Ainz vs. Shalltear 12

The ax in Ainz’s hand disappeared and a pure-white shield appeared. It matched his armor, so it was as if he’d become a holy knight. It repelled the Pipette Lance with a hard sound.

Why did he fortify his defenses now? It must have had something to do with the voice, but Shalltear didn’t know the answer.

His cold voice reached her mixed with the metallic clangs of the single-minded defense to which he’d switched. “It goes without saying: I’m settling this. It means our duel is over.”

Why? Shalltear still had 25 percent of her health remaining. So how is anything settled? She wanted to scream, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.

“...I couldn’t defeat you with a single super-tier spell while you had full health. So then wouldn’t I get you to use up enough of your health so I could defeat you in one move? Oh, and your health went down quite a bit when we were beating on each other just now.”

“...Ah. Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Shalltear lost all semblance of composure and attacked, as if she wouldn’t have to know the defeat that lay ahead if she could stop him from talking.

It was such a flurry of attacks that there wasn’t even a fraction of a second between clangs. It sounded like a hard rain.

But Ainz repelled them all so magnificently it should have been impossible. He continued with the leisure of someone convinced they wouldn’t get wet even standing beneath a huge waterfall. “...My direct combat ability is lower, but...in return my magic
defense is higher. So you know what I’m trying to say, right? Let’s go, Shalltear. All you can do now is pray that my calculations were off!”

“Kuhhhhhhhh!”

There was Shalltear, attacking again and again with the understanding that defeat was imminent. Although her features had grown warped, he could never find her ugly. Facing her, he prepared to make his final gamble.

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Volume 3, Chapter 5.3