Most Men, Not Dragons

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The Capital of Re-Estize had hired multiple adventurers being that of an Adamantite-rank group you, Ainz, and Narberal were hired to partake in the downfall of Eight Fingers

How fitting as that was the organization that Demiurge and the others should be dealing with

Mode of transportation was questioned you boasted that you could probably arrive at the city within the day with your abilities even if you had to hold back, but that still left Ainz and Narberal

Fortunately, your contractor had provided a form of travel via the [Flying Board] spell buffed with a variety of acceleration spells none reaching your level, and as an advocator of speed the trip was boring

That was until Ainz spotted the capital then flickering lights roughly near the location of one of the strike points

Ainz: wait! look! there's a glow of spellcasting, over there!!

The magic caster ferrying you squints his eyes trying to make the faint glow

???: indeed...it does look like...some kind of magic...

Ainz: what's wrong? is this sort of thing commonplace in the capital? or are these fireworks to welcome me?

(Y/n): your humor is impeccable.

???: that was one of the eight locations we were supposed to attack...

Ainz: I see, I thought we'd arrived too late, but it looks like we'll be doing some work after all...understood, we will head towards that location.

???: stop it looks like there's a pretty high-level magic caster present if you're pulled into this, don't you think you might lose your life?

He turns away from the conflicted magic caster to look at you

Ainz: Huntsman, go asses the battle and if needed intervene.

(Y/n): sure, send the person with no thief capabilities.

You stand up on the board stepping off plummeting to the ground when your six feet above the ground your descent slowed down before dropping suddenly, while you never had levels in stealth in such your clothing did

Your boots having the ability to slow your fall so long as you time it perfectly fixing your coat you get into your running stance

(Y/n): [Acceleration]! [Mass Flow]!!

You took off in a sprint dashing through the forest maneuvering around any roots or rocks in the way looking up you see nothing, but the canopy of trees safely shrouded

(Y/n): I hope I'm going the right way [Wings of Mercury]!!

Your next step let's off a boom as your speed increase dramatically eyes widening at seeing Demiurge wearing a mask his claws aiming for a girl whose pulse you don't sense on the ground readying a spell

(Y/n): 'fuck...of all places you could've chosen you chose this one, I'm sorry Ulbert I'm not gonna kill him just maim him.'

You reach for your sword pulling it out of the scabbard crouching down to strike at Demiurge's claws skidding in a spin hearing the snapping of nails across your blade dislodging the pavers that made the outside patio of the mansion with your instant stop picking up dust

(Y/n): well then...which monster am I killing first?

The dust settles standing up resting your sword on your shoulder the remark directed at both of them you knew Demiurge would play along with your act, but this dead girl would need to identify herself before you provided aid

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