Ainz - Analyzing Razor Edge

Gazef turned his sword 180 degrees and offered the hilt to Ainz.

“Gazef! Have you lost all interest in winning?”

“Brain! Don’t be rude! The King of Darkness isn’t that sort of person.”

Ainz took the sword and cast a spell. Then he smiled in high spirits.

“This sword’s amazing.” Ainz did what Gazef had done moments ago and offered him the hilt. “Sir Stronoff, how much do you know about that sword’s power?”

“I know everything. This sword is so impossibly sharp, it can cut gold like paper.”

“What a pity. That’s only the first thing it can do.”

“What? What in the world do you mean, King of Darkness?”

“In a word, it’s a sword that can kill me. With that, we meet the basic criteria of having a duel. If I fought against someone who was wielding a weapon that couldn’t even scratch me, it’d be nothing but an execution.

“How rude of me to have lumped you in with the sewer rats who barged into my home…,” Ainz said as he suddenly pulled a dagger out of the air.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he pressed the dazzling blade hard against his face and dragged it across.

But it didn’t seem to hurt him at all.

“These kinds of things enchanted with weak magic can’t hurt me. Incidentally, the amount of dat—mana is the same as that sword you have, Sir Stronoff. But that sword makes all that possible. It ignores all the common sense I know. I wonder, if I win, would you mind if I took it?”

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Volume 9, Chapter 4.4