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There were two routes leading northeast to Carne Village from E-Rantel.

One headed north, and then east along the outskirts of the forest. The other went eastwards, then north.

This time, they went by the first route.

Travelling along the edge of the forest meant that there would be a higher chance of encountering monsters. It was the wrong choice, from a bodyguard's perspective.

That said, everyone still wanted to go by that route. This was because Ainz wanted to fulfill the job Peter and friends first offered them, that of monster hunting. Although it seemed like they were taking a great risk — in the same way that a hunter chasing two hares would catch neither — the presence of the Mighty Momon and Erika meant that they could take that route with peace of mind. Another reason was that Erika had demonstrated the spell 「Crystal Lance」outside the city, in order to prove she could at least cast a fourth tier spell that she claimed that her mother taught her that spell.

In addition, they would not be entering the forest, just travelling along the edges. Thus, any monsters that appeared would not be too strong, and could be taken down by everyone working together. It was also a good chance for each adventurer team to observe the other's strength. They had taken these points into consideration before making their decision.

After leaving E-Rantel, the sun was its zenith, and the travellers could see a vast stretch of dense and primeval dark green forests in the distance. The thick tree trunks stood tall, while their leafy branches spread wide. Because light could not penetrate into the depths of the forest, there was a feeling that they would be swallowed by the blackness. The gaps between the trees looked like a gaping maw for prey to throw themselves into it, which contributed to the sense of unease that they felt.

The group was arrayed around the wagon as they moved forward. Naturally, Nfirea was driving the wagon. Lukrut the ranger walked ahead of him, Peter the warrior was on the left of the wagon, while Dyne the druid and Ninya the magic caster were on the right. Finally, Momon and Erika brought up the rear.

Visibility was good, so everyone was not too tense. However, Peter's voice contained its first hint of severity as he spoke:

"Momon-san, this stretch is a dangerous area. Although we should be able to handle any monsters that appear, please be careful all the same."

"Understood."

As Ainz nodded, he suddenly thought of something.

If he was in a game, he could tell what sort of monsters would spawn in a given location, but in reality, that would be impossible. Only the gods knew if a troublesome enemy would show up.

After the Battle of Carne Village several days ago and after incorporating the former men of the Slaine Theocracy units, Ainz was quite confident in his strength. Of course, that was in his capacity as a magic caster, and in his skills of his Four Wisdoms combined. Now that Ainz was wearing a coat made from this world, there were few more things he needed to test with.

Could he served as an effective frontliner with all his magic strengths sealed off, and limited to his own physical strength? Maybe, but surely he could master them as time permits him. In addition, as a bodyguard, his victory condition was not defeating the enemy, but protecting Nfirea from any harm, Ainz felt uneasy as he thought about that.

If the situation warranted it, he would remove all restraints and use any way possible. But if he did that, he would have to kill his companions or alter their memories, and Ainz did not want that at all. Especially when the strange girl — Erika — was expecting something, but what?

It's a pain in the ass.

Ainz turned to look at Erika, seemingly ignoring him.

He had made several contingent plans for such a theoretical situation as this. Ainz expected Erika to cast magic of her level — eighth or ninth tier — if things came to that. And if that did not work either, Ainz would shed most of his power and take the situation depending on its difficulty.

As he saw the two of them look at each other — although Ainz was wearing his full helm, and Erika with her mask — It would seem that Lukrut was under some sort of misconception. He addressed Erika in an airy, light hearted tone:

"It'll be fine, don't worry. Things won't be too troublesome as long as we don't get ambushed. And nothing will escape my eyes and ears when I'm in charge. I'm great, aren't I, Erika-san?"

In response to Lukrut's earnest demeanor, Erika merely sneered under her mask:

"Momon-san, may I have your permission to beat this... Idiot?"

"Ah, Erika-san graced me with her cold words!"

Everyone smiled bitterly as Lukrut raised his thumb, but they did not seem to mind Erika's harsh retorts. They did not think Erika really thought of him, in general, as perverts or idiots, just certain individuals (Lukrut) in particular.

Ainz denied Erika's understandable request, feeling a cramping pain in his nonexistent gut. What is it that made her so unique? Why is she so damned similar to him?

Nfirea seemed to have misunderstood something, and he interrupted from the side:

"It'll be fine. In truth, the region from here to Carne Village is the territory of the "Wise King of the Forest." Therefore, we shouldn't meet any monsters unless our luck is very bad."

"The 'Wise King of the Forest?'"

Ainz recalled what he had learned in Carne Village.

The Wise King of the Forest was a monster that could use magic, and it was frighteningly powerful. Because its lair was in the depths of the forest, there were virtually no eye-witness reports about it, although its existence had been a topic of discussion since very long ago. Some people called it a four-legged silver beast with a snake for a tail, which had lived for hundreds of years.

Ah, I'd like to see it. He did not know if the stories were true or false, but if it really had lived all these years, it should possess a surprising intellect. After all, it was called the Wise King of the Forest. If he could capture it... No, he should persuade it to his side.

Ainz pieced together a hazy image of what he thought the monster looked like in his mind.

With the name like "Wise King of the Forest," it might be an animal previously thought extinct... Like a monkey perhaps... Ah, an orangutan? That name means "man of the forest..." or was that "sage?" And it has a snake for a tail... Does a monster like that exist?

Ainz felt that YGGDRASIL might have a monster like that. After racking his brains, he found an answer:

A Nue!... That creature has a monkey's head, a racoon's body, the limbs of a tiger, and a snake's tail... Although I'm not sure if it really is an YGGDRASIL monster. It might have been summoned, just like those angels.

Just as Ainz thought of YGGDRASIL's Nue, Lukrut called out to Erika again in a flighty tone:

"Well then, if we complete this mission perfectly, I wonder if my lovely Erika-chan's affection towards me will go up a little more?"

Erika clicked her tongue, her disgust welling up from the bottom of her heart.

Lukrut put on an exaggerated look of shock, but nobody spoke up for him. Everyone seemed to treat them as a comedy duo.

In this way, everyone chatted as they progressed forward, under the blazing sun that tanned the skin. Their boots were covered in the juices of trampled grass and smelled of grass. Erika seemed to be irritated by the heat of the blazing sun.

As he watched them wiping their sweat, Ainz was extremely grateful for his undead body. The strong sunlight did not fatigue him, and even wearing this thick, hot-looking coat did not tire him out.

Only Lukrut remained energetic and cheerful, talking and laughing with the others, who were marching in silence:

"It's okay guys, you don't have to be so alert. After all, nothing escapes my eyes and ears. Even Erika-chan trusts me, look how relaxed she is."

"It's not because of you. It's because we have Momon-san."

Erika frowned under mask. Sensing that something drastic might happen, Ainz put his hand on Erika's shoulder and body visibly softened.

Seeing their interaction, Lukrut tossed out a question:

"Huh, so it looks like you and Momon-san really are like siblings? Momon-san the protective elder brother, and Erika-chan his cute sister. Though it sounded a bit off for me to think that way."

"His, his sibling! What are you saying!? My older brother should be Pan—!"

She stopped herself immediately, before she even completed her last word.

"You!" Ainz shouted despite himself. "What are you saying, Erika!?"

"Ah!"

Erika's eyes went wide under her mask and she covered her mouth using her mask. Ainz coughed, and then coldly said:

"...Lukrut-san, could you not make baseless speculations?"

"...Ah —sorry about that. It was just a joke. But ah —does that mean you have a sibling or family member to speak of, Momon-san?"

The bowing Lukrut did not look remorseful at all, but Ainz was not as angry as he was just now. It would seem Erika had secrets that she has hidden underneath that mask. But what?

Still, despite not being able to bring any from Carne, Ainz had no alternatives in the matter. After all, he had nobody to draw upon besides himself. He could bring someone from his new subordinates, but that will be resulting in meeting a certain person which would probably have a thirst of vengeance against the Slaine Theocracy and its people. In that case, Ainz did not bring anyone after that thought has been brought up before. He met Erika by chance and coincidence, she was a mysterious person that Ainz found her intriguing to know.

Given the present circumstances, perhaps other than her, Anglachel, might have been a better choice, but it was too late to regret that decision at this point. After all, crying over spilled milk is pointless.

He could imagine Erika's face was ashen white from her gaffe. Ainz patted her on the back several times to put her at ease. He should be practicing as a good boss to forgive the first mistake his subordinates made. The scolding would come when they repeated their mistakes. It would be bad is she fell into despair or withdrew from them, thus affecting their movements.

The important thing was that she only mentioned... Pan? That was the name of her older brother, Pan? Maybe, it is possible, or it might not be her older brother's name, but a nickname? Pan? This is confusing.

"Lukrut, don't talk nonsense and stay alert."

"Got it."

"Momon-san. I'm very sorry for my colleague's rudeness. We know that prying into other people's private lives is taboo."

"No, no. I'm willing to let it be water under the bridge as long as you can be more careful in the future."

The two of them looked at Lukrut's back in unison, and they had heard something along the lines of "Ah —Erika-chan hates me now. Uuu, her affection value must be a negative number," as Lukrut rounded his shoulders in defeat.

"That idiot...! I'll scold him after this. I pray you will pay no heed to what he had just said."

"Well, about that... Hm. I'll leave that task to you, then. Since Lukrut's on lookout duty, we can leave that to him, and I'll talk a bit about myself."

"It's fine, it's fine. We'll make him work hard for the trouble he's caused you."

After Peter smiled to him, Ainz advanced to Dyne and Ninya. —Switching places with Ainz —Fell back to walk alongside Erika.

"I have some things to ask you about magic."

After seeing Ninya nod her head, Ainz began with his questions. Nfirea seemed interested in their conversation and looked over.

"People who have been charmed or dominated by magic might reveal the information they carry. Is there a magical countermeasure that causes people to die after being questioned several times?" This is just a question that has just popped up in my head.

"I've never heard of a spell like that."

Ainz turned, and his helmet faced Nfirea.

"Me neither. There are ways to modify a spell so it activates at a certain time, but I don't think they're as elaborate as what you describe."

"...I see."

Ainz was slightly disappointed when he did not get the answer he was looking for.

If that was the case, he would have to worry about how to deal with if such a possibility would have happened. He would ask his subordinates in a later date.

Ainz knew that he could not take on this world with his knowledge of YGGDRASIL alone, so that could be counted as a lesson that needed to be learned. At the very least, he had learned how to proceed at such a possibility.

As Ainz thought distractedly about that, Ninya continued speaking:

"That said, I only know a little bit of magic. Perhaps countries which trained magic casters on a national level could create spells like that. The Slaine Theocracy has academies for clerics — divine magic casters — while the Empire has institutes which produce their arcaners, sorcerers, wizards, and other arcane magic casters. Then there's places like the Agrand Republic, which uses something like spells born of the wisdoms of the dragons."

"I see. In other words, spells like that could be created with the assistance of an entire country."

According to the information obtained earlier, the Agrand Republic was a nation of demihumans, ruled by a council. It was in opposition to the Slaine Theocracy, which championed the concept of human supremacy. The most interesting thing about them were five of their councillors, who were dragons said to possess awesome power.

Ainz was interested in that country, but he had not found his feet in this world yet, and did not have the excess energy to spread his tentacles to that nation at the moment. Just keeping his current progress running required a considerable amount of manpower, which he has a limited amount.

"Then, may I ask about something else?"

Ainz continued questioning Ninya as he walked, until he was satisfied.

He asked Ninya and Peter so many things that the other Swords of Darkness looked at him with eyes that said, "Are they still talking?" The topics he touched were quite diverse, including magic, martial arts, adventurers, the politics of the region, among other things.

Although he had ask his questions carefully, the answers were still very helpful. Ainz was certain that this had greatly increased his knowledge about this world.

Yet, he did not feel that was enough. Learning about one thing made him curious about other things, especially when it came to the topic of magic. It was quite surprising what a world would become of it was based on magic.

The greatest influence of that could be seen in the technological level of this world. It looked like it was in the Middle Ages, but in truth it was closer to the Modern Age. The reason for these advances in technology was magic.

After knowing this, Ainz gave up on trying to understand the technology of this world. As a person born in a world advanced through the power of science, there was no way for him to draw parallels between what he knew and a world that has developed with the aid of magic. For instance, there were spells that produced salt, sugar, and spices, as well as spells which restored nutrients to the soil, removing the need for a fallow period in agriculture.

Then, there was the fact that the sea was apparently not salty. All these facts about the world were vastly removed from what Ainz had expected from his knowledge.

Ainz lost track of time in the process of carefully satisfying his curiosity.

"Movement," Lukrut suddenly said, in a voice which held a hint of tension. It was completely different from the flighty attitude he had taken while flirting with Erika. In his place was a professional, seasoned adventurer.

Everyone turned to the direction where Lukrut was looking, and readied their weapons.

"Where?"

"There. Over there," Lukrut said in response to Peter's question. He pointed at a corner of the forest, but nobody could see anything through the clutter of the forest. Even so, none of them doubted him.

"What should we do?"

"We shouldn't force our way in. If they don't leave the forest, we'll leave them alone."

"Then, the smartest thing to do is follow the plan and have Nfirea-shi fall back!"

As they discussed their next move, there were movements in the forest, and then monsters slowly revealed themselves.

There fifteen creatures that were the size of children, surrounding six huge creatures.

The first group were that demihumans called Goblins.

Their twisted faces had flattened noses, while two fangs thrust forth from their ravening maws. Their skin was a bright brown, while thier filthy, matted black hair looked like it had been styled by wax.

They wore tattered clothes, which were a burnt sienna, though it was unknown whether it was dyed that color or stained that way by dirt. On top of that, they had fashioned tanned animal hides into a crude form of armor. Each held a wooden club in one hand and a small shield in the other.

They were evil-looking monsters, born of the mating of human and apes.

The less numerous creatures were huge, roughly 250 to 300 centimeters in height.

Their lower jaws jutted out, and they looked retarded.

Their heavily muscled arms looked like tree trunks. Their hands nearly dragged on the ground due to their hunchbacked stance. They used logs as clubs, and wore animal skins around their waists. They reeked so much that the adventurers could smell then over the long distance separating them.

Their tanned brown skin was covered in warts, while their muscular chests and bellies looked quite striking. At a glance, they looked to be very strong, and they resembled shaven, distorted chimpanzees.

They were demihumans known as Ogres.

Almost all of them seemed to carry tattered bags, as though for a long journey.

The monsters watched the adventurers warily ad they advanced onto the grassy plain. They might have been some distance away, but there was an unmistakable hostility on their ugly faces.

"...There's quite a number of them. Looks like we can't avoid a fight."

"Mm, that's right. Goblins and Ogres are the kind who'll attack once they outnumber their opponents. Or rather I should say that intelligent beings would probably not judge their opponents' strength simply by their numbers.

Ainz could understand and accept this, but for some reason he has some sort of Deja Vu vibes just seeing the amount of demihumans that appeared.

He felt like he was fighting unknown monsters in an unexplored region, with the benefit if a walkthrough site. As he recalled the feeling of that battle in Carne, Ainz began muttering to himself.

"Then, Momon-san."

"...Oh, is something the matter?"

"Earlier, we agreed to divide them in half, but how shall we assign them now?"

"Can't we split into two teams and dispatch the enemy as they come to us?"

"It would be troublesome if they all went to one side. Erika-san, can you use 「Fireball」to eliminate all the Goblins in one go?"

"I do not have the spell「Fireball」. I'm an Earth-based magic caster, there are others, but the spell, 「Shard Buckshot」might be a perfect spell for the job."

Ainz thought about the restrictions when magic casters could choose different types of elemental magic classes back in YGGDRASIL. When one used a different element other than the primary one, the spell could end up as a weakened version of the spell that a normal magic caster of that class should normally used.

However, the「Fireball」spell was a third tier spell, and can be learned by any arcane magic casters. Regardless of their elemental differences.

"The 「Shard Buckshot」spell, is that an area-of-effect spell?"

"Close, but that spell is only effective at close-ranged combat. Especially when used in most desperate situations."

"Then, what if we got the enemies to form up into a line, and then take them all out in one shot from the side?"

"In that case, we'd need a defensive line that can take the enemy's charge..."

"Let me handle that. Can I trust you gentlemen while protecting Nfirea-san on the wagon?"

"Momon-san..."

"If a few Ogres could give me a hard time, then I'd be all talk. Everyone, please watch how I slaughter those Ogres."

As they heard Ainz's confident voice, understanding dawned on the faces of the Swords of Darkness. Their hearts filled with peace of mind which came from knowing that they could leave that task to him without having to worry.

"Understood. However, we can't just watch the enemy attack, so we'll support you from the side as much as possible."

"Do you need any support magic?"

"Ah, not for us. Friends from the Swords of Darkness, please focus on supporting your comrades."

"Please permit us to refuse. If we begin the engagement so close in the forest, there's a chance the enemy might slip past."

"If that's the case, shall we do the usual and lure them out first?"

"An excellent idea! Momon-shi will block the enemy's charge, but how will we deal with any fish which slip the net?"

"I'll hold down the Ogres with the martial art 「Fortress」. Dyne, you'll handle the Goblins. Ninya will cast a defensive spell on me, and while I may not be necessary, you should also watch for Erika-san's safety and use attack spells whenever possible. Lukrut, go take care of the Goblins, and if any Ogres make it past the defensive line, you'll have to block them too. If that happens, change your priority to wiping out the Goblins, Ninya."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded, showing that they understood Peter's instructions. Their combat strategy was smoothly decided, and their silent teamwork was flawless.

Ainz, who was thoroughly impressed by this display, made a noise of quiet approval.

He recalled YGGDRASIL once more. Back then, Ainz and his comrades hunted monsters with the same repeated movements; baiting, luring, blocking, and then attacking. They could fight well as a group because they were thoroughly familiar with each others' strengths.

Perhaps he was being biased, but Ainz earnestly believed that their coordination was not an easy thing to replicate. The Swords of Darkness could not possibly compare to them, though he could see something like his own teamwork in their movements.

"Momon-san, do you need any assistance other than magic?"

"No, there's no need. The two of us will be enough."

