Ainz/Albedo - Cold Resistance

The fifth level of the Great Tomb of Nazarick was a freezing cold place designed to be like a glacier. Mountains of pale ice that tricked the eyes into thinking they were glowing from within jutted out of the endless snowy landscape. Flakes of white whirled out of the heavy, overcast sky, toyed with by a capricious wind that picked up a freezing chill whipping past the ice. Frosty trees in the distance were caked with snow and looked like giants concealing themselves from head to toe with pure-white robes.

Ainz’s clothing whipped wildly in the cold, biting wind. Remembering Albedo was with him, he asked her, “Are you cold? You can put on armor if you want. We can spare the time for that.”

Chill attacks had no effect on Ainz, and he would never freeze no matter how cold it got. But that wasn’t the case for Albedo. She certainly wouldn’t take any damage from this level of cold if she was properly equipped, but all she had on at present was her white dress. He’d asked her before they teleported as well, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was enduring it to show how tough she was.

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Volume 3, Chapter 3.2