out of all the paragraph a single word - except for the fact that the discussion in this book was about something unimaginably complex, magical and powerful.

Medusa looked at Ainz - and saw how he calmly browses the page, moving his gaze after the words, after which, having reached the end, turned the page and began to read the next one.

Medusa glanced at Ainz once more.

"Is something wrong?" catching her gaze, the Master suddenly turned to her, making the girl startled a little with surprise.

"No, no," she immediately shook her head, "It's just... This book is too complicated for me to understand."

"I understand," suddenly Ainz smiled at her with a kind smile, and Medusa suddenly thought she was standing in front of an older brother - understanding and kind, who gently pats her head, saying "well, don't be upset," when she tried to solve a complex equation and suddenly could not. Of course, for Ainz, such a book was most likely as simple as two plus two, Cainabel - no matter how much Medusa disliked her - clearly conveyed to the Servants the idea that Ainz, who looked like an ordinary person next to them, was not at all the simple person that it was so easy to consider him as one. However, having looked at it with her own eyes, Medusa could be convinced of how great was the gap between them.

However, Ainz, distracted from the book, did not return to reading it, only looking at the book of Medusa. Medusa suddenly felt a slight shame from the fact that she was reading an adventure fantasy, while Ainz could easily read the most complicated of scientific and magical literature as if he were reading a daily newspaper.

"And what are you reading?" Ainz asked a question suddenly, forcing Medusa to twitch from what was said.

"This is…" - Medusa tried to come to a good answer and could not, - "Lord of the Rings."

"Oh," - Medusa prepared for regret from Ainz, - "It's a great book, I heard."

"Hm?" Medusa suddenly looked up at the magician, "What?"

"This is a good book," Ainz suddenly smiled again. "My friend praised it very much."

Medusa blinked several times, after which she slowly nodded, not expecting such an answer, "Good... I see."

"Hm," Ainz suddenly thought, "This is a story about the hobbits and Gandalf... Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli... Hmm, something like that?"

"Yes," Medusa shook her head. Ainz knew. Ainz really knew.

There was nothing special in itself, just another person who knew the same book that Medusa was reading. But for some reason she was feeling... Strange from this?

Yes, it was a strange feeling, but it was not unpleasant.

"I admit, maybe it would be better for me personally to read it myself," Ainz suddenly put down the book from his lap. Medusa was a little surprised - it was strange to put off something so important for the sake of an ordinary adventure book. But Medusa nevertheless, in a strange way, became pleasant.

"Of course," the girl easily gave her book to Ainz, after which he accepted it calmly.

Medusa smiled a little, at the very corner of her lips, at this fact.

After which she was overtaken by understanding.

There is not a second copy of The Lord of the Rings in the library.

The girl suddenly stopped when Ainz took the voluminous volume from her hands.

"Did something happen?" Ainz looked at the frozen Medusa, a little worried. The anxiety of Ainz for Medusa again became a little strange feeling in her soul.

"Nothing special," the girl tried to brush aside the words of the magician, "It just seems to be the only copy..."

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Ainz apologized immediately and handed the book back to Medusa.

"No, no!" Immediately Medusa shook her head, "I already read it and simply re-read it..."

"And yet I feel a little uncomfortable taking your book from you," Ainz said.

Medusa thought for a second, before she finally decided, "Then, Master... Could I... Take one of your books?"

"Hm?" Ainz looked at the girl with a blank expression and she nodded to herself. Of course, why would he have to... - "Yes, of course."

Ainz nodded, and then reached out to the black hole that had arisen.

"However," Medusa tried to add, "Is it possible to give a book... Which will not be... So difficult to understand?"

Ainz froze for a second, "Oh... It will be quite difficult to find one."

"The fact is, I'm not really good at determining the complexity of the books in my possession ..." Ainz said a little bewildered. Medusa instantly understood what he meant - for him all his books were simple and easy to understand , so he simply could not evaluate them from the point of view of Medusa which books were difficult to understand and which ones were not. It was natural for someone like Ainz.

"Then I hope for your judgment," Medusa bowed.

Ains froze for a second, after which he slowly pulled a book out of the black hole.

This book was not as richly decorated as the previous one - however, it was still a work of art in its own sense. It was a reddish-metal book with wrought-iron wings on its braid — however, its appearance did not made Medusa stand still, but the sheer power exuded by the book.

While the previous book made it clear that it contained incredible knowledge in it- this book was actually full of magic, like the oldest and most magical of the grimoires, which contains spells that are unattainable for magi of the current age. Medusa saw such grimoires only a couple of times in her life. It would not be strange if some Caster kept such a grimoire as his Noble Phantasm.

"Here," Ainz handed the book to Medusa unexpectedly, completely ignoring its rarity and power, "This is… "War and deception," written by Baal. I think it will be easy enough to understand."

Medusa took such an invaluable load in her hands, looked at it, and then at Ainz with disbelief. Under no circumstances was this book equal to a great, but still simple fantasy adventure.

"Master," Medusa blinked, "I... I don't think it's an equal exchange."

"Why?" Ainz looked at the girl. "If you want, I can find a more powerful one..."

"No, no," the girl shook her head. "That's not what I meant. This book... This is a powerful grimoire."

"Not really," Ainz shook his head. "Besides, I have many copies of it, so you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Medusa glanced at the book in her hands, then at Ainz.

"Yes," Ainz nodded.

Medusa slowly looked at the book, and then opened it.

Unfortunately, her happiness, which had begun to emerge, was short-lived. Opening the book, the girl stumbled at the rows of unknown symbols and letters.

"Ah," - Ainz also noticed at this moment, - "Probably it's because this book was written by a demon, hmmm…"

Medusa looked at the book in her hands with even greater incredulity. It was a grimoire written by a demon. Would someone in their right mind agree to share access to such a treasure?

'On the other hand,' Medusa nodded. 'This is Ainz.'

"Here," Ainz suddenly handed something to Medusa. She instantly accepted what was extended to her, after which she glanced at what was offered.

These were glasses.

Very beautiful, with a carved bow made of gold, with clear lenses made of an unknown transparent crystal.

"This thing was used for translation," Ainz said to Medusa, looking at the girl, "Try it."

The girl put on glasses, and then looked at the book.

Suddenly the previously unknown to her symbols suddenly turned into legible letters.

"The authorship of Prince of Deception, Baal, the Seventh Uninheritable Emperor of the Demons of Muspelheim," she read the first page.

Medusa blinked, and then looked at Ainz.

"Thank you," she said, to which Ainz just smiled.

"Okay, in that case, I suppose," Ainz stood up and stretched, taking with him a book handed over by Medusa, "I will probably go."

Medusa could surely have stopped him - and perhaps she should have done it, but the girl was astounded by what had happened, so she made no attempt to stop the magician.

Ainz took a step outside the library and exhaled. He almost got caught several times at once!

At first he came for a book on personnel management - and suddenly he found Medusa there! He barely found the strength to somehow dissuade her, after which he pulled out a random book, which he found among his inventory- and did not understand a word! Some graphs, numbers, and some strange lingos- he did not understand anything written in the book, except that all of it was a couple of orders more complex than his ability to understand. But in the end, Medusa asked him for a book!

There were many items in the form of books in Yggdrasil, but there were few real books. Some people liked to transfer works of art into the game or create their own inside the game, objects describing their adventures or simply keeping a personal diary - but Ainz could not give any of this to Medusa for obvious reasons. In the end, he had to choose a book at random.

There were many book-like items in Yggdrasil, so it was easy to assume that they had really turned into books now, however, for obvious reasons, he did not read any of them! He was forced to randomly draw one - taking a low-level grimoire, which in the game simply kept several spells for use - and these spells were not even special or high-leveled - and almost failed when he suddenly found out that the book was written in the language of demons! It's good that Ainz's inventory still contained a quest item that was needed in the game for one of the long quest-chains for deciphering ciphers. It was just a miracle that Ainz managed to keep it at all.

