Ainz - Timer

In order to use his time wisely, Ainz took a bent gold plate out of space. It clung tightly to his wrist when he put it on. On the plate were numbers, and they changed as each second went by.

What this was goes without saying—it was a watch. He put a finger to the plate to fiddle with the numbers.

“Momongaaa! I’m gonna set the time!” The sugary voice of a woman, so young sounding it seemed forced, rang out, filling the area. It was the type of voice that made him want to scowl.

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Volume 3, Chapter 4.2