Ainz - Switcheroo

Right as she was about to unleash a flashing blow with her lance, she saw something shocking. Ainz let go of the ōdachi, one of the highest-tier magic items there was, without a hint of regret and whipped out one of the wooden sticks stuck in his belt.

“Ha! You fool! You can’t stop my Pipette Lance with that thing! And you abandoned your weapon? You made the wrong move!” It was clever of him to not stubbornly cling to Takemikazuchi Style Eight, but there was no way he could win without it.

With a sneer, she vowed to hit him hard enough to deal more damage than she’d taken to her arm and thrust her Pipette Lance with all her might—only to have it repelled with a clang.

“Huh?” she uttered, dumbfounded.

There was no longer a wooden stick in Ainz’s hands. Instead he was wielding the two kodachi that had repelled the Pipette Lance. One glittered blindingly like the sun, and the other gleamed softly like the moon. Smoke billowed from his hands, and it seemed as though the weapons were rejecting his undead-ness.

“Where’s that hole, Shalltear?”

“Wha—?! How?! Wh-what did you—?” She couldn’t feel the weight of the sword that should have been piercing her arm. It was as if when Ainz readied a new weapon, that one couldn’t exist in the same world and disappeared. Shalltear had a hunch that it had gone back to where it came from.

“There’s no technique. It doesn’t do me any good to have a sword in each hand if I can’t use them right; it’d be smarter to use just one...?” Ainz murmured as if reminded of something, like someone who wasn’t there had been talking to him. “So would you still say that now?”

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“Get away!” She had no room to swing her Pipette Lance, so she kicked him. Although he blocked it with a kodachi, he couldn’t completely kill the force of the blow and was knocked back. Then she saw it. He dropped the kodachi and took a small wooden stick into his hands.

The moment he broke the stick, his hands were covered by giant villainous gauntlets with spikes. They were so big it seemed like his hands might reach the ground even if he was standing.

“Yaaa!” He thrust out his hands along with his roar as he charged.

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Shalltear roared as her eyeballs turned red—the sour grapes of someone who knew what would happen in the next moment. “You bastard! How dare you use Lord Peroroncino’s weapon! So this was your plan all along?! How did you get that bow? Where were you hiding it? You have some skill where you snap a stick in half and it appears?!”

What the hell kind of trick did he use? It was like the world was giving him preferential treatment.

“A magician never gives away his tricks.”

“So you’re saying it’s sleight of hand?! You can’t just summon Lord Peroroncino’s weapon with a magic trick!”

“...Actually, you’re right. It might be disrespectful to him. Well, to answer your question then, I used a cash store item. More importantly, have you figured it out? That I’ve been in control the whole time?” The ball of light had finished charging and he shot it at her.

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Volume 3, Chapter 5.3