Bang!
A heavy impact rang out as the iron sword collided with the glowing chestplate of the summoned Fire Archangel.
The radiant being staggered backward, retreating nearly three meters before flaring its wings to halt its momentum in midair.
Minori's eyes narrowed as he observed the minor dent in the armor.
No other damage.
"As expected of a tank-type summon," Minori murmured, keeping his tone calm. "It excels in defense—far above others of the same level."
In YGGDRASIL, angels, demons, and undead were all categorized as elite summonable races. Each held particular advantages.
Angels had superior physical resistance.
Demons boasted high magic resistance.
Undead... well, their numbers could overwhelm, and many were immune to conventional tactics.
In addition, the higher the summon's level, the more unique abilities it acquired—just like in the game.
"Now then—let's see what lies beneath that armor."
Minori advanced.
With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged at the Fire Archangel.
The summoned entity raised its flaming longsword to counter.
Whoosh—!
But Minori was faster.
"Quick Slash."
Steel flashed coldly as a blinding arc of light cut across the glowing chestplate.
Clang—! Clang—!
The iron sword bit deep—again and again—across the silver-white armor.
Sparks exploded in a shower of light, and the Fire Archangel was sent crashing down.
Minori clicked his tongue, then reacted instantly—He reached out and grabbed one of the angel's wings, halting its fall just before it hit the ground.
"Silence" had already been cast, ensuring the crash made no noise.
Had the angel smashed into the earth, the impact crater would've drawn unwanted attention.
"Tch... close one." Minori exhaled.
He turned to the gash he had carved into the chestplate.
Inside—there was nothing.
Only a pale, white light glowing faintly in the hollow shell of divine armor.
Bang—!
The Fire Archangel began to unravel—its form disintegrating into scattered particles of holy light.
"Hmm... impressive durability."Minori glanced at his status window.No experience gain.
"As expected... summoned creatures don't yield XP."
He closed the window, analyzing the combat data with a tactical eye.
"Offensively lacking. Speed's average. But its physical resistance and flight capabilities would stall any equal-level warrior."
"If I had several at once..." Minori trailed off, his gaze drifting to the nearby scroll-crafting table.
A slow smile tugged at his lips.
"Even a Warrior Captain would fall, slowly worn down."
He remembered well the Sunlight Scripture's attempt to assassinate Gazef Stronoff.Had Ainz not intervened, even the low-tier Fire Archangel summoned by the Scripture's acolytes might've proved fatal.
They had paid only in mana.
A terrifying cost-benefit.
Minori stepped back to his desk.
He picked up the parchment labeled as second-tier magic paper.
"...I forgot to ask if sheepskin is required to craft second-tier scrolls."
He narrowed his eyes, placing both hands atop the blank paper stack.
"Scroll Crafting."
He silently triggered the spell through his interface.
—
The loose sheets fluttered unnaturally, drawn together.
In less than a breath—
A newly formed white magic scroll materialized in his palm.
Minori stared at it in quiet surprise.
"So easily...?"
He blinked, unused to success coming without obstacles.
When crafting potions or enchantments, things always went wrong—minor instability, impurities, or control issues.
But this...
This was clean. Smooth.
The scroll glowed pure white—unlike the slightly yellowed tone of sheepskin-infused scrolls from the Magician's Guild.
Minori checked the remaining stack:He had started with 1,400 sheets of paper.Now, only 1,380 remained.
Twenty sheets consumed in one scroll.
Interesting.
He recalled the Guild's standard recipe:1 sheepskin + 10 sheets of second-tier paper.
"So the Guild substitutes sheepskin to reduce paper consumption and stabilize the magic?"
Minori made a mental note.
It made sense—sheepskin was cheap. Magical paper was not.
He unrolled the scroll slowly and tapped its center with a finger.
Now came the delicate part: magic infusion.
According to Master Bellori, magic must be carefully inserted into the scroll—not just raw mana, but a spell anchored in meaning and understanding.
Normally, that required deep study and personal mastery.
But Minori...He had simply spent skill points to learn his spells.
A shortcut—one that gave power without understanding.
Still, he wasn't helpless.
He had a class passive: [Magic Infusion], gained from his Magic Swordsman profession.
It had helped him successfully brew potions in the Tob Forest.
Maybe...
It could help here too.
Minori pressed his finger down firmly.
"Infuse magic."
Bang—!
The scroll trembled violently. A wave of blue light surged across its surface.
Mana began spiraling inward.
Minori froze.
He had seen scrolls explode from instability at the Guild before.He gritted his teeth, preparing to throw it if necessary.
But—The shaking stopped.
The scroll stabilized.
He began channeling the spell: "Angel Summoning."
One second.
Three.
Five.
Ten.
Unlike the practiced, graceful infusion by Master Bellori, Minori's attempt was... brute-force.
Rough. Unrefined.
But effective.
With a final jolt, the scroll snapped shut, rolling itself neatly.
It glowed faintly.
Minori brought up his appraisal spell:
"Item Identification."
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Item: Magic ScrollTier: 2nd LevelEffect: Contains the spell Angel Summoning
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"...Success."
Minori exhaled softly.
He reached down and idly rubbed the head of the little evil hound beside him.
A flicker of thought crossed his eyes.
He had originally assumed there was no chance—
But now...
Maybe he could obtain that item.
A magic item hidden in E-Rantel, one classified at Upper Tier: Level 40—almost at the highest rank.
Few knew of it.
But Minori did.
He had planned to delay until he acquired the Cursed Knight class and returned from the Bahas Empire.
But now—with scroll creation mastered—The odds had shifted in his favor.
Even so—
The risks were still immense.