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- This was experience—the “weapon” Ainz thought would give him the greatest advantage in his fight against Shalltear.
- This’ll be hard to dodge, Shalltear judged calmly, focusing on the tip of the sword thrust toward her at a godly speed. But a lunge was a dangerous move. If she could use that weakness, it might be possible to get a big chance. Then...there’s nothing I can do but...
- Having resigned to sacrificing her left hand, she maneuvered it into the path of the oncoming thrust. The moment the katana stabbed her, she gently moved her hand in order to skillfully di-vert the piercing force. The sword that penetrated not her chest but her left hand kept its momentum and ripped through flesh and bone to bore farther into her arm. That and its lightning struck her from the inside.
- Even for an undead, the feeling of being bored into like that was horrifying, but she pressed her lips together—into a smile and definitely not a smile that someone taking damage should make. But she wasn’t faking, either. This was what she’d wanted to happen.
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- Volume 3, Chapter 5.3
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