Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Cover
Title Page
Prologue
Chapter 1: A Young Man’s Heart
Chapter 2: Blue Roses
Intermission
Chapter 3: The Finders and the Found
Chapter 4: Congregated Men
Chapter 5: Extinguished Embers, Flying Sparks
Character Profiles
Afterword
Information
Prologue
Prologue
Many roads in the Royal Capital were unpaved, and every time the rain came
they turned to mud, thus creating a sight that did not belong to a city. Of course,
this did not imply that the standards of the Kingdom were low. Rather, the
standards of the Empire and the Theocracy were too high, so that they could not
even be mentioned in the same breath.
The streets could not be considered wide either. Therefore, nobody walked in
the middle of the road — where the horse carts traveled. Instead, the citizens
rubbed shoulders in messy processions at the sides of the streets. The citizens
of the Royal Capital were used to this and could weave through the mass of
humanity like a shuttle through a loom. Even when two people were about to
collide with each other, they could deftly evade each other moments before
impact.
However, the street where Sebas was walking differed from many others in
the city. The surface was paved — a rarity in the Capital — and the road itself
was wide.
The reason for that was immediately apparent when one looked to either side.
The houses lining this street were regal and well-furnished, radiating an
atmosphere of wealth and prosperity.
That was because this lively and bustling avenue was the main road of the
Royal Capital.
No few ladies turned to watch as Sebas strode by in style, drawn by his
handsome features and his distinguished gentleman’s bearing. Some of them
even fluttered their eyelashes at him head-on, but Sebas paid them no heed. He
continued forward with his back ramrod-straight, his eyes fixed forward, his
steps ordered and unhurried.
His inexorable tread — which seemed like it would not halt before reaching
his destination — suddenly ground to a halt. Then, he glanced to either side,
taking in the oncoming horse carts from both sides, and then he strode across
the main street.
He walked towards an old lady. There was a backpack full of goods on the
ground, and the old lady was massaging her ankles beside those.
“Is something the matter?”
The old lady was taken by surprise as someone suddenly struck up
conversation with her. She raised her head, a guarded look on her face. However,
Sebas’ looks and his opulent style of dress made that wariness fade.
“You seem to be in distress. Is there any aid I can give?”
“No, it’s alright. How could I let an old gent like yourself help me…”
“Please, pay that no heed. Helping those in trouble is common sense, after
all.”
Sebas smiled evenly, and the old lady blushed. That charming smile of his,
coming from a distinguished gentleman like himself, broke through the final
barriers of her heart.
The old lady ran a stall, and she was on her way home after closing up shop
for the day. However, she had sprained her ankle halfway, which vexed her
greatly.
The main streets were comparatively safe, but that did not imply that all the
people who walked on it were good-natured. If she asked the wrong person for
help, she might end up losing everything she had. The old lady had heard of such
robberies before, which was why she was leery of asking just about anyone for
help.
That being the case, the solution was simple.
“I shall walk you home. Could you show me the way?”
“Sir, is that really alright?”
“Of course. Having encountered someone who needs help, I am bound to offer
it.”
Sebas turned his back to the old lady as she thanked him.
“Come, I shall give you a ride.”
“But… but…” the old lady replied uncomfortably. “My clothes are dirty and
they’ll get yours dirty too!”
However—
Sebas smiled amiably.
What did it matter if his clothes were stained? There was no need to worry
about such trifles when helping someone in need.
He unconsciously recalled the faces of his colleagues from the Great
Underground Tomb of Nazarick. They would probably react to this with
surprise, annoyance, or contempt. Still, no matter what Demiurge — who was
the most strongly opposed to this sort of thing — said to him, Sebas was certain
that he was in the right.
Helping others was the right thing to do.
After persuading the old lady, he carried her on his back and lifted the
backpack with one hand.
Even the onlookers — to say nothing of the old lady herself — gasped in awe
as they saw him walking with even strides despite carrying that heavy pack.
Guided by the old lady, Sebas set forth.
Chapter 1 A Young Man’s Heart
Chapter 1 | A Young Man’s Heart
The hand holding his mouth let go, supporting him from behind so he would
not slump to the ground. After verifying that the man had been thoroughly
exsanguinated, his assailant pulled out the Vampire Blade, the weapon which
had killed him.
The being holding the man upright was a figure in black. Its entire body was
obscured in jet black clothing save its eyes. Said clothing was made of cloth, with
gauntlets and other pieces of armor to improve defensive ability. A metal plate
covered its chest, but it bulged visibly, giving it the shape of a pair of feminine
breasts.
Another similarly dressed figure emerged from behind the other man’s back.
Much like her partner, she wore a metal breastplate. The first looked to the
second, and nodded.
She scanned her surroundings after verifying the silent death of her victim. It
would seem nobody had noticed this.
Somewhere in the corner of her heart, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The lanterns illuminated them, but the observers from the platform above
should not be able to see them, given that they were pressed tightly against the
two men. All they had to worry about was that they might be spotted in the
instant of their [Shadow Step] — a short-ranged teleportation from one shadow
to another — but that worry was a thing of the past now.
She paid no attention to the dagger, whose bright red hue had become even
more vibrant after draining blood, and propped up the man’s body before it
could collapse.
From the observation platform above, it looked like the two patrolling men
had stopped in their tracks. However, if they kept the two men standing still or
let them slump to the ground, someone would be suspicious.
Something had to be done right away. However, that was not their job.
