“Then, sorry to trouble you.”
Gently nodding his head while riding on the Virtuous King of the Forest, and separating from Nfirea and the members of the Swords of Darkness, with only Narberal as his partner, they moved towards the Adventurer’s Guild. This time Narberal leaned over and asked:
“Can we believe them?”
“… No big deal. Even if we are betrayed, the loss is just the reward for exterminating some ogres. If we worried ourselves over this small amount of money, we would be considered stingy, and that would be an even larger loss.”
Ainz came to this city in order to increase his fame, to be considered petty would hinder his future plans.
Putting up a false front.
Thinking about that phrase, Ainz touched the money bag on his chest and with one pinch he felt a few coins: it was easy to know how much was left. But it should be enough to pay for accommodations for two tonight.
If he considered adding in the costs of meals, he might not have enough, but considering that Ainz is an undead, and the ring on Narberal’s hand contained a magic that allowed her to go without food, in terms of cost, that was a huge contribution. Narberal was able to wear two rings, one of those was this ring, its original purpose was to prevent eating poisoned food, he never thought it would contribute in such a way now.
However, while looking at the Virtuous King of the Forest he was riding, his heart thought “This guy must always eat something.”, Narberal once again said:
“Indeed… It is strange that the most supreme Ainz-sama would be left with so little money. How rude.”
“Well..”
Ainz once again touched his money bag, feeling that his back which could not sweat was seeping with sweat. He cursed himself for raising the threshold when there was no need. Also—
Ainz-sama… Stop calling me that Narberal. If no one heard it that would be great…
He felt helpless in his heart, while Narberal still joyfully said:
“These lower life forms (Mosquito), are all prostrating themselves to Ainz-sama’s astonishing strength.”
“It hasn’t reached that stage yet.”
“Too modest. Although in the eyes of Ainz-sama, those Ogres were nothing more than insects, but Ainz-sama’s sword skills were at another level, truly admirable.”
Below him, the Virtuous King of the Forest shook strangely, but Ainz paid it no mind, towards Narberal he said:
“… It was just playing around with brute force.”
It sounded like he said that to make himself sound cool, but that was not so. When he saw Gazef fight, Ainz saw his smooth moves, but when Ainz thought back about his own movements, he felt like he was a child wildly flailing around his sword, how unsightly. Their praise was only directed to the destructive power brought about by his arm. It was completely different from the praise to a true warrior like Gazef.
“Moving around like a true warrior is actually really difficult.”
“… Then how about using magic to turn into a warrior?”
While wearing armor, he was still able to use around five different types of magic, one of those was the ability to convert his Magic Caster levels to Warrior levels. Meaning that if Ainz used that magic, he could temporarily turn into a level one-hundred warrior.
Although the advantage was being able to use certain equipment of the other job, the disadvantages are also big. Firstly, during that time he would be unable to use any magic, and once he turned into a warrior he wouldn’t have any special skills. His recalculated stats would also be very low for a warrior. Simply said, he would be a half-baked level one-hundred warrior. It would be another story if both he and a High Priest fought using only swords, but for him to go against another warrior of the same job, there was no chance of winning.
Even so, it would be stronger than the current Ainz.
Problem was—
“There are too many disadvantages. If an opponent of the same level does a surprise attack on me, then I won’t be able to use magic in such a short time, which will lead to my certain defeat. Even if I use Magic scrolls, considering the preparation time and so on, there are still too many disadvantages.”
Right now it was still unknown whether there were any hostile players or not, they must not be taken lightly. There was no need to specifically use that magic, and create weaknesses for himself.
“Being a warrior is just an act to hide my identity, there is no need to feel bad about it.”
“!”
The body of the Virtuous King of the Forest shook a bit and with a surprised look he tilted his head up to look at Ainz:
“This underling has been listening from the beginning, isn’t Master a warrior?”
Returning its look, Ainz gave a quiet nod and Narberal explained with a condescending tone:
“Ainz-sama is only pretending to be a warrior, just like playing a game. If he used his real strength in magic, Armageddon would just be a small matter.”
Faced with such absolute trust, or thinking that this was just natural of Narberal, Ainz was unable to say the words “Impossible” in response.
“….. Well, it’s probably like that. Virtuous King of the Forest, aren’t you glad you did not fight the real me in battle? If I had used my real strength, you would’ve been unable to survive even for a second.”
“Th-that is so, Master. Your humble servant, Hamsuke, once again pledges his undying loyalty to you!”
When the Virtuous King of the Forest said he wanted a name, the name that floated into Ainz’s mind was Hamsuke. After receiving the name Hamsuke, the Virtuous King of the Forest was also very satisfied with his name. But after calmly considering, the name Hamsuke really has no taste at all.
… The name, Hamsuke, was decided too much in a hurry. Maybe Mochi… would be more entertaining… My companions had mentioned before that I am unable to think of good names…
Feeling some regret, Ainz who was sitting on the back of the Virtuous King of the Forest — Hamsuke, slowly wobbled to the Adventurer’s Guild.
The carriage moved directly into the backyard of the home, stopping in front of the backdoor. Picking up the magic lantern, Nfirea jumped off the carriage’s front seat and opened the door. Hanging the lantern in his hand on the wall, illuminating the dark room.
Because of the light, it was possible to see a few buckets inside the room. The smell of dry herbs came from the room, indicating that this was a place used to keep herbs.
“Then, sorry to trouble you, but could you help transporting the herbs over?”
Readily replying, the Sword of Darkness members carefully transported a bundle of herbs from the carriage to the house.
Guiding the placement of the herbs, a question emerged from Nfirea’s heart: