Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1...

By RussainReversal

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Ainz in the FGO! Will it be a challenge for him? (Spoiler: No). No roflstomp, no hate, no bashing. Just pure... More

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
Chapter 112
Chapter 113
Chapter 114
Chapter 115
Chapter 116
Chapter 118
Chapter 119
Chapter 120
Chapter 121
Chapter 122
Chapter 123
Chapter 124
Chapter 125
Chapter 126
Chapter 127
Chapter 128
Chapter 129
Chapter 130
Chapter 131
Chapter 132
Chapter 133
Chapter 134
Chapter 135
Chapter 136
Chapter 137
Chapter 138
Chapter 139
Chapter 140
Chapter 141
Chapter 142
Chapter 143
Chapter 144
Chapter 145
Chapter 146
Chapter 147
Chapter 148
Chapter 149
Chapter 150
Chapter 151
Chapter 152
Chapter 153
Chapter 154
Chapter 155
Chapter 156
Chapter 157
Chapter 158
Chapter 159
Chapter 160
Chapter 161
Chapter 162
Chapter 163
Chapter 164
Chapter 165
Chapter 166
Chapter 167
Chapter 168
Chapter 169
Chapter 170
Chapter 171
Chapter 172
Chapter 173
Chapter 174
Chapter 175
Chapter 176
Chapter 177
Chapter 178
Chapter 179
Chapter 180
Chapter 181
Chapter 182
Chapter 183
Chapter 184
Chapter 185
Chapter 186
Chapter 187
Chapter 188
Chapter 189
Chapter 190
Chapter 191
Chapter 192
Chapter 193
Chapter 194
Chapter 195
Chapter 196
Chapter 197
Chapter 198
Chapter 199
Chapter 200

Chapter 117

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By RussainReversal


When a person hears the word Assassin, they usually imagine a figure wrapped in a dark cloak, a face hidden under a mask. They imagine an invisible figure wielding hidden weapons, a figure with an anathema for open combat, and a prediliction for covert murder.

Most of the assassins in the real world, on the contrary, avoid that image with a fervor. A hidden assassin is not really that hidden when they look like an assassin after all.

So as it is with the assassins of the Assassin class that could be summoned by a Master in the Holy Grail War. The Servants of Assassination also varied wildly in appeareance and choice of weaponry. Among the Assassin class Servants there were an assortment of Servants, ninjas, magi, heroes and even goddesses.

In other words, the chance that a summoned Servant, even from the Assassin class, would fit the image of a classic assassin was very small.

And yet, Hassan-i-Sabbah, the leader of the Hashshashin, also known as Hassan of the Cursed Arm, fit this image down to a t. Perhaps it is apropos for the codifer of the word itself to be so stereotypical.

Assassin wore a black tattered cloak that hides the features of his body. A bone white mask that hides his features. Small dark daggers, or dirks, many of them hidden in the many varied folds of his long cloak used for assassination or throwing weapons. And, of course, outstanding stealthiness noted by the A rank Presence Concealment among his skills made him an almost perfect illustration of the word 'Assassin' which would be imagined in the minds of ordinary people.

The only thing that strikingly stood out from his image of a cold-blooded murderer, without a shadow of doubt, was his mind.

Of course, there were many debates and preconceptions about what kind of a person a contracted killer could be. A cold genius who is remote from human society, who sees people like cattle. An embittered and petty avenger, distraught with anger. Or an unpredictable maniac, whose goals and motives are as mutilated as his view of the world and reality.

"I hope the Lord Mage will find my reports useful." It was with such thoughts that the terrifying figure of Hassan slipped out of one of the many ventilation hatches dotted around Chaldea, this one leading to his room. As he entered his room in a manner befitting his class, he then headed towards the nearby table where he kept his notes. Inside a hidden compartment of course.

On the large sheet of paper, several lines of writings were written in neat handwriting. A series of numbers and letters written in ciphers that were insignificant for an outside observer without the correct key, which for Hassan himself, however, represented a very clear and simple record.