The woman suddenly felt the man’s limp body lurch under her hands, as
though someone had driven a stake into it. In the next moment, she knew she
had not been mistaken; the man lurched into stiff motion.
The man was still moving despite being clearly dead, but the woman was not
alarmed. Everything was proceeding as planned.
She let go and at the same time activated a skill. This was a ninja technique
she had learned, called [Shadow Meld]. With this ability, she could fuse
seamlessly with any shadow and become invisible to the naked eye.
The two of them blended into the men’s shadows, and the men stepped
forward, like they had been suddenly unshackled. The pause, and then the way
they walked their original patrol route looked like they had suddenly
remembered what they had to do. However, they moved slowly and clumsily.
Their wounds had not been healed, but they did not leak blood either. That was
because said blood had been completely drained from their bodies.
The two men had become Zombies, obediently following the will of their
creator. There was no other explanation for how they could still move in that
state.
The women were not the Zombies’ creator.
To an average observer, there were only two men here. Even if one saw
through the women’s camouflage, there would only appear to be four people
here. However, there was a fifth person present. This fifth person was the
creator of the zombies.
Their eyes could not see anything, but one of the ninja skills they had learned
allowed them to detect the presence of those who were concealed by magic or
some other skills, and one such entity stood before them.
“The preparations here are complete.”
“Perfect.”
She spoke quietly and received a similarly hushed reply.
“Mm, got it, I saw it all. I’ll be heading to the next location. I need to catch
someone who’s sufficiently important.”
Another female voice. However, hers was higher pitched, giving the
impression of a tender maiden.
“We’re going to begin our assault too. How about the other two?”
“Are they slacking off because they can’t contribute?”
“As if. They’re hiding near the village and they’ve set themselves up. In an
emergency, they’ll launch a frontal assault coordinated with you for a pincer
attack. Alright, I’ll be heading towards Priority One. Stick to the plan, you two.”
Their concealed companion floated gracefully — at least, they got that
impression — into the sky. It seemed consistent with the movement granted by
the [Fly] spell.
The presence drew further away, until she vanished into the building she had
designated as Priority One. This was one of the structures within the village, and
a key point which had to be taken.
In truth, other buildings should have had higher priority, but this place took
precedence over the others once the problem of the [Message] spell came into
play.
Many people regarded that form of magical communication as unreliable, and
so it was rarely used. However, there were others who did not think of it in that
way and made use of it. For instance, there was the Empire and its cadre of
nationally trained magic casters, a certain number of important traders who
valued the quick reception of information, and then the enemies who controlled
this village. Therefore, their top priority was to apprehend the communications
personnel within the building.
Since their colleague was already on their way, they had to hide themselves
near their objective as quickly as possible. This was because they had to act
simultaneously and launch their attack before the enemy discovered their
presence.
The two ninjas exhaled suddenly, and ran.
Normal people would not be able to follow the way they flitted from dark
corner to dark corner. On top of that, when they used the magic items they had
on them, even high-leveled adventurers would have a very hard time spotting
them. In other words, nobody in the village could detect them.
One of them flashed a series of hand signals to her companion as they ran.
Though it was merely a series of finger-bending movements, the meaning was
immediately clear.
—We’re lucky they didn’t have dogs.
Came the reply: “Agreed.”
This was sign language, of a kind commonly used by assassins. To
consummate professionals like themselves, these hand signals were as quick as
regular speech. They had also taught their companions the language, but said
colleagues had only learned how to make simple gestures and basic secret
signals. In contrast, the pair of them had a wide enough “vocabulary” and
sufficient signing speed to use that sign language for everyday speech, and they
frequently passed secret messages to each other in that way.
—Good point. Things are much easier without dogs being drawn by the scent of
blood.
If the patrols had brought dogs with them, the assassinations would not have
been so easy. While they had ways to deal with dogs, it was better to not have to
deal with troublesome things.
After her response, her companion rapidly signaled:
—Then, I’ll head for my designated building.
She replied, “Got it,” and then her companion peeled away and to the side.
This left her to run by herself. She glanced aside to the fields.
Those fields did not grow wheat, grains or green vegetables. The plants there
were the raw ingredient for a forbidden drug whose spread was on the rise
throughout the Kingdom, called “Black Powder.” There were many such fields
within the walls of this village, and they all grew the same crop. This proved that
this village was a center of drug cultivation.
The drug known as Black Dust was also known as Laira Powder. It was a black,
powdery substance that was dissolved into water and drunk.
This drug was easy to mass-produce, cheap, and gave its users an easily
accessible high and sense of intoxication. Thus, it was one of the most famous
drugs in the Kingdom. While it was toxic in addition to the aforementioned
effects, its users often believed that it had no side effects, and so it was widely
abused.
She snorted as she thought about the Black Powder’s side effects.
All drugs had side effects. “I can quit any time I want to” was the stuff of a
madman’s ravings. After dissecting the corpses of Black Powder addicts, they
found that their brains had shrunk to four-fifths the size of a normal person’s.
Black Powder, made from a concoction of wild plants, was originally a
powerful poison. Who would believe that such a toxic plant was not poisonous?
The Black Powder which was ubiquitous on the streets was a narcotic that was
made from a cultivar of the original plant which had reduced potency.
Even so, the Black Powder was still very poisonous, and it would only be
eliminated from the body after a very long time had passed. As a result, many
abusers who stopped using the drug often dosed themselves again before it had
completely left the body. As a result, after reaching a certain stage of addiction,
it was nearly impossible for users to quit the habit cold turkey, unless the priests
used their magic to forcibly purge their system of the drug.
