As Ainz left the room, Narberal sighed deeply.
Then she rubbed the corner of her eyes, and her eyes, previously filled with a keen expression, drooped powerlessly. Her face looked completely relaxed. Even her ponytail seemed to have lost its energy and hung limply down.
However, she still recalled her supreme master’s orders.

Albedo’s cry of delight made Narberal furrow her brows. That excited voice was starting to annoy her.
With a voice that suggested she might burst into dance at any moment, Albedo continued babbling about what she would do next, and how things had to be, and then suddenly, she asked in a calm voice:

Sensing something like a color upon the wind, Britta sniffed several times, like a dog.
She was not mistaken — the air contained a greenish scent. This odor came from mysterious drugs and crushed plants. The smell told Britta that she was at her destination.
Britta continued forward, to a place where the smell was stronger than just now. Peering left and right, she walked on until she was in front of the largest house.