"The ventilation access above the main reactor room is too unprotected." Hassan neatly noted to himself, and then reached with his only working hand for a regular ballpoint pen to write down his findings. - "The bolts are almost all rusted, and if the enemy has anyone with even a modicum of infiltration capabilities... "

Hassan of the Cursed Arm spent most of his time in Chaldea doing threat assessments.

Although any Servant of Ainz could complain about being left out of the Singularity in Chaldea, and that their downtime was boring, Hassan was not one of them.

Boredom grows out of idleness and idleness is wasted time. Lost time is unrealized opportunities, and unrealized opportunities are mistakes. Idle hands are the devil's playthings after all

Hassan-i-Sabbah was not completely devoid of a certain amount of pride in his merits and in his days as the leader of the Hashshashin, and therefore endeavoured not to make any mistakes.

Of course, Hassan was not a robot - he also needed rest. And if anyone were to ask Hassan, he might with some embarrassment admit that he usually spent perhaps more time than a normal Servant resting.

After all, he could spend four hours a day sleeping, which is incomprehensible to a Servant who does not need sleep at all!

Still, to think that he could now be in meditation for half an hour more than he was able to during his life! And even more, for two full hours a week, he could afford to relax in his arms with a book or even in a conversation with Serenity! He truly is living in indolent luxury.

Hassan shook his head, trying to ward off such embarrassing thoughts from his mind in order to concentrate on his work.

While Hassan did not spend much time on completely unnecessary luxuries, such as rest. An activity which, he himself believed, he spent in vain due to the lack of need for rest and the extreme ease of his current work - Hassan was engaged in useful activities.

While indeed, there was no end to the things that needed to be done in Chaldea. They just suffered a massive reduction in their number of staff after all. There's not a lot of those that a Servant could do. At least not without some esoteric knowledge on how some complex magecrafts works. Barring certain exceptions, a certain white-haired Servant comes to mind, Servants are more suited to the battlefield rather than anything else.

Of course. Servants, legendary figures coming from across time and humanity, do not lack the breadth of skills to be useful to Chaldea in all sorts of ways. It's just that the current roster of Servant the Lord mage possessed are quite lacking in that regard. Perhaps it is caused by Lord Mage's current preoccupation with saving Humanity?

After all, while it is unlikely that he needs them, Lord Mage would definitely want to have more helping hands in handling the Calamities, or Singularities as the Director calls them. Two heads are better than one after all. Frankly speaking, Hassan believed that anyone who spends more than an hour with his Master could easily come to exactly the same conclusion that he comes to in regard to the Lord Mage. That he's an ineffable being.

Still with the resolution of the calamity practically assured, perhaps the Servants should think of what they would do after it?.

Of course, to be honest, Hassan himself was not so sure what exactly would happen after the resolution of the Singularities. And more importantly, what his Master's plans were for the world when it would be brought back from the ashes. Nevertheless, even with that, there were still issues that needed to be taken care of in any case.

That is why Hassan decided to do a survey of the ventilation, security and fire systems of Chaldea. At least enough of so to point out each of the possible ways to destabilize or sabotage them. Which, of course, Hassan did periodically as a matter of course. He then would draw up detailed reports that he would send to Olga-Maria's table with some regular frequency. The boss herself would then begin reading the reports. However, she would usually only respond with a nod with a sage air of an understanding leader and added the need to correct the problems to her list of future affairs.

Hassan was pleased with this result - since, regardless of the outcome, his activities in Chaldea were useful and productive, unlike some other Servants who preferred to spend their time on useless pastimes.

So, nodding to himself after he jotted down his latest findings, Hassan paused for a second, glancing at the list of Chaldea's vulnerabilities he had found, and exhaled as he headed back towards the vent, intending to check any remaining vents he hadn't checked yet.

And just at the moment when Hassan himself was ready to go on the execution of the mission personally entrusted to him by himself, the Assassin's trained ear caught a quiet knock.

Hassan froze.

Although the location of his private room was not a carefully concealed information, virtually no one ever visited his room. In the end, Hassan was not the most social of Servants - and moreover, it was difficult for Hassan even to imagine which of all the people or Servants might need to meet with him in person.

Therefore, for a second, Hassan felt an inkling of interest in the identity of the unknown visitor...