The most troublesome part about drugs like these were their subtle signs of
addiction. Even users on a bad trip did not show signs of physical violence and
harm others. Thus, the higher-ups in the Kingdom did not understand the
danger of Black Powder, and it had practically received their silent approval.
It was little wonder that the Empire had submitted formal complaints on the
matter, on the suspicion that the Kingdom was running an underground
industry in the production of Black Powder.
While she had still been an assassin, she had used Black Powder on occasions,
and her organization had grown the plants needed to make it. As a result, she
was not personally opposed to the substance. Drugs like that could be put to
efficacious use if applied properly. The fact was that it was simply a dangerous
medicinal herb.
However, she had been hired for this job, and her personal opinion had no say
in it. Still—
…Requests that don’t go through the Adventurer’s Guild are a little dangerous.
—She was not entirely comfortable with this request.
She frowned under the cloth covering her face. The requester for this job was
a friend of her team’s leader. While she had been reassured that the other party
would remunerate them appropriately, not going through the Guild might cause
problems. That was true even if they were one of the two adamantite-ranked
adventurer parties in the Kingdom.
Hm, isn’t it three of them now?
As she thought about the newest adamantite-ranked adventurer team, she
arrived at the building designated Priority Two.
Her task was to recover all the intelligence within this building, and then to
set the fields on fire.
The thick smoke emitted by the burning drugs was poisonous, but it had to be
done to complete the mission.
It was quite possible that the wind might carry the smoke in a direction that
would harm the villagers, but they did not have the time or the ability to evacuate
the villagers.
Sacrifices must be made.
With those words to herself, she cast all thoughts of the villagers’ safety out
of her mind.
She had been trained as an assassin from childhood, and death rarely troubled
her heart. In particular, she was unmoved by the sad fates of strangers,
regardless of what tragedies befell them. The only thing she disliked was the look
on her leader’s face whenever somewhat had to be sacrificed. However, she had
obtained her leader’s approval while drawing up this plan, so the thought of
saving others did not even cross her mind.
More importantly, after the attack here was completed, she would need to use
teleportation magic to move to another village and burn it down as well. That
plan occupied her mind and consumed all her efforts.
This was not the only site which grew the raw materials for drugs. According
to their research, there were ten large-scale plantations within the Kingdom, and
those might not even be all of them. Otherwise, they would not be able to sustain
the massive quantities of drugs being trafficked throughout the Kingdom.
All we can do is pull up the weeds where we find them… it’s tiring, but there’s no
other way…
Ideally, they would be able to find written orders within this village, but that
was not likely. All they could do was hope that this village’s supervisor or
equivalent had information of similar importance.
Leader would be happy if we could find some traces of the organization’s involvement
in this…
The criminal organization which grew these drugs was known as Eight
Fingers. The name came from the eight-fingered God of Thieves who was a
vassal of the Earth God. It was a vast criminal syndicate that dominated the
Kingdom’s underworld.
This organization was divided into eight divisions, responsible for the slave
trade, assassination, smuggling, burglary, drug-trafficking, security, finance and
gambling. These eight divisions worked together as the collective kingpins of the
Kingdom’s crime. Due to the size of their organization, their full extent was
veiled in secrecy.
However, there was a clear sign of the extent of the influence within the
Kingdom. That was the village before her eyes.
They were openly growing contraband plants in villages. That alone was proof
that the lord of the land was in cahoots with them. However, even an official
inquiry would not bear fruit.
Even if the Royal Household began an investigation or took legal action,
actually bringing the nobles in question to justice was very difficult. The lord of
the land would certainly say, “I didn’t know these plants were the raw materials
for drugs,” or he would simply dump the problem on the villagers and say it was
their idea.
There were limits to the legal action that could be taken, and even if one
wished to stop the flow of drugs, the process would be impeded by corrupt
nobles aligned to the organization. The situation had deteriorated to the point
where those who stood on the right side of the law could no longer resolve it.
Therefore, they were left with the last resort of using violence and burning
the fields down.
Her frank opinion was that burning these drugs was only treating the
symptoms, and not the disease. The illegal organization eating away at the heart
of the Kingdom was too powerful, and their political backing was too strong.
“We’re just buying time… if we can’t turn things around, then all these efforts
will be for naught…”
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1. タオルケット (taoruketto), a type of bed linen resembling a cotton blanket. Mainly used
during the summer as a breathable comforter.
many worthy masters could one serve, the kind for whom one would gladly
throw one’s life away?
On that day, when Climb had the good fortune of encountering a certain lady,
he had decided to give his life for her at any time.
The tears he shed came from joy. He wept out of gratitude for the miracle that
encounter had brought.
Climb’s youthful face was filled with a steady determination as he rose to his
feet.
There was no illumination here. In this lightless world, Climb spoke, in a voice
that was hoarse from over-training:
“Lights on.”
The lamp on the ceiling shed white illumination in response to Climb’s
command word, lighting up the room’s interior. This was a magic item
enchanted with the [Continual Light] spell.
While items like these could be bought on the market, they were not cheap,
and Climb only possessed one due to his unique position.
Stone towers like these had poor ventilation, and burning things for
illumination was not safe. Therefore, almost every room here was furnished with
magical illumination, despite the steep initial expense.
The white light revealed that the floors and walls were also made of stone.