"That's... Pretty confident."

There was some unease in Peter's words. If the person responsible for holding the line fell easily, it might lead a domino-like reaction that would end in the team breaking apart. He should have felt uneasy about that.

After all, this was not a game, but a battle on which they were betting their lives.

"You'll see once it begins," Ainz said, terminating the conversation with a curt reply.

"Peter-san, we'll start once your preparations are finished."

Lukrut drew the string of his composite longbow to its limits, until its limbs began creaking. With a whoosh, the bowstring sliced through the air, launching an arrow in a straight line. It struck the ground about ten meters away from the Goblins on the plain.

The sudden attack made the Goblins sneer at Lukrut from behind their shields.

The object of their mockery was the missed arrow. Of course, the Goblins could not hit a target that was over 120 meters distant either, but they seemed to have forgotten that.

The vast disparity between the attack they had received and their numbers made the Goblins' violent instincts swell. They shouted in unison, and charged Lukrut with wild abandon. The somewhat slower Ogres followed from behind them as well.

Driven into a frenzy by their bloodlust, they did not form up into ranks, nor did they protect themselves with their shields. Their minds were a sea of white.

As he verified that fact, Lukrut smiled thinly.

"Loose!"

He sent another arrow downrange when the enemy was 90 meters distant. This time, the arrow did not fall short, but pierced a Goblin's cranium. The Goblin at the end of the formation took a few wobbly steps before collapsing to the ground, where he died.

The distance between them shrank, but there was no worry in Lukrut's hand, which was holding his bow. This was because he was confident that someone would protect him, even if they enemy reached him.

"「Reinforce Armor」."

Ninya cast a spell from behind Lukrut, hearing his colleague's voice, Lukrut nocked another arrow to his bowstring.

50 meters out, an arrow went through the head of another Goblin, who collapsed and did not get back up. Dyne decided to make his move as well.

Although Goblins were agile, the Ogres had large strides, and so their speeds were roughly the same. That said, over a charge of nearly 100 meters across a grassy plain, the Ogres with their stronger legs ended up in front while the Goblins lagged behind. The two groups drew away from each other and Dyne could not get too many of them in the area of his spell's effect.

Still, that was enough. After, Dyne's first objective was to pin down one Ogre.

"「Twine Plant」."

Dyne cast his spell, and vegetation moved under the feet of one of the Ogres, turning into vines that tangled around its feet. Immobilized by the abnormally resilient plant life, the Ogre roared in frustration.

At the same time, Ainz — followed by Erika — strolled leisurely forward.

They walked like they were taking a stroll, not standing fast against charging monsters.

As the Ogres running at the head of the mob approached him, Ainz reached his hands behind his back to grasp the hilts of his swords. Erika too reached under her cloak and forth her sheathed dagger.

Momon brandished his greatswords, tracing two great arcs in the air.

The dazzling light reflecting off the blades made the Swords of Darkness gasp in surprise.

The swords that Ainz wielded — each over 160 centimeters long — looked exceptionally ornate. They resembled works of actual weaponry forged from the flames of a great war.

A pair of single-edge blades. Their tips were sharp and pointy that it can pierce through any armor with ease, like a hot knife through butter. Their single-edges radiated a cold, sharp radiance, like death itself have embedded on those edges.

They were the weapons of a hero.

Ainz was holding a pair of hero's swords.

As they beheld his majestic figure, Swords of Darkness drew a breath in unison. If what they had seen before made them gasp, what they saw now was a scene that struck them dumb.

Swords got heavier the longer they were. Long swords like the ones Ainz was holding could not be wielded easily, even with weight-reducing magic. Granted, they already knew that Ainz possessed preternatural arm strength from their short time with him, but even so, they could not believe anyone could swing those greatswords with such ease.

However...

Ainz casually whipped them through the air like a pair of sticks. Truly, it was an awe-inspiring sight.

"Momon-san... What kind of man are you..." Peter breathed, as though speaking for everyone else.

As a warrior himself, he immediately knew just how strong one's arms would have to be to pull off a stunt like that. His shock was because he had no idea how long Momon had trained to reach that level of ability. Although he had always felt that Momon was on a different level from himself, being confronted with the truth made his legs tremble uncontrollably.

Even the unintelligent Goblins were terrified by the sight of Ainz, their legs slowing from their mad dash as they went around him to go for Peter and the others.

Only the Ogres, who were too stupid to be afraid and who were supremely confident in their brawn, continued heading toward Ainz.

As they closed in on him, the Ogres raised their clubs.

Ainz's greatswords might have been be long, but the Ogres, with their massive greatclubs, had a longer reach than him. But just as the Ogres were about to make their move, Ainz stepped forward.

His movements were as swift as the wind. And then, faster than that, he swung the greatsword in his right hand. The flashing blade left a silvery afterimage in its wake as it cleaved through the air.

The stroke was an astounding one — it raised goosebumps on the onlookers' skin. Even though the blade was not aimed at them, they could not help but feel that death stood by their side.

It was over in a single blow.

Ainz turned his gaze from the Ogres in front of him, seeking another target. As though waiting for Ainz to look away, the upper body of the Ogre slid off and fell wetly on the ground, leaving its motionless lower body body still standing. Yet, the spray of blood and organs and the vile stench that hung in the air proved that this was not an illusion.

The Ogre had been cut diagonally in half.

The battle was still on, but both sides were motionless. They were staring at this awesome sight.

It was slain in a single blow. Not even an Ogre's mighty physique could save it from the fate of being cut in two.

"...Amazing."

Someone muttered those words, which carried clearly across the silent battlefield.

"...Absolutely incredible. This is beyond mithril or orichalcum... No, could he be adamantite?"

Cleaving a foe into two parts.

That was not an impossible feat of arms. A rare few exponents of swordsmanship — or those bearing powerful magic weapons — might be able to do it. However, it was common sense that one could not use one's full strength when wielding a two-handed greatsword with one hand. After all, two-handed weapons were, as the name implied, intended to be wielded with both hands, using the weight of the weapon and the leverage of its length to do damage. They were not intended to be wielded by arm-strength alone.

In the face of this jaw-dropping sight, the Ogres unconsciously stopped moving, and began backing off with looks of fear on their faces. Ainz strode forth, shrinking the distance between himself and the Ogres.

"What's wrong? Not coming?"

His casual, relaxed words resounded through the battlefield.

These simple words filled the ogres with fear. After all, they had seen with their own eyes the vast disparity between their own power and Ainz's.

On his part, Ainz closed the gap to the Ogres with startling speed. His movements were swift, with a speed that someone should not even have possessed.

"Uooooh—!"

With a cry that sounded like a cross between a wail of despair and a shout, the Ogre before him raised his great club to smite the oncoming Ainz. However, everyone here knew in their guts that the Ogre was far, far, too slow.

As Ainz closed in, he swung the greatsword in his left hand horizontally.

The Ogre's upper body spun through the air, landing some distance away from the rest of its body.

This time, it had been transversely bisected.

"Momon-shi... Are you a monster...?"

As yet another breathtaking scene unfolded before their eyes, none of them could bring themselves to refute Dyne's words.

"...Then, as for the rest of you..."

Ainz stepped forward. The ugly faces of the ogres froze, and they retreated even faster.

The Goblins circled around the Ogres and Ainz's defensive line to attack Peter and the others. Swords of Darkness, stunned by the sights they had just seen, managed to react to the assault and began moving.

Peter raised his broadsword and large shield, prepared to take on the ten or so Goblins headed toward Hm. He slashed forward, sending a Goblin's head flying into the air, and then Peter evaded the arterial spray before entering melee with the other Goblins.

"Take this!"

The yellow toothed Goblins responded with a garbled cry that was hard on the ears.

Peter adroitly blocked the Goblin's club with his shield, while his magically reinforced armor took the rest of the hits with a low-pitched sound.

"「Magic Arrow」."

Two magical missiles struck the Goblin trying to attack Peter from behind. It collapsed like its strings had been cut.

Half of the Goblins surrounding Peter rushed the other three adventurers, but none of the Goblins dared attack Erika, who stood beside the storm of death called Ainz.

Lukrut put down his composite longbow and drew a short sword from his waist. Together with Dyne, who wielded a mace, the two of them ran to Ninya and their backs on her.

Lukrut and Dyne were matched against the five Goblins, and the odds seemed roughly even. Although the Goblins were being eliminated one by one, it was still very time consuming, under the present circumstances. Lukrut's face was a mask of pain as he endured the pain from his arm — it had been struck by a Goblin's club — as he thrust his shortsword into the gaps of his opponent's leather armor. Dyne had taken several hits as well, and as a result his movements slowed down, but he was not in mortal danger.

Ninya surveyed the battle anxiously, with an eye toward conversing her spells. Although some of the ogres were immobilized by magic, she might have to deal with them if the situation changed.

As for Peter, he was engaged in a fierce battle with six Goblins, and the struggle went back and forth several times.

The reason why they had not been overwhelmed by eleven Goblins was because the Goblins' charge had been blunted. After seeing Ainz's preternatural ability to kill Ogres in one blow, the Goblins' morale plummeted, and they could not make up their mind whether to flee or fight.

Then, Ainz swung his sword in a grand, sweeping arc, as though announcing his intent to utterly demoralize the Goblins.

As the sound of the displaced air swept into everyone's ears, they could hear the sound of a heavy weight hitting the ground. It was soon followed by two more such sounds.

Just as everyone had expected, the number of Ogre corpses steadily increased. There were two more Ogres struggling to hold on to life. One of them was pinned down by the grass, while the other was quaking in fear before Ainz.

Ainz's helmet turned to face the last Ogre who was still opposing him. The Ogre seemed to sense Ainz's expression through the slits of his closed helm, because it made a strange cry before turning to flee, discarding its greatclub as it ran for the forest. It was moving faster than when it charged, but there was no escape for it.

"Erika, do it."

As the merciless order rang through the air, Erika — who had been standing by behind Ainz — nodded slightly.

"「Shard Buckshot」."

The translucent, blue crystal shards zoomed through the air in frightening speeds, and the sharp points of shards cleanly pierced the fleeing Ogre's body. It even pierced through the Ogre behind it, the one which had been entangled by Dyne's spell.

That single spell finished off two Ogres. In a very brutal way.

"Run!"

"Run away! Run away!"

The Goblins, who had watched this scene in stunned silence, began fleeing as they screamed in terror. However, Peter was too fast for them, and the demoralized Goblins were no threat to him.

The adventurers felled the Goblins two and three at a time. In addition, Ninya — no longer bound to conserve mana — began throwing attack spells into the fray. In the blink of an eye, the Goblins had been crushed with no survivors.

Amidst the vile corpse-stench that hung in the air, Dyne healed Lukrut's and Peter's wounds with the spell 「Light Healing」. With nothing else to do, Ninya began cutting off the Goblins' ears with a dagger.

They would be paid for turning in the ears to the guild. Of course, adventurers did not claim their bounty with monsters' ears alone. Rather, they submitted different body parts as appropriate for different types of monsters. However, Goblins and Ogres were demihumans, so for the most part, ears were used in their case.

Ninya cut the ears off with practiced ease, and then she noticed that Ainz was looking around the place where most of the Ogres had died. He seemed to be searching for something.

"What's wrong?"

After hearing Ninya's question, Ainz lifted his head and replied:

"Ah, I was just thinking... Do these monsters drop items, in particular, crystals or the like?"

"...Crystals? I've never heard of Ogres carrying anything like crystals. Unless you're talking about Erika-san's crystal shards she used earlier."

"I see. And no, I wasn't looking for her crystals, I was just wondering if they carried treasure."

"Indeed. I'd be jumping for joy if Ogres had treasure too," Ninya replied as she removed the Ogre's ears with practiced movements.

"Still... You're amazing, Momon-san. I knew you were a warrior who was proud of his abilities, but I didn't you'd be that amazing."

As they heard Ninya's words, the other three adventurers, who had finished with their healing magic, told Ainz:

"That was great! I'm in awe of you, as a fellow warrior. How did you train up your arms like that?"

"I thought you were quite wealthy from the way you were accompanied by Erika-chan, but what kind of swords are those? I've never seen such valuable-looking swords before."

"I know now that what you said at the guild was not a bluff. Truly, you're on par with the Kingdom's mightiest warrior. Or at least even greater."

Erika seemed to held her nose high as she watched from the side. However, Ainz was frantically waving his hands about:

"Oh, there's no need to say that, it was nothing much."

"Nothing much..."

Peter and friends smiled bitterly.

"...After that battle, I finally understand what they mean by 'always someone better.'"

"I'm sure you'll all be able to surpass me with ease."

Ainz's reply made the smiles of the Swords of Darkness' faces even more bitter.

Peter and the others had worked hard to make themselves stronger, and they had carefully saved all their earnings, using them to strengthen themselves. They could get along because they all shared the same goal. However, even when they looked back on all the effort they had put in since becoming adventurers, none of them could imagine themselves on Ainz's level. To the Swords of Darkness, Ainz stood upon a pinnacle that almost nobody could reach.

This person travelling with them would someday become a hero, whose name would be known to all. He would become a great person that would stand atop all adventurers.

Everyone was certain of that.

Although it was some time from dusk, the adventurers were already setting up camp.

Ainz took the wooden poles handed to him by others and erected them around the campsite. Because they had to shelter a horse and wagon, the campsite in question was around twenty meters on each side and covered a fairly large area.

The poles went into four points around the campsite, and then thin, blackened ropes were tied around the poles, forming a perimeter. Finally, they tied a knot in one of the ropes and pulled it over to their tents, where they attached a big Bell to it. This was their alarm system.

As Ainz was driving the poles into the ground, Erika came around.

...Erika should have some work to do... Maybe she's finished. But if that man (Lukrut) made her mad again, all I can do is gently talk to her... Like an adult to a child, I guess...? Touch Me-san, where are you when I needed you the most.

With those thoughts in mind, Ainz turned around. As he did, Erika spoke, in a low, quiet voice that suggested that she was curious of something:

"...Are you having any trouble with that, Momon-san?"

Ainz sighed in relief as he learned the reason of her curiosity. He looked around, and the quietly replid:

"It's fine, everyone's working together to pitch camp. It would be odd if I don't know how camping works, no?"

"Y-Yes, that is true. But I have a question to ask, have they not seen your extraordinary fighting skill? From what I heard, people should do what they are suited for, so this sort should be left to people like them?"

"You don't say... Listen, there are times when great people work like they are of the weak, especially when it goes with the saying of a certain man "A measure of a man is how he does with power." In other simplistic terms than that, greatness comes on what he does do with power. Whether it may be great or small, everything can be measured on what the world views of his own work. Either way, that was my answer, I apologize if it greatly confuses you."

Erika shook her head to show that she did not feel confused by his words, and Ainz could feel her curiosity was satisfied behind that mask of hers.

He could tell that she was testing him, almost as if she was expecting him to say that. On the other hand, the thought that this might be actually the case.

The truth was that Ainz was having a lot of fun with these outdoor activities. After all, this was something he could not experience in the virtual world of YGGDRASIL, let alone real life, and thus it was filled with novelty. Although the whole thing had taken too much time, it also reminded Ainz of the adventures he had exploring unknown places in YGGDRASIL.

If there weren't any kind of trouble, without any possible encounter with hostile players, me and Pandora would probably have gone traveling without a second thought.

The undead did not need to eat, drink, or breathe. That being the case, they could climb high mountains with their own two legs, or walk into the ocean depths. He would have enjoyed himself by witnessing the unknown vistas of the world. With Pandora, of course.

However, now that the people he met and saved — the villagers of Carne Village — as well as his new subordinates sworn under his name, Ainz felt that he should repay them by being their leader and their savior.

Ainz cast his thoughts aside and calmly returned to his work. After hammering the four wooden poles into the ground, he tied the rope around themband then raised the tent over it.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Think nothing of it."

Lukrut was inside the tent, and he thanked Ainz without looking at him. It was kind of rude, but it was not as though he was slacking off either. He had been digging a hole for a stove since just now.

The magic caster — Ninya — was pacing about the surroundings, incanting a spell as she went. This was an 「Alarm」spell, and as the name suggested, it was a spell of warning that would trigger if anything trespassed on their camp. Though it had a small area of effect, it was still useful just in case.

This spell, which did not exist in YGGDRASIL, made Ainz narrow his eyes.

Although he had seen it once before, but it still intrigued him since he has his new subordinates, as a magic caster, he still felt the desire to know about the spells he had never seen before.

The magic Ninya used was a spell of the arcane type, like the kind that Ainz could cast. In addition, it looked very similar to a YGGDRASIL spell. Ainz had used a racial skill called Dark Wisdom to perform a rite which increased the number of spells he knew. Including the other wisdoms, Light, Druidic, Arcana, and Warrior's Martial Prowess and Wisdom. Though the latter provided skills exclusively to that of warriors.

Could I learn spells that weren't in YGGDRASIL, by making a special rite? Or is there another way? There's so many things I know nothing about...

As Ninya realised that Ainz was staring at herself, she smiled and drew closer to Ainz.

"Ah, there's no need to watch me so intently. It must be pretty boring, right?"

"Well, I'm curious about magic, and I'm interested in what you're doing, Ninya-san."

"No way... But I'm far below to Erika-san, aren't I?"

"Well, probably... But then again, you might know more spells that Erika doesn't."

Erika seemed to nodded slightly, but Ainz noticed from the corner of eye that the feeling on her nod that she knew more offensive and defensive spells rather than the miscellaneous type.

"I'd like to cast spells like you, Ninya-san."

"You're greedy, Momon-san. To think you'd want spellcasting ability even though your swordsmanship is so amazing... No, I should say that you're being an adventurer, right?"

"Magic doesn't seem like the sort of thing that you can learn in one or two days. Well, you need to connect the world, but only people with the appropriate talent can do it. If not, you'll need a long time to experience it."

Those words came from Lukrut, who had cut in without turning to look from where he was setting up the campfire. Ninya's face turned serious:

"Mm. Momon-san, I think you have that talent. You're different from other people... Kind of like you're not human at all."