After that, as if deciding that a quiet and polite knock would not help them achieve an audience with the owner of the room, the unknown visitor exhaled - and with a crushing bang the door to Hassan's room was busted open. Only a miracle allowed the door to stay on its hinges. The opened door crashed into the wall, which rudely allowed Hassan to determine the visitor even before he could hear her melodious, but contemptuous voice, - "I spent so much time looking for a rat rummaging through the vents - but, as it turns out, I just needed to look in their room..."

The insult passed Hassan's ears as easily as water bending around a stone, forcing him to calmly look at the unwelcome visitor. "Cainabel"

"The one and only." A second later, in the aisle of Hassan's room, a fluffy dress that fully covered their legs appeared, then long hair falling almost to the very ground. With a flourish and easy grace, Cainabel entered Hassan's room.

As soon as Cainabel found Hassan's gaze, her expression turned into a smile, - "Good afternoon, Hassan. Long time no see."

"Not as long as I would have prefered," Hassan replied calmly, looking at the bloodthirsty vampire.

If someone tried to find common points between Cainabel and Hassan, then the unfortunate person having to interact with both would have spent a lot of time without coming to anything better than 'both Servants have the same Master' or that 'both Servants stayed in Chaldea'.

Hassan's mind could not come up with a possible reason as to why the vampire would search for him, therefore he carefully looked at Cainabel, and asked. - "What do you want?"

"Oh my, how curt." Cainabel snorted, smiling amusedly at the face - or rather, at the mask of Hassan. After a while, she turned her gaze to the modest, mundane table in the corner, on which the records of the state of Chaldea that Hassan was writing rested, - "Are you busy with something?"

"Yes", - Hassan replied succinctly, - "I'm investigating the ventilation systems in Chaldea. To help the Lord Mage."

And although Hassan was definitely not a magus in his past or in his current life, anyone who saw what happened would consider it an act of true magic.

It seemed that for Cainabel, one mention of her Master's name was ten times more dangerous than any True Magic. Cainabel's face turned to express an expression of fright for a second. It seems that she is greatly worried in case her actions could cause any difficulty in carrying out Ainz's plan. It took some time before she could school her expression back to a modicum of normality.

"I see." After another moment, Cainabel's shadow swayed abnormally. In a display of magic, several shadowy creatures like bats flew out of her shadow, seeping through the ventilation grill. "There, my familiars will do it, you should be free now."

Hassan blinked, then nodded. "Okay."

It was easy to assume that Cainabel would try to claim Hassan's achievements for herself, but Hassan was not worried if such a thing were to happen. In the end, if he wanted some preferential treatment or some kind of reward from his Master, he would ask his Master for a task to match the rewards. Hassan would not stoop to do such underhanded deeds behind Ainz's back.

Still, in the end, he was only concerned with completing the task, and not due to expectations of rewards. So, if Cainabel could complete his task for him, moreover, with higher efficiency and speed - Hassan could only nod at that, and then start looking for a new occupation suitable for him.

"So", - Cainabel exhaled after a second and looked at Hassan carefully, - "I need you to find the two Sisters-Gorgons."

Hassan glanced at Cainabel, expecting an explanation. "Hm?"

"After their... 'conflict' with my dearest Master."Cainabel acted the quotation marks with her hands, "They acquired a wonderful, but annoying ability to determine both my location and my desire to meet with them... And use them to great efficacy in avoiding me."

"I don't know how I can help you with this," Hassan answered politely, but coldly.

At Hassan's cold, Cainabel just rolled her eyes, as if annoyed that she would have to explain something stupidly obvious to Hassan, - "You will find them and delay them until the moment I come."

Hassan blinked at the girl's commanding tone. "Technically speaking, I can do it. But I need a reason why I have to follow your instructions and do this."

At these words, Cainabel just glanced lightly at Hassan, - "It is necessary."

Hassan just looked at Cainabel, unconvinced.

Of course, Hassan knows that Cainabel, one amongst a very small group of people who knows his Master's past very intimately, would not be stupid enough to do something that is against Ainz's wishes. She would not have dared to kill Ainz's Servants, even those who fell out of favor with Ainz. Mostly out of fear of possible retaliation rather than for any other reason. But still, she would not commit such a treacherous act. It is unlikely that she would even dare to injure them without the official permission of the Master.

