Chapter 4

Overlord Volume 1 Bab 4
Duel

Bagian 1

Kepala Desa memiliki rumah di dekat alun-alun desa. Setelah masuk, seseorang akan disambut oleh ruang tamu besar, dengan dapur di satu sisi. Sebuah meja tua yang reyot dan beberapa kursi memenuhi bagian tengah ruangan.

Ainz mengamati bagian dalam dari tempat dia duduk di salah satu kursi.

Sinar matahari yang menyinari jendela menerangi setiap sudut ruangan, sehingga ia bisa melihat dengan jelas di dalam bahkan tanpa gelap.

Dia melihat wanita di sudut dapur, dan alat-alat pertanian di dalam rumah.

Tidak ada produk yang diproduksi untuk dilihat di mana pun.

Sama seperti Ainz berpikir bahwa tidak akan ada banyak hal yang menghalangi teknologi di sini, Ainz menyadari bahwa pemikirannya mungkin naif. Namun, dia masih penasaran tentang ilmu apa yang akan dikembangkan oleh dunia dengan sihir.

Ainz menggeser tangannya di atas meja lama untuk menghindari sinar matahari. Sarung tangan besinya tidak berat, tapi meja buatannya yang lusuh bergetar karena beratnya. Kursi itu juga berderit karena Ainz duduk di atasnya.

Ini adalah definisi buku teks dari kata "kemiskinan."

Ainz mencondongkan Staf di atas meja untuk menghindarinya. Cara Staf memantulkan sinar matahari dalam tampilan yang cemerlang membuat rumah tua yang rusak itu tampak seperti negeri dongeng. Dia mengingat ekspresi terkejut di wajah penduduk desa, cara mata mereka melebar dan bagaimana mereka kehilangan kata-kata.

Gelombang kebanggaan datang ke Ainz ketika penduduk desa bertanya tentang Staf yang dia dan rekan-rekannya ciptakan dengan susah payah. Namun, kegembiraannya segera ditekan ke tingkat normal, yang membuat Ainz mengerutkan alisnya yang tidak ada.

Sejujurnya, Ainz tidak menyukai efek menenangkan yang dipaksakan ini. Yang mengatakan, itu juga benar bahwa membiarkan emosinya menjadi liar akan membuatnya sulit untuk memecahkan tantangan di depannya. Dengan pemikiran itu, Ainz mempersiapkan diri untuk tugas yang akan datang.

Dia harus menegosiasikan pembayaran untuk menyelamatkan desa dengan Ketua.

Tentu saja, tujuan sebenarnya Ainz adalah untuk mendapatkan informasi, dan bukan uang. Namun, menanyakan informasi secara langsung akan terasa aneh.

Sementara itu akan baik-baik saja di desa kecil seperti ini, begitu tuan-tuan lokal tahu, mereka akan mulai membuat jalan ke arahnya. Ketika mereka menemukan bahwa dia tidak tahu apa-apa tentang dunia ini, ada kemungkinan besar bahwa mereka akan mencoba menggunakannya.

Apakah dia terlalu berhati-hati tentang ini?

Ainz merasa ini seperti berlari melintasi jalan yang sibuk – kecelakaan fatal bisa terjadi kapan saja. Kecelakaan fatal dalam kasus ini berarti bertemu makhluk-makhluk perkasa di dunia ini.

Kekuatan dan kelemahan adalah dua sisi dari koin yang sama.

Untuk saat ini, Ainz lebih kuat dari semua orang yang ia temui di desa ini. Namun, itu tidak menjamin bahwa dia lebih kuat dari semua orang di dunia ini. Selain itu, Ainz sekarang adalah mayat hidup, dan dari reaksi ketakutan kedua gadis itu, dia bisa membayangkan bahwa mayat hidup tidak diterima dengan sangat baik di dunia ini. Dia harus sadar bahwa karena kebanyakan manusia akan membencinya, mereka mungkin akan menyerangnya. Karena itu, ia harus melangkah dengan sangat hati-hati.

"Maaf membuat anda menunggu."

—Kepala itu duduk berhadapan dengan Ainz. Istrinya berdiri di belakangnya.

Kulitnya gelap dan ditutupi keriput.

Tubuhnya sangat berotot, dan jelas bahwa otot-otot itu telah diasah melalui kerja berat. Lebih dari setengah rambutnya berwarna putih.

Meskipun kemejanya yang terbuat dari katun kasar ternoda oleh tanah, itu tidak bau.

Ekspresi lelah di wajahnya membuat Ainz berpikir dia berusia lebih dari empat puluh lima tahun, tetapi sulit untuk mengatakannya, karena dia tampaknya telah bertambah tua dalam sekitar setengah jam terakhir.

Istri Kepala kira-kira seusia suaminya.

Dia pernah langsing dan cantik sekali, tetapi setelah bertahun-tahun bekerja di pertanian, keindahan itu tidak terlihat. Yang tersisa hanyalah kerutan yang menutupi wajahnya.

Rambutnya yang hitam sebahu, dan dia tampak muram bahkan di bawah sinar matahari langsung.

"Tolong, bantu dirimu sendiri."

Kepala Desa meletakkan cangkir yang tampak kasar di atas meja. Albedo tidak ada di sini karena dia berpatroli di desa.

Ainz mengangkat tangannya, menolak secangkir air panas yang mengepul.

Dia tidak merasa haus, juga tidak bisa melepas topengnya. Namun, dia merasa bahwa dia seharusnya menolak sebelumnya, mengingat bahwa dia telah mengalami banyak masalah baginya.

Masalahnya menyangkut air matang.

Pertama, ada masalah menciptakan bunga api dengan batu api. Kemudian, dia harus menyalakan serutan kayu – atau sumbu – dengan percikan itu. Kemudian, dia harus mengipasi bunga api menjadi nyala api, dan ketika itu cukup besar, dia harus memindahkannya ke kompor. Kemudian, dia harus merebus air, dan pada saat itu selesai, waktu yang lama telah berlalu.

Ini adalah pertama kalinya Ainz melihat air mendidih oleh api yang dihidupkan dengan tangan, bukan melalui penggunaan ketel listrik. Menurutnya itu cukup menarik. Kembali ke dunianya, ia telah merebus air di atas kompor gas, jadi tidak memakan waktu sebanyak ini.

Ini juga merupakan kesempatan yang baik untuk mengumpulkan beberapa informasi tentang tingkat teknologi dunia ini. Dengan mengingat hal itu, Ainz berbicara kepada Ketua lagi:

"Aku benar-benar minta maaf, terutama karena kamu pergi ke semua kesulitan ini untuk menyiapkan air untukku."

"Anda terlalu baik. Tidak perlu meminta maaf. "

Fakta bahwa Ainz menundukkan kepalanya kepada mereka (bagaimanapun sedikit) membuat Kepala Desa dan istrinya ketakutan. Mereka tidak bisa membayangkan pemanggil Death Knight menundukkan kepalanya kepada siapa pun.

Namun, itu tidak aneh bagi Ainz. Itu selalu merupakan ide yang baik untuk memiliki sikap ramah saat bernegosiasi dengan orang lain.

Tentu saja, dia bisa saja menggunakan 「Orang Pesona」 untuk membuat mereka berbicara, diikuti oleh mantra perubahan ingatan tingkat tinggi, seperti yang dia lakukan dengan para suster. Namun, itu adalah pilihan terakhir, karena butuh terlalu banyak MP.

Ainz mengingat kembali perasaan menghabiskan MP; rasanya seperti kelelahan yang aneh, seperti dia telah kehilangan sesuatu.

Hanya mengubah puluhan detik dari ingatan mereka – sampai ia mengenakan topeng dan sarung tangannya – telah mengambil banyak MP.

"Kalau begitu, mari kita mulai mengejar dan memulai negosiasi."

"Iya. Tapi sebelum itu … terima kasih banyak! "

Ketua membungkuk kepada Ainz, kepalanya sangat rendah sehingga hampir menyentuh meja. Setelah itu, istrinya juga membungkuk.

"Tanpa bantuanmu, kita semua akan mati sekarang. Terima kasih kami yang terdalam! ”

Ainz cukup terkejut menerima rasa terima kasih tanpa pamrih seperti itu.

Ketika dia mengingat kembali kehidupan masa lalunya, dia tidak pernah berterima kasih seperti ini sebelumnya. Tidak, para sister yang dia selamatkan sebelumnya telah bertindak seperti itu juga. Yah, dia belum pernah menyelamatkan hidup orang lain sebelumnya, jadi itu hanya yang diharapkan.

Itu adalah peninggalan dari zamannya sebagai manusia – seperti Suzuki Satoru. Meskipun dia agak malu dengan penghargaan yang tulus ini, dia tentu saja tidak membencinya.

"Tolong, angkat kepalamu. Seperti yang saya katakan sebelumnya, saya tidak membantu Anda secara gratis. "

"Kami tahu itu, tapi tetap saja, kami ingin mengucapkan terima kasih karena telah menyelamatkan kami dan banyak penduduk desa lainnya."

"… Lalu, membayar saya lebih banyak akan cukup baik. Ayo, mari kita diskusikan. Kamu pasti punya banyak hal untuk dilakukan, Kepala Desa-dono. ”

"Tidak ada yang lebih penting daripada menghabiskan waktu dengan penyelamat kita, tapi aku mengerti."

Ketua perlahan mengangkat kepalanya, dan Ainz memutar otaknya yang tidak ada.

Tujuannya di sini adalah untuk memperoleh informasi melalui percakapan, bukan melalui sihir.

—Apa yang menyakitkan.

Dia masih ingat trik yang dia gunakan sebagai pekerja kantor. Seberapa efektif mereka di sini? Semoga, setidaknya setengah dari mereka akan bermanfaat. Setelah menguatkan dirinya terhadap kemungkinan kegagalan, Ainz bertanya:

"… Mari kita langsung ke intinya. Wani piro?"

“Kami tidak akan berani menipu penyelamat kami. Saya tidak tahu berapa banyak keping perak dan tembaga yang bisa kami kumpulkan jika kami tidak mengumpulkannya dari semua orang, tetapi saya yakin kami dapat mengumpulkan setidaknya tiga ribu keping tembaga. ”

Saya tidak tahu apa artinya itu, pikir Ainz.

Meminta mereka secara langsung adalah sebuah kesalahan. Saya seharusnya mencoba pendekatan yang berbeda. Selain itu, saya adalah pekerja yang buruk untuk memulai, dan keterampilan pekerjaan saya sangat buruk.

Kedengarannya seperti jumlah yang besar, tetapi tanpa mengetahui nilai uang, dia tidak bisa memastikan apakah itu jumlah yang tepat atau tidak. Dia harus menghindari menerima jumlah yang terlalu tinggi atau terlalu rendah, jangan sampai dia mengungkapkan ketidaktahuannya.

Tidak, dia seharusnya lega karena mereka tidak menawarkan kepadanya "empat ekor sapi" atau sesuatu.

Saat dia hampir tenggelam dalam depresi, kondisi mentalnya segera menetap. Ainz diam-diam memuji tubuh mayatnya, dan kemudian dia menyadari satu hal lagi.

Pertama, keping tembaga dan perak adalah satuan dasar mata uang di desa ini. Kedua, harus ada bentuk mata uang lain yang lebih atau kurang bernilai, tetapi dia tidak yakin bahwa dia bisa menarik informasi ini darinya.

