was made of steel with a black matte luster and covered with gold and purple decorations,
giving it a very expensive appearance. After wearing it, Momonga moved a bit to check.
Although his body felt some pressure, the armor was not restricting his movement.
The armor was fitting very well and covered every part of his body, making it impossible for any
of his bones to be visible.
If it was magically created equipment Momonga was able to equip it, just like in YGGDRASIL.
Momonga admired this great magic, his reflection of wearing the full-faced helmet gave him the
look of a majestic warrior, and he didn’t look like a magician at all. Momonga nodded his head in
satisfaction, swallowing his non-existent saliva. With a mischievous and innocent look,
Momonga said:
“I’m going out for a bit.”
“The guards are ready at any time.”
The maid immediately answered out of reflex. But──
This is starting to get really annoying.
On the first day of being followed by guards, he felt rather oppressed; on the second day, he
started getting used to it and wanted to show off with his guards, but when it came to the third
day───
Momonga could not help but let out a sigh.
No matter where he went, his bodyguards were following him. Additionally, people would bow
whenever they met him. This feeling was just too heavy.
He would be able to endure it if he could just casually walk around with his guards. But that was
impossible. Because he had to maintain his role as ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, he
couldn’t show the slightest amount of weakness, so it was nerve-wracking. For an ordinary
person like Momonga, this was extremely exhausting.
Even if any of his strong emotional outbursts was immediately suppressed, they still made him
feel as if he was burnt by a small flame.
Especially with incredibly beautiful women following him and not leaving his side, all the while
taking meticulous care of him. As a man he would obviously feel happy, but there was still the
problem of his privacy being invaded.
This mental fatigue was also part of his human side.
As the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, it would be very dangerous if he was caught up in a
emergency situation while being mentally exhausted. During a key moment, he might make a
fatal mistake.
He needed to relax a little.
After coming to this conclusion, Momonga opened his eyes. Although his expression didn’t
change, the fire within his eyes grew stronger.
“No need…. I don’t want anyone to follow me, I just want to walk on my own.”
“Please wait, in the case that Momonga-sama encounters any trouble, we must act as as your
shield, we absolutely cannot let anything happen to Momonga-sama.”
It would be too heartless to ignore their feelings of wanting to sacrifice their lives in order to
protect their master who just wanted to have a relaxing walk.
However, it has been three days since the occurrence of the abnormal situation, which would
amount to at least 72 hours. During all this time, Momonga has been trying to maintain his
dignity as ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and his heart was eager to rest.
So although he felt sorry for them, Momonga had already prepared an excuse:
“... I have something secret to attend to, so I won’t allow anyone following me.”
A brief silence.
Momonga felt like a long period of time passed, then the maid finally answered:
“Yes, Momonga-sama. Please take care.”
Looking at the maid who believed his excuse, Momonga felt bad about his deception but he
decided to just ignore that feeling.
Nothing should go wrong if he took a little break. First, he would go and see the outside scenery
for himself. Yes, he had to confirm with his own eyes if it was possible to go to other places, this was extremely important.
The real reason why Momonga invented more and more excuses was because he felt that his
current behavior was too selfish.
Shaking off his feelings of guilt, Momonga activated the power of his ring.
The place he was sent to was a huge plaza. Nearby were multiple slender stone tables that
were meant for corpses, but right now there were none. The floor was covered with brightly
polished limestone and behind Momonga was a staircase leading downwards, ending in front of
a large gate leading to the first floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. The walls didn’t have any
torches, the only source of light came from the blue and white light from the moon. Using the
power of the ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, it was possible to instantly teleport to the place closest to
the surface, the ground floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the Central Shrine.
With just a few steps it was possible for him to walk outside. Although his destination was just in
front of him, Momonga did not move because he encountered an unexpected situation.
Momonga saw several unusual figures. There were three different types of monsters, four of
each, totalling up to 12 of them.
One of them looked like a terrifying demon, it had a scaly body and fangs protruded out of his
mouth, it also had long sharp claws on its stout arms. In front of it snake-like tail was a pair of
burning wings, giving it the appearance of a devil.
Another one was a female monster with a black crow head wearing skintight leather equipment.
The last monster was wearing armor that exposed its chest, showing off his chest and strong
abs. If it wasn't for the black bat wings on his back and the two horns coming out from his
temples, you would be unable to tell if it was a monster or not. Although it looked like a
handsome man, from his eyes one could see an insatiable desire.
Their names were Demon of Wrath, Demon of Jealousy and Demon of Greed.
All of the demons looked at Momonga, unmoving, only staring at him intensely. A serious gaze
that would make people feel pressure.
They were monsters around level 80, who spawned in Demiurge’s realm of the Underground
Volcano, near the door to the 8th floor with the responsibility of guarding it. Normally the duty of guarding the ground floor would fall to Sharutia’s undead soldiers. Why would Demiurge’s
soldiers be here?
A shadow appeared next to the monsters, although unseen in the beginning, a devil appeared.
With his appearance, the puzzle was finally solved.
“Demiurge…”
Being called, the devil let out a surprised look. That look could be viewed as asking “why was
my master here” or “who was this mysterious monster?”
Momonga bet on that possibility and moved forward. If he had stopped moving, it would be
strange if his true identity was not found out. For now he continued to walk towards the wall,
intent on ignoring those demons and walking past them.
Their eyes focused on his body, but Momonga used his willpower to repress his emotions of
cowardice, he stood tall and moved on.
When the distance between the two sides is gradually narrowing down, all the demons went
down on one knee to greet him. The person standing in front of the saluting party is of course
Demiurge. The movement is quite neat and elegant, as if he was the incarnation of a prince.
“Momonga-sama. What are you doing here all alone, without bringing your guards? And also
changing into this kind of attire...”
The secret got immediately exposed.
Demiurge could be considered as the one having the highest wisdom inside the Great Tomb in