But for the Sisters of Medusa, no physical pressure was required. Although Hassan practically did not maintain contact with the other Servants, with some rare exceptions, it was difficult even for him not to notice the current state of the Gorgon Sisters.

Even a slight emotional and mental pressure was enough to make them hush in fear or even provoke a panic attack. Cainabel was more than capable of such a thing. And, worse, she did not hesitate to bring any other Servants to powerless anger or tears of resentment even when they are in a much more stable mental state... Never mind the nervous wreck that is the Sisters.

However, as if reading Hassan's very thoughts, Cainabel shook her head, - "I am not going to push and press them... even more at least. No, I need to discuss something with them - and, by the way, with you too, a couple of very important things."

"Ho?" Hassan involuntarily raised one eyebrow - or rather, made a gesture similar to that of people whose face has not been cut off in the past.

Cainabel and a serious conversation, with the Servants...

Slowly but steadily, a sense that he's missing a crucial piece to this puzzle arose in Hassan's mind..

"This is about Ainz... " With a quiet realization, everything fell into place abruptly.

Although the magic of mentioning Ainz's name served as the strongest command spell for Cainabel, it also worked for Cainabel's sake as well. Since, to the Servants, the mere mention of the Master's name could reinforce Cainabel's words and intents, serving as an incredible seal of assurance on her actions, and confirming the veracity of her intentions.

By mentioning the name of her Master, Cainabel simply would not have dared to do anything that would impugn on her master's honor. Hassan could not imagine the terror that he would wrought upon anyone that dares to do such a thing. And if it had been enough for the Gorgons to feel safe enough in their Master's presence, perhaps it was also the best proof that the matter that she wanted to discuss with the three Servants was serious.

"Okay", - Hassan nodded, and then looked menacingly at Cainabel. - "But you have to explain to me what exactly is the matter."

"Did you cut off your ears along with your face too?" - Cainabel rolled her eyes, - "I said that the conversation concerns us all."

'This proves for sure that she is not under some kind of Mind Control at least.' Hassan exhaled, then nodded. "Okay then, it will be done."

Cainabel exhaled irritatedly.

During her long life as a goddess, she had managed to get used to the completely natural idea that certain privileges were given to beings of her level.

Yes, maybe she never managed to reach the uppermost pantheon of strength and power, after which her name would become a curse and blessing on the lips of peoples and heroes. But Cainabel still got used to the fact that some features of her existence differed from ones that are inherent in creatures 'of low origin'. And therefore having an unpleasant reminder of her current position for Cainabel, was unpleasant.

For example, the need to wait for the go-ahead to do something. Like a marathon runner standing at the start line, waiting for a signal from the umpire.

If Cainabel have her full strength, in her full might, she would not wait, but simply force her way to the Gorgon sisters. If necessary, immobilizing the latter with magic.

Although, if Cainabel had been in any other situation, then she would not have engaged in anything like this. She would not be looking for the Gorgons, whose usefulness even as human shields or a footrest was questionable. Neither would she be thinking about plans, nor communicating with someone so insignificant as these 'Servants'. At least their name is appropriate to their station.

But, as it usually happens, these were only abstract reflections on abstract topics that had nothing to do with the objective reality in which Cainabel found herself at the moment.

After all, unfortunately, it was in this situation that Cainabel was obliged to think, talk with the Servants and even humiliatingly wait for a signal from Hassan. As if he had the power over her in any way - and not at all the inferior being that he is.

And therefore, no matter how much bile and contempt Cainabel had at the moment , she had to wait, like an obedient dog, waiting for the master's signal.

Although, of course, Cainabel would kill anyone who dared to point out the similarity of such comparisons.

But, fortunately, the wait did not last particularly long - and after only a dozen minutes she felt how the restless blood of the Gorgons on the periphery of her perception calmed down a little. Either they were deceived by the words or actions of Hassan - Cainabel did not care what exactly - - and so with the Gorgon Sisters' skittishness abated, Cainabel headed towards the three Servants.

In any other conditions, Cainabel would have laughed at how easy it was to manipulate Hassan to do her bidding. She had only needed to mention the name of his Master and the importance of the meeting that she wanted. However, it could not be said that Hassan was wrong, Cainabel was not so stupid as to not understand what it means to invoke Ainz's name in the current environment.

After all, even if she were to assume that Ainz really disliked the Gorgon Sisters and that their murder could be excused by Cainabel somehow, evoking and desecrating Ainz's name definitely cannot be reasoned away. Therefore, Cainabel was absolutely serious about not defaming the name of her Master with her words and actions...

However, this did not mean that she would be sweet, friendly and completely truthful. After all, as long as the three 'Servants' are mollified by her actions, then it's all good.

Simply true 'enough' so as not to defame her Master and not create a negative reputation for him. Even if she is not entirely 'open' about her intentions.

And therefore, for a second, before entering one of the many completely ordinary rooms scattered across Chaldea, Cainabel made an evil grin - before completely wiping it off her face.

The first thing that appeared before her eyes was a room so ordinary and gray that even trying to describe it would be completely boring. Which is followed by the back of Hassan, who turned to the sound of the door opening, looking at Cainabel - and, in the end, the two sisters- the Gorgons.

Whether their luck was divine or not, in those moments when they both managed to avoid meeting with Cainabel, was absolutely irrelevant now, given that for the moment their luck was definitely out.

However, Cainabel also perfectly understood the limits of permissible insolence in the current situation, and therefore instead of a more cheerful - from her point of view - greetings like 'I remember that one of you is a rotten piece of meat and bones, but I forgot which one' - Cainabel limited herself to a dry, - "Finally, I got to you."

It was worth giving the two sisters their due, they were able to feel Cainabel's presence a little earlier before she appeared before their eyes. But it was also worth noting that, having lost the opportunity to retreat, they showed their most pitiful features.

Stheno - or was it Euryale? The two sisters were almost indistinguishable from each other, huddled in the farthest corner, as if a child who is running away form a terrible monster, almost resorting to curling into a fetal position for protection. They were both clasping their knees, looking at Cainabel with an unblinking gaze, frozen in pupils frozen in fear.

Cainabel refrained from laughing in a completely non aristocratic way at the realization of how much Ainz's actions - whatever they were - damaged the girls' mind. Betrayal, huh? That trembling piece of meat and naked fear that remained in the Servants made them incapable of not only betraying Ainz, but even experiencing any emotions other than fear. Excellent.

However, the second sister - Cainabel was always confused how to tell them apart - nevertheless managed to overcome the trembling part of herself that was now shouting in her ear about the need to run to the other end of the world, forgetting and leaving everything that was dear to her and took a step forward towards Cainabel. - "What do you need?"

Cainabel would like to rip out the Gorgon's tongue, it seems that no amount of terror would scrub out the impertinence of these so-called 'goddesses'. Still, in the current situation, doing so was naturally out of the question. So, with great effort, Cainabel was able to restrain herself, answering, perhaps in the most friendly tone that she could create in her life. - "You can relax. If I wanted to kill you, none of the tricks that you used to avoid me earlier would have saved you."

And, of course, Cainabel didn't lie. And, of course, the Gorgons understood this.

Cainabel involuntarily grimaced at the thought of saying something that Baal would approve of. But sometimes even in his senseless desire for complexity for the sake of complexity itself obsessed mind, some good phrases existed. 'To make a lie true - add one quarter of the truth to three-quarters of the most vile lie' was it?.

"What do you want from us?" - Perhaps one of the sisters could even have said what she had just said confidently. If it had not been for the fact that her voice trembled at the last moment, when Cainabel's gaze met the Gorgon's.

Cainabel breathed out, - "Do you think you can help me with something?"

The Gorgon swallowed their viscous saliva, realizing the essence of what was said, before Cainabel's gaze touched Hassan for a second, then returned to the sisters.

"I will speak briefly and get to the point.", - Cainabel sighed, then glanced at Hassan, - "Let's just say - I fully understand why you are avoiding me."

