A 3rd tier Magic Caster and an adamantite class swordsman adventurer.
What an absurd existence. If there really was someone like that, he would definitely be a hero among heroes.
But if that were the case, why was he asking so many questions during their travels?
The most logical explanation would be that he was a Magic Caster who learned unknown techniques in a foreign nation, so he didn’t know these things. If that were the case, it would be natural for him to possess foreign potions which Nfirea knew nothing about.
Nfirea got this valuable information and his breathing turned ragged; he couldn’t stop it even though he knew Enri was looking at him strangely.
Complicated feelings emerged in his heart at the same time.
Compared to Ainz, who saved Enri and gave her a potion, he was despicable and detestable for getting close to him in order to learn the secrets of making that potion.
Enri should prefer such a man.
He can’t help sighing when he thought of that.
“Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
“Erm, yes. I’m fine, just thinking of something…”
If he found out how to create the potion, he could save many people and cleanse his sense of guilt. But the chance of that happening was slim. He just want to obtain new methods of making potions as a pharmacist.
He wasn’t just a powerful warrior, but an excellent Magic Caster too. A beauty accompanied him, he possessed unknown potions and he had a strong sense of justice to save the village that was in danger. Nfirea compared such a man with himself.
Nfirea felt a depressingly wide chasm between himself and Momon— no, Ainz Ooal Gown.
“What’s the matter? You look weird?”
“Ah, yeah. It’s nothing.”
Nfirea held back his sigh and smiled, but he wasn’t confident that he could smile naturally. Enri made an expression that showed she had seen through Nfirea’s fake smile.
“… What should I do? Enri hates people who hide their shameful affairs right?”
“… Before we are called forth by God, everyone has things that he or she keeps in their heart. Especially things that cause misfortune when said. But if keeping these secrets cause misfortune to others, that would be another matter… I won’t detest you for this, so no matter what crimes you committed, it would be better to surrender yourself to the authorities!”
“…No, I didn’t commit any crimes.”
“Eh… Yes! That’s right! There was no way Nfirea would commit crimes! I trust you deeply!”
Looking at Enri who was laughing forcefully, Nfirea relaxed the strength in his shoulders.
“Yes, but I still have to thank you. You made things easier in some ways. I will work hard to be as good as he is.”
In order to lift my face high and say to you that I like you, I love you.
Part 2
“Oh───”
Ainz sighed and looked towards the village in admiration.
There were many different villagers all standing in a line. Men and women, old and young, they were all there. There were forty year old plump women who looked like mothers, there were also youths whose age looked around ten years old. All of them were serious to an extent that they appeared hostile. No one was fooling around.
A goblin holding a bow was speaking to them.
Even with Ainz’s sensitive hearing, he couldn’t hear what they were saying from this distance.
A few moments later, the lined-up villagers slowly picked up their bows. They were simple shortbows and judging by their shape, they were probably self-made.
After fully drawing the bow, they aimed at the scarecrows some distance away.
The goblin probably issued a command and the villagers fired in unison.
The bows might look simple, but the arc of the arrows was beautiful. Everyone hit the scarecrow, no one missed.
“Not bad.”
Ainz praised.
“Is that so?”
Narberal asked doubtfully, standing behind him.
From her perspective, she probably wouldn’t understand why a technique of this level was worthy of praise. Compared to the archers in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, this was child’s play.
Ainz understood how Narberal felt and smiled bitterly under his helmet.
“You’re right Narberal, their skill with the bow may not be that amazing. But just ten days ago, they couldn’t even use a bow. They aren’t passively hoping their spouses, children and parents won't die in another tragedy, instead they’re actively taking up arms to defend themselves whenever necessary. Isn’t the technique they learned with this courage worthy of praise?”
What was praiseworthy, was the hate that pushed the villagers to this extent.
“My apologies. I hadn’t thought about it so deeply…”
“It’s fine, no need to think too much, Narberal. Their technique isn’t worthy of praise anyway.”
Ainz watched the arrows fly through the sky and pierce the scarecrow, and a thought surfaced in his mind.
How strong would they become? How strong could I get?
In YGGDRASIL, Ainz had already reached the level cap of 100. His experience points were at 90 % of the limit when he came to this world. This was just a hypothesis, but since his other abilities were still intact, the level system in this world should be the same. The problem was whether he could obtain the remaining 10 % of experience points and reach level 101.
Considering this question, Ainz could guess the answer.
He couldn’t get stronger. He had already reached the peak of power.
Ainz was strong, but he won’t get stronger. But the villagers were weak and might become unexpectedly strong.
If the people in this world didn’t have any limit to their growth, they could exceed the level 100 peak in YGGDRASIL. If that happened, Ainz and his underlings in the Great Tomb of Nazarick wouldn’t be able to match them.
But this will absolutely—
“It might happen though…”
Ainz thought it could be possible that the Six Gods of the Slane Theocracy were players. He didn’t know why the time of their appearance was so far apart from his, but if the Six Gods were from heteromorphic races without limited lifespan, or if they had lifespan-specific class, there was a high probability that they were still alive.
If the Six Gods were still hiding in the Slane Theocracy, then during the last 600 years there might’ve been those who used the strength of the Six Gods to power level — gaining experience faster than normal through the help of powerful players— It wouldn’t be surprising if someone over level 100 showed up.
Then the reason Slane Theocracy didn’t rule this world would be due to an existence with a similar level. Or maybe level 100 was nothing impressive here.
When he thought about that, Ainz’s non-existent stomach started to cramp.
If the Six Gods were players, he had to try his best to get on their good side, even if the information gathering wasn’t complete. But according to the survivors of the Sunlight Scripture, the Knights of the Empire who attacked the village were actually imposters from the Theocracy, which would mean that saving this village was the same as opposing the Theocracy.
“Maybe it was a mistake to help them…”
He needed to gather more information after all.