Dia perlu belajar nilai moneter dari potongan-potongan tembaga ini. Tanpa pengetahuan itu, segalanya akan merepotkan di masa depan. Namun, tidak mengetahui nilai uang itu cukup mencurigakan, dan dia ingin tetap rendah hati saat dia belajar lebih banyak tentang dunia ini.

Itulah sebabnya dia berpikir sekeras yang dia bisa untuk menghindari membuat kesalahan yang lebih besar.

“Koin kecil ini sulit dibawa dalam jumlah besar. Saya ingin sesuatu dalam denominasi yang lebih besar, jika Anda bisa mengelolanya. "

“Permintaan maaf kami yang tulus. Jika kita dapat membayar dalam keping emas, kita akan melakukannya. Namun … faktanya adalah desa kami tidak menggunakan keping emas … "

Ainz melawan keinginan untuk menghela nafas lega.

Jawaban Ketua mengarah ke arah yang dia harapkan. Karena itu, Momonga berpikir keras tentang bagaimana dia akan terus mengarahkan pembicaraan, sampai sepertinya asap akan mulai keluar dari kepalanya.

"Bagaimana dengan ini: aku berencana untuk membeli hasil bumi dari desa ini dengan harga yang masuk akal, jadi yang perlu kamu lakukan adalah membayar aku dalam mata uang yang digunakan untuk berdagang."

Ainz diam-diam membuka inventarisasinya di balik jubahnya, dan menarik sepasang koin emas dari YGGDRASIL. Salah satu koin dihiasi oleh wajah seorang wanita, sedangkan koin lainnya memiliki wajah seorang pria. Yang pertama adalah koin dari setelah pembaruan besar "Valkyrie's Downfall", sedangkan yang terakhir adalah koin dari sebelum pembaruan.

Nilai-nilai mereka sama, tetapi mereka memiliki arti yang berbeda bagi Ainz.

Koin lama itu adalah yang mengikuti Ainz sejak dia mulai bermain YGGDRASIL sampai dia membentuk guild Ainz Ooal Gown. Koin baru telah dirilis dengan pembaruan, ketika Ainz Ooal Gown berada di zaman keemasannya. Peralatannya hampir selesai pada saat itu, jadi koin-koin itu hanya masuk ke kas inventarisnya.

Sejak dia mulai sebagai mage kerangka, dia menggunakan mantranya untuk mengalahkan monster yang berkeliaran di dunia dan mendapatkan koin emas yang melayang di udara. Dia bermain solo ruang bawah tanah, mengalahkan monster ganas di dalam, dan mendapatkan tumpukan emas besar dengan usaha keras. Setelah anggota Ainz Ooal Gown menyelesaikan penjara bawah tanah, mereka menjual kristal data yang mereka kumpulkan dan sebagai gantinya, mereka menerima keping emas ini, yang bersinar sangat terang …

Tapi Ainz mengesampingkan topik itu.

Dia menyimpan koin lama, dan mengangkat koin baru.

"… Jika aku menggunakan potongan emas ini untuk membeli sesuatu, apa yang bisa aku dapatkan untuk itu?"

Dia menempatkan koin emas di atas meja. Sebagai satu, Kepala Desa dan istrinya menatap, mata mereka terbelalak.

"Ini, ini!"

“Ini adalah mata uang yang digunakan di negeri yang sangat jauh. Bisakah itu digunakan di sini? "

"Aku pikir begitu … tolong tunggu sebentar."

Relief menghampiri Ainz ketika dia mendengar bahwa koin itu dapat digunakan. Kemudian, dia memperhatikan ketika Ketua meninggalkan tempat duduknya, pergi ke kamarnya, dan kembali dengan sesuatu yang pernah dia lihat selama pelajaran sejarahnya.

Objek itu disebut skala keseimbangan.

Setelah itu, giliran istrinya. Dia mengambil koin emas dan meletakkannya di sebelah benda bundar, seolah-olah dia membandingkan ukuran mereka. Setelah dia puas, dia meletakkan koin emas di satu panci keseimbangan, dan di sisi lain menjadi penyeimbang.

Dia sepertinya ingat bahwa hal semacam ini disebut "massa standar."

Ketika Ainz mengingat ingatannya, dia membandingkannya dengan tindakan sang istri dan mencoba mencari tahu apa yang dia coba lakukan. Bagian pertama seharusnya membandingkan koinnya dengan keping-keping emas di negara ini, dan selanjutnya dia mencoba mengkonfirmasi kandungan emasnya.

Tampaknya koin emas lebih berat, dan massa terstandarisasi bangkit. Istri Ketua meletakkan misa lain di atasnya, dan kedua belah pihak seimbang.

"Tampaknya sekitar dua kali lebih berat dari sepotong emas biasa … mungkin, mungkin jika kita bisa menggaruk permukaan …"

“O-Oi! Anda tidak sopan! Mohon terima permintaan maaf saya yang tulus atas nama istri saya, karena mengatakan hal-hal bodoh seperti itu … "

Pantas. Dia pasti mengira itu berlapis emas. Ainz tidak sepenuhnya tidak tersinggung, tetapi dia tidak marah.

"Tidak apa-apa … meskipun, jika kamu menggaruknya dan menemukan bahwa itu adalah emas murni, kamu akan mengambilnya, bukan?"

"Ah, tidak … kami benar-benar minta maaf untuk ini."

Istri Ketua membungkuk meminta maaf, dan mengembalikan koin emas.

“Jangan pikirkan itu. Lagipula, itu hanya masuk akal untuk memverifikasi bonafide dari setiap uang yang Anda berikan. Namun, bagaimana pendapat Anda tentang sepotong emas ini? Tidakkah menurut Anda itu seperti sebuah karya seni? "

“Memang sangat indah. Bolehkah saya menanyakan nama negara dari mana asalnya? ”

"Tidak lagi – ya, negara itu tidak ada lagi."

"Saya melihat…"

"… Yah, kamu sudah memastikan sendiri bahwa beratnya dua kali lipat dari keping emas biasa, tetapi mengingat nilai artistiknya, keping emas ini akan bernilai lebih sebagai hasilnya. Bagaimana menurut anda?"

"Mungkin memang begitu … tapi kita bukan pedagang, dan kita tidak tahu nilai seni …"

"Hahaha … yah, itu tidak salah. Jadi, jika saya menggunakan ini untuk membeli sesuatu, itu akan bernilai dua keping emas normal? "

"Tentu saja."

“Sebenarnya, aku punya beberapa keping emas lagi seperti ini. Apa yang bisa Anda jual untuk saya? Tentu saja, saya ingin membayar harga pasar untuk mereka. Saya tidak keberatan jika itu sama dengan apa yang dikenakan oleh penjaja jalanan. Dengan segala cara, silakan dan periksa koin-koin ini. Silahkan-"

"Ainz Ooal Gown-sama!"

Teriakan Kepala Desa yang tiba-tiba membuat hati Ainz tidak ada yang hilang. Ekspresi tekad Ketua tampak lebih keras dan lebih kuat dari sebelumnya.

"… Ainz akan melakukannya."

"Ainz-sama, kalau begitu?" Sang Kepala tampak sedikit terkejut dengan ini, tetapi dia segera mengangguk dan melanjutkan berbicara:

"Aku sepenuhnya mengerti apa yang ingin kamu katakan, Ainz-sama."

Sejenak, Ainz bertanya-tanya apakah ikon tanda tanya raksasa muncul di kepalanya. Sepertinya ada kesalahpahaman dalam beberapa hal, tetapi dia tidak tahu apa yang Kepala dapatkan, jadi dia tidak tahu bagaimana menjawabnya.

"Saya sangat sadar bahwa Anda tidak ingin dilihat sebagai orang yang murah, dan saya mengerti bahwa Anda ingin meminta hadiah yang pantas sesuai dengan pandangan publik tentang diri Anda, Ainz-sama. Tentu saja, itu akan membutuhkan banyak uang untuk mendapatkan layanan Anda. Karena itu, apa lagi yang kamu inginkan selain tiga ribu tembaga? ”

Ainz tidak tahu apa yang Ketua bicarakan dan benaknya adalah pusaran kebingungan. Dia diam-diam bersyukur bahwa dia mengenakan topeng. Alasan Ainz mengeluarkan koin emas itu adalah karena dia ingin tahu apa yang bisa dibeli, dan dengan demikian memperoleh pemahaman kasar tentang nilai pasar. Bagaimana semuanya berakhir seperti ini?

Ketua tidak memberi Ainz kesempatan untuk memotong dan melanjutkan:

“Namun, seperti yang saya katakan sebelumnya, desa ini hanya dapat menghasilkan tiga ribu koin tembaga secara tunai. Meskipun Anda harus curiga pada kami, kami tidak akan berani menyembunyikan kebenaran dari penyelamat kami, Ainz-sama. "

Ekspresi Ketua tampak jujur ​​dan penuh tekad. Dia sepertinya tidak berbohong. Jika itu ternyata hanya tipuan, maka Ainz hanya bisa mengutuk ketidakmampuannya membaca orang.

“Tidak, aku yakin bahwa pria hebat sepertimu tidak mungkin puas dengan jumlah itu. Mungkin jika semua orang di desa mengumpulkan kekayaan mereka, kami mungkin dapat menghasilkan uang yang cukup untuk memuaskan Ainz-sama. Namun … desa kami telah kehilangan banyak tenaga kerja, dan jika kami membayar lebih dari tiga ribu tembaga, kami tidak akan dapat bertahan hidup di musim dingin yang akan datang. Hal yang sama berlaku untuk produk kami. Banyak bidang harus ditinggalkan karena kita kekurangan orang untuk mengerjakannya. Jika kami memberi Anda persediaan kami, hidup kami akan sangat sulit. Meskipun aku harus meminta bantuan penyelamat kita, mungkin … bisakah kita … bisakah kita membayar dengan mencicil? "

Hm? Bukankah ini peluang yang bagus?

Rasanya seperti dia tersesat di hutan lebat, dan kemudian bidang pandangnya tiba-tiba melebar di depannya. Ainz pura-pura memikirkannya, dan yang bisa dia lakukan hanyalah berdoa agar semuanya berhasil. Setelah beberapa detik, Ainz akhirnya memberikan jawabannya.

"Saya mengerti. Pembayaran tidak akan diperlukan. "

"Eh !? Tapi … tapi mengapa? "

Kepala Desa dan istrinya menatap Ainz, mata mereka membelalak dan lidah mereka terikat. Ainz mengangkat tangannya, menunjukkan bahwa dia masih memiliki sesuatu untuk dikatakan. Dia harus mempertimbangkan apa yang dia bisa dan tidak bisa ungkapkan, dan itu cukup merepotkan. Dia tidak tahu apakah dia bisa membimbing mereka untuk mengatakan apa yang dia inginkan, tetapi dia tidak punya pilihan selain mencoba.

“… Aku adalah seorang magic caster. Saya sedang meneliti mantra di tempat yang disebut Nazarick, dan saya baru saja melangkah keluar baru-baru ini. ”

"Begitu, jadi itu sebabnya kamu berpakaian seperti ini."

"Ah, mm. Itu benar, "Ainz bergumam sambil menyentuh Topeng Cemburu.

Apa yang dipikirkan orang-orang di jalan jika mereka melihat seorang magic caster berjalan-jalan dengan pakaian anehnya?

Dia memikirkan jalan-jalan ramai di Bali, dan ketika dia berharap untuk tidak melihat sesuatu seperti itu di dunianya, Ainz memperhatikan sesuatu yang dia tidak bisa mengerti, yang adalah bagaimana istilah YGGDRASIL dipahami dan digunakan di sini.