Several thin carpets were laid on the ground to lessen the cold hardness of the
stone. In addition, there was a crudely made wooden bed, and a slightly larger
clothes cabinet that seemed big enough to store his battle gear. There was a desk
with drawers, and then a wooden chair with a thin cushion on its seat.
An outsider might consider this austere, but it was more than he deserved, in
his opinion.
Regular soldiers would not be allocated individual rooms. They would share
double bunks and live in groups. The only other furniture they were assigned
besides their beds was a locked wooden chest for storing personal items.
He then glanced at the pure white suit of full plate armor in the corner of the
room. It was so lustrous that it seemed to shine by itself. A standard soldier
would never be issued such an exquisitely made suit of armor.
Naturally, Climb had not earned such special treatment through his own
merits. This was a gift from the liege to whom Climb owed his loyalty. Thus, it
was unavoidable that others would resent him.
He opened the dressing cabinet, and took clothes from within. Then he
dressed himself as he watched his image in the cabinet’s mirror.
First, he put on an old set of clothes. They smelled of metal, no matter how
many times he washed them. Then he slipped a chain shirt over it. Normally, he
would have donned his armor on top of that, but there was no need to be so
formal right now. In its place, he wore a many-pocketed vest and a pair of pants,
and then he was dressed. He held a bucket with a cloth in it.
After that, he studied the mirror once more, inspecting himself for anything
out of place or any oddities in his personal bearing.
Any mistakes Climb made would be fodder for attacks launched against the
“Golden” Princess whom he served.
Therefore, he had to be extra careful. He did not live in this place to cause
trouble to his Mistress. He was permitted to live here in order for himself to
dedicate everything he had to her.
Climb closed his eyes before the mirror, and imagined his Mistress’ face.
She was the Golden Princess — Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself.
As expected of her high-born bloodline, she was surrounded in a sacrosanct
aura, like a goddess descending upon the earth. She seemed to glow with
compassion, and her mind produced many wise plans and policies.
She was a noble among nobles, a princess among princesses. She was the
perfect woman.
Her golden brilliance — like an immaculate gemstone — could not be marred
in any way.
If one were to use a ring for comparison, Renner would be like a huge,
brilliant-cut diamond. As for Climb, he would be the setting which held the stone
in place. Any shortcoming in the setting diminished the value of the ring, so he
could not do anything which might devalue her.
Climb’s chest burned uncontrollably as he thought about his Mistress.
Even the most pious supplicants to the gods could not compare to Climb’s
devotion.
He examined himself for a while longer. After he was certain that he would
not disgrace his Mistress, Climb nodded in satisfaction and left the room.
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“Hoh,” Gazef exhaled, and the expression on his face changed somewhat.
That was because the young man before him had a different look on his own
face. Until just now, he looked like a starstruck lad, eager and nervous. But with
a simple kick, that annoying mood was gone, and now he looked like a proper
warrior.
Gazef raised his alertness level by a notch.
Gazef thought better of Climb than the lad himself did. What he appreciated
most was Climb’s hunger for strength, as well as loyalty which bordered on
zealotry. Next was his sword skills.
Climb had not learned from a master, but observed others and cobbled his
insights into a self-taught style. His technique was not elegant and had a lot of
wasteful movements. However, it was different from styles learned through rote
lessons. He carefully considered every stroke he made, forming a style that was
ideal for practical combat, or to put it more bluntly, for murder.
Gazef felt that this was a good thing.
Swords were ultimately murder weapons. Sword skills learned as a form of
recreation were not useful on the field of battle. Their users would not be able
to defend those they wanted to protect, and they could not save those they
wanted to rescue. The only thing they could do was wait to be hacked down by
the enemy.
However, Climb was different. Gazef was sure that he could slay his foes and
safeguard the people who were important to him.
Yet—
“You’ve changed your attitude, but I’m still far superior to you. What will you
do now?”
Frankly speaking, Climb had no talent. However hard he worked, however
hard he trained his body, he would never be able to reach the zenith of
swordsmanship without talent. He was as dust compared to people like Gazef or
Brain Unglaus.
Climb’s desire to become stronger than anyone else was nothing more than a
dream or fantasy.
Even so, why did Gazef wish to help train Climb? Would it not be more
beneficial to spend his time on someone better?
The answer was simple enough; Gazef could not overlook Climb’s unwavering
diligence, however useless it was. If every man had their own personal limits,
then one could say that Gazef pitied the fact that Climb hurled himself bodily
against the wall of his own limits.
Therefore, he wanted to teach Climb something else.
He felt that there was a limit to one’s abilities, but not limit to one’s
experience.
In addition, there was one more reason. He felt a deep-seated pity for the
tragic state of his greatest rival.
So I’m using him as a substitute, huh… I’m doing Climb a disservice… but I doubt
sparring with me will do him any harm.
“—Come at me, Climb.”
He received a strident answer to his self-directed mumbling.
“Yes!”
As he answered, Climb planted his foot firmly on the ground and soared
forward.
Unlike just now, Gazef’s expression was stern as he raised his sword into a
high stance.
He would hack down from above.
If Climb blocked with his shield, he would be stopped in his tracks. If he
blocked it with his sword, his weapon would be knocked away. That attack
essentially made his defense meaningless. Blocking it was a poor move, but
Climb was using a broadsword, compared to Gazef’s bastard sword.
All he could do was rush into Gazef’s reach. Gazef knew this and squared
himself to meet the charge.