Ainz's nonexistent heart seemed to lurch in his chest. Ainz wondered if Ninya sensed that he was an undead.

Although he had already veiled himself in illusions and counter-detection spells, Ninya might have seen through Ainz with an unknown spell or some sort of special ability. Therefore, Ainz asked Ninya:

"...Is that so? I feel that I am strong, but not inhumanly so. You've seen my face as well, so wouldn't you think that as well?"

"I'm not talking about appearances... It's just that after seeing you fight, you're clearly beyond the realm of humanity. Taking out an Ogre with one blow... As I thought, a real man gets by on strength, not looks. And you've got someone so young like Erika-san with you."

Upon closer consideration, Lukrut seemed to be saying that the illusionary face which Ainz showed them was an ugly one. However, when he thought about the looks of everyone he had met so far, Ainz could only sit down and accept his opinion.

There's too many handsome men and beautiful women in this world! Even the passersby look attractive. After coming here, I've got a worse opinion of my own looks...

"Appearances aside, Lukrut has a point. A hero is someone who surpasses the realm of human possibility. I get that feeling from you too."

"No, that too much... I wouldn't dare claim to be any sort of hero, even if I was to be polite."

As Ainz feigned embarrassment while answering Ninya, he resisted the urge to sigh in relief.

"If it's convenient for you... Would you like to meet my master? Master's talent lies in detecting an individual's magical power. If you were born with magical potential, Master should be able to sense it. When it comes to arcane magic casters, Master can even differentiate between by the tiers of magic which they can cast."

"I've been meaning to ask for a while… Is that talent the same as the one possessed by the Empire's head magician?"

"Yes, it's the same talent."

Ainz could not let information like this slip through his hands. He had to continue asking about it.

"...What is this ability like?"

"Ahh, according to Master, we magic casters radiate something like an aura from our bodies. The more adept one becomes in magic, the stronger this aura becomes. Master has the ability to see these auras."

"Oh… oh."

Ainz immediately suppressed the quiet surprise in his tone, and in order to cover it up, promptly responded in a more normal tone.

"This was how Master gathered up talented children and trained them in magic. I was recruited by Master in that way," Ninya continued.

Ainz nodded and mused silently in his heart. Sothere's actually people with abilities like that. This could be troublesome... Or perhaps, an opportunity to find out how capable those people are.

"Then, if I wanted to learn how to cast spells, where should I begin?"

"For starters, you'd need a proper teacher."

"...And how about becoming your disciple, Ninya-san?"

"Hm… you should probably find someone more skilled than myself. However, schools in the Kingdom are very exclusive and people without connections can't join the guilds that handle magic. Even if you could join, most of the recruits would be immature kids. It would be very difficult for someone of your age to get in without some kind of special networking, Momon-san. On that note, the Empire has a full-fledged magical academy, and the Theocracy has a very high standard of magical education as well, though that's for divine magic."

"I see, so if I entered the Empire's magical academy, I could learn magic?"

"That would be pretty difficult. The academy is an educational institution run by the government, so I think you'd have to be a citizen of the Empire to study there."

"Is that so…"

"And as for becoming my disciple, though I apologise for it, I must refuse. I have something I want to do, and I don't have the free time to train people."

Ninya's face went grim. There were hints of hostility amidst the negative emotion there.

Maybe I shouldn't pry too deeply. There's no merit to doing so.

Just as Ainz came to that conclusion, Lukrut interrupted his train of thought with casual words:

"Oi~ sorry to interrupt your conversation, but dinner's ready. Do you mind calling those three back here?"

"Let me go, Momon-san."

"Ehhhh~ Erika-chan, you're going off? Why not stay with me and make a dinner filled with love?"

"Shut up, you pervert! Don't you have any sense of decency?!"

"Enough, Erika. Would you mind stop acting like that? It's making me more curious who were your parents, and how they raised you."

"Yes! I'm sorry! But I Understand!"

After thanking Ninya, Ainz approached the two people working quietly on the ground, a short distance from the tent.

Peter and Dyne were focused on caring for their weapons. They oiled them to prevent rust from building up, inspected them carefully to see if they were bent, and so on.

There were fresh dents on their armor, and cracks on their swords from where they had clashed with the Goblins' weapons. Naturally, these defects had to be remedied as soon as possible, and the two of them were so focused that Ainz did not know whether he should call out to them.

After telling them that dinner was ready, he informed Nfirea about the matter at the place where the wagon was tied up, a short distance away.

The sun touched the horizon, and the group had their dinner against the ruby radiance of its dying light.

In their hands, they held bowls of thick stew flavoured with bacon bits, as well as toasted bread, dried figs, walnuts, and other nuts. This was today's dinner.

Ainz looked at the bowl of stew in his hands. It appeared to be very salty. He could not feel the heat of the bowl through his metal gauntlets, but judging from the way everyone else was digging into it with big mouthfuls and not blowing on it to cool it down, it should have been just the right temperature.

Now then, what shall I do?

Ainz was undead, and he could not eat with this body of his. In addition, he had disguised his appearance with an illusion. If he tried to drink soup with his skeletal mouth and body, it would probably spill out right away.

He could not let the others see that, no matter what.

This was unknown food and drink from an unknown world. Though the dishes before him were plain fare, Ainz felt that it was a shame to not be able to enjoy them.

Though he no longer had a need or desire to eat, he was unhappy with the fact that he could not consume the delicious-looking food that piqued his curiosity.

For the first time since he had come to this world, he regretted this undead body of his.

"Ah~ is there something you're scared of eating?" Lukrut asked as he noted that Ainz had not touched his food.

"No, it's just a personal matter."

"Is that so? Then you don't need to force yourself, right? Although, we're eating now, so could you take off your helmet?"

"...It's a religious reason. I can't eat with more than four people on a day when I take life."

"Oh… that's an unusual faith you follow, Momon-shi. Still, the world is large, and religions like that aren't particularly strange."

The doubt in their eyes faded away once they learned that it had something to do with religion.

It seems religions in this world are a complicated matter.

As Ainz thought that, he gave silent thanks to the gods he did not believe in for somehow letting him muddle through this. Then, he asked Peter:

"I recall your team name is Swords of Darkness, but I don't see a black blade among you…?"

On the topic of the group's weapons, Peter used a longsword with an ordinary enchantment, Lukrut favored the bow and arrow, Dyne used a mace, and Ninya used a staff. Peter's sword and Lukrut's backup shortsword were both blades, but neither of them had a color that was anywhere close to "dark."

There was a technique to tint metal a different color by depositing a special powder on its surface, so creating a black sword was not a difficult task. Rather, it seemed odd that none of them bore a blade of that color.

"Ah, so it's that kind of question."

Lukrut smiled bitterly, as though someone had brought up an embarrassing memory. Ninya's face flushed bright red, a distinctly different color from the fire's glow.

"They're the swords of Ninya's dreams."

"Come on, that's enough, I was just being childish."

"That's nothing to feel bad about! It's important to have a great dream!"

"Give me a break Dyne, I'm serious."

Good-natured laughter accompanied Ninya's teasing by the other Swords of Darkness. Ninya, on the other hand, was so embarrassed that she was looking for a hole to crawl into. It would seem the name Swords of Darkness contained a secret that only its members knew.

"Well, the name 'Swords of Darkness' refers to the swords borne by one of the Thirteen Heroes."

The smiling Peter stopped there, seemingly unwilling to go any further.

Even if he says that, I'm not sure what's going on… Still, I know that the Thirteen Heroes were the superheroes who destroyed the Demon Gods, who were rampaging across the world two hundred years ago. If I'm ignorant about these heroes and their gear… Would it be embarrassing? Or should I just say that I know?

Just as Ainz was agonizing over this issue, Erika cut in from aside.

"What are they? I've heard about them from my mother's stories, but I wanted to hear your version of the Thirteen Heroes."

Wonderful. Ainz struck a victory pose in his heart, but surprise crossed the faces of the members of Swords of Darkness.

Just about anyone would be shocked that someone knew nothing about the magic weapons for which the team was named.

"Erika-chan, you did know, didn't you?… Well, it's not as though it's unforgivable. He was one of the Thirteen Heroes, but because people thought he had demonic ancestry, he ended up being more of an anti-hero instead. Therefore, his origins were covered up in the saga of the Thirteen Heroes… though I've heard that he was a very powerful person."

"The Swords of Darkness belonged to the man known as 'Black Knight.' It was one of the four swords he possessed. There was the demonic blade Kilineyram, which could emit dark energy, the blade of rot, Crocdabal, which inflicted wounds that would not heal, the fatal blade Sfeiz, which could kill with the merest scratch, as well as the evil blade Hyumilis, whose powers are unknown."

"Oh—"

Everyone smiled bitterly at Erika's unenthusiastic reply. As though she seemed to have heard that version plentiful of times. It would seem that her mother's version must be more detailed than they previously thought.

However, Ainz tilted his head in pensive musing. Those abilities seemed familiar.

After careful thought, the image of a vampire appeared in his mind. Those special abilities were similar to the skills possessed by Shalltear Bloodfallen — an NPC from the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick which he formerly ruled over — who had levels in the Cursed Knight class.