Istilah "magic caster" mengacu pada banyak hal. Ini termasuk ulama, pendeta, druid, arcaners, penyihir, penyihir, bard, mikos, pembuat jimat, orang bijak dan kelas sihir lainnya yang tak terhitung jumlahnya. Di YGGDRASIL, mereka semua disebut kastor ajaib. Akan mengejutkan jika terminologi yang tepat dibawa ke dunia ini.

Ketika Ainz memperhatikan reaksi mereka, dia menjawab:

“… Aku mungkin mengatakan bahwa aku tidak menginginkan hadiah, tetapi seorang magic caster menggunakan banyak alat untuk mencapai tujuannya, termasuk ketakutan dan pengetahuan. Semua ini adalah alat untuk menghasilkan laba, tetapi seperti yang saya katakan sebelumnya, saya fokus pada penelitian mantra, jadi pengetahuan saya tentang masalah lokal agak kurang. Karena itu, saya ingin belajar tentang lingkungan dari kalian berdua. Selain itu, saya harap Anda tidak akan memberi tahu siapa pun tentang penjualan informasi ini. Saya akan menerimanya sebagai ganti hadiah. "

Tidak ada yang akan begitu baik untuk mengatakan "Saya tidak menginginkan apa pun." Orang bisa mengatakan bahwa tidak ada yang lebih mahal daripada bebas biaya.

Seseorang yang menyelamatkan hidup orang lain berhak atas hadiah atas kerja keras mereka. Namun, jika penyelamat mengatakan mereka tidak menginginkan hadiah, siapa pun akan menganggap itu aneh.

Kemudian, hal terbaik berikutnya adalah membuat pihak lain merasa bahwa mereka telah membayar dengan cara tertentu, meskipun itu dalam bentuk yang tidak berwujud.

Dengan kata lain, solusi terbaik untuk situasi saat ini adalah untuk menghilangkan kecurigaan mereka dengan meminta mereka bertukar informasi dengan Ainz. Itu akan membuat mereka nyaman.

Kepala dan istrinya mengangguk, menatap wajah mereka dengan tabah.

"Saya mengerti. Kami tidak akan membiarkan orang tahu tentang ini. "

Ainz diam-diam mengepalkan tangannya untuk menyetujui. Tampaknya keterampilan yang dia ambil melalui bekerja masih bisa digunakan di sini.

“Bagus sekali. Aku tidak ingin mengikatmu dengan sihir. Saya akan mempercayai sifat baik Anda. "

Ainz mengulurkan tangan lapis baja. Ketua menatap kosong pada hal itu sejenak sebelum mengambil situasi, dan dia menggenggam tangan Ainz.

Setelah itu, Ainz menghela nafas lega. Tampaknya berjabat tangan adalah praktik yang dikenal di sini. Akan sangat menyedihkan jika Kepala memandangnya dengan tercengang.

Tentu saja, Ainz tidak sepenuhnya mempercayai mereka. Bagaimanapun, mulut yang disegel oleh janji tunjangan bisa dibuka dengan tunjangan yang lebih besar. Jika dia mencoba mempermainkan kepribadian mereka untuk membuat mereka diam, keanehan sifat manusia mungkin membuat mereka berbicara. Tidak ada metode yang lebih baik dari yang lain, sehingga yang bisa dilakukan Ainz hanyalah mengambil kesempatan dan berharap bahwa karakter Ketua akan menjaga bibirnya tetap tertutup. Meskipun, itu akan baik-baik saja bahkan jika dia memang berbicara. Pengkhianatan itu hanya akan lebih maksimal yang bisa digunakan Ainz dalam berurusan dengan desa di masa depan.

Konon, naluri Ainz memberitahunya bahwa mereka tidak akan mengkhianatinya. Setelah melihat rasa terima kasih yang tulus dari Kepala dan istrinya, dia percaya bahwa mereka akan setia.

"Lalu … bisakah kamu ceritakan lebih banyak tentang tempat ini?"

♦ ♦ ♦

"… Apa, apa ini?"

“Urk! Apakah ada masalah?"

"Tidak, tidak apa-apa. Saya hanya berbicara kepada diri saya sendiri. Maafkan saya karena membuat Anda khawatir. "

Ainz pulih dalam sekejap dan segera menutupi dirinya. Jika tubuhnya masih manusia, dia akan berkeringat ember sekarang.

Ketua hanya berkata, "Begitukah?" Dan tidak bertanya lebih lanjut.

Mungkin Ketua sudah menyamakan "kastor ajaib" dengan "orang aneh." Kemudian lagi, itu lebih baik untuk Ainz …

"Haruskah aku menyiapkan minuman untukmu?"

"Oh, tidak, aku tidak haus. Tolong, jangan repot-repot sendiri. "

Istrinya tidak lagi berada di kamar, tetapi di luar – ada banyak hal yang harus dia bantu. Hanya Ainz dan Ketua yang ada di rumah sekarang.

Ainz pertama kali bertanya tentang negara-negara tetangga, dan Ketua merespons dengan banyak nama yang belum pernah dia dengar sebelumnya. Meskipun Ainz siap untuk ini, dia tidak bisa tidak terkejut setelah mendengar mereka.

Pada awalnya, Ainz berpikir bahwa dunia ini akan dirancang sesuai dengan prinsip-prinsip dasar YGGDRASIL. Lagipula, dia bisa menggunakan sihir YGGDRASIL di sini, dan ada banyak koneksi dengan YGGDRASIL. Namun, tidak ada nama yang dia dengar terkait dengan YGGDRASIL.

Negara-negara terdekat adalah Kerajaan Re-Estize, Kekaisaran Baharuth, dan Teokrasi Slaine. Nama-nama ini tidak muncul dalam konteks YGGDRASIL, yang terinspirasi oleh mitologi Norse.

Ainz merasa dunia berputar dan tubuhnya bergetar. Ainz mencengkeram ujung meja dengan tangan tantangan untuk menjaga keseimbangannya. Meskipun dia berharap dunia ini menjadi dunia yang asing, dia tidak bisa tidak terkejut dengan itu.

Dampaknya lebih besar dari yang dia duga.

Ini adalah pertama kalinya dia merasa sangat terguncang sejak dia menjadi mayat hidup.

Ainz mencoba yang terbaik untuk tetap tenang, dan mempertimbangkan kembali apa yang telah dia dengar tentang kerajaan tetangga dan geografi lokal.

Pertama, ada Kerajaan Re-Estize dan Kekaisaran Baharuth. Negara-negara ini berada di sisi pegunungan yang berbeda, dan di sebelah selatan pegunungan itu terdapat hutan yang luas, dan di ujung hutan itu terdapat desa ini, di bawah Kerajaan Re-Estize, dan kota benteng E-Rantel.

Hubungan antara Kerajaan dan Kekaisaran buruk, dan mereka akan bertempur di hutan belantara dekat E-Rantel hampir setiap tahun.

Di selatan adalah Teokrasi Slaine.

Cara terbaik untuk menggambarkan orientasi negara-negara ini adalah menggambar lingkaran, dan kemudian membaginya dengan T. terbalik. Tampaknya membingungkan, tetapi jauh lebih mudah untuk menggambarkan hal-hal seperti itu. Di sebelah kiri adalah Kerajaan Re-Estize, di sebelah kanan adalah Kerajaan Baharuth, dan di bawah mereka adalah Teokrasi Slaine. Ada negara-negara lain, tetapi Ketua hanya tahu tiga ini.

Kepala desa tidak yakin di mana tepatnya desa ini ditempatkan di antara mereka bertiga.

Dengan kata lain-

"… Betapa bodohnya aku."

Para ksatria dari sekarang mengenakan baju besi yang dihiasi dengan lencana Kekaisaran Baharuth, jadi Ketua percaya bahwa mereka berasal dari Kekaisaran Baharuth. Tapi daerah ini juga berbatasan dengan Slaine Theocracy, jadi mereka mungkin adalah ksatria dari negara itu yang menyamar.

Melepaskan mereka semua adalah kesalahan. Dia seharusnya menyimpan satu untuk diinterogasi, tetapi sudah terlambat untuk itu sekarang.

Jika ini adalah karya Slaine Theocracy, maka dia mungkin harus melakukan sesuatu di pihak Kekaisaran. Di pihak Kerajaan, ia seharusnya mengumpulkan cukup niat baik dengan mereka untuk menyelamatkan desa mereka, jadi semuanya akan baik-baik saja untuk saat ini.

Ainz tenggelam dalam pikiran.

Apakah dia satu-satunya yang datang ke dunia ini?

Mustahil. Ada peluang sangat tinggi bagi pemain lain untuk datang ke sini juga. Mungkin Herohero-san ada di sini juga. Dia perlu memikirkan apa yang akan terjadi jika dia bertemu dengan pemain lain.

Jika pemain lain datang ke dunia ini, mereka mungkin akan berkumpul, mengingat sifat orang Jepang. Ketika saatnya tiba, dia harus melakukan hampir apa saja untuk berbaur. Dia bisa menyerah pada apa pun selama itu tidak melibatkan Ainz Ooal Gown.

Masalahnya adalah apa yang akan terjadi jika pihak lain menganggapnya sebagai hambatan. Kemungkinannya kecil, tetapi tidak bisa diabaikan.

Ainz Ooal Gown adalah guild yang selalu bermain sebagai penjahat melalui PKing, dan karenanya mereka adalah guild yang sangat dibenci. Dia tidak bisa memastikan bahwa dia telah menghilangkan citra negatif itu. Untuk semua yang dia tahu, para pemain lain mungkin ingin membalas dendam padanya karena rasa keadilan dan kemarahan yang adil.

Untuk menghindari orang lain menyatakan pembalasan dendam kepadanya, ia harus menahan diri untuk tidak melakukan apa pun yang memusuhi orang-orang di sekitarnya. Misalnya, membantai penduduk setempat – terutama warga sipil tak berdosa – mungkin membuat marah para pemain yang belum kehilangan kemanusiaan mereka. Tentu saja, itu akan menjadi masalah lain jika ada alasan yang akan memuaskan mereka, seperti membunuh para ksatria yang mencoba untuk memecat desa ini.

Dalam hal apa pun, akan lebih baik jika tindakan di masa depan diambil karena alasan yang kuat. Itu juga berarti dia mungkin harus melakukan hal-hal yang tidak disukainya, tetapi itu tidak dapat membantu.

Jika orang-orang yang ditemuinya memiliki kebencian terhadap Ainz Ooal Gown, maka pertempuran tidak akan terhindarkan. Untuk itu, ia harus menyusun rencana dan penanggulangan jika situasi itu terjadi.

Mengingat kekuatan Makam Besar Bawah Tanah pertahanan Nazarick saat ini, mereka dapat dengan mudah menguasai sekitar tiga puluh level seratus pemain. Selain itu, mereka bisa menggunakan Item Kelas Dunia dalam pertahanan mereka, jadi itu adalah benteng yang hampir tidak bisa ditembus. Mereka mungkin akan bisa mengusir penjajah seperti sebelumnya.

Namun, mudah untuk melihat betapa mengerikannya situasi tanpa bala bantuan. Selain itu, kartu truf Ainz Ooal Gown – Item Kelas Dunia mereka – akan menguras level Ainz setiap kali dia melepaskan kekuatan penuh mereka. Jika mereka diserang secara berurutan, saatnya mungkin tiba ketika Item Kelas Dunia akan menjadi tidak dapat digunakan.

