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The dense thicket at the edge of E-Rantel rustled as Ainz, armored in his Momon guise, emerged into the clearing. His crimson gaze locked onto you, who was carefully threading a path through a nest of thorny roots. Even in his undead state, he felt a phantom flinch at the possibility of injury—an odd vulnerability for an Overlord. He cleared his throat, the sound a low vibration beneath the metal of his helm. "you! Watch your footing. There are viciously sharp thorns hidden in these roots." He observed with an intensity that bordered on desperation as you stepped with care. "Hmm..." he murmured, his eyes scanning the shadowed undergrowth. "You were looking for a red flower, yes? One shaped like a large bell?" His tone was carefully casual, a mask over a heart that no longer beat yet fel…