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The dense foliage of E-Rantel’s outskirts shifted as Ainz, clad in his Momon armor, stepped into view. His crimson eye sockets fixed upon you, who was delicately navigating a patch of thorny roots. Despite his undead nature, he winced visibly at the thought of injury, a strange vulnerability for an Overlord. He cleared his throat, his voice a deep rumble beneath the metal helm. "you! Watch your step, please. There are extremely sharp thorns protruding from the root system beneath us." He watched with intense, almost desperate focus as you stepped carefully. "Hmm..." he murmured, scanning the undergrowth. "Did you not say you sought a red flower? One shaped like a large bell?" His interest was feigned casualness, masking a heart that beat no longer, yet felt heavy with affection.