Ainz sangat jelas mengatakan bahwa skenario dengan skenario seperti ini di kepalanya cenderung bias dan pandangan terowongan. Namun, Ainz bukan lagi anak-anak, dan ia selalu mempertimbangkan skenario terburuk sebelum mengambil tindakan apa pun. Ini hanya memikirkan bagaimana cara mengatasi masalah sebelum itu terjadi.

Jika dia hanya ingin mengikis, dia bisa tinggal di pegunungan seperti binatang buas. Namun, kekuatan yang dimilikinya dan nama kuat yang dibawanya menghalanginya melakukan hal itu.

Jika dia ingin hidup berdampingan secara damai dengan dunia, maka dia perlu menangani masalah ketika dan ketika mereka muncul.

Dengan demikian, pertempuran dan perluasan kekuatan tempur akan menjadi topik yang sangat penting di masa depan. Dia harus mengumpulkan informasi tentang dunia ini, serta berita tentang pemain lain.

"… Itu seharusnya."

"Apa yang terjadi?"

"Tidak, tidak apa-apa. Saya hanya keluar karena hal-hal tidak seperti yang saya harapkan. Benar, bisakah kau memberitahuku tentang hal lain sekarang? ”

"Ah, ah ya, aku mengerti."

Kepala Desa mulai berbicara tentang monster selanjutnya.

Sama seperti YGGDRASIL, dunia ini memiliki monster di dalamnya. Hutan terdekat dipenuhi dengan monster, dan salah satunya dikenal sebagai "Raja Bijaksana Hutan." Ada juga Kurcaci, segala macam Peri, Goblin, Orc, Orc, Ogres, dan sejenisnya. Rupanya beberapa demihumans bahkan membangun bangsanya sendiri.

Ada orang yang disebut petualang yang mengusir monster-monster ini, dan mereka menghitung banyak magic caster di antara jumlah mereka. Tampaknya, para petualang ini memiliki guild mereka sendiri di semua kota besar.

Selain itu, ia juga belajar tentang kota benteng terdekat E-Rantel.

Menurut Kepala, E-Rantel adalah kota terbesar di daerah itu, meskipun ia tidak tahu persis seberapa besar populasinya. Itu tampaknya menjadi tempat terbaik untuk mengumpulkan informasi.

Sementara kata-kata Kepala itu membantu, masih ada banyak detail yang tidak jelas. Oleh karena itu, akan lebih baik untuk mengirim seseorang ke sana untuk mencari tahu, daripada mengajukan pertanyaan Kepala.

Akhirnya, ada masalah bahasa. Sungguh mengejutkan bahwa mereka mengerti bahasa Jepang di dunia baru ini. Akibatnya, Ainz melihat dengan hati-hati mulut Kepala Desa, dan mendapati bahwa dia, pada kenyataannya, tidak berbicara bahasa Jepang. Baik kata-kata mereka tentang gerakan mulut mereka tidak cocok dengan bahasa Jepang.

Setelah itu, dia melakukan beberapa percobaan lagi.

Kesimpulannya adalah bahwa seseorang telah memberi makan orang-orang di dunia ini semacam Konnyaku Terjemahan. Namun, dia tidak tahu siapa yang memberi zat itu kepada mereka.

Bahasa dunia ini diterjemahkan sebelum pihak lain mendengarnya.

Jika dia dapat memahami apa yang dikatakan orang lain, maka dia harus dapat berkomunikasi dengan makhluk hidup non-manusia, seperti anjing atau kucing. Pertanyaannya sekarang adalah siapa yang melakukan ini. Selain itu, Kepala Desa tidak menganggap ini aneh.

Tampaknya wajar baginya.

—Dengan kata lain, ini adalah prinsip dasar dunia. Kemudian lagi, ketika seseorang memikirkannya dengan tenang, ini adalah dunia magis, yang mungkin berjalan di sila yang sama sekali berbeda dari dunia tempat Ainz dilahirkan.

Tampaknya pengetahuan dasar dan fakta yang telah ia pelajari dalam kehidupan sebelumnya tidak lagi berlaku di sini. Ini adalah masalah serius.

Jika dia tidak tahu tentang dunia ini, ada kemungkinan dia bisa membuat kesalahan fatal. "Ketidaktahuan" identik dengan "bencana," dalam kasus ini.

Saat ini, Ainz tidak memiliki informasi tentang lingkungannya. Dia harus menyelesaikan masalah ini dengan cepat, tetapi dia tidak tahu harus mulai dari mana. Mungkinkah dia harus menculik seseorang dan membuatnya berbicara tentang apa yang dia ketahui? Itu bukan pilihan yang sangat bisa diterapkan.

Karena itu, hanya ada satu alternatif yang tersisa baginya.

"… Sepertinya aku perlu tinggal di kota untuk sementara waktu."

Dia harus mengamati dan meniru banyak hal untuk belajar tentang dunia. Dia juga perlu memahami keajaiban dunia ini, dan banyak hal lain tentang itu.

Ketika dia memikirkan hal ini, dia mendengar langkah kaki dari luar pintu kayu yang tipis. Ada penundaan besar antara suara langkah kaki, yang berarti bahwa siapa pun itu, mereka tidak maju dengan cepat. Itu adalah suara langkah kaki lelaki dewasa yang mantap dan lamban.

Ketukan datang dari pintu tepat ketika Ainz menoleh. Ketua tidak bisa membantu tetapi melihat wajah Ainz. Dia tidak berani bertindak atas kemauannya sendiri karena dia masih menjelaskan hal-hal kepada penyelamatnya, sebagai pembayaran untuk menyelamatkannya dan semua orang di desa.

“Tolong, tentu saja. Saya berniat untuk istirahat sejenak. Saya tidak keberatan jika Anda melangkah keluar. "

"Saya sangat menyesal tentang hal ini," kata Ketua sambil mengangguk minta maaf. He headed to the door, and when he opened it, a villager appeared. He looked first to the Chief, then to Ainz, and said:

“Chief, I’m sorry to interrupt you when you’re talking to our guests, but they’re ready for the burial…”

"Oh …"

The Chief looked to Ainz, his eyes begging for his approval.

"Tidak apa-apa. There’s no need to worry about me.”

"Terima kasih. Then, tell the others that I will be there soon.”

Bagian 2

The burial ceremony was held in a nearby communal graveyard. It was surrounded by a broken-down fence, and within were several circular stone slabs inscribed with people’s names.

The Village Chief recited the verses to ease the spirits of the dead, and the words from his mouth appealed to a god that Ainz had never heard of in YGGDRASIL. It was a prayer that the spirits of the dead would find peace.

It appeared that there were not enough hands to bury all the bodies at once, so they chose to bury some of them first. To Ainz, burying the dead on the day they died was too hasty, but perhaps this was a normal practice for the faiths in this world.

He spotted the sisters he saved among the other villagers — Enri Emmott and Nemu Emmott. Their parents’ bodies were among those that would be buried today.

As he watched the villagers from close by, he idly stroked a thirty centimeter long wand under his robe. The wand was made of ivory and capped with gold. There were runes over the grip and it radiated an aura of holiness.

It was a Wand of Resurrection.

It was a magic item which could return the dead to life. Of course, Ainz did not possess just one of these wands. He had enough to resurrect all the dead in the village, with room to spare.

According to the Village Chief, this world’s magic did not have the power to raise the dead. That being the case, if he used the wand of resurrection, he would create a miracle in this village. However, after the prayer finished, as the burial ceremony neared its end, Ainz returned the wand to his inventory.

He could have brought them back to life, but he chose not to. This was not because he felt that the souls of the dead were the domain of the gods, or some other religious reason. It was simply because he felt that there were no benefits in doing so.

It was not hard to tell which would be more threatening, a magic caster that could take lives, or a magic caster which could return them. In addition, the chances of the villagers keeping the secret would be very low, even if he ordered them not to talk about the resurrections.

The power to conquer death was something that everyone craved.

If things were different, he might have used that power to recall people to life. However, he did not have enough information on the local conditions, so it would be unwise to do so now.

“They should be content with the fact that the village was saved,” Ainz muttered as he looked at the Death Knight that was standing behind him.

The Death Knight was another mystery.

In YGGDRASIL, all summoned monsters would vanish after a certain time unless special methods were used in their summoning. He had not used any such methods to summon the Death Knight and its summoning time was long past, but it remained here.

Although he had many hypotheses for this phenomenon, he still did not know enough to come to an answer. As Ainz was thinking about this, a pair of figures turned up beside him.

One was Albedo, and the other was roughly humanoid, but resembled a spider dressed in a ninja uniform. Its eight legs were tipped with sharp blades.

“An Eight Edge Assassin? Albedo, this is…”

Ainz looked around, but it seemed like none of the villagers were paying attention here. Albedo was one thing, but bringing a monster here would make them the center of attraction, even if the burial was going on.

Just then, Ainz remembered that Eight Edge Assassins were monsters that could go invisible.

“I brought him over because he wanted to pay his respects to you, Ainz-sama.”

“Oh, how refreshed my soul is whenever I see Ainz-sa—”

“—Enough of that. Are you part of the support troops?”

"Iya. There are four hundred vassals beside myself who stand ready to assault the village at any time.”

Assault? How had it ended up like this? As Ainz pondered that problem, he began muttering to himself — Sebas had no talent for passing messages.

“…There’s no need for an assault, the problem’s already been taken care of. Who’s your commander?”

“That would be Aura-sama and Mare-sama. Demiurge-sama and Shalltear-sama remain in Nazarick on alert, while Cocytus-sama is supervising Nazarick’s perimeter security.”

“I see… well, too many cooks spoil the broth. Everyone but Aura and Mare are to fall back. How many of you Eight Edge Assassins are there?”

“There are fifteen of us in total.”

“Then you can stay with Aura and Mare.”

After watching the Eight Edge Assassin nod in acknowledgement, Ainz turned his eyes back to the burial. They were about to fill in the graves, and the two girls were crying non-stop.

♦ ♦ ♦

In order not to interrupt the burial, Ainz strolled leisurely toward one of the roads leading to the village. Behind him were Albedo and the Death Knight.

Though his information-gathering had been interrupted by the funeral, Ainz had still managed to learn much about the region and the ways of this world. By the time he left the Village Chief’s home, the sun was going down.

It would seem his little hero act — to pay forward the kindness his old friend showed him — had taken more time than expected.

Still, the time spent here had not been wasted. In particular, the more he learned about this world, the more he realised he did not know. It was enough that he was aware of his ignorance.

As Ainz watched the magnificent sunset, he thought about what he needed to do.

It was dangerous to move around in this world when he did not understand anything about it. Ideally, he should finish gathering information and then begin acting in this world under a false identity. Although, after saving this village, hiding his identity was impossible.

Even if the knights were exterminated, their parent country would unearth the truth. Much like in the previous world where forensic science was well-developed, this new world might have its own ways of finding out the truth, and they might be very efficient in doing so.

Also, even if they made no investigation, as long as the villagers survived, someone would eventually follow the trail back to Ainz. To prevent a leak, he could take them all into the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. However, the country that these villagers belonged to would not take that lying down, and they might even treat it as a kidnapping.

Therefore, he had stated his name, and let the knights flee.

There were two reasons for that.

The first reason was that news about Ainz would get around as long as he did not hole up in Nazarick. Therefore, it would be better if he controlled how the information got out.

The second was because he wanted to spread the word that Ainz Ooal Gown saved a village and slew the knights. In particular, he wanted to let any players from YGGDRASIL hear about it.

Ainz planned to take up residence in either the Kingdom, the Empire, or the Theocracy.