After these words, a soulless piece of meat, which once bore the name Stheno, maybe, twitched in the corner - after which Cainabel sighed.

Although it was somewhat ridiculous to compare Cainabel and Ainz, at a certain, primitive level that the Servants could feel, they were similar in some way. And whatever happened at that fateful moment in the Singularity that traumatizes them so fiercely - the fear that settled forever in the hearts of the Gorgons made them fear anything remotely similar to Ainz in any way.

This, by the way, was somewhat of a positive. As it meant that they also avoided Baal as much as they avoided her. Cainabel would definitely know if the sisters had come in contact with that scheming devil.

"I was not ordered by my Master to solve personal problems in Chaldea as a psychiatrist either, but the situation is such that you would rather go to the service of some Dark Lord than to your own Master." Cainabel chuckled, - "I can't say that I don't understand your reasons... Or that I would not have done the same in your place - and in my own... Anyway, the point I'm making is that you yourself understand that you will not be able to escape from Ainz. There is no escaping Death."

The two Gorgons flinched in sync, causing Cainabel to grin inwardly.

"This is the first problem that you face." For demonstration's sake, Cainabel raised her hand, holding out one finger, and then the second, "And, as far as I understand, you were very seriously unlucky to somehow fall out of favor with Ainz. This is your second very big problem."

"Any creature with two brain cells to rub together usually understands that crossing the Master is a very bad idea. At least you were lucky enough not to earn Master's disfavor." And here where Cainabel laid out the hooks to her scheme. "Though I must say that my lord is merciful and forgiving, he's quite merciless to his enemies. A very short list that, by a huge misunderstanding, also contains your names."

Of course, Cainabel understood that if Ainz considered the Gorgon sisters as his enemies, they would not only be killed, but also removed from all parallel worlds and stories in such a way that even a retroactive change in the world could not return them to reality. And perhaps even to the point that the very memory of their existence would disappear from the minds of all entities of this universe and all the parallel ones. Even after experiencing a grain of Ainz's capabilities, the Servants barely understood how deep the gap between them is and how radically different the concepts of 'enemy' were for him and for them. It was on this misunderstanding that Cainabel planned to build her scheme on.

"And to be honest, I absolutely do not care whether or not you will be killed or not." Another portion of the truth, while greatly exaggerated. "However, I am a loyal Servant of my Master. The Master's prosperity is my prosperity. And so I came here to offer you a deal."

"Hassan", - Cainabel turned to the silent Assassin, - "This also applies to you. Fortunately, you are lucky not to become an enemy of my Master - but I think you will also be interested in what I want to tell you about."

"The fact is, my lord, of course, is a genius, powerful beyond any understanding, but, to my great regret, he is not devoid of shortcomings." Cainabel almost choked on delivering the last largest lie that she could tell. Ainz, having flaws, haha... "He trusts people and too easily forgives them for their past sins. I am an example of the latter. Baal is an example of the former."

"I think that if I were to tell you that I knew Baal even before the summoning, you won't be surprised," Cainabel chuckled, "However, the matter also concerns what I knew about him. Baal is a demon, you know that."

After waiting for an uncertain nod from the speaking sister of the Gorgon - and the moment when the sister huddled in a corner stopped trembling, Cainabel continued - "And I know that lately, strange ideas have begun to appear among people that demons have their own moral code, or a unique code of ethic... This is a load of fucking bullshit. Demons are evil - and I tell you this, and I am more than aware of my own moral compass."

Cainabel smiled, continuing to mix in truths with lies in swallowable proportions, - "If we are talking about who can destroy the most things in one action from the two of us, then I will come out the winner in this competition. I will not lie, destroying a city because of a bout of bad mood is not that rare of a pastime for me. However, Baal, he is far more dangerous than me in the long run." While downplaying her abilities almost caused her to grit her teeth, it's all for the sake of ousting Baal in the end, so she will endure.

"If I would say that my personal plan in the long run is to subjugate a small country and provide myself with a life of luxury, then the goal of Baal is the destruction of humanity. Not out of necessity, but simply out of a desire to inflict as much pain and suffering as possible on this world. Because all demons are assholes."

