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Not that there were no strong zombies in Yggdrasil - especially if you count as "zombie" not only mobs, which had some variants of the "zombie" race like "zombie swordsman" or "zombie archer", but also representatives of more powerful races that are "evolutions", such as "dullahans" or "unborn" - and even more so players - however, usually zombies were minor opponents, being below the twentieth level. For someone like a Servant, they were hardly a threat.

But seventy thousand is seventy thousand.

Each player, NPC or mob in Yggdrasil received their own list of many different abilities, and when a player they got to the one hundredth level, abilities like "High Tier Physical Immunity" were practically obligatory - so it doesn't matter how many hundreds or thousands of low-level enemies - if anyone could meet such a large army in the open spaces of the game - would attack him, he could, if he wanted to, continue to walk in such an environment, with opponents unsuccessfully attacking him until he gets bored of it - so, because of that, for Ainz, there was no danger of meeting even seventy thousand opponents — even if they attacked him together. However, for the Servants, the situation was completely different. Although Endurance - or HP - of Servants could be close to or even exceed that of a high-level player, abilities that completely blocked damage below a certain level were extremely rare and could claim the place of a high-ranking Noble Phantasm, which only a few, the most famous heroes, possessed, such as Achilles or Siegfried. Also, due to not possessing the "Physical Defence" parameter except from the wearable equipment, the overwhelming majority of Servants still suffered damage even from low-level opponents - if they, of course, had a little bit of magic inside them.

Jeanne could notice ten zombies, could defeat a hundred and, if she was called in her full strength, may be able destroy even a thousand. But not seventy times more.

"Bad" - Ainz concluded, when the eyes of hundreds and thousands of the undead rushed at Jeanne, it was necessary only to appear on the doorstep of the destroyed city. Credit where credit is due, the girl was not taken aback - she held her flag-weapon like a spear, and rushed forward, not paying attention to the fact that her opponents were the living dead. While she was once a simple peasant girl — in her life, she saw the blood, the battles, and the enemy — and that is why she could not lose herself at the sight of the dead who had risen from the graves, attacking her. However, in the current situation, simple decisiveness was not enough - the dead rushed forward at Jeanne like a stream, and Ainz himself could feel with his abilities that the entire city, which was literally full of living dead people, was now heading towards Jeanne - and the other Servants.

"If we were in the game, I would have scolded the girl for the fact that she aggro'd so many opponents at once." - Ainz shook his head - "But, unfortunately, this is not a game - and therefore scolding the girl will need to wait. I don't think she will accept my lamentations if she dies under a crowd of zombies. "

Zombies rushed at Jeanne - but she also, without stopping, rushed into the thick of the dead - wielding a banner like a spear, the girl quickly began to reduce the number of attackers - but Ainz understood that such success was a temporary phenomenon.

"Master?" - Arthuria's voice in his head made Ainz wince - "Should we help her?"

On the one hand, for Ainz himself it was not a problem to destroy seventy thousand opponents relying solely on his "High Tier Physical Immunity" - or some spells. The fact that they had just fallen into a similar situation and battle, and that they could have easily prevented the situation if Jeanne only listened to him, when he sensed zombies in the city. This made the magi sigh and go silent for a couple of seconds.

"Master?" - after waiting a few seconds, Arthuria again turned to Ainz for her connection.

Ainz sighed again, then nodded to himself - "Okay."

In any case, the battle with an army of many thousands of the dead is not so difficult, and Jeanne is irreplaceable at the moment, because of that, there was no real choice about whether Ainz should help the girl or not, so he contacted all Servants at the same time - "Help Jeanne, but do not be overzealous in this. As soon as you feel that you start to get tired or the pressure on you becomes excessive, retreat."

Waiting for the agreement of all his Servants, Ainz watched as they instantly rushed to the girl and sighed.

"The best way to destroy the undead is fire," Ainz said "Although, if they are so weak, then is there a difference what should be used against them?"

Thinking about this, Ainz shook his head - "No, it is possible that among the zombies there could be someone stronger ..."

Ainz sighed again, then stretched out his hand - "Well, then... Napalm"

A huge column of fire instantly swelled up at the spot indicated by the magi, devouring the dead like a hungry beast. The yellow-orange flame appeared as if from nowhere, and then ascended upward as if suddenly a volcano opened up under the feet of the advancing zombies, turning their bodies into red-hot steam. The huge fiery geyser instantly reached several tens of meters in height and expanded in width so that it could absorb the entire fortress central tower and instantly turn it into a hot gas with many thousands of degrees of heat. But even so, given that the brainless zombies were piling on a heap, pushing and trampling on each other, with just one spell Ainz destroyed several hundred zombies at once, like a punitive blow of God that struck the crowd.