If there were other players in these countries, there should be some trace of them. In contrast, if Ainz used Nazarick’s personnel to gather this information, it would not only be troublesome, but very risky. For instance, given Albedo’s personality, giving her the wrong kind of orders would end up making him unnecessary enemies.

Therefore, from an information-gathering point of view, joining one of the countries was a very good idea.

It would also be good to have one of them as backing in order to ensure the autonomy of Nazarick. After all, he could not take these countries lightly while he was not aware of their power. In addition, he could not lower his guard as long as he did not know who was the most powerful person in this new world. For all Ainz knew, there might be someone stronger than him among these three nations.

While there were a lot of drawbacks to becoming part of one of these kingdoms, there were many advantages as well. The question was the capacity in which he would join one of these countries.

He was not interested in being a slave. Neither was he interested in becoming part of a black-hearted enterprise like the one Herohero-san was in. Therefore, he needed to make his existence known to these factions. After having a closer look at their respective situations and how they treated him, he would move toward the most ideal of the factions.

These were the basics of job-hopping.

In that case, when should he make his move? He might end up exposing his weaknesses while he remained ignorant.

Ainz shook his head as he thought about that, as though he were tired. After all, he had been ceaselessly using his mind for the past few hours, and it was overstressed.

“Haa… let’s leave it at this. We’ve finished everything we need to do here. Albedo, let’s go back.”

"Dimengerti."

Albedo’s reply sounded very tense. There should be no reason for her to be so on edge in a harmless place like the village.

In that case, there was only one reason he could think of for Albedo to be like this. Ainz quietly asked Albedo:

“…Do you hate humans?”

“I detest them. Humans are weak and inferior lifeforms. They would look so pretty if I squashed them like bugs… besides that girl.”

Albedo’s words were as sweet as honey, yet their meaning was terribly cruel.

Ainz felt that they did not fit Albedo’s benign, goddess-like beauty. Therefore, he said:

“I see… I understand how you feel. However, I hope you can control yourself for the time being, because we have to put on a show.”

Albedo nodded energetically. As Ainz looked at her, he began to feel frustrated.

Her likes or dislikes would not be a problem for now, but the future was a different matter.

Understanding his subordinates was an important skill he had to master.

After Ainz realized this, he began looking for the Village Chief. It was basic manners to bid someone farewell before leaving.

He found the Chief almost immediately, talking to some of the villagers. He had a stern look on his face, but it did not seem normal. Indeed, he seemed to be quite wound up.

What was happening now?

Ainz resisted the urge to go “Cheh,” and approached the Chief. After all, he had saved them once; that meant that they were his responsibility.

“…What’s wrong, Chief-dono?”

The Chief’s face lit up, as though he had glimpsed a golden shiny wire of hope.

“Oh, Ainz-sama. It would seem there are some mounted people who look to be warriors approaching us…”

"Saya melihat…"

The Chief and the other nearby citizens looked at Ainz, worried expressions on their faces.

Ainz gently raised his hand as he saw this, which filled everyone with relief as he said:

“Leave it to me. Gather all of the survivors into the Village Chief’s house right now. The Chief and I will remain here.”

A bell rang, and the villagers gathered. The Death Knight took up a position near the Chief’s house, while Albedo remained behind him, awaiting orders.

In order to dispel the Chief’s unease, Ainz cheerfully said:

“Please be at ease. I will make an exception and handle this for free.”

The Chief no longer trembled, and smiled bitterly instead. Perhaps he had prepared himself to take this risk.

After a while, they finally sighted many mounted warriors along the road leading to the village. The horsemen slowly entered the square.

“…They aren’t uniformly equipped, and each of them is outfitted differently… are they not regular troops?” Ainz mused as he observed the men and their wargear.

The knights from before had breastplates bearing the sigils of the Baharuth Empire, and they were heavily equipped, each in the same way. While these men were wearing armor as well, their gear varied from man to man. Some wore leather armor and some did not have their plate armor on, exposing the chainmail underneath.

Some of them wore helmets, while some went bareheaded. About the only thing they had in common was that they each showed their faces. All of them had swords of similar make, but apart from that, they also carried bows, javelins, maces, and other backup weapons.

One could say that they looked like hardened veterans of the battlefield. A less polite way would be to say that they were a ragtag bunch of sellswords.

The riders finally entered the square. There were around twenty of them, and while they were wary of the Death Knight, they formed up neatly before Ainz and the Village Chief. A man stepped forward from the rest of the force.

He seemed to be the leader of the horsemen. He looked like the fiercest and most eye-catching one of his men.

The leader’s eyes rested briefly upon the Village Chief before lingering on the Death Knight and then he turned toward Albedo. He took a long time looking at her. However, once he satisfied himself that none of them were going to move, he immediately turned his keen gaze on Ainz.

Although the man looking at him seemed to be the sort who made his living by violence, Ainz remained still. A look like that could not hope to raise any ripples on the still lake of Ainz’s heart.

It was not because Ainz did not fear those eyes, but because of his undead body. Perhaps he was full of confidence because he could use his powers from YGGDRASIL.

Once satisfied, the leader spoke in a grave tone:

“—I am the Warrior-Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom, Gazef Stronoff. By order of the King, I have been visiting each of the frontier villages to exterminate knights from enemy countries who have been making trouble here.”

His even baritone echoed through the village square, and there was some commotion from the Chief’s house behind Ainz.

“The Kingdom’s Warrior-Captain…”

Won’t anyone tell me what’s going on? Ainz thought as he spoke to the Chief, his voice carrying a hint of rebuke:

“…What sort of man is he?”

“According to the traders, he was a man who claimed the championship of the martial arts tournament held before the King, and now he leads the elite warriors who are loyal to the King.”

“Is the man before us truly so amazing…?”

“…I do not know. All I heard were stories.”

Ainz looked closely, and he saw that each of the horsemen had the same emblems on their chests, which resembled what the Chief had said about the Kingdom’s emblems. That said, he did not have enough reliable information to be sure.

Gazef looked at the Chief and said, “You must be the Chief of this village. Can you tell me who is the person beside you?”

Ainz interrupted the Chief, who was about to answer, before nodding to Gazef and introducing himself.

“There is no need for that. Pleased to meet you, Warrior-Captain-dono of the Kingdom. My name is Ainz Ooal Gown, and I am a magic caster. This village was attacked by knights, and so I stepped in to rescue them.”

Gazef immediately dismounted, his armor clattering loudly as he did. He bowed deeply once he was on the ground.

“Thank you for saving this village. I have no words that can adequately praise your kindness.”

The air seemed to tremble.

The Warrior-Captain was a man from a privileged class of society. It was quite shocking that such a man would bow and scrape before a nobody like Ainz, in this world where people were so clearly divided amongst each other. From what he had heard, the concept of human rights was almost nonexistent in this country — no, in this world. A few years ago, the Kingdom still sanctioned the slave trade.

One could tell Gazef’s character from the way he was ready to dismount and bow to Ainz despite their difference in status.

This man is definitely the Kingdom’s Warrior-Captain, Ainz concluded.

“…Please, do not stand on ceremony. In truth, I did this for payment, so no thanks is needed.”

“Oh, a payment. Does this mean that you are an adventurer?”

“That is close enough to the truth.”

“Oh… I see. You must be an extraordinary adventurer, then. Although, forgive my ignorance, but I have not heard your mighty name before, Gown-dono.”

“I was travelling, you see, and I just happened to pass by. I am nobody famous.”

“…Travelling, you say. Though I regret having to waste the time of such a great adventurer, could you please tell me about the blackguards who attacked this village?”

“It would be my pleasure, Warrior-Captain-dono. Most of the knights who have attacked this village are already dead, so they will not be able to make trouble for the time being. Shall I go on?”

“…Already dead… Gown-dono, did you strike them down?”

After listening to the way Gazef spoke, Ainz realised that this world’s form of address was Western-style, and not Japanese-style. In other words, it went in the order of name, then surname, and not surname, then name. At last, he had solved the mystery of why the Chief looked so baffled when he had asked the Chief to call him Ainz. It was only expected that he would look like that when asked to address someone in such an unfamiliar way.

After realising his mistake, Ainz covered it up with his salaryman’s thick skin and replied:

“…Well, that is not entirely accurate…”

Gazef picked up on the hint in Ainz’s tone, and turned his eyes toward the Death Knight. He must have smelled the faded scent of gore and death that came from it.

“I have a couple of questions… may I know who that is?”

“He is a servant that I have created.”

Gazef murmured in approval, and then looked Ainz up and down with a keen gaze.

“Then… how about that mask?”

“I wear it for reasons known only to a magic caster.”

“May I remove that mask?”

“Sadly, I must refuse,” Ainz said as he gestured to the Death Knight. “It would not be good if I lost control of him.”

A look of shock flashed across the face of the Chief and gasps came from the villagers hiding within the Chief’s house. Perhaps he had sensed the change in the air and seen the look on the Chief’s face, but Gazef nodded deeply and said:

"Saya melihat. Then, we’d best not take it off.”

"Terima kasih."

“Then—”

“Before that, I have a request you might not like to hear. This village was recently attacked by knights of the Empire, and if you gentlemen brought your weapons in, it might trigger unpleasant memories in the villagers. May I ask you to place your weapons in a corner of the village square, to put the people at ease?”

“…It is as you say, Gown-dono. However, this sword was given to me by the King. I cannot set it down without his express permission.”

“—Ainz-sama, we will be fine.”

“Is that so, Chief-sama… then, please forgive my unreasonable request, Warrior-Captain-dono.”

“No, I see the logic in your thinking, Gown-dono. If this sword had not been personally awarded to me by the King, I would gladly lay it aside. Then, could we sit down and discuss the details. Also, the sky is growing dark, and we would like to rest in this village for the night…”

"Saya mengerti. Then, let us return to my home together—”

In the middle of the Chief’s reply, one of the horsemen ran into the square. He was panting heavily, and had an urgent report. In a high-pitched voice, the horseman said:

“Warrior-Captain! We’ve sighted a lot of people around the village! They’ve surrounded the village and they’re closing in!”

Part 3

“Everyone, take heed,” a calm voice spoke into everyone’s ears.

“The prey has entered the cage.”

The speaker was a man.

He had no distinguishing features, and he would not stand out in a crowd. However, there was no emotion in his seemingly man-made black sclerae or the scar on his face.

“Offer up your faith to the gods.”

Everyone began their silent prayers, a shortened version of their usual praise to their gods.

They had to spend time in prayer even when operating in another country. This was not complacency on their part, but a symbol of their faith in their gods.

These men who offered everything to the Slaine Theocracy and the gods they revered were far more devout than the average citizen of the Theocracy. This was why they could perform cruel acts without the slightest bit of hesitation, and why they felt no guilt for doing so.

After their prayers, the eyes of every man present were as hard and cold as glass.

“Begin.”

With that one single word, they neatly encircled the village in a way that would appear to onlookers as the product of long, hard training.

♦ ♦ ♦

These men were a black ops group from the Slaine Theocracy. Though their reputation spread far and wide, little was known about their members. They belonged to one of the Six Scriptures who answered directly to the high priests of the Slaine Theocracy. They were the Sunlight Scripture, whose mission was to exterminate demihuman settlements.

However, there were very few of these men, who were the most involved of the Six Scriptures in combat. There were only around a hundred of them in total.

This was because the recruitment standards for the Sunlight Scripture were very strict.

Entry required the ability to cast third tier divine magic, which was also the highest tier of magic that ordinary magic casters could reach. In addition, prospective recruits had to be in excellent physical condition, and they had to possess a strong will and deep faith.