In the end, Ainz, however, still exhaled. He did not accomplish what he wanted, but his intention was not mistaken anywhere - this in itself was not so bad.

Ainz sighed and patted his back. Well done, well done, he did everything right!

The most important thing was that his random actions to not have some great and unimaginable effects.

Back in her room Medusa continued to read, swallowing page after page.

"... this was the most difficult." - through the pages Medusa literally heard the narrator's voice, a little smug and slightly condescending - however, she probably did, given that it was a demonic grimoire - "Only two sides participated in that war - and this was unpleasant since both sides were equal. The positional war between the two sides can last long, but never endlessly. At some point, one of the parties will not be able to withstand the pressure and attack with their full force - after which the result, whatever it may be, will become clear. After the war, gaining profit will become impossible - so my decision was very clear. It was necessary to find a third party to the conflict, opposing both the fighting... "

Medusa read page after page.

There was a knock on the door, but Medusa was carried away.

"Three sides, each of which is irreconcilable with the other two, are much more stable. So far, each side is afraid not only of its opponent, but of the fact that in the event of its victory, it will remain face to face with another enemy, easily surpassing them after all the losses caused to them in battle. In such a condition, not a single side will take decisive action. "

Someone knocked on the door again, this time much stronger and more insistently.

Medusa paid no attention to this, turning the page.

"However, a logical question arises - how to get a third party to enter into the conflict?" - the narrator clearly enjoyed his superiority and intelligence, talking about his plans - "There is a simple and boring option - gold, power, promises - all those things for which both rulers and common people are greedy for. However, although this method is effective - it is still old and liberally used, and therefore well studied and detected. Much more promising is the case is the variant, when from the very beginning..."

This time the door to the room opened wide open, after which Olga-Marie took a step inside.

"I understand that you like your privacy, but not opening the door when the chief of Chaldea was knocking on it?" Olga-Maria was annoyed above her usual norm, "Did the notion of politeness and respect for superiors finally disappeared in this world?!"

Medusa, finally realizing what happened, looked up from the book, glancing at Olga-Marie.

She imagined to herself the chief a little differently. Perhaps a little taller, and without a tied ponytail of white hair, descending at the middle of the shoulder blades.

Olga-Marie looked into the eyes of Medusa. and she looked back into the eyes of Olga-Marie.

And blinked from incredulity.

Then she turned away and rushed away, "Chief!"

"No need to scream," Olga-Marie frowned defiantly, "I didn't come here for that."

"Chief!" Medusa squinted with all her might. "Are you alive?!"

"Contrary to the efforts of Lev and my subordinates - yes," Olga-Marie snorted in an utterly inelegant tone.

"But... How?" The Medusa did not open her eyes. She looked with her damned eyes at Olga-Marie, straight in her eyes - and she remained alive! How was that possible?!

"Medusa, I understand that you are a Servant of Ainz and so on, but not looking at me while I am talking to you is already too much," Olga-Marie sighed.

Medusa fell silent for a second, then slowly opened her eyes.

First, she looked at the floor, then at Olga-Marie's shoes, after which she walked up the trousers before looking into Olga-Marie's eyes, which is looking at her carefully and a little misunderstood.

"I admit, the girls have not yet studied me with such intensity," Olga-Marie frowned, "And I am not that happy with such news."

"Chief... Why are you... Alive?" Medusa stared blankly at Olga-Marie.

"Because I still can't afford the luxury to just lie here and die," the chief sighed, returning to her usual image, "And by the way, what are the glasses on your eyes?"

"The Glasses!" - it suddenly dawned on Medusa. Of course, the glasses! The one that Ainz gave her!

As if by magic, as if summoned by her thoughts, the magician's foot stepped into the threshold of her room.

"Hm, Medusa," Ainz looked at Rider, who looked at the magician in confusion, "Ah, chief you are here."

"Ainz?" Olga-Marie looked at the magician with as much confusion as Medusa, "Do you have any business with Medusa?"

"Not really," Ainz said embarrassed, "I just wanted to know if she liked the book."

Medusa blinked in confusion.

"And the glasses suit you," Ainz suddenly said, finally knocking the earth out from under the feet of Medusa.

"Master," the girl said, confusedly, looking at the magician, "Glasses..."

"What is it?" Ainz looked at the girl with concern? "Is something wrong?

"My gaze doesn't work because of them," Medusa said quietly.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" - Ainz suddenly bowed low, apologizing, "Indeed, this is a magical item that blocks the wearer's special abilities associated with their eyes. I should have told you about this before."

"My eyes... It does not work," Medusa, not completely believing what was happening, said again, "It's just... It doesn't work."

"Yes," Ainz sighed. "I'm sorry, that is an unfortunate side effect."

Medusa glanced at the magician. For a long time, she looked at the magician, because of which Ainz suddenly feeling uncomfortable, fidgeted in place.

"You know, I have other glasses who don't block abilities," Ainz said.

"Don't," Medusa objected quietly, "I... I like these."

"Sure?" Ainz looked at the girl. Strange, in fact she lost one of her strongest abilities, but still did not want to discard it. It was very strange, - "Ahem, well... In truth, I had no use for them anyway…"

"Then consider it a gift," Medusa finally lost her balance.

"What?" The girl looked at Ainz, completely ceasing to pay attention to Olga-Marie.

"If you like them, then I think it can be considered a gift," Ainz was still able to get the book he needed from the library a little later and now checked the advice from it, the one that concerns the distribution of gifts in case of a subordinate successfully executing a major contract - or, in this case, the defeated Singularity.

Medusa blinked once, then a second and third time.

Suddenly a tear fell on her bed.

"Oh," Ainz said nothing. He did not expect such a reaction to his words. He should have checked whether the book said something like this about the reaction to the gifts, "I... I should probably leave."

"Yeah, me too." The chief also instantly disappeared from the room, closing the door behind herself and Ainz.

The Medusa was left alone.

Her whole life... Her whole curse... Her whole existence she suffered from her damned eyes...

And so, in one wave of his hand, her Master, Ainz Ooal Gown, decided everything.

She never received gifts. She never thought that someone would suddenly take in one action - and solve all her problems.

And that was exactly what happened.

The second and third drops fell from her eyes and the girl slowly, with trembling hands, took off her glasses.

Beautiful, carved... Priceless.

Medusa felt tears fall from her eyes.

Just like that, in one action- and everything was over.

Medusa tried to stop crying - but instead, she suddenly felt tears block her eyes completely.

These were the most pleasant tears in her life.

Name: Medusa Gorgon

Race: Heteromorphic

Title: Shapeless Island Monster

Occupation: Servant of Ainz Ooal Gown

Residence: Chaldea, the main library in the residential wing

Karma: +150 (Neutral Good ~ Good)

Racial Level: Medusa (3)

Gorgon (1)

Class Level: Rider (15)

Rogue (5)

Assassin (5)

Monster (5)

Beast Tamer (5)

Others (15)

Total: 4 Racial Levels + 50 Class Levels = 54 General Levels

HP: 20

Mana: 60

Physical Attack: 60

Physical Defence: 0

Agility: 80

Magic Attack: 0

Magic Defense: 60

Resistance: 10

Special Abilities: 90

Ability: Bellerophon

Level: 90

Very strong summoning ability. Summons a special summon named Pegasus, Bellerophon, fighting on the side of the summoner. The summoning is not very long lived, but the summoned creature in itself is very strong, has good physical characteristics, speed and strength and has the ability, an advanced "Charge"-like move, moreover, it can act as a mount for the summoner.

Player Comments:

- Okay, a Summoner with a Gorgon-based rogue class. Awesome! I applaud while standing!

- I can understand high dexterity, attack and even the hell with it, special abilities with a complete lack of HP and defense, but a summoning? That beats me.

- The summon is beautiful. This is the only plus in this build.