It was like running into a tiger’s maw — but Climb only hesitated for a
moment.
He plunged into the attack range of Gazef’s sword.
Gazef was waiting for him, and when he swung down, Climb blocked it with
his shield. The awesome impact was greater than the one he had felt just now.
Climb grimaced as pain worked its way down his arm.
“What a shame. To think history would repeat itself.”
There was some disappointment on Gazef’s face as he aimed his foot at
Climb’s belly, and then—
“[Fortress]!”
—The look on Gazef’s face changed to one of shock as he heard Climb shout.
The martial art [Fortress] did not require a shield or sword to be used. If
desired, one could activate it with one’s armor or even bare hands. Of course,
most people would use it when blocking with one’s weapon or shield because
the timing had to be exact. When using it with armor, a miscalculation would
result in one being left defenseless before the foes. Therefore, most people
would rather use it with a shield or weapon. It was common sense.
However, Climb knew that Gazef would go for a kick, so he did not have to
worry about that.
“Were you aiming for this?!”
“Yes, sir!”
The force of Gazef’s kick seemed to fade away, as though absorbed by
something soft. Gazef could not put any strength into his extended leg and thus
he was forced to regain his uneven footing. Seeing how he was off balance, Climb
swung down on him.
“[Slash]!”
He brought his sword up after initiating the maneuver, and then swung it
down in an overhand chop.
You need to develop a technique that you can deploy with confidence.
After heeding the advice of a certain warrior, the untalented Climb had
worked body and soul to produce this move, a strike that came from above.
Climb’s body was not sheathed in muscles. He had been born with an average
physique, and building muscle was difficult. Neither was he gifted with dexterity,
allowing him to move as he willed even with a musclebound body.
Because of that, he had honed a specialized muscle structure in himself after
nigh-endless training.
The fruit of that was this downwards stroke. It was a high-speed slashing
attack that had been refined to extraordinary levels, a flash of steel followed by
a mighty wind.
That strike bore down on Gazef’s head.
It would be fatal if it connected, but Climb was not thinking about that. His
trust in Gazef was absolute. He had only used this move because he was certain
that the mighty Gazef would not be done in by an attack of that level.
There was a crisp ringing of metal, and the broadsword collided with the
raised bastard sword.
All this was still within his expectations.
Climb focused the full extent of his strength in an attempt to throw Gazef off
balance.
However, Gazef remained as motionless as a mountain.
It was difficult to maintain one’s balance on one foot, yet Gazef had easily
blocked that strike made with Climb’s full strength. It was as though he were
rooted into the very earth itself.
Climb had struck his mightiest blow with all the strength he could muster.
Yet even the combination of these two factors could not shake Gazef standing
on one foot. This fact shocked Climb to the core, and his eyes went to his belly.
He had to close in to strike with his broadsword. That meant Gazef might be
able to kick his gut once more.
As Climb leapt away, said kick struck Climb’s body.
There was a faint, throbbing pain. After that, both of them staggered several
paces apart.
Gazef lowered his eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
It was a smile, but not one that caused displeasure. It clearly displayed his
good humor. Climb was a little uncomfortable in the face of that smile, which
was like a father watching his son grow.
“Very well done. Therefore, I shall get a little serious now.”
Gazef’s face changed.
A thrill of terror ran through Climb’s body. That was because his instincts told
him that the Kingdom’s strongest fighter now stood before him.
“Actually, I’ve got a potion with me. It should be able to mend broken bones,
so don’t worry.”
“…Thank you very much.”
Climb’s heart lurched as he heard his opponent imply that he would be taking
a fracture. While he was used to being hurt, it did not mean that he enjoyed it.
Gazef took a step forward, twice as fast as Climb stepping in.
The tip of the bastard sword pointed to the ground, tracing a low path that
came at Climb’s legs. The sheer speed of the attack panicked Climb, and he
planted his sword on the ground, preparing to protect his legs.
There was a fierce clash. Just as Climb realized it, Gazef’s sword bounced up.
The bastard sword traveled along the body of the broadsword in an upwards
slash.
“Oog!”
Climb threw his face — and the rest of his body — backward, and the bastard
sword zipped past his body. Several strands of severed hair fell in the wake of
the swing.
Filled with fear at how Gazef had overwhelmed him in an instant, Climb cast
his eyes toward the tip of the sword. Then, to his horror, he saw the bastard
sword suddenly halt, and then turn.
His body was moving before his mind could think.
As though driven by a basic survival instinct, he stuck out his small shield,
which collided with the bastard sword and produced a ringing sound of metal.
And then —
“—Ah!”
There was a surge of pain, and then Climb was sent flying across the room. He
struck the ground rolling, and the impact jarred his sword loose from his grip.
It would seem the bastard sword had immediately changed direction into a
horizontal sweep after bouncing off the shield, and it had savagely struck
Climb’s side, which he had left exposed.
“Flow from move to move. Do not think of attack and defense as separate
things. Every movement must be made in order to launch the next attack. Think
of your defense as a way of setting up an attack.”
Climb picked up his fallen sword and grabbed at his waist as he struggled to
his feet.
“I didn’t use too much force to spare you a fracture, so you should be able to
fight, right? How do you feel?”
Climb’s breathing was ragged from tension and pain, in contrast to Gazef’s
even, regular breaths.
He was only wasting Gazef’s time if he could not even take a few hits. That
said, Climb still wanted to become as strong as possible.
He nodded to Gazef, and raised his sword.