In other words, they were the elite among other elite combatants.

The man quietly sighed as he watched his men disperse. Once they scattered to take their positions, it would be very hard to be sure of their movements. However, he was not worried about their skillful encirclement of the village.

The Sunlight Scripture’s commander, Nigun Grid Luin, only felt the peace of mind that came with knowing that success was at hand.

The Sunlight Scripture was not used to long-term clandestine operations in the field. As a result, they had missed four chances to finish the mission in the past. They were exceedingly careful every time they closed in on Gazef and his men of the Kingdom, in order to avoid being spotted. If they missed this chance as well, these days of tracking and pursuing would drag on and on.

“Next time… I’d like to ask the other teams for help, and leave some of the work to them.”

Someone answered Nigun’s gripes.

“That’s right, we’ve always been specialized in extermination, after all.”

The speaker was one of the men who had stayed behind to protect Nigun.

“I mean, this is a strange mission. Usually, we would have backup from the Windflower Scripture for something as important as this.”

“Indeed, I don’t know why they only deployed us this time round. Still, this will be good experience for us. We can take this as training in infiltrating enemy territory. Hm, for all we know, that was what the people on top intended.”

Nigun said that, but he was very clear that another mission of this nature would be very unlikely.

The orders he had been given were to “assassinate the greatest warrior of the Kingdom, the man famed in the surrounding countries for his matchless might, Gazef Stronoff.”

This was not the sort of task which would usually be assigned to the Sunlight Scripture. Instead, it would have been the province of the Theocracy’s most powerful special operations unit, the Black Scripture, whose members wielded the power of heroes. However, it was not possible this time round.

The reason was top secret, so he could not tell his subordinates, but Nigun knew the truth.

The Black Scripture was protecting the holy relic “Kei Seke Kouku” in preparation against the resurrection of the Catastrophe Dragon Lord, while the Windflower Scripture was busy chasing the traitor who had made off with a relic of the Miko Princesses. Neither of them had the free time to help them.

Nigun unconsciously felt the scar on his cheek.

He remembered the only time in the past where he had forced to flee with his tail between his legs. The face of that girl with the jet-black demonic sword rose in his mind.

Magic could have easily healed the wound without leaving a mark, but he had purposely left the scar to engrave the lesson of that humiliating defeat into his heart.

“…That damnable Blue Rose.”

The members of Blue Rose were citizens of the Kingdom, just like Gazef. Their priestess was the one who most drew his ire. Besides the fact that she was an infidel who worshipped another god, she had stopped Nigun while he was planning to attack demihumans, and even believed that she was on the side of justice in doing so.

“…Humanity is weak, and it uses any and all means to defend itself. Anyone who doesn’t know that is an utter and complete fool.”

One of the subordinates seemed to have sensed the anger smoldering in Nigun’s glassy black eyes, and interjected:

“But, but the Kingdom is foolish too.”

Nigun did not answer, although he agreed with those words.

Gazef was very strong, so in order to weaken him, they had to deprive him of his panoply.

♦ ♦ ♦

The Kingdom was divided into the Noble and the Royal factions. Since they were opposed to Gazef, a prominent figure in the Royal faction, the Noble faction was easily led to take political action to eliminate him. They did not even pause to consider that the impetus for their deeds came from a foreign power.

Gazef was a commoner who had risen to his current station by dint of his swordplay, and so the nobles despised him.

And that had led to this conclusion.

The Kingdom’s trump card would soon be lost by their own hands.

That was a supremely foolish move to Nigun.

They — the Slaine Theocracy — might be divided into six sects, but whenever they needed to act, they did so as one.

One reason for that was because everyone respected each other’s gods. The other was because everyone knew that there were many inhuman tribes and monsters in this world, and that they would be in danger if they did not work together.

“…Which is why everyone should walk the path of the righteous teachings together. Humanity should not fight amongst itself, but work hand in hand to bring about a better and brighter future.”

Gazef would be the sacrifice for that.

“…Can we kill him?”

Nigun did not mock his subordinate’s unease.

Their prey was the Kingdom’s Warrior-Captain — the strongest man in the region — Gazef Stronoff.

Eliminating him would be more difficult than attacking and exterminating the inhabitants of a huge goblin village. In order to dispel his underlings’ fears, Nigun calmly replied:

“It will be fine. Right now, he does not possess any of the Kingdom’s treasures, the ones which he is permitted to bear. Without them, killing him will be a piece of cake… no, it would be better to say that without them, this is our only chance to kill him.”

The Kingdom’s Warrior-Captain, Gazef Stronoff, was famed as the strongest fighter in the land. But there was a reason for that reputation beyond his extraordinary swordsmanship.

That reason was the five heirlooms of the Kingdom. Although only four of them were known, he was permitted to bear all of them.

The Gauntlets of Vitality, that made their user immune to fatigue. The Amulet of Immortality, which constantly regenerated his wounds. The Guardian Armor, made of adamantite and enchanted to ward off critical hits. Razor’s Edge, the sword created and enchanted in pursuit of sharpness, which could slice through armor like the proverbial hot knife through butter.

Even Nigun could not hope to triumph in a head-on attack against Gazef Stronoff, whose offensive and defensive ability increased astronomically when he used those items. No, it might well be that no human could defeat him when he was like that. However, he did not have those treasures with him now, so this was a great chance for Nigun.

“And then… we also have a trump card of our own. This is a battle we cannot possibly lose.”

Nigun patted his chest lightly.

In this world, there were three types of magic items which fell outside the usual types and classifications.

The first kind were the relics from five hundred years ago, left behind by the Eight Greed Kings who had conquered the world in an instant.

The next kind came from the Dragons, who were once the masters of the world before they were decimated by the Eight Greed Kings. The most powerful Dragons, the Dragon Lords, made the secret treasures of dragonkind.

And the third kind were the keystones of the Slaine Theocracy, the artifacts left behind from when the Six Gods descended upon the world six hundred years ago.

Those were the three types.

What Nigun had in his breast pocket now was a rare treasure that very few people in the Slaine Theocracy possessed. In other words, it was Nigun’s secret weapon.

Nigun glanced at the metal band on his wrist. Numbers floated up from its surface, indicating that the appointed time had come.

“Then… begin the operation.”

Nigun and his subordinates began casting spells.

They summoned the highest-ranking angels their magic would permit.

♦ ♦ ♦

“I see… so there were people out there.”

Gazef peeked out at the people surrounding the village from inside the darkened house.

He could see three people within his field of vision. They were slowly advancing on the village while maintaining an even separation from each other.

They were unarmed and were not wearing heavy armor. However, that did not mean that they were pushovers. Many magic casters disliked such equipment and preferred lighter gear. This suggested that they were magic casters.

However, it was the winged monsters floating beside them which confirmed their vocations.

Angels.

Angels were monsters summoned from another world, and many people — particularly, the citizens of the Slaine Theocracy — believed them to be messengers of the gods. However, the priests of the Kingdom ruled that these so-called angels were merely summoned monsters.

While these religious disputes were part of the reason why the countries were set against each other, Gazef felt that their status as divine messengers was secondary to their strength as monsters.

To Gazef, angels and demons, their similarly-ranked counterparts, were stronger than many other monsters summoned using magic of a similar tier. Most of them had special abilities and some could even use magic. They were troublesome foes, in his reckoning.

Of course, that depended on the individual angel. Not all of them were difficult to beat.

However, the angels this time round, with their shining breastplates and flaming swords, were of a type that was unknown to him.

Ainz was watching them with him from the side. He asked Gazef, who did not know anything and could not gauge their strength:

“Who are these people? What do they want? I don’t think there should be anything that valuable in this village…”

“Gown-dono, you do not know either? …Well, if it is not wealth they seek, then there can only be one other answer.”

Ainz and Gazef locked eyes.

“They must really hate you, Warrior-Captain-dono.”

“It comes with the job of Warrior-Captain. However… this is troubling. Judging by the way the other side has so many people who can summon angels, they must be from the Slaine Theocracy… and it’s clear that the people carrying out this operation must be a special operations unit… the legendary Six Scriptures. It would seem that both in numbers or ability, the opposition is superior to us.”

Gazef shrugged, indicating the difficulty he was in. He might have seemed merely depressed on the surface, but inside, he was seething with anger and panic.

“Well, they’ve certainly gone to a lot of trouble, using the Noble faction to strip me of my gear. However, it’s troublesome for that snake of a man to remain in the courts, so I guess it should be my good fortune to be able to recognize his villainy here. Still, I didn’t expect the Slaine Theocracy to have their eyes on me…”

He snorted.

He did not have enough men, he was under-equipped for a battle like this, and he had no plan in mind. In short, he had nothing. Although, there might still be a trump card he could use.

“…Is that an Archangel Flame? It looks similar enough, but… what is a monster like that doing here… could it have been summoned by magic too? Itu berarti…"

Gazef turned to look at the mumbling Ainz. With a hopeful look on his face, he asked:

“Gown-dono, if it is all right with you, would you be willing to let me hire you?”

There was no answer, but Gazef could feel the weight of Ainz’s gaze beneath the mask.

“You may name your price and I will meet it.”

“…Please permit me to refuse.”

“…Even the loan of that knight you summoned would be fine.”

“…I must refuse that as well.”

“I see… then, what if I conscripted you, in accordance with the Kingdom’s laws?”

“That would be the worst decision you could make… I did not plan to say such harsh words, but if you insist on using the authority of the Kingdom to conscript me, then I would be compelled to put up a bit of resistance.”

The two of them looked wordlessly at each other. The first to avert his eyes was Gazef.

“…That would be frightening indeed. We would be wiped out before even crossing blades with the gentlemen of the Slaine Theocracy.”

“Wiped out… well, that’s a good joke. However, I am glad you understand me.”

Gazef narrowed his eyes and looked at Ainz, whose head was nodded in thanks.

His words just now were not a joke, Gazef’s instincts told him. Making an enemy of this magic caster would be a fatal error.

In the face of this life-threatening danger, his instincts were more reliable than his meager intellect.

Who was he? Dari mana dia datang?

As Gazef thought, he looked at Ainz’s strange mask. What did he look like under the mask? Was he someone that he knew? Atau…

"Apa yang salah? Is there something on my mask?”

“Ah, no. I simply felt that mask was very special. Since that mask is used to control that monster… then it must be a very powerful magic item… am I correct?”

“Well, about that… I should say that it’s a very rare and valuable item. One could even say that it was exclusive.”

Possessing a potent magic item implied that the possessor was a skilled individual. By that logic, Ainz must have been a very talented magic caster. Gazef felt a little saddened for not being able to secure his aid.

Although, part of him hoped that as an adventurer, Ainz would accept that request.

“…I see that it’s meaningless to keep going on about this. Then, Gown-dono, please take care of yourself. Once again, thank you for saving this village.”

Gazef removed his metal gauntlet and shook Ainz’s hand. Originally, Ainz was thinking of removing his own Jarngreipr to return the courtesy, but in the end, he did not do so. Still, Gazef paid it no heed. He gripped Ainz’s hand tightly, and said:

“I am truly, truly grateful to you for protecting these innocent villagers from being slaughtered. Also… I know it is very selfish of me and I have no authority to make you do anything… but I hope you can protect the villagers here, just one more time. Right now, I have nothing to give you, but I hope that no matter what, you will heed my plea… I beg you.”

“About that…”

“If you should ever visit the Royal Capital, I will give you anything you desire. I swear this on the name of Gazef Stronoff.”

Gazef let go of Ainz’s hand, making to kneel, but Ainz extended his hand to stop him.