"And while my pious and merciful Lord believes that Baal can succumb to persuasion and eventually come to some kind of peace agreement." Cainabel for a second felt funny at the thought that Baal could deceive Ainz, but she continued her spiel without changing the expression on her face.

"But his nature is such that Baal will inevitably betray Master in the end. And if killing someone like you for Ainz does not involve any risks, then killing Baal will turn most of this planet into a scorched desert. That is definitely not a part of my plans to provide myself with a luxurious life."

"Killing him now would be ideal, but unfortunately - my lord is merciful, and therefore he is blind". Cainabel sincerely hoped that her words would not reach her Master's ears. "And therefore killing Baal - at the moment - remains unacceptable. However, this does not mean that this is all that can be done right now." She grinned inside, with the hooks cast, now she can reel in the catch.

"I believe that Hassan will not need more clarification from me" Cainabel glanced at the Assassin, then at Euryale - and even at Stheno, or the other way around, who have finally slowly stopped trembling and let go of her knees. The sisters looked at Cainabel carefully.

Cainabel then continued. "So, this is what I'm offering. You will help me... Prevent Baal from achieving more than what he already has. And I, in turn... can ask my Master to give you another chance for a quiet life."

Cainabel smiled at Euryale... or Stheno. Emotions flashed on the Gorgon's face - confusion, interest, fear, however... what is most important...

"What exactly are you suggesting?" Euryale asked.

'Caught' - Cainabel expression spread inwardly in an ominous smile. Well, ha, while Baal was a master of planning, it was difficult to oppose him in terms of intrigue... However, one should not forget Cainabel's favorite way of doing things, with which she often dealt with all the previous problems in her life.

Simple, straightforward force.

'Well, Baal, did you think that you alone can play this game?' - Cainabel chuckled internally - 'Okay, sucker... Let me teach you a lesson and tell you a secret of what I managed to learn during my days as a goddess.'

Noble Phantasm: Lord of Blood

Holder: Cainabel

Classification: Anti-Human

Range: 0-99

Rank: C

The first of the three Noble Phantasms of Cainabel. A reflection of her legendary status as the Elder Blood, which was lost after Ainz Ooal Gown defeated her, and her mystical control over all blood as the true ancestor of all vampires.

The original rank of this Phantasm is A (Anti-Army), however, after losing the status as the Elder Blood, Cainabel is no longer able to target thousands of targets, which is why this Noble Phantasm is currently a strictly single-target ability.

However, even greatly diminished, this Noble Phantasm is strong enough already. Since Cainabel is able to use blood for many things - her own regeneration, strengthening her magic or to attack, its deadliness is not to be underestimated.

In addition, this Noble Phantasm can also control the actions of the target, literally seizing control over all the blood of the target - including the one that is inside the target's muscles. It can also be used as a fairly strong offensive Noble Phantasm, since, ignoring the target's external defensive abilities, it is capable of forcing their target's own blood to attack its target from within - bursting like stakes from inside the body, instantly boiling, or even tearing the target's heart or brain in an unstoppable tide.

However, Cainabel's favorite way of using this Noble Phantasm is by ripping out all the blood from the victim's body, leaving only an empty, dried shell, while absorbing all the blood of the target strengthening herself.

However, having lost her absolute title of the Elder Blood, the power of this Noble Phantasm has significantly weakened, which is why at the moment there are several ways to cancel out its effects:

1) By not having blood at all or to not rely on blood as a means of survival. It is the main limiting factor of this Noble Phantasm. Servants or beings whose existence does not rely on a physical body and or those with a mechanical body, logically, are not subject to the effects of blood control at all.

2) Have protective abilities that defend against external influences. Conceptual abilities and magical rituals of protection that do so are also effective against this ability. Although armor and outer barriers are completely useless.

3) Have perfect control over your own body. As an example, it was thanks to this method that Altera could resist the influence of Cainabel's first Noble Phantasm. She, as a Servant that has perfect control over her body thanks to the Natural Body and the Crest of Stars skills, are immune to the effect of Blood Control.

4) Be significantly stronger than Cainabel. At the moment, Cainabel has met only one existence that fits the description. Fortunately for her, it is her own Master.

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