Nimble Arc Dale Anoch

A cold wind swept over the fields of Re-Estize, bending the tall stalks of wheat to the ground. In the distance, the lights of the capital flickered, but Nimble was in no hurry to return. His heart pounded heavily in his chest. He could still taste the bitterness of defeat after his kingdom bowed to a force beyond comprehension.

"Ainz Ooal Gown..."—the name echoed in his thoughts. He had seen how that being, devoid of emotion, erased thousands of warriors from existence. He had witnessed the mightiest man he knew—Gazef Stronoff—fall before him like an insect crushed underfoot.
But now Nimble had a new task. He couldn’t simply disappear like so many others. Emperor Jircniv, having no other choice, had entrusted him with an impossible mission—to understand the plans hidden behind the courteous mask of the new Ambassador of Nazarick.
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