Gazef glared at the enemy commander, as he listened to his enemy’s ridiculing words.
“If you had just chosen to abandon the villagers in the frontier, then it wouldn’t have ended like this. It's impossible for you to be unaware that your life alone is worth more than the lives of a thousand peasants. If you really loved your country, you would have abandoned these villagers.”
“You and I…. will never… see eye to eye!”
“What good can you do with your current body? Stop needlessly struggling and lie down like a good boy. I shall have some pity on you and grant you a painless death.”
“If you really… think that I can no longer act, then why don’t you… come over here and cut off my head? With me looking like this… it should be really easy right?”
“…. Well, looks like you’re all talk. If you still want to fight, do you actually believe you have any chance of winning?”
Gazef simply stared ahead, his trembling hand holding onto his sword. Hazily looking at the enemy in front of him, not even caring about the restless Angels surrounding him.
“… What a waste of time. How foolish. Once I kill you, those surviving villagers will be up next. Everything that you did up till now only served to prolong their suffering.”
“Heh, Heh…. Hehehe….”
Gazef had a smile across his face.
“…What's so funny?”
“…Heh, you're the foolish one. In that village… there’s still someone stronger than me. That man is unfathomable, he’ll be able to defeat all of you just by himself… thinking about killing… the villagers he’s protecting, is an impossible task….”
“… Stronger than you, the strongest warrior in the Kingdom of Re-Estize? Do you really think you can trick me with something like that? How stupid.”
A smile floated onto Gazef’s face. What kind of face will this person make when he encounters that unfathomable man, Ainz Ooal Gown? That would be the greatest reward Gazef could receive in the afterlife.
“…. Angels, kill Gazef Strolonoff.”
With that cold command, countless wings began to move.
As Gazef ran forward with the determination to face death, a voice could be heard next to him.
— Looks like it's time to tag in.
The scenery in front of Gazef changed from blood soaked grasslands to the interior of a simple house.
Around him were the figures of his men and the worried expressions of the villagers.
“Th-, this place is…”
“This is Ainz-sama’s Magically Protected Warehouse.”
“Village Chief…Ma-, Master Gown does not seem to be here…”
“No, he was here just moments ago, but he seems to have swapped places with Knight-Captain-sama, disappearing in front of my eyes.”
So it was like that, the voice in my head just now was…
Gazef relaxed his body. What happens next would be out of his control. Gazef fell to the ground, the villagers rushed towards him.
The Six Scriptures. An opponent the Kingdom’s strongest warrior was unable to defeat.
But in his mind, he did not believe Ainz would lose.
Chapter 5
Ruler of Death
Part 1
There wasn’t a single trace left of the battle that just happened on the grasslands.
The blood covering the grasslands was concealed by the afterglow of the setting sun and the smell of blood in the air was also blown downwind by the strong winds.
On the grasslands stood two figures who weren’t there before.
Nigan, the Captain of the Slane Theocracy’s Special Intelligence Forces, the Sunlight Scripture, stared at the two people in front of him in surprise..
One of them was clad in the robe of a Magic Caster, wearing a strange mask to cover his face and his hands were covered with metal gauntlets. His black long robe looked expensive and gave its bearer an aristocratic air.
The other person wore a full suit of black armor. The armor also seems to be quite amazing, surely not some cheap, widely available good. Its mere appearance hinted it might be a strong magic item.
The severely weakened Gazef and his men had completely disappeared and two mysterious figures appeared instead. This must have been the doing of some kind of teleportation magic, but he had no idea what it was. A mysterious person using an unknown magic, he had to be on guard.
Nigan ordered all his Angels to retreat, telling them to maintain a certain distance around himself to guard him. Nigan cautiously observed the opponents in front of him, but then the Magic Caster took a step forward:
“Good day, men of the Slane Theocracy. I am called Ainz Ooal Gown. It would be a great honor for me if you could simply address me as Ainz,
Although a little distant, and even with the wind blowing, the voice was still very clear.
Nigan did not answer, then the man calling himself Ainz continued:
“The person behind me is Albedo. I wish to make a deal with everyone here, would it be possible to take a little of your time?”
Searching through his mind for the name Ainz Ooal Gown, nothing came up, it could be possible that this was a fake name. Looks like it would be better to find out what the man wanted to say, and gather intelligence from there. Judging it would be good to listen, Nigan raised his chin, motioning Ainz to continue.
“Excellent. Thank you for taking the time to hear me out. First, there is one thing I want to mention, which is that there’s no way for you to defeat me.”
Speaking in an unhesitating tone, one could hear his absolute confidence. This was definitely not a bluff or some baseless nonsense, this man who called himself Ainz had absolute confidence in his abilities.
Nigan frowned slightly.
In the Slane Theocracy, nobody would say this kind of thing to people of power.
“Your ignorance is saddening and you will pay for your foolishness.”
“… About that, is that really the case? I was carefully observing this fight, so me standing here means that I am fully confident in my victory. Do you really think I would come out and rescue that man if I didn’t believe I would win?”
Absolutely correct.
If this person was a Magic Caster relying on spells, there would be more suitable methods. Mystics, Warlocks and Magicians would only wear light armor and most of them would avoid melee combat, instead opting to use 「Flight」 magic to continuously shoot 「Fireball」 from a distance. But Ainz had chosen to come from the front, which implied he possessed at least some amount of power.
Unsure of how the other party would handle the silence, Ainz continued:
“If you understand, there’s a question I want to ask. The Angels you summoned, you must have used the Level 3 spell [Summon Angel], am I right?”
A rhetorical question.
Ignoring Nigan’s look of disdain, Ainz continued:
“The monsters you summoned are quite similar to the ones in YGGDRASIL, so I was curious if it was named the same as well. YGGDRASIL monsters were named after myths… Angel and Demon monsters should also have something to do with myths. These Angels and Demons are usually related to Christianity, but with the absence of Christianity in this world, it would be very unnatural for something called an Archangel to appear. This means that within this world, there are people similar to me.”
Having no idea what the other person was talking about, Nigan furiously replied: