Night, Royal City, Royal Palace.
Inside the King's bedchamber, several maids, drenched in cold sweat, are carefully assisting King Ainz III, cleaning his body. They don't dare make a sound, fearing they might wake the King, who would swallow them whole.
Lately, Ainz III's illness seems to have stabilized. Although he can still become violent, he sleeps noticeably longer, sometimes for a very long time.
Eliphas came to check and said it's a normal situation and there's no need to worry.
It's unclear whether he meant the King's health or the throne has no need to worry.
The maids were ordered to take this opportunity to help and wipe the King's body. Despite their fear, they have no choice but to comply.
"Ah!"
A sharp scream echoed; it turned out a maid's arm was suddenly grabbed tightly by the large hand of King Ainz III, whose sharp nails pierced the flesh, causing blood to flow.
Upon closer inspection, Ainz III's palm also had wounds, with blood seeping out.