Cursed Knights had the backstory of being corrupted cleric-knights who had been cursed, and they were considered to be a very strong class in YGGDRASIL. However, they had a lot of drawbacks, so they were not very popular. Among the skills Cursed Knights could learn was the ability to release waves of darkness, inflict cursed wounds which could not be healed by low level healing spells, instant death curses, and so on.

Ainz narrowed his illusory eyes under his helmet. This was not a coincidence. While the Swords of Darkness might be weapons with powers similar to those of a Cursed Knight, it was more likely that the hero himself was a Cursed Knight.

If that were the case, when one considered the prerequisites to become a Cursed Knight, it was certain that this "Black Knight" was at least level sixty — no, if one considered that he had to actually learn all those skills as well, he would have to be at least level seventy.

It would seem the Demon Gods were evenly matched against heroes like that, so it was a reasonable hypothesis that their levels were roughly the same. However, Nigun of the Sunlight Scripture said that the Dominion Authority which he summoned could defeat a Demon God, so it would seem that the Demon Gods and the Heroes were not on the same level.

After comparing this new information with what he already knew, it seemed logical that the Demon Gods were not all equally powerful. However, the only way to know for sure would be to meet that hero or obtain that sword.

As Ainz pondered this, the rest of the group continued talking. Ainz hurriedly shifted his attention to their conversation; it would be a shame to miss out on a chance to learn something because he was distracted.

"—So finding those swords was my first objective. There's a lot of legends about weapons out there, but some of them have been proven to exist. The thing is that the existence of the Swords of Darkness is still a mystery—"

"Ah, there's someone out there who possesses one of the Swords of Darkness."

After Nfirea calmly dropped that bombshell, the Swords of Darkness turned on him:

"Who, who's that!?"

"Uwah! Really? So that means there's only three left!"

"Oh, that means we won't be able to distribute them evenly to everyone now…"

Nfirea gingerly replied:

"Er, about that… the person who owns that sword is the leader of the adventuring party called 'Blue Rose.'"

"Geh, adamantite, you say? Adventurers like that? Then it can't be helped."

"That's true. Still, there's three of them left; let's work hard so we can be strong enough to take them into possession."

"Indeed. Since one of them is the real deal, that means that the other three exist as well. I hope these swords are hidden in a place that nobody's discovered until us."

"Ninya, you'd best write it down in your diary so you don't forget."

"I know, I'll write it down for sure. However, the stuff in there is personal, so shouldn't you memorize it instead?"

"It's better to have a hard copy!"

"Is that the problem, Dyne…"

"Still, we have 'that.'"

"What is 'that?'"

"This, Momon-san."

Peter took a dagger with four jewels embedded into its scabbard. It had a black blade.

"Before we discover the real thing, I planned to use this as the party's symbol…"

"Still, 'Blade of Darkness' would work just as well as 'Swords of Darkness,'" right? Come to think of it, it's not as though it's a fake. It'll make the perfect symbol of our group!"

"Oooh, Lukrut's making sense for once!"

The adventurers laughed, radiating an air of camaraderie.

Ainz was affected by this as well, and smiled in response. They probably felt the same way about that dagger as Ainz did about the staff which represented the guild.

The dinner conversation continued, and Swords of Darkness, having the advantage of numbers, tossed questions out at Ainz, Erika, and Nfirea.

Ainz responded as best as he could, but he still felt a barrier separating him from Swords of Darkness. This was because Ainz lacked knowledge about this world, and he could not engage too fully lest his ignorance be revealed. Thus, Ainz kept quiet about things he did not know, which in turn led to him drawing even further away from the adventurers in a vicious cycle.

Though the adventurers tried to chat up Erika, all she did was respond with the best she could, and at the same time, berating Lukrut for his usual perverted antics. The Swords of Darkness got along with her quite easily.

Nfirea, on the other hand, was handling this quite well.

As a native of this world, he got along better with the others than Ainz. He was observant and could follow the adventurers' discussion well.

...It's nothing. I had friends like these once.

These childish thoughts, almost like a tantrum, ran through Ainz's head as he watched the others chatting happily in the campfire's light.

They seemed very close to each other, but that was only to be expected of a group of comrades who trod the edge of life and death in each other's company. Nfirea had a look of envy on his face as he looked upon them.

Ainz recalled his friends from the past, and under his helmet, he quietly ground his teeth in jealousy.

—Once, he had been like them.

"...Well, you seem like a chummy bunch. Are all adventurers like that?"

"I should think so. After all, adventurers are colleagues who face death together. It'd be dangerous if they didn't understand each other and what they planned to do. So somewhere along the way, adventurers end up being quite close to each other."

"Indeed. After all, we don't have any women in our team. I heard that parties with women tend to have a lot of arguments."

"...Yeah."

With an indecipherable smile, Ninya continued:

"And if there were, Lukrut would be the first to raise questions. After all, our group has a very clear objective, right?"

Peter and the others nodded in unison.

"...Just like that. It feels completely different when everyone is of one mind."

"Hmm? Momon-san, were you in an adventuring party before?"

Ainz did not know how to answer Nfirea's question, but right now, he had no need to make up some strange excuse to cover it up.

"We probably didn't count as… Adventurers."

He could not help but take a somber tone as he thought about his past friends. After all, he still had emotions — even though his body was undead — and his friends were the people that Ainz treasured most.

Sensing Ainz's difficulty in answering, nobody pursued the matter, and silence fell upon the group.

Amidst this quiet, so deep and so total that it felt like they were the only people in the world, Ainz unconsciously raised his head and looked into the star-studded night sky.

"When I was still a weakling, a paladin of pure white with sword and shield in hand saved me. Through him, I met four more comrades. And so, we formed a team that numbered six people, including myself. In addition, after that, we met three more weak people like ourselves, and we ended up as a team of nine people."

"Ohh—" someone exclaimed quietly, amidst the crackling of the campfire. However, Ainz was not bothered, and he continued recounting the story of the original nine members of what would become Ainz Ooal Gown.

"They were all excellent companions. A paladin, a swordmaster, a priest, an ass… a thief, a two-sword nin… a two-sword thief, a sorcerer, a chef, a blacksmith… they were all irreplaceable friends. We had countless adventures together, and even now, I still haven't been able to forget those days."

Through them, he had learned the meaning of friendship. He once thought he would have been ignored in YGGDRASIL, like in the real world, but unlike reality, they ended up being the best of friends, who would extend a helping hand to each other at any time. And so, as the number of group members steadily increased, they shared their joys and their sorrows together.

Therefore, the guild called Ainz Ooal Gown was a treasure to Ainz. He would ensure its brilliance was never diminished, even if he had to discard or destroy everything to do so. As well as continuing to inherit its wishes even though it was disbanded.

"I'm sure you'll find companions like them again someday."

In response to Ninya's comforting words, Ainz stopped and let out sobered tone:

"That day... I hope it will come."

The soberness in Ainz's tone startled everyone, even himself. Alarmed by what he had said, Ainz slowly rose to his feet.

"...Forgive me. Erika, I'll have my dinner over there. I need some time to be alone."

"...Then please take care, Momon-san."

"Really… Well, if it's a religious matter, then it can't be helped."

There was a hint of regret in Peter's voice, but he did not insist on their staying.

Although Ainz noticed the depressed look on Ninya's face, Ainz did not intend to say anything more to her.

Perhaps a simple "I'm not bothered by it" would have sufficed.

The Momon had his dinner in the corner of the roped-off campsite area.

The ones who stayed behind discussed the man which had left. It was only to be expected, given what the absent person had accomplished today.

Then, the conversation grew to a halt, and silence descended upon the group. The campfire crackled and spat glowing embers which danced into the sky. As Ninya watched the glowing traces vanish into the air, he muttered in a self-chastising tone:

"...I think I said something I shouldn't have."

"Umu. It seems like something happened in his past."

Dyne nodded deeply, and then Peter continued:

"I guess they were all wiped out. I've seen that sort of reaction from people who lost all their friends in battle."

"That... must be hard to bear. Even if we're used to walking the edge of death together, losing a friend is still…"

"That's right, Lukrut. The words spoken just now were not the best that could have been said."

"Well, what's said cannot be unsaid. Therefore, we need to do something that makes him change his mind about those words."

Ninya looked quite depressed as she replied, and then she quietly continued, "I know what it's like to lose someone, so why didn't I put myself into his shoes?"

"You are not wrong, Ninya-san."

Erika, surprisingly, responded Ninya.

"Why is it so, Erika-san?" Ninya asked, feeling shocked that Erika too had lost someone valuable in the past.

"I too had lost people whom I care and love about. And... I know this isn't my place to tell you guys about this. But, for the sake of fully understanding what he have just felt. He did not lost only eight of his mentioned comrades, but he has in fact, forty others — including those he mentioned — whom he had lost. All forty of them... All of them who had at least comparable strength as at of Momon-san... They were all gone."

"A-All forty of them?!"

Everyone in the group, including Nfirea, was completely shocked of that information. Who knew that Momon had those many comrades, and yet, he didn't even mentioned the other thirty two people.

But to think he lost all forty of them, who had similar strength to him must have been hard, even for someone great like Momon.

"How did you know about this, Erika-shi?"

"...My father told me about it. He's one of the very few people who knew about their existence and how much they accomplished over the years. He even told me stories how they've been doing during one of their many adventures. Their hardships, their sorrows, their joys... Seeing how you are all chums together must have brought up those memories."

By this, nobody responded to her story.

The campfire's logs cracked loudly and spat embers amidst the silence.

In an attempt to lighten the heaviness in the air, Nfirea gingerly spoke:

"...Momon-san's fighting was really spectacular."

As though waiting for these words, Peter immediately added:

"Yeah, I didn't think it would be so amazing. He cut an Ogre clean in two…"

"That was seriously over the top."

"Beating an Ogre in one blow is amazing in it's own right, but how good do you have to be to cleave it in half?"

The Swords of Darkness looked at each other after hearing Nfirea's puzzled question.

Nfirea was a young man who was famous for his innate talent, as well as an excellent magic caster. Although he might well shake the world with his abilities, it was difficult for him to understand the full extent of Ainz's prowess without another warrior for comparison.

With that in mind, Peter began explaining to Nfirea, in a way that was as easy to understand as possible:

"Normally, greatswords are used in a hacking fashion, but he employed a slashing method. Usually, when using a greatsword one-handed, it would be very difficult to sever the limbs of enemies as large as Ogres… But it would seem there's an exception to that now."

Nfirea gasped as he heard Peter's words. Peter felt that Nfirea was not sufficiently awed, and decided to name someone he might be more familiar with:

"Honestly speaking, I think Momon-san is on the same level as the Kingdom's Warrior-Captain."

Nfirea's eyes widened in astonishment. He finally understood what the Swords of Darkness thought of Ainz's abilities.

"...That is to say, he could be an adamantite ranked adventurer… Those people who are the highest ranked adventurers, living legends, in other words, the mightiest human beings?"

"Indeed," Peter replied as he nodded gently. Nfirea looked around at the other members of the Swords of Darkness, who were also nodding in approval. Erika as well did the same.

He was dumbfounded.

Adamantite ranked adventurers possessed guild plates made of adamantite, a rare magical material which was the hardest metal known to man. If adventurers and their numbers formed a pyramid, then adamantite ranked adventurers would occupy the peak, and would be correspondingly scarce. Both the Kingdom and the Empire only boasted two teams of adamantite ranked adventurers each.

Their abilities were at the zenith of human potential. One might even call them heroes.

And Momon was a person who could rival them.

"That's incredible…"

One could hear the utter amazement in those words.

"At first… The first time I saw Momon-san, dressed in a stylish black coat while wearing the copper plate belonging to the lowliest of adventurers, I felt pretty jealous, but now that I've seen that he has the skills to match his looks, there's nothing more I can say. He — Momon-san's abilities are worthy of his stylish coat. I'm kind of jealous of how strong he is..."

Peter the warrior did not wear full-plate. Instead, he sported a suit of banded armor, which was somewhat less protective. This was not by personal preference; rather, it was the best body armor he could afford with his limited resources.

"Don't worry about it; I'm sure you'll be able to buy a suit of full plate soon, Peter."

"Indeed. You should work hard towards that goal. Really, you should be glad that you're fortunate enough to be able to witness an example of what it's like to be at the top."

"Ninya's right, all you need to do is work hard to reach the target of Momon-san. We'll support you too, so let's move forward together."

"That's right! Slowly but surely, your hard work will pay off! I'm sure that Momon-shi must have trained even longer than you did!"

Dyne's words awoke doubts in Nfirea's heart:

"Have you seen what Momon-san looks like under his helmet?"

Ainz had not removed his helm after meeting Nfirea, not even while eating. How he drank was also a mystery.

"Yes, we have. He looks like an average person… Though not one from nearby. He and Erika-san have black hair and black eyes."

"I'm still here, you know." Erika called out from the side.

"Is that so… Did he say which country he was from?"

The Swords of Darkness looked at each other, and they suddenly realized that Nfirea seemed very interested in that topic.

"Well, he didn't elaborate much on that… Hey, Erika. Where did you guys come from anyway?"

"...We're from a distant land, we don't talk much about it."

"Really now… ah, no, I was just thinking that if you guys came from a distant country, you people probably use different potions than what was available in the surrounding region. It's just my curiosity as a herbalist talking."

"I see — well, he does seem to be from the same place as Erika-chan, yet their looks are worlds apart — he doesn't look handsome at all. Would anyone like people like that—?"

"He isn't, he chose to be plain and simple. That is, is what he said he would."

"Well, it's true that he doesn't look like much, but with his strength, I'm sure there must be countless girls throwing themselves at him."

Powerful individuals were popular. This was because this world had monsters in it, and humans were on the bottom end of the power curve. As a result, the innate instincts of women made them desire strong males.

"Haah~ don't tell me my feelings will never bear fruit~"

"Nah, it's impossible. I don't think there was even a flower to begin with," Ninya replied with a bitter smile as she recalled Erika's reaction. Noticing the person in question, she nodded her head in response.

"Utter nonsense. In any case, the important thing is to keep pushing and pushing and pushing. Eagerness is the key. 'Sides, she's a super cute girl, right Erika?" Erika scoffed in reply, "If she's just a little bit nicer to me, it'll mean I've won at life."

"...She does look very pretty…"

Halfway through his somber reply, Dyne noticed that Nfirea had a bitter look on his face.

"Nfirea-shi, is something wrong?"

"Ah, no. Er, it's nothing…"

"Oya?"

Lukrut grinned lewdly. "What, you're in love with Erika-chan?"

"Of course not!" Nfirea retorted with unnecessary loudness. From the intensity of his reaction, Peter sensed that they should not keep pressing him. Instead, he said:

"Lukrut, you're being rude. Think before you talk."

Nfirea looked uncomfortable, and he was not sure how to respond to Lukrut's sincere apology.

"No, it's not like that. Well… I'm just a little uneasy… would Momon-san really be that popular?"

"...Looks aside, he'd be a hit just going by his strength alone. Plus, he looks pretty wealthy, given the coat he wears and the swords he carries…"

"Ah…"

Nfirea's face was cast in shadow. With the tone of a senior speaking to a junior, Peter carefully asked:

"Is something the matter?"

Nfirea wanted to speak, but cut himself off halfway. The effect repeated itself over and over again, making him look like a goldfish. However, Peter and the others did not press him — there was no need to force an answer out of him if he did not want to talk about it. Soon, however, Nfirea made up his mind, and finally managed to speak.

"Um — it's because I don't want to let the person I like in Carne Village fall in love with Momon-san."

The Swords of Darkness deftly picked up on the hidden message within those words, and then smiled warmly.

"All right then, young man. Onii-san here will teach you his amazing technique—"

Erika suddenly punched Lukrut, drawing a queer howl from the latter. The Swords of Darkness paid no heed to the look of agony on Lukrut's face and made to comfort the stunned Nfirea.

Lit by the radiance of the campfire, the boy finally smiled.

At the same time—

The thrust went through the steel helmet, along with the forehead beneath it.

The body shook violently, and then collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The metal armor clanged loudly in the night. He prayed that someone would hear the sound, but nobody would come to E-Rantel's beggar's district, which had been practically been abandoned by the residents. That was why the client had arranged to meet them here, after all.

The man glared at the young woman before him. However, it was clear that he was just putting on a brave front. He had the lost the will to fight after seeing the woman casually kill three of his fellows.

The young woman who had murdered his colleagues flicked her bloodstained stilettos. The ichor scattered in all directions, and the blades recovered their cold shine.

"Nfufufu~ and then there was one, Onii-san~"

The woman revealed her canines with a predatory grin.

"Why, why are you doing this?"

He knew it was a stupid question, but the man had no idea why this was happening to him.

These men were the dropouts among the adventurers. The term for them was "Workers," or dusk workers. They took on jobs which were borderline, or sometimes outright illegal.

This might have been the result of some sort of grudge, but he had never worked in this city before. Neither had he seen this girl before.

"Ah, why I did this? Well now~ I just wanted you, Onii-san~"

The man did not understand what the girl was talking about. He blinked several times, and then asked:

"What, what do you mean?"

"That famous herbalist's grandson isn't at home~ I wanted someone to keep an eye on them for me and see when they got back. I can't be bothered with such troublesome things~"

"Then all you need to do was ask! Weren't you planning to do that in the first place!?"

Workers like themselves would gladly take illegal jobs, so he had no idea why this girl was slaughtering them.

"Nonono, you might have betrayed me~"

"We will never betray our employer once we've been paid the appointed fee!"

"Hmmm~? Then how about this? I like killing people, I love it, I'm absolutely crazy about it. Ah, and I like torture too," the young woman added with a giggle.

After hearing this nonsensical reply, the man's face hardened and he said, "You're insane! Why!?

"Why...?"

The young woman's voice changed. The joking, teasing tone from just now was gone.

"Hmmm... I wonder why? Perhaps it was because my job involved killing lost of people? Maybe it was because I was constantly compared to my amazing big brother? How they loved him instead of me? Or how I was raped constantly before I became strong? Because my friends died in front of me? Or maybe it's because I messed up and got captured and tortured for several days? Heated choke pears hurt, you know~"

It seemed as though there was only a little girl before him. But in the blink of an eye, a smile bloomed on the woman's face.

