Demiurge - Compulsion 2

“Lord Ainz. I feel it is disrespectful for a mere human to attempt to speak to you as equals.” Then the man said, “Bow down.”

A chorus of metallic clanks sounded behind Jircniv. He could imagine what had happened without looking. His attendants had probably yielded to the man’s command and bowed down. Perhaps they were desperately trying to stand? He could hear groaning.

They had probably been compelled by a powerful psychic attack.

Without the necklace that Jircniv never took off, he would have been groveling, too.

Countless eyes moved to the emperor, the sole visitor remaining standing. They were the cold eyes of someone observing an animal during an experiment.

“Cut it out, Demiurge.”

“Yes, my lord!” The somewhat frog-like monster, Demiurge, bowed reverently to his master. “You are released.”

With the invisible pressure lifted, Jircniv could hear sighs of relief behind him.

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Volume 9, Chapter 1.3