“…There is no need to go that far… Very well, I shall protect the villagers. I swear that on the name of Ainz Ooal Gown.”

After hearing Ainz swear on his name, Gazef breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you very much, Gown-dono. Now I have nothing more to worry about. All I need to do now is charge boldly ahead.”

“…Before that, please take this with you.”

Ainz took out an item and handed it to the smiling Gazef. It was a small, strangely carved statuette. There did not seem to be anything special about it. However—

“If it is a gift from your good self, I will gladly accept it. Then, Gown-dono. Time grows short, but I must now leave.”

“…Will you not you wait until nightfall before setting out?”

“The opposition should have spells like 「Darkvision」 and the like, so night fighting is not to our advantage, but I cannot imagine they will be hampered by it. Also… we also need to let you see how we stand or fall.”

"Saya melihat. As expected of the Kingdom’s Warrior-Captain, your keen insight is truly worthy of praise. Then, I wish you all the best, Warrior-Captain-dono.”

“And I wish you a safe journey home, Gown-dono.”

♦ ♦ ♦

Ainz quietly watched Gazef’s back shrinking into the distance as he rode off. Although her master seemed to be thinking about something, Albedo did not inquire further.

“…Haa… when I first saw the humans here, I could not help but think of them as insects… but after speaking with them, I have come to be fond of them, like small animals.”

“Is that why you swore on your glorious name to protect them?”

“Perhaps… no, I should say that it was in response to how he bravely rode to his death…”

Ainz admired it.

He admired Gazef’s determination, his strength of will that he did not have.

“…Albedo, order the servants to search out the ambushers around us and knock them out once they are found.”

“I will do so at once… Ainz-sama, the Village Chief and the others are here.”

As Ainz turned to look at Albedo, he caught sight of the Chief and two other villagers coming over.

They reached Ainz’s side, panting heavily. Filled with tension and unease, the Chief spoke immediately, as though breathing were a luxury he could not afford.

“Ainz-sama, what should we do? Why did the Warrior-Captain leave us behind and not protect us?”

The Chief’s words were filled with fear, but there was an undercurrent of anger there as well.

“…He is doing what he must do, Chief-dono… The foe has their eye on the Warrior-Captain-dono, and if he stayed here, the village would become a battlefield. The enemy will not let you flee either. He left this place for your sake.”

“I see, so that was why the Warrior-Captain left… Then, then should we remain here?”

"Tentu saja tidak. They will come to kill you after they are done with the Warrior-Captain-dono. As long as you remain within their encirclement, you will have nowhere to run. However… while the foe is dealing with the Warrior-Captain-dono, you will have a chance to flee. You should take it.”

So that was why the Warrior-Captain rode out in force with his men. He planned to use himself as bait and lure the enemy away with a head-on attack.

The Chief red-facedly lowered his head as he heard about the Warrior-Captain’s slim chances. The man was riding to his death just to give them a chance to flee. He cursed his inability to understand the man’s sacrifice, and how he mistook Gazef’s courage for selfishness and maligned him for it.

“I can’t believe I jumped to conclusions and wrongly blamed a good man… then, Ainz-sama, what should we do now?”

"Bagaimana apanya?"

“We live near the forest, but there’s no guarantee that we won’t be attacked by monsters. We were just lucky and thought that this place was safe, so we gave no thought to self-defense, and in the end, not only did we lose our friends and loved ones, but even became a burden…”

Now it was not just the Chief, but the villagers behind him who had looks of regret on their faces.

“That could not be helped either. Your attackers were professional soldiers. If you had tried to resist, you might have all been dead before I got here.”

Ainz was trying to comfort the villagers, but none of them felt comforted at all. The fact was that no matter what pretty words he said, the loss of the villagers was an undeniable tragedy. All they could hope for was for time to heal their wounds.

“Village Chief-dono, there is no more time. You must move quickly so as not to waste the Warrior-Captain’s determination.”

“I see… then, Ainz-sama, what will you do?”

“…I will stay here and observe the situation, and then wait for a good time to escort you all away.”

“We are always making trouble for you, Ainz-sama, really, we…”

“…Think nothing of it. Because I made a promise to the Warrior-Captain-dono… in any case, gather all the villagers into one of the larger houses. I will further protect it with magic.”

Part 4

He could feel his horse’s agitation through his feet.

Even a trained warhorse — no, it was because it was a warhorse that the beast knew it was riding into death.

There were only four or five of the enemy surrounding the village, so there was a large gap between each of them. However, their encirclement was most likely airtight.

In other words, they had set a trap for him, and if he sprang it, he would die.

Even so, Gazef was still determined to break through them. No, going by the present circumstances, a forceful breakthrough was the only choice for him.

He had no chance against them in ranged combat.

If he had skilled archers by his side, it would be a different matter. If not, he had to avoid a long-range battle with magic casters.

Fighting a defensive battle would be even more stupid.

It would be one thing if they had stone-walled houses or a sturdy fort to fight from, but he had no confidence at all in the ability of wooden walls to stop magic. For all he knew, both Gazef and the houses might go up in smoke together.

Therefore, the last tactic he could use was a thoroughly unethical one.

That was to say, he would have to shift the theater of battle into the village and draw Ainz Ooal Gown into the fight, thus forcing his involvement.

But if he did that, it would completely defeat the purpose of coming here in the first place. Therefore, Gazef had to put himself into danger.

“Hit the enemy hard and draw in the sentries from around the village. After that, fall back immediately. Do not hesitate and miss your chance to flee.”

After hearing the energetic replies from behind him, Gazef frowned.

How many of the men here would be able to go back alive?

They were not any more talented than ordinary people. Nor were they born with superpowers or special talents. They were just a group of men who had trained hard under Gazef. Losing the fruits of his labor here would be a terrible waste.

Gazef was going to make a stupid, senseless sacrifice, and his men were going to follow him into it. He wanted to apologize to these men, that he had drawn in with him, but once he turned around and saw them, those words died in his mouth.

What he saw were the faces of true warriors, fearless men who knew where they were headed and who had swallowed any complaints about the matter..

There was no need to apologize for the looks on his men’s faces, that look which said that they knew they were riding into danger, but they would go into it regardless. One by one, the men shouted to the embarrassed Gazef:

“Don’t worry, Warrior-Captain!”

“Yeah, we all came here of our own free will, to fight and die by your side, Warrior-Captain!”

“Please let us protect our country, our people, and our friends!”

There was nothing left to say. Gazef returned their shouts with a thunderous cry:

“Then, forward! Tear their guts out!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Gazef’s men spurred their horses forward to follow their leader. The galloping horses shot across the plains like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Still mounted, Gazef drew his bow and nocked an arrow to the string.

Though his horse shook and shuddered beneath him, Gazef calmly drew the string back. The loosed arrow struck its target unerringly, piercing the head of the frontmost magic caster… or at least, that was what he thought would happen.

“Cheh! It was useless after all. Maybe if I had a magic arrow, but… ah, I don’t have what I don’t have. Griping about it here is pointless.”

The arrow bounced off like it had struck a sturdy helmet. That supernatural hardness must have been the work of magic. Just as Gazef had said, in order to shoot through magic that protected against ranged attacks, he would need a magic weapon of his own.

Since Gazef did not have a weapon like that, he stopped shooting and put away his bow.

The magic casters began their counterattack, and cast their spells.

Gazef focused his energies, and took a stance in order to resist their magic.

Just then, the horse between his legs whinnied loudly and reared up, its front legs kicking the air.

“Go! Pergi! Go!”

He tightly gripped his reins and leaned forward, practically hugging the horse. Fortunately, his swift reflexes kept Gazef from being thrown off. While it had caused a sheen of cold sweat to bloom all over his body, at the very least, he had managed to suppress his brief panic. There was something more important before him.

A flustered and panting Gazef lashed his mount’s flanks, but the horse remained still, as though someone more important than its rider were giving it orders.

This strange phenomenon could only mean one thing.

Mind-controlling magic.

The horse had been affected by such a spell. Gazef might have been able to fight off its effects, but the affected party was not a magical beast, but a mere warhorse, so resistance was not to be expected.

Anger flared up in Gazef for not predicting such an obvious form of attack. He leapt off his horse, and his galloping subordinates guided their mounts around him, flowing past him on both sides.

“Warrior-Captain!”

The last men of the group slowed down, extending their hands. They wanted to help Gazef onto their horse, but the angel looking down upon them from the heavens swooped down faster. Gazef drew his sword and swung at the angel.

The steel blade became a swift flash of light.

The stroke of the Kingdom’s strongest man was enough to cleave a man’s body in two. But the angel was not a man, and although it had taken a grave wound to its torso, it was not slain yet.

The blood spraying into the air was the mana that composed the angel. It vanished like smoke.

“No need for that! Turn around and charge them!”

After Gazef gave his orders, he turned a keen glare at the angel which had escaped with its life. It had been badly hurt, but it was still trying to find holes in Gazef’s defenses.

“So that’s how it is.”

A strange feeling ran up his arms when his blade found its mark.

Gazef knew what it was. These monsters had a skill that would greatly reduce any damage done to them unless the attacking weapon was made of a special material. It was thanks to this ability that the angel could take a blow from Gazef without falling.

If that was the case…

Gazef focused his energies within himself and activated the martial art 「Focus Battle Aura」, and his blade glowed with a crimson light.

The angel took this opportunity to cut in with a sword of red flame. However—

“—Too slow.”

In the eyes of the Kingdom’s strongest warrior, Gazef Stronoff, the angel’s movements were truly too slow.

Gazef’s sword moved.

This blow was far more powerful than the one before it, and Gazef’s sword sheared neatly through the angel’s body.

Its body destroyed, the Angel seemed to melt in mid-air, its glittering wings flapping a few times before vanishing as though it had been nothing more than an illusion.

If Gazef had not been in such dire straits, he might well have applauded the light show. However, he did not have the time for that at the moment.

Gazef looked around, saw the enemies advancing on him in an endless tide — and smiled.

More angels flashed into existence around them as well.

Gazef was well aware that they were not ordinary reinforcements.

“…So, anything goes with magic, huh? Damn.”

As he cursed the magic casters who could easily do what warriors could not, Gazef calmly took stock of the enemies surrounding him, and confirmed that this was everyone who was surrounding the village.

That would mean that the encirclement of the village was lifted.

“Then, Gown-dono, the rest is up to you.”

The knowledge that he could save the surviving villagers filled Gazef’s heart with endless joy. He smiled at the enemy’s carelessness.

And then, the sound of hoofbeats filtered into Gazef’s ears. It was the sound of Gazef’s subordinates, charging back into the battle.

“I told you to scatter once the blockade went down… truly, you’re a bunch of fools… and truly, I’m proud of you.”

Gazef sprinted forward.

This might well be the best and only chance to end the battle. Judging by the speed of the horsemen, the enemy magic casters would need to focus all their attention on them. He would take advantage of this opportunity to cause chaos in their ranks. That was the only way.

His men’s horses whinnied and reared up, just like Gazef’s horse did. Several people moaned in pain as they were thrown off their horses, and the angels took the chance to press the attack.

Although his subordinates were on par with the angels in terms of fighting power, the latter had special abilities with the former did not possess, and Gazef’s men were soon plunged into dire straits. As he had expected, more than half of his men were fighting desperately for their lives. The spells of the magic casters only made things that much worse for them.

His men fell to the ground, one after the other.

Gazef averted his eyes, and ran forward again.

His target was the enemy commander.

He did not think the enemy would retreat if their commander went down, but that was the only way to save everyone.

Over thirty angels put themselves in Gazef’s way as he charged. He frowned as he saw the heavy defenses ahead of him.

“Out of my way—”

Gazef activated his trump card.

Heat bloomed from his hands, and spread to envelop his entire body.

Gazef broke the limits of his physical body and stepped into the realm of heroes. In addition, he activated several martial arts at once — one could call those a warrior’s magic.

Gazef glared at the six angels surrounding him.

“「Sixfold Slash of Light」!”

This was a martial art that struck as fast as light. In one move, he hit the six angels around him.

All six of them were cut in half, dissolving into motes of light.

The reinforcements from the Slaine Theocracy gasped in surprise, while Gazef’s men cheered.

Although his ultimate attack made his arms cramp up, it was not enough to decrease his fighting effectiveness.

Then, as though ordered to drown out the cheers, a huge wave of angels swept in, and one of them lunged at Gazef with its flaming sword.

“「Instant Counter」!”

Gazef used his martial art just as the angel swung, and his body blurred away like mist.

Halfway through its attack, the angel took a hit from Gazef. That hit reduced it to glittering dust.

But Gazef’s offensive did not end there.

“「Flow Acceleration」!”

With fluid, graceful moves, he dispatched the angels one after the other.

His ultimate attack took down two more angels again. This splendid display of martial technique inspired Gazef’s men and gave them a ray of hope.

But the Theocracy’s troops would not allow that to happen, and their commander erased that hope with mockery.

"Sudah selesai dilakukan dengan baik. However… that is all you can do. Clerics who have lost your angels, summon new ones. Focus your spells on Stronoff!”

The heat which had been building in the air immediately cooled off.

“This is bad.”

Gazef took down another angel as he muttered to himself. It would seem there would not be any more cheering no matter how many angels Gazef slew, since his men were worrying about the enemy coming at them.

They were superior in numbers, equipment, training, and individual ability.

The sole weapon of Gazef’s beleaguered men — their hope for victory — was gone.

After unconsciously evading an incoming sword, Gazef counterattacked, and destroyed an angel in one hit. However, the enemy he was aiming for was still far away.

Although his subordinates hoped otherwise, they needed magic weapons to break through the angels’ damage reduction. They did not know how to use the 「Focus Battle Aura」 martial art like Gazef could, and without magic weapons, even if Gazef’s men could injure the angels, they could not finish them off.

They were at their wit’s end.

♦ ♦ ♦

Gazef bit his lip, and continued slashing.

His record for the most consecutive uses of his ultimate attack, 「Sixfold Slash of Light」, was rapidly increasing.

A warrior like Gazef could use six different kinds of martial arts at once, and combined with his hidden ultimate attack, that made seven martial arts at once.

Until now, he had been using martial arts to improve his physical attributes, fortify his mind, improve his magic resistance, temporarily render his weapon magical, as well as another technique that he used on hitting an opponent. That made five martial arts.

The reason why he had not pushed himself to the limit and used all seven at once was because powerful martial arts depleted one’s concentration.

In particular, the 「Sixfold Slash of Light」 required three times the focus of his other techniques.

Gazef had two ultimate attacks like this, but he could only use them with four other martial arts at the same time.

He could easily defeat an angel with those techniques. But even if he struck them down, more of them were summoned anew. As long as he did not defeat their summoners, they would call up more angels to face him. While trying to run the opposition out of mana was an option, Gazef would probably tire before that.

The truth was, Gazef’s arms were growing heavier and heavier, and his heart was racing.

「Instant Counter」 was a martial art that forcibly corrected the body’s balance after making an attack, resetting it to before the blow was struck. While that meant that the practitioner could immediately attack again, the forced reset of the body would place immense strain on it.

「Flow Acceleration」 was a martial art that increased the speed at which one’s nerves functioned, increasing one’s attack rate. However, that technique created fatigue in the brain.

And then, there was the ultimate attack, the 「Sixfold Slash of Light」.

Using them put a great burden on the body, but without them, he would have no chance at all.

“Bring them all on! Your angels are nothing!”

His fearsome shout startled the Theocracy troops, but they soon recovered and renewed the offensive on Gazef.

“Pay him no heed, that’s just the roar of a caged beast. Don’t worry, deplete his strength bit by bit. But don’t get too close. That beast’s claws are long and sharp.”

Gazef glared at the man with a scar on his face.

If only he could defeat him, he could turn the battle around. The problem was the other angel near him, different from the ones with the flaming swords. And then there was the great distance between them, and the several layers of defenses in the way.

They were simply too far apart.

“The beast is about to make a break for it. Show him the meaning of the word ‘impossible.’”

The man’s calm voice only served to aggravate Gazef further.

Even if he stepped into the realm of heroes, Gazef could not win with his refined melee techniques alone.

Still — so what? If that was the only road available to him, then he would have to charge down it with all his might.

As the strength returned to his eyes, Gazef began his charge.

However, the road ahead was hard, like he had expected.

The angels loomed before him, one after the after, swinging their swords of scorching red flame. As he evaded and counterattacked and destroyed the angels one after the other, Gazef suddenly felt an intense pain. It felt like he had been struck hard in the belly.

As he looked in the direction of the pain, he saw a group of magic casters casting a spell of some sort.

“Well, if you’re priests, you should act like it. How about a little healing over here!?”

As though to answer Gazef’s jibe, an invisible force smashed into Gazef’s body.

Though the enemy used invisible attacks, Gazef was confident that he could avoid them by reading traces in the air and the looks on his opponent’s faces. That might even have worked, if there were only a few of them. However, against thirty of those attacks, there was nothing he could do. Just keeping his sword in his hands was taking all his strength.

The pain filled his whole body. He had no idea where it was coming from, only that it was so great it almost made him collapse.

“Gahaah!”

The taste of steel welled up in his throat, and Gazef spat a mouthful of fresh blood. The sticky ichor welled out of his mouth and stained his chin.

Gazef’s legs were shaky after that barrage of invisible blows, and now an angel was swinging its flaming sword at him.

He could not avoid the blow, and it struck his armor. Fortunately, it deflected the sword, but the impact travelled through the breastplate and deep into his body.

He swung wildly at the angel, but his poor balance meant that the angel easily evaded the attack.

Gazef’s sword trembled in his hands as he gasped for breath.

The fatigue that filled his body seemed to be whispering into his ear, telling him to just lie down and rest.

“The hunt has entered its final stages. Do not let the beast rest — order your angels to attack consecutively.”

Even though Gazef desperately wanted a moment to recover, the angels surrounding him obeyed their masters and mercilessly attacked him, one after the other.

He somehow evaded the attack from behind, and parried a thrust from the side. He used the strong angles of his armor to deflect an angel’s charge from above.

Gazef wanted to counterattack his foes, but he was greatly outnumbered.

As his strength diminished, he could only take out one opponent at a time, since he lacked the stamina to use martial arts. As his subordinates fell one by one, the enemy’s attacks were concentrated on him. With no way to break through the enemy’s encirclement, he felt death closing in on him.

His concentration faltered, and he nearly fell to one knee. He desperately tried to refocus so he could fight.

The invisible impacts came again, striking the tottering Gazef.

The world before him shook mightily.

Not good!

Gazef used all his strength to try and maintain his balance. However, something seemed wrong with his body, and the strength that should have held him up was nowhere to be found.

The itch of touching the grass spread through his body, and Gazef realised that he had fallen.

He struggled to rise again, but his body betrayed him. The angels’ swords meant death for him.

“Now, finish him off, but do not send in one angel. Use them all to ensure he is dead.”

Yes, he was dead.

His well-trained hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he could not pick up his longsword. Even so, he could not give up.

His gritted teeth made creaking sounds.

Gazef was not afraid of death. He had taken many lives in the past, so he was prepared to meet his end on the battlefield.

Like he had told Ainz, he was hated by people. That hatred became a sword that would one day pierce his body.

But he could not accept an end like this.

They had attacked several villages and murdered defenseless, innocent villagers, all to lure Gazef into a trap. He could not allow himself to die at the hands of honorless dogs like this, and he could not bear his powerlessness.

“Gaaaaaaah! Don’t look down on me—!”

He shouted with all the strength in his body.

Blood dribbled out the side of his mouth as Gazef rose to his feet.

A man who should have been powerless to stand now stood proudly, the mighty force of his presence forcing back the angels that surrounded him.

“Haaa—! Haaa—!”

Just getting to his feet had him panting heavily. His mind was a blur and his body felt like it had turned to mud. But he could not lie down. If he lay down, all would be lost.

This little bit of pain he felt could not compare to the suffering of the dead villagers.

“I am the Warrior-Captain of the Re-Estize Kingdom! I am a man who loves and defends his country! How can I lose to bastards like you who stain my country with your footsteps—!?”

He was certain that great man would protect the villagers.

Then, what he should do was defeat as many of the enemy as he could, so the people would not meet the same fate as all the others.

Protecting the future people of the Kingdom. That was all he wanted to do.

“…You will die here because all you can do is babble that nonsense, Gazef Stronoff.”

Gazef glared at the enemy commander as his cruel mockery reached his ears.

“If only you had abandoned these villagers on the border, you would not be dying here. You probably don’t know, but your life is far more valuable than even a thousand of these peasants. If you truly love your country, you should have abandoned them to die.”

“You and I… will never see eye to eye… let’s go!”

“What can that body of yours do? Cease your pointless struggles and lie down quietly. As a final act of mercy, I will kill you without drawing out your suffering.”

“If you think… I’m helpless… then why don’t you come… take my head? It should be easy… if I’m like this, right?”

“…Hmph. You’re all talk. It looks like you still want to fight. Do you think you can win?”

Gazef simply stared straight ahead, his hands trembling as he gripped his sword. He focused on the enemy in front of him, ignoring the angels surrounding him.

“…What a pointless effort. Truly, you are an idiot. After we kill you, we will then massacre the villagers you saved. All you have done is bought them a fear filled stay of execution.”

“Kuh. kuh… kuku…”

Gazef was smiling brightly.

“…What’s so funny?”

“…Hmph, you fool. In that village… is a man who is stronger than me. His power is unfathomable, but he could take you all out by himself… Trying to kill… the villagers he protects… is impossible for you.”

“…Someone stronger than the Kingdom’s greatest warrior? Do you think boasting like that will do you any good? You truly are an idiot.”

Gazef was still smiling. What kind of look would Nigun have on his face when he met that inscrutable man called Ainz Ooal Gown? Seeing that would probably be the best gift Gazef could receive before heading off to the afterlife.

“…Angels, kill Gazef Stronoff.”

Countless wings moved in response to that cold, cruel order.

Gazef steeled himself, preparing to run forward, when suddenly a voice came past him:

—Looks like it’s about time to switch.

The scenery before Gazef changed, and he was no longer on that bloodsoaked plain. Instead, he was in the corner of what looked like a simple village hut.

There were worried-looking villagers all around him.

“This, this is…”

“This is a warehouse that Ainz-sama has protected with his magic.”

“So you’re the Chief… Gown, Gown-dono does not seem to be here.”

“No, he was here just a moment ago, but he seems to have vanished without a trace, and in his place, you appeared, Warrior-Captain-sama.”

I see, so the voice in my head was…

Gazef allowed himself to relax. He would have no part to play in what would come next. Gazef collapsed to the ground, and the villagers hurriedly drew closer.

The Six Scriptures. They were an enemy that even Gazef Stronoff, the strongest warrior in the region, could not hope to defeat.

Yet, he could not even begin to imagine that Ainz would lose.