"Just kidding~ I was making it all up, it's a lie, a lie — never happened to me. Still, even if you knew, would it change anything? I'm this way because things piled up — ah, speaking of which, I need to thank Khazi-chan for helping me suss out all this info, I'm so glad I could meet you all right away~ you should know how long it takes to find help~"

The girl released her stilettos, which were pulled down by gravity and sank into the ground. Judging by their abnormal sharpness, they must hard been made of something other than simple steel.

"This is orichalcum~ More precisely, its orichalcum alloyed over mithril. Pretty good stuff."

The fact that she bore such exotic weaponry was a sign of the woman's prowess. In other words, he had no chance of victory.

"Then~ time for the next step. I can't use you if you're heavily wounded, Onii-san... Buuuut Khazi-chan can heal you with divine magic no matter how much I hurt you~ which means I get to enjoy torturing you as muuuuch as I like, no?"

As she uttered those bone-chilling words, she drew another pair of stilettos from under her robe.

"These should be good... Sorry if I miss~"

It was adorable, the way she stuck her tongue out at him. However, her filthy, blackened heart was visible for all to see.

The man turned his back to her and ran. Although he heard an exaggerated gasp of surprise from the young woman, he still ran with every ounce of strength in him. He was proud of his sense of direction, and he used it to the full as he ran through the lightless dark.

However, there was a clattering noise from behind him, followed by the woman's calm voice.

"—Too slow~"

Searing pain filled his shoulder. His first thought was that he had been stabbed by a stiletto, and then a shadow fell over his thoughts.

It was mind control.

The man desperately tried to resist, but that only mired his consciousness further in darkness.

The voice of "a friend" came from behind him.

"Ah~ Are you all right? Is the wound deep?"

"Mm, no, it's fine," the man smiled as he turned to face "his friend."

"Is that's so? That's wonderful~"

A dreadful smile bloomed on the young woman's face.

After reaping the fruits of her reward. Clementine felt actually good since coming to E-Rantel. She gets to torture people for fun, toying guys who were trying their hardest to defend themselves, and most of all, doing all of the above at the same time. It was refreshing, really, she has this thing for torturing people after all.

With a giggle, Clementine hummed her way back to the cemetery via the Beggar's District. Since this district was practically abandoned by the residents, it should be noteworthy that she could do anything at night time in this district. Especially when she gets to do her favorite pastime: Torture.

As the former Black Scripture member casually strolled in the middle of the night, without a care of the world to challenge her. A voice, both chilling and intimidating, called out to her:

"You seem to be having fun."

Clementine stopped humming, and at response to that voice who sounded a lot like a man, she turned around. Her facade of joking around just now was gone, replaced with a face of a hardened warrior and a murderer.

"...And who are you?"

She asked, when she saw the figure of the man that suddenly stood behind her back undetected.

What she saw was a tall man with a muscular build. He wears a long black coat with silver pouldrons, black boots and black trousers. The top of his coat is open to reveal his chest, with his leather suspenders crossed over it. He has long silver hair that rivalled the color of platinum has bangs parted to either side of his face.

On his hand was a sword — around thirty three centimeters longer than his own height — which looked like one of those pricy Katanas she heard so much in this past few years. Instead, they were longer than those swords described.

The man seemed to chuckle at her question, thinking that she should have heard about him now. Instead, with a chilling voice he replied:

"Funny, I was going to ask the same thing."

Is this man mocking me?

Clementine thought as much. However, before she could retort, the man was suddenly in front of her in an instant.

"How about a tiny demonstration of how truly capable I am on handling someone the likes of you."

After he said those words, he flicked his finger at the center of Clementine's body. With an unprecedented force she did not expect him to exert through his finger. Her body flew like a puppet whose body was thrown like a ragdoll. Her body embed straight into a side of a wall in a nearby building.

Upon impact, Clementine could feel her insides crushed, all the bones inside her body practically turned to dust. As a result, she was forced to vomit a significant amount of blood from her mouth hinting how powerful that flick of a finger must have been.

What... What just happened...?

That was all Clementine had thought of after the force hit her body. She felt that she got hit with a strength of a monster that can beat someone who stood in the Realm of Heroes.

That should have been impossible, she thought, indeed it was true.

Human beings who stood in the Realm of Heroes were considered as people who went beyond the pinnacle of power ever attained by human beings. Those who stood there were called "Heroes."

And yet, this man, no, monster, had just defeated someone of that level with one finger.

Who is he? Could he be the Catastrophe Dragon Lord? Is he one of the Demon Gods? A being who could match the Six Great Gods? Is he one of the Eight Greed Kings?

With every question in her mind comes another question one after the other. Yet, none of her questions could be answered by her mind alone. In fact, she even thought that the Theocracy doesn't even know such a being exists!

Whatever that man did to her, she could feel her entire body go numb after that stunt. What kind of monstrous— no! Godlike strength to put her in this state. She couldn't even move at all!

Clementine cursed vehemently at the man in black coat who put her into this state. All she could do now was stare at the man who did this to her.

"My, my, what a predicament you're in now."

Clementine could clearly hear the mocking tone used by that man. She glared at the man, however, it was obvious at a glance she was putting up a brave front. But that was useless against someone like him.

"What... What do you want...?" she uttered those words out of her mouth. Just moving her own mouth is more painful than she thought would be.

"Hmm. It would seem you can still utter those words out loud, young lady. That move I pulled off is something born out of experience, it should have been enough to knock out someone of your level. That is you're level is in the high portion of the Low Tier Rank and in the mid portion of the Middle Class."

Clementine had seriously no idea what he's talking about. Low Tier, Middle Class. Is he referring that she, who have stood in the Realm of Heroes, a Low Tier Middle Class Warrior!? Is that what he's talking about!?

"If that's what you thought of it. I think it should surmised that you humans have become rather ignorant after those six idiots came in and saved humanity from extinction. How foolish are you that you think you actually stood in the Realm of Heroes? Humanity have indeed came to be ignorant after all this time."

"Wha—!?"

Is he for real? Is he referring the Six Great Gods, that she blasphemed and betrayed the Theocracy that worshipped those gods a good few weeks ago, idiots!?

"Hoh? It would seem you humans worshipped those idiots. What a shame, they were only ranked at First Tier, and yet, you humans worshipped those weaklings."

Clementine's eyes widened in shock as she heard him referring more of the Six Great Gods as idiots and ranked as First Tier. Could it be... That he's actually reading my mind?

As if to answer on what she had just thought right now, he said:

"Yes, and no. At the same time, in a way, but you humans could not comprehend. Not even going beyond High Tier would help you."

His words were cruel, but very true at the same time. She, as a human, could not comprehend at all on what he's talking about. All she knew that her level was Low Tier Middle Class based on his words.

"What is it... That you want...?"

The man in black coat seemed to stare at her for a moment, before a sinister smile bloomed on his face.

"I'm looking for a girl, who looked to be around thirteen or fourteen of age. She has the same blonde hair as that of her mother, Landfall. Her level is around Second Tier, and has inherited her father's 「Five Wisdoms」. Do you know anyone like that?"

Clementine struggled to shake her head. She heard about Landfall, the Vampire who supposed to have ruined an entire kingdom. But blonde hairs are a common sight in the Kingdom, the Empire, and the Theocracy. She too as well have blonde hair, but Second Tier and Five Wisdoms are a foreign concept for her.

The man in black coat seemed to frown at her, and said something to himself:

"I see. What a shame, I didn't go back in time and find out she isn't here in this time period. Well, a fortunate error I suppose. But still, I didn't kill Landfall in the future timeline for nothing. I need that girl to be my sacrifice. But then again, at my current weakened level — Ninth Tier — should be enough to handle anyone in this realm and possibly at Helheim. Ah, I've probably said too much. As a reward for listening to my ramblings, I will heal you to full health and you will gain an additional First Tier added to your current level. And most of all, you will forget everything what we've just discussed."

Clementine did not understand what he just said to himself, neither does the term future timeline, sacrifice, Ninth Tier, Helheim, and adding First Tier to her level doesn't make any sense at all.

"Well then, time to go to sleep. 「Unison Magic: Control Sleeping Amnesia」."

And cut!

...Wow... I can't believe it... IT'S A F**KING CLIFFHANGER PEOPLE!

(Cues Angry Mob Scene)

Woah, woah, hold your torches and pitchforks down people! Sheesh, can't anyone appreciate how hard it is to think of that last part?

(Cues Waiting Angry Mob Scene)

*Sweatdrops* Yeah, yeah, of course. Sorry for the late update people, school is steamrolling around my schedule as of late, and I nearly don't have enough time for me make this chapter and many other things. But hey, at least I updated this, right?

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And note, Levels are below here:

High Portion of the Low Tier and Mid Portion of the Middle Class = Level 35

First Tier High Portion of the Low Tier and Mid Portion of the Middle Class = 135

First Tier = (See Volume I Epilogue for reference)

Ninth Tier = (See Volume I Epilogue for reference)

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