“Alright. Then let’s continue.”
“Yes!”
With that hoarse cry, Climb broke into a run.
He was struck, he was knocked back, he was even bodily beaten. Climb
crumpled to the stone floor over and over again. The cool slabs drained the heat
from his body through his clothes and chain shirt, and it felt very comfortable.
“Huuu… huu… huu…”
He did not wipe his sweat away. More precisely, he lacked the strength to do
so.
As pain flooded into his mind from all over his body, his whole body was
gripped in a sudden surge of fatigue, and his eyes closed lightly.
“You did well. I tried to avoid breaking or splintering your bones while
swinging. How do you feel?”
“……”
Still on the ground, Climb moved his hands to feel up the places which hurt.
Then he opened his eyes.
“No problems here. It hurts, but those are just bumps and bruises.”
The waves of pain were quite light. They would not affect his duties of
protecting the Princess.
“Is that so… then we won’t need to use the potion.”
“Mm. Besides, using it carelessly will remove the effects of muscle training.”
“Well, it’s meant to provide rapid healing, but the effect of the magic also
reverts the muscle to its original state. Just as well. You’ll be going to bodyguard
the Princess after this, am I right?”
“Yes.”
“Take it, then. Just in case. Use it if anything comes up.”
The medicine bottle clinked as Gazef set it down by Climb’s side.
“Thank you very much.”
He sat up, looking at Gazef. He looked upon the man whose swordplay he
could not hope to match.
The unscathed man found it strange, and asked:
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing… I just thought you’re really amazing.”
Gazef’s forehead was devoid of sweat. His breathing was calm and regular.
Was this the difference between Climb, sprawled on the ground, and the
strongest man in the Kingdom?
Climb sighed, but he was satisfied with this outcome.
Gazef, on the other hand, seemed to be grinning.
“…Really now. Well…”
“Why—”
“—If you want to ask why I’m so strong, I can’t rightfully give you an answer.
Basically, I was talented. Incidentally, I learned how to fight as a mercenary. The
nobles call my habit of kicking people crude, but I learned it during that time
too. There was no secret to becoming strong,” Gazef concluded. Climb had
thought that repeating the same practice over and over would eventually make
him a little stronger, but that had been rejected in an instant.
“In that sense, you’re quite suited for my style of fighting with fists and feet,
Climb.”
“Is… that so?”
“Oh yes. You haven’t been trained as a swordsman or a soldier, but that has
its good points too. Once one picks up a sword, it’s only natural to focus on using
it… but I don’t think that’s a good thing. I feel that the sword should only be an
attack method, alongside punching and kicking and so on. That’s a practical
fighting style; or a dirty… an adventurer’s fighting style.”
Climb’s face was no longer its usual blank slate. There was a smile there now.
To think the mightiest man in the Kingdom would actually praise his haphazard,
slapdash sword skills!
He was delighted that his swordsmanship — which the aristocrats scorned —
had received such accolades.
“Alright, we’ll stop training here. I should go. I need to meet the king in time
to for his breakfast. Don’t you need to hurry to the Princess’ side?”
“No, because the Princess has a guest today.”
“A guest? Which noble is that?”
To think that Princess would have a caller. Gazef was quite surprised, and
then Climb answered:
“Yes, Aindra-sama.”
“Aindra? Oh! …Which Aindra is it? From Blue… or is it Red?”
“That would be Aindra-sama of Blue Rose.”
Gazef sighed in visible relief.
“I see… so that was it… so if a friend’s come, that means…”
Gazef had guessed that Renner had barred Climb from her side because she
had a friend over, but the truth was that Climb had gently refused the invitation.
While he and the Princess had a relationship where they did not need to
quibble about trivialities, even Gazef would frown in disapproval if he learned
that Climb had refused the invitation of a member of the Royal Household.
Therefore, he did not state the truth, but let Gazef draw his own conclusions.
Climb had met Aindra through Renner, and Aindra thought well of him. Surely
she would not reject Climb like the other nobles if he were to join them at a
dinner party.
However, Climb had considered that his mistress (Renner) had almost no
friends of the same sex, and he felt that if he, as a man, were not around, the two
ladies would be able to speak about personal things they could not normally
utter.
“Thank you very much for today, Gazef-sama.”
“Please, don’t stand on ceremony. I had a good time too.”
“…If it pleases you, could I ask for your guidance again, like today?”
Gazef could not answer for a moment. Climb saw his reaction and began to
apologize, but Gazef spoke first.
“That’s fine. As long as there’s nobody else around, of course.”
Climb keenly understood Gazef’s reluctance, and so he did not say much. He
forced his sore aching body to his feet and spoke his heartfelt feelings.
“Thank you very much!”
Gazef waved back grandly, and strode forth.
“Then please tidy up here. It would be terrible if I could not meet the King for
his morning meal… oh yes, that downward slash of yours was pretty good.
However, you need to think about what comes after that. Consider what you’d
do if your strike was dodged or blocked.”
“Yes!”
4
The sound of valuable metals clinking against each other rang forth.
After ensuring that the up-ended purse was empty, Ainz began sorting out the
shiny coins scattered on the table.
He placed ten silver or gold coins into each stack, and then he counted them
up.
After totaling the stacks of coins several times, Ainz looked inside the purse.
It was empty, as expected. After verifying that fact, Ainz cast it aside, and then
grabbed his head.
