Ainz - Magic Aura

But as long as Arché was with him, Hekkeran had reason enough to deny that claim. “Arché! Is this guy a caster?”

“No! Definitely not! At least not an arcane caster!”

“Hmm? What is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t sense any magical energy coming from you!”

“Oh, you’re using detection magic? Do excuse me.”

Ainz spread his fingers so that Hekkeran and the others could see them. They were only bones, fitting for an undead. Each one had a ring.

“If I take this ring off, you’ll understand. I lent one to one of my subordinates for a while...” As he spoke, he slipped a ring off his right hand. And then—

“Uwagh!” The sound of someone throwing up. The mostly liquid vomit splattered the floor of the arena and a sour smell wafted through the area.

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“Everybody run!” Arché screamed with tears in the corners of her eyes.

“He’s a monst— Euwaagh!”

As Arché threw up again, unable to hold herself together, the rest of the team realized why she was vomiting.

It wasn’t as if Ainz had done something. Arché was just so scared and tense—she couldn’t withstand his vast magical power.

In other words—

“We can’t win! His power is on another level! The word monster doesn’t even begin to describe him!” Arché sobbed. “No way, no way, no way!”

Arché shook her head back and forth like a crazy person, and Imina hugged her tightly. “Calm down! Roberdyck!”

“I’m on it! Lion’s Heart!”

Arché, recovered from her fear thanks to Roberdyck’s spell, stood with legs as unsteady as a newborn fawn’s and held up her staff.

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Volume 7, Chapter 4.1