The air was filled with the smell of burning meat and even brainless zombies howled, feeling the flesh of those who were unlucky to not die from the spell immediately, stick to the bones.

"Kha-kha!" Cu Chulainn loudly coughed, covering his mouth, - "Kha!"

The incinerated particles of the dead rose into the air like a translucent cloud. If the spell continued, it would surely disperse this fog, but instead the firestorm disappeared just as instantly as it appeared, leaving behind only a stone dripping like a hot wax and a huge bald patch in the army of the dead.

"Not overzealous, ha!" smiled Cu Chulainn, drawing a rune in the air with his finger, - "And the Master himself, apparently, is not going to follow his advice!"

Arthuria ignored what he had said, drawing her blade - however, she wasn't the only one moving toward the crowd of zombies at the moment, Hassan, who was advancing next to her, answered the man instead, - "We cannot know for sure. Perhaps for him such a spell is included in the notion of "not overzealous.""

"It would be cool," Cu Chulainn grinned at this, "But it is unlikely. Was it ... Tier B? No, even higher."

"I don't have enough data to answer you or object," Hassan just shook his head at that, forcing Cu Chulainn to look back.

"You speak like a robot," Cu Chulainn lazily remarked while casting a new spell at the enemy.

Arthuria shook her head slightly, after which she the two Servants talking with each other, without hearing an answer, and then she plunged her sword into a zombie, without stopping to warn Jeanne, who was standing in front of her.

"What?" - Jeanne was distracted by Arthuria's blade striking from behind her, which made the king of knights shake her head disapprovingly, because the Holy One got distracted from her opponent - "Arthuria?"

"Don't be distracted," the swordswoman remarked briefly, before she beheaded two of dead with one blow. Fortunately, Jeanne did not reject the help, nor did she commit other stupid acts and proceeded to destroy the dead after nodding to Arthuria.

"And your Master..." the girl turned to Arthuria, as soon as she cleared a bit of space around her.

Instantly, another huge column of fire sprang up in the center of the approaching zombies, engulfing a hundred of the attacking opponents.

"He doesn't sit behind our backs," Arthuria said, looking at the falling column, and then she rushed to the next enemy.

The dead resisted desperately, rolling wave after wave - after some time Archer stopped aiming at their heads, while both Assassins moved from lonely isolated opponents to careless attacks on enemies. Caster felt for the first time in a long time how his mana had an end, Arthuria stopped using her Manaburst and even Medusa was breathing heavily. Although two Servants suffered the most. Mashu was covered with a shallow scratch almost from head to toe, because of which blood flowed along her body in paths, mixing with sweat, while Jeanne managed to stay on her feet solely because she had her weapon to lean on. The only one who continued to stand on his feet as if nothing had happened was Ainz. Even more - while all the Servants had exhausted themselves, Ainz looked as if he had just finished doing an easy and enjoyable job. Looking at him, Mashu could not understand - how did he do it? She herself didn't understand magic, but judging by what Cu Chulainn said— and she could believe what he said — senpai had just used powerful magic comparable to that of the Age of the Gods — not one and not ten times - and any mage would have broken after that, even a Servant would be depleted, trying to catch his breath - like what Caster was doing now, despite the fact that he used spells far less impressive than senpai - while Ainz was discussing something with Jeanne.

"Of course, the title of the Divine Spirit is not just for show," she shook her head, but nearly fell at a time when she jerked too hard, barely having time to grab her shield.

Senpai continued to talk with Jeanne, but Mashu saw how with each word the Holy One became more and more sad and her shoulders went down - although it was difficult to say exactly why this was happening - because of regret or exhaustion.

Of course, observing this did not make Mashu happy - she simply could not like the look of how someone who had repented of her wrongdoing received this punishment. Especially unpleasant memories of reprimands from the chief, who loved to thrash everyone for each fictional sin committed by an employee, made Mashu wince. However, memories of the short conversation with Serenity a little earlier forced the girl to look at the situation a little differently.

"If senpai would stop talking with Jeanne..." - the girl thought, but immediately catching herself at this unworthy thought, she stopped her train of thought - "No, no, what I think! Talking with Serenity is definitely bad for me!"

After negotiating with the girl about something and leaving her obviously upset and barely crying, Ainz returned, after greeting the Servant with a completely inappropriate phrase, "Good news, everyone. All the attackers were destroyed, and the remaining zombies are too far to pay attention to us now."

"Remaining?" - Cu Chulainn raised his head, - "What do you mean?"

"He is right," - Archer, also reluctantly looked up from the wall said, - "Within a few kilometers there are still many zombies."

"Forty thousand, to be more precise," senpai said it so calmly, as if it were a trivial problem, but Mashu felt how her heart fell all the way into her heels. Forty thousand?!

"You gotta be kidding me!" - Cu Chulainn muttered, seemingly to himself, but loud enough so that everyone around him could hear and, with some regret, Mashu was forced to agree with what was said.

Forty thousand?! How many were there in this city at all?!

"We destroyed about thirty thousand," as if reading her thoughts, senpai spoke out loud, "Of course, theoretically we could try to destroy the remnants, but it would take the last remnants of energy from all those present. You would also have to use Noble Phantasms.

"Noble Phantasm on a bunch of undead?" - Cu Chulainn was, as usual, the loudest in the objection to what was said, however, Mashu herself could swear that all those present adhered to such thoughts.

"The poison does not affect the dead. Problematic," shielder heard from Serenity, who was standing nearby, and then turned her eyes to Ainz, expecting to hear from her senpai another answer to this problem. Such an answer was what followed.

"I can use a spell that hides you from the sight of the zombies," Ainz said this calmly, after which he turned his gaze to all those present and finally stopped it at Jeanne, who eventually approached the Servants, still keeping her head down - "However, this spell will subside if you attack. So you have to refrain from doing so - and put up with the being near zombies."

Despite the fact that Mashu, like the rest of the Servants, instantly nodded to Ainz as a sign of their consent - he especially focused his attention on the girl who was standing next to him - on Jeanne - to which she, slightly wrinkled and finally cringing, quietly murmured, "Yes, I understand."

After waiting a little more until the Holy One said so while not averting her gaze, Ainz sighed and nodded, "Good. At least you understood me."

After stretching his hand forward after these words, Ainz muttered something under his breath and Mashu felt the wave of magic touching her. In contrast to Ainz's usual magic or his presence, this spell did not give up the usual smell of death or power, but for a moment Mashu felt as if all feelings had been torn out of her and her mind was covered in ice. For a second, the world seemed completely insensitive and senseless to the girl - but after a moment, this feeling disappeared, leaving the girl only a pulling feeling of the absence of something important and significant.

"This spell can hold on as long as I support it, until it is dispelled or until you provoke the undead," Ainz looked perfectly calm, "But I still do not advise you to move too far away from me."

Everyone present nodded again, and after examining the Servant, Ainz nodded to himself, "Good. There is still a lot of undead ahead, but in your current condition it is imperative to find a place to rest and possibly stay night in. Stay behind me."

When the undead appeared in front of the girl's eyes once again, Jeanne squeezed her tired hands and caught the standard more comfortably, but after a second, remembering Ainz moving beside her, relaxed her grip a little, continuing to examine the undead with a close look.

As Ainz said earlier - even when Jeanne approached the zombies and they were able to see - or otherwise feel - her, none of them paid attention to her actions or movements. However, even so, looking at how calmly her new ally approaches the crowds of the living dead, the girl felt uneasy. Looking at the moving magi, she could not understand exactly how she should have responded to his actions and what exactly she should have done herself. Nonetheless, she still uncertainly moved after him.

As she approached the corpses, her body became more and more constrained — all her instincts as a warrior — even if they were insignificant — literally shouted to her that she had to grab her weapon and attack moving opponents before they did the same to her - but she continued to restrain herself and slowly walk towards the walking column of the dead.

Ainz, who was leading the way, eventually, having entered the general stream, just started to go forward, completely ignoring how mangled corpses of soldiers and ordinary citizens continued to walk around him, as if he were moving in an ordinary urban crowd. Jeanne felt uncomfortable with such a reaction, but she nevertheless followed after Ainz, trying to keep as far away as possible from the creatures walking next to her. Ainz, however, was not at all disturbed by such a picture, as if for him the sight of hundreds of dead people, slowly and purposelessly wandering around the city, was familiar, like the sight of a busy urban crowd.

Ainz deftly tacked on from one to the other, avoiding a collision — however, this could not continue indefinitely and, bypassing another group of zombies, the mage unexpectedly crashed into a dead man. Jeanne prepared her weapon, expecting the worse- however, instead of any reaction, Ainz only stopped for a second, after which he picked up the zombie and, as if it were a mannequin, threw him away from himself, creating a little distance between them, to which the zombie did not react at all. After that he just moved away, continuing to hover on the pavement.

Observing this, Jeanne finally realized that she should not be so fearful and was able to move a little more freely after the mage. However, that didn't help her ignore the very feeling of the dead around her. All she had to do was to stumble upon a particularly ugly dead man who lacked a part of the head to have a bad day. but now, having calmed down a little, she was able to start watching her steps, but also the creatures around her.

Although the zombies could not hear and did not react at all to the sounds - none of the Servants had any conversations, continuing to make their way through the crowds of the dead. Although it was possible that movement using flight would be a faster way to travel, for some reason Ainz did not use this ability, which is why all the forward Servants periodically lost sight of each other, remaining one on one with a crowd of brainless creatures.

Jeanne continued to march forward, feeling, even without the touch of the dead, a cold grip tightened on her heart. Her gaze slid over the bodies of hundreds of dead and disfigured soldiers of France, who still wore pierced armor and carried fragments of swords in their hands — and completely ordinary people, men, women, dressed in shirts or dresses. Some of them looked like living - if it were not for glazed black eyes and white-gray skin with translucent blue veins - a particular zombie was so disfigured that it was impossible to even imagine why the it's body still continued to move.

A man caught the Jeanne's eye - he had a part of his head that was torn apart by the claws of another wyvern, and his left hand continued to hang limply on the not completely torn tendon.

"This is after all..." - Jeanne wanted to look away from the zombies, but could not do it, - "This is because... Of me? That me, the revived Jeanne..."

The zombie, who was clearly not disturbed by his condition, slowly continued to move forward - however, behind her, the girl saw another one. A boy who was barely at the age to become a squire - he had clearly only entered the second decade of his life, he was not even thirteen years old. However, Jeanne was able to see that his armor was still torn to pieces on his chest, which he put on himself before his death. Most likely, when there was a raid on the city, he was one of those who tried to slip on the battlefield - but the miracle did not happen. The huge, not bleeding hole in his chest seemed to be a sad reminder of the fate of everyone who would have decided to resist the will of the Dragon Witch.

"Please..." - Jeanne shut her eyes - "Stop it."

Walking among the mob of the dead was for Jeanne like a humiliating walk through the city with an unmerciful inquisitor. It was as if someone decided to hold her through the crowd of the dead, continuing to pronounce in her head "See? See? And only you are to blame! "

Jeanne did not think that Ainz specifically led her through this city in order to show her everything that "she" had done - the other "she" - but continuing to move through the crowds of undead Jeanne could not get rid of the thought that this movement through the ranks the death toll was her punishment — a punishment for the evil that lay within her, which could wake up and bring death to the lands that she had once vowed to protect.

"Who can be so evil as to do this to people?" - Jeanne squeezed her eyes, stumbled upon another soulless body of a dead child, wandering forward - "Who can be so heartless and merciless?"

The girl knew about war. She fought. She killed.

Not all those whom she killed during her life were unworthy - her hands ended the life of not only one or two glorious soldiers, who were guilty only of the fact that they fought on the other side. Her flag inspired the nobility in the sons of France - but the inspired soldiers carried with them only the continuation of the war - death, pain and destruction.

But this?

Not a single child, not a single surrendered soldier, not a single civilian was injured by her hand nor by the hand of her soldiers.

"But..." - the girl's mind responded with pain at this thought, but before she could find the cause of this pain, she decided it was better to stop that train of thoughts…

Or is she wrong?

Saint of Orlean. Holy Virgin of France. Big titles for one little girl that heard the voice of God and picked up the flag of France to inspire people to win.

While she was fighting on the front lines, behind her back, aristocrats and greedy generals used her appearance as a symbol, covering all their unworthy deeds with her name. Mad men did unthinkable things with her name on their lips, and the british soldiers prayed to avoid fighting her.

Was she guilty of that?

When on the last day she was carried to execution — she saw no reason for her death other than the British conspiracy — and prayed only that the Lord would accept her soul. But only now, looking at her past, looking into the eyes of the slowly wandering soldiers that she had killed - she wondered. Could she really be guilty of what she was burned at the stake for? So much death and so much chaos she brought...

At one time she fought for the good of France - without retreating or giving in, for the sake of the Lord and for the sake of all people. She saw only her own noble victories and a march on the occupied lands of her homeland - and never saw what was happening in the "liberated" lands that the dominion of the English crown had long recognized. But now, walking through the ruined city, looking at chaos, destruction, death - she wondered. What if she and this Jeanne were not so different?

Did the resurrected Jeanne hear the same voice of God as she herself had once? Did she only see her victorious march through the lands of the enemy? Did she consider herself a symbol of a noble war?

Thoughts about this made Jeanne lower her head, continuing to slowly walk forward. If it were not for her bright appearance, then she could have easily been confused for another zombie who was aimlessly moving forward. Her face expressed nothing, and light in her eyes that was once warm seemed to slowly fade away — and if it hadn't been for someone's hand that grabbed her suddenly by the shoulder and unceremoniously pulled her — she would probably continue to slowly walk in this crowd.

"What?" - turned the girl to look at who decided to pull her out of the stream of zombies - and found there the disgruntled face of a young guy in a red cloak, that continued to squeeze her clothes, - "Archer?"

"Look where you're going," he grunted, displeased, then turned and walked away.

Jeanne blinked several times, looking at the back of the retreating guy, before realizing that she was lost and had no idea where they needed to go now.

"Hold on!" - she rushed after the guy, but he, instead of stopping, continued to move forward. To his credit, it is worth saying that he slowed down a little, so that Jeanne was able to catch up with him after a while - "Thank you."

"No reason for that," he replied indifferently, without turning, and then proceeded to go forward, accelerating slightly, in order to get rid of Jeanne.

Jeanne, not wanting to be left alone with her thoughts, however, also accelerated when she reached the guy - however, she couldn't think of anything to start a dialogue, which is why the silence spreads between the two. The fact that during this silence Jeanne continued to look at Archer while keeping up with his pace only added to the embarrassment of this silence.

Jeanne was desperately looking for an opportunity to start a conversation with someone, so noticing the fact that they had been moving along an almost empty street for some time, the girl tried to start a dialogue - "There are fewer zombies around."

"Yeah," Archer muttered, not intending to keep up the dialogue.

"Do you know where we are going now?" - she tried again.

"No clue," Archer replied shortly again, but noting that Jeanne, after these words, immediately began to look for a new opportunity to continue the dialogue, he nevertheless had to explain himself in more detail, "The master said that he discovered something strange in that direction we are going there now. Then we will stay for the night."

"Uh-huh," the girl nodded and blinked several times, then looked around, trying to find any other topic of conversation. Archer, noticing this, exhaled irritably.

"Just accept it," he finally said, forcing Jeanne to look at him uncomprehendingly.

"What are you talking about?" - the girl looked at Archer uncomprehendingly, but he just waved away with irritation.

"About this," Archer waved aside, where a crowd of zombies had recently been, "Everything is written on your face."

"Huh?" - the girl suddenly felt uncomfortable with the fact that her personal experience was suddenly on the surface.

"Just accept it," Archer repeated as a result, and only then he finally deigned to look at Jeanne, "Shit happens. Take it and live on."

"What?" - the girl didn't know what she should do - to deny what was said, to take advice or try to calm her sense of shame that had flared up after someone so sharply and unceremoniously invaded her feelings. In the end, having come to the conclusion that she wanted none of this at the moment, the girl continued the conversation, - "But how?! How?! How can someone do such horrible things ?! How can someone kill their own people ?! How can this someone be…"

"How can this someone be me?" Archer finished the thought of the girl, after which, looking at how Jeanne finally was hurt by his comment, Archer sighed, - "Here is the wisdom of life. Shit happens and do not bother with it."

However, Jeanne, who was waiting for a supporting comment from her friend, just looked at him blankly - and offended.

"What did you want to hear from me?" - Archer just looked at her uncomprehendingly at this girl, - "Each person has his own dark side, something that we don't want to see even in ourselves. But sometimes this dark side comes to light. Sometimes it wins. And sometimes it does different shit that might make us feel sorry. But it does. And nothing can be done about it."

Jeanne blinked a few more times, trying to make sense of what Archer said to her - however no matter how she tried, she didn't see in his words wisdom or support, but only a tired truth.

"But why?" - could not realize the girl said.

"Because this is life — and life is not a fairy tale," Archer shrugged again and glanced attentively at Jeanne — although this time his gaze was not mocking, not tired or angry — but sad, as if he were an adult that was looking at a child who had just encountered his first real problem, and worried, realizing how much pain the child still had to come to know, - "Believe me. I know how it feels, to meet the worst in yourself. This story does not have the most pleasant ending."

After saying this, Archer moved forward, leaving Ruler alone.

And although Jeanne wanted to hear words of encouragement or some kind of wisdom - in the end, she was left alone - feeling more helpless and weaker than ever.

Ainz, having reached on the main square, stopped, finding with his eyes what he felt long ago.

"As I thought..." - Ainz shook his head - "This is a cluster of zombies"

What he found was not a particularly rare sight - especially in this city. It was a cluster of zombies crowded around several pillars in the form of huge groups. This was the main reason why the zombies around the square almost completely disappeared - they gathered in this place in several large groups, around several tall pillars. However, the interesting thing was not that the zombies gathered in several large groups, but what made them do that.

At the top of each of the poles were cages. Ordinary, although large, iron cages were attached on huge chains to their posts, because of which they continued to dangle at a height of five to seven meters above the crowd of zombies, who were stretching their arms towards them - but most important was what was in these cages.

"Living" - Ainz nodded to himself. There were people in the cages. Exhausted, hungry, they were so beaten that they were more like undead themselves than people - but they were definitely alive. And it was the crowd of undead who had gathered under them that was a confirmation of this fact.

"The people in the cages are still alive!" - Ainz heard the voice of Mashu, who appeared behind him, "We have to help them!"

Ainz did not disagree, he also believed that they should collect the information that these people probably had, therefore, putting his hand forward - he uttered a spell that instantly made the groups of zombies gathered under the cages stop trying to grab the cage to get to the living, and begin to slowly disperse.

Mashu rushed forward to get the people out of the cages, but Ainz himself was more interested in something else.

"Master," Hassan's whisper rang out above Ainz's ear, forcing him to look at the Assassin in his black robe, "The cages are full of dead men."

It really was so - the cages in which there were now only a few living people were really full of corpses - exhausted and drained people who died a little earlier.

In other words…

Those people that Mashu rushed to get out of the cages were not the first people to fall into these cages. And if they were not the first, it meant that they were not the last. So someone continued to throw people into these cages. So someone continued to visit this place.

"Take Serenity and walk through the city in stealth," Ainz whispered quietly to Hassan in response, "Judging by the fact that these people should have died soon, a new appearance of the owner of the cells should happen soon."

Hassan just nodded at that, after which he instantly disappeared into his invisible form.

Ainz, looking at how Mashu carefully began to get the first person out of the cage, just shook his head. This city reminded him too much of Yggdrasil - especially of some of its locations related to the undead, so that all just could not end well.

"Master," he heard Archer's words, as if to confirm his thoughts, "Wyverns are approaching us."

"Wyverns?" - on this Ainz sighed. The killed wyvern in the camp never left a data crystal behind it, and the heap of undead turned into only a handful of fragments - "Archer, I am not interested in them, just snipe them"

"Master," instead of nodding intelligently, Archer just glanced at Ainz carefully, "But there are many of them."

"How many?" - Ainz suddenly felt his stomach ache from a bad feeling.

To this, Archer, having fully confirmed Ainz's fears, sighed, "More than a thousand."

Charisma: A ++ (C)

Despite the fact that this rank is suitable for those who are leaders, Ainz himself is a notable exception to this rule.

At this rank, there is practically no person or group of people with whom Ainz will not be able to find a common language or in which he will not be able to seize power. Whether it is companionship, army command, government, or any other form of control, Ainz's influence is more like a permanent mental ability that slowly suppresses any mind to a certain level, where even an enemy who swore eternal vengeance once recognized him as his true king.

In other words - starting his way as a king - even commanding the whole world once will be possible at this level of charisma. Deification and the emergence of religion is also absolutely mandatory - anyone who looks at the true face of Ainz would consider him a god. However, even those who have personally seen the gods - and even the gods themselves - may consider him something more important in this case.

A Supreme Being.

A unique circumstance in this case, however, is the fact that Ainz is not a commander, nor a leader. He is not aware of this ability, nor does he seek to exercise his skills and, in the end, he has too low an opinion about his abilities in order to fully use this skill, suppressing it for, in fact, as many as three ranks, which is why when he tries to command an army or state, his rank will be equal only to rank C - which makes him an excellent commander and friend, but not sufficient to become really outstanding and adored hero. However, paradoxically, it requires him to be distracted and give way to his personality as a Servant in order for his rank to increase to the level that can cause religious ecstasy.

This skill is especially dangerous during prolonged contact with Ainz, since with prolonged contact Ainz will gradually weaken control over his personality - turning his beautiful, kind and faithful, but simple character into the divine Ainz Ooal Gown, the Greatest Of Forty One Supreme Beings.