“Not enough… there’s not enough money at all…”
His illusory human face twisted in depression. Of course, the money before
him was a sizable sum. An ordinary citizen could labor for decades and not
accumulate this amount. However, to the master of the Great Underground
Tomb of Nazarick and its only source of income, it was little more than pocket
change, a fact that made him terribly uneasy.
Ainz’s mental state would be forcibly stabilized once it was disrupted beyond
a certain threshold. Therefore, he should have been automatically calmed down
once the shock of having insufficient money kicked in and assaulted his psyche.
However, the sum of gold coins he possessed gave him some emotional leeway,
and so the emotional cutoff did not trigger. Instead, he burned in the slow fires
of anxiety.
Ainz shook his head, and divided the gold coins before him into several piles.
“First, this is additional funding for Sebas.”
The pile of money before him dwindled in an instant, and Ainz’s face twitched.
“Then there’s this pile… funds for rebuilding and financial aid for the
Lizardman Village, in accordance with Cocytus’ wishes, and then…”
It was less than before, but the pile of money shifted, leaving only a few gold
pieces behind.
“…This money is going towards the Lizardman Village’s expenses, so if I buy
from the Adventurer’s Guild, I can use my reputation as an adamantite-ranked
adventurer to open doors for me. That should make things… cheaper… so
perhaps this will do?”
He recovered several coins from Cocytus’ pile.
After counting and recounting the remaining coins, Ainz muttered quietly to
himself.
“…Maybe I should get a merchant to sponsor me or something… It’d be a good
way to set up a regular income stream outside of adventuring.”
There were only three adamantite-ranked adventurer teams in the Kingdom,
including Ainz’s own. Therefore, sometimes merchants would make requests of
them by name. These jobs were both easy and profitable for Ainz, and he could
easily stand to take a few. However, he had not done so until now.
That was because Ainz wanted to avoid giving merchants or adventurers the
impression that his Momon persona was a money-grubber, or perhaps one who
would do anything for money.
Ainz intended to build a public image of an adventurer who was loved by all,
and then transfer that glory to Ainz Ooal Gown. Thus, he had to be mindful of
what other people thought of him.
“Still… I’m penniless. Shouldn’t have stayed in such an expensive inn…”
Ainz looked around the opulent room.
This was the best inn in all of E-Rantel, and this was its best room. Naturally,
the prices for this room were equally staggering However, this superior room
meant nothing to Ainz, who did not need to sleep. How he longed to spend the
money somewhere else.
The same went for his meals. However splendid the dishes which the inn
prepared for him, it was all meaningless to Ainz, who could not eat them. It
would be wiser to cancel the meals and save the money.
However, Ainz knew exactly why he could not do that.
Ainz… no, Momon was the sole adamantite-ranked adventurer in this city. A
big name like himself could not possibly live in a flophouse where he had to take
care of everything himself.
Living standards were an easy way of benchmarking people. An adamantite-
ranked adventurer had to lead a lifestyle consistent with an adamantite-ranked
adventurer, such as the inn where he stayed and what he wore.
Clothes did make the man, after all.
Thus, Ainz could not lower himself to stay in cheap lodgings. It was the same
even though he understood that this was a waste of money.
“If they think I’m really this valuable, then the Guild ought to book me a
room… hah… although, they’d probably do it if I asked…”
That said, he did not want to owe people favors. To date, whenever the guild
made urgent requests of him, he would move into action immediately to make
them feel indebted to him. Once he had accumulated enough leverage, he would
then start calling in his markers. If he allowed people to pay off their debts with
such small things, his plan would be ruined.
“Ah… there’s no money. Whatever shall I do… More requests, perhaps? But
there haven’t been any good-paying jobs recently. And if I take too many on, the
other adventurers will start to hate me…”
While he wanted Ainz Ooal Gown to become an eternal legend, obviously he
did not want that name to become infamous. Ainz made the semblance of a sigh,
them memorized that amount of spending cash he had from the pile.
“Speaking of money, what about the Guardians’ salary?”
Ainz went “Hmm” and leaned back against his chair, looking at the ceiling.
The Guardians insisted on not drawing a salary, saying that their greatest joy
in life was to serve the Supreme Beings, so they would not dare think of taking
payment for it.
However, Ainz felt that he should not rely too much on their goodwill. One
needed to reward work done in an appropriate fashion.
While the Guardians had all indicated that loyalty to the Supreme Beings was
the best reward, that statement did not sit easy with Ainz.
Perhaps that was the conceit of a man who drew his pay by showing up for
work, but he felt that labor ought to be compensated.
For all he knew, instituting a salary system might lead to the fall and
corruption of these pure and naive children. Even so, he felt that it held merit as
an experiment.
“The question now is how I should pay them.”
Ainz’s eyes went from the ceiling to the diminished pile of gold coins on the
table.
“If we consider the Guardians’ salary to be equivalent to that of a department
head in a high-end company, that means they’d draw 15 million yen per year…
Shalltear, Cocytus, Aura, Mare Demiurge and Albedo ought to be getting more,
right? Which means I’ll have to multiply that by six. Ah, it can’t be helped. I can’t
make that much money.”
Ainz grabbed his head in contemplation, and then his eyes shot open.
“Got it! I just need to pay them with something else! Maybe I could issue
Nazarick-only bills — like play money, perhaps — and then fix their value at
100,000 apiece. That would do it!”
But after shouting that, Ainz’s face twisted again.
How would he make everyone use these bills?
All the facilities in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick were free of
charge. Even if he did print those bills, he had no idea where to begin using them.
“What if they were used to buy items from this world?”
After comparing the goods of this world to those of Nazarick, he could not
help but wonder who would even want to buy things from the outside world.
“These facilities have been free until now, but if I start charging for them, I’d
be putting the cart before the horse… what should I do?”
After pondering for a while more, Ainz hit on another bright idea.
“Got it! I’ll ask the Guardians to think of something. All I need to do is ask
them what they’d be willing to spend money on. That ought to do it!”
Just as Ainz was muttering, “What a great idea” to himself, his face turned
sour again.
“Still…”
I’m talking to myself more and more, Ainz thought.
While all this had still been a game, he knew he had been talking to himself a
lot because there was nobody else around. However, now that the NPCs had
gained sapience, will and self-direction, he was still talking to himself. Why was
that?
Was it because it had become a habit? Or was it because—
“Because I’m still alone, huh…”
Ainz laughed in loneliness.
Of course, he was surrounded by sapient NPCs, so it was hard to say that he
was truly alone. However, he still felt that way. Perhaps he was busy erasing the
personality of Suzuki Satoru in order to play the role of Ainz Ooal Gown, the
coordinator of the 41 Supreme Beings, whom the Guardians wanted.
Ainz sighed, and as he looked back at the coins on his desk, he heard a
knocking on the door.
After a short while, the door opened. Once he had verified that it was the
person he had expected — Narberal Gamma — Ainz put on a face.
Right now, the corner of Ainz’s mouth was curled up, as though he were
looking down on her.
The low-level illusion which Ainz was using reflected his thoughts, so it might
occasionally display an expression which did not fit the ruler of the Great
Underground Tomb of Nazarick. Therefore, whenever someone else was
around, and particularly in front of Narberal, he typically put on an expression
which made him seem like a stern and dignified ruler. He had practiced it before
the mirror many times, honing that expression to perfection.
“What is it, Nabe?”
His voice was the same faked one he always had.
“Yes, Momon sa—n.”
“There’s the old habit again. Whenever I remind you, you change for a while,
so I guess I should give up on that, huh. Ahhh, no need to bow. I’m not angry,
and the fact that you show respect to me… well, that’s fine too. The Guildmaster
and the others seem to have gotten the wrong impression, so it’s fine. Now then,
what are you here for?”
“Yes. It concerns the ore which you ordered the merchants to find, Momon-
san.”
I didn’t give any orders, it was just business, Ainz grumbled inside his heart. That
said, the stern expression on his face remained unmoved.
“Really now… Which location are we talking about? Have they gathered
samples from all eight places?”
“My deepest apologies, but I did not ask that much.”
“…Never mind, then. We have money. Even if we don’t know where they came
from, we should be able to buy them all up.”
Ainz grandly swept the coins on the desk into a pouch and tossed it to
Narberal. He watched as she decorously picked up the pouch of money.
“Understood. However, may I be permitted a question?”
“Why I’m purchasing ore from various locations?”
Narberal nodded, and Ainz explained.
“I intend to throw them into the Exchange Box. Simply put, I wish to see if
the money I get from the ores changes with the location.”
The Exchange Box should not be affected by such things. For instance, even
an exquisitely carved statue would only count the same as an unworked lump of
the same material when fed into the Exchange Box. That being the case, what if
the composition — the intrinsic quality of the material varied? That was why he
had purchased all those ores.
“Nabe, you know that I managed to fix a price by throwing grain into the box.”
I had to throw in quite a pile of grain before getting one measly coin, Ainz grumbled
in his heart.
If that were the case, all he had to do was commence mass production. Thus,
he had considered breaking ground on grain farms outside Nazarick, manned by
undead or golems in order to tend large farms. Of course, actually executing that
plan presented a mountain of problems in its own right.
“Understood. Then I shall make the purchases immediately.”
“Mm. However, be careful. We can’t guarantee nobody will make a move on
you. If anything happens… You understand, right?”
“I will use the Shadow Demon as a meatshield. I will not think about obtaining
information and prioritize safety by retreating with all due haste. I will then
teleport to Aura-sama’s fake Nazarick to deceive the foe.”
“Very good. Pay attention to safety and do not travel in secluded areas or take
routes which make you vulnerable to attack. Also, do not beat people half to
death if they bother you or try and chat you up. In all honesty, I was quite
surprised when that man wept and begged me to save him and said he was only
trying to flirt with you. Also, you are not to project your murderous intentions
everywhere. Crushing pickpockets’ hands might be acceptable, but do not do it
all the time. Also, do not, under any circumstances, refer to humans as insects.
Simply put, keep your injurious impulses in check after all, we are Momon and
Nabe, the highest-ranking adventurers known as ‘Darkness.’”
Once he saw Narberal indicate that she understood, Ainz felt that there was
nothing else to remind her about, and nodded.
“…Mm. That should be it. Go then, Nabe.”
Still holding the pouch, Narberal bowed before leaving the room. As Ainz
watched her leave, he sighed deeply, despite his lack of lungs.
“…To think I have to make expenditures while I’m low on cash. What a pain.”
Chapter 3 The Finders and the Found
Chapter 3 | The Finders and the Found
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Middle Fire Month, 26th Day – 16:06
After leaving the Magician’s Guild, Sebas looked to the sky.
Sending the old lady home had made him go over his planned time, and the
sky was slowly turning a madder red. After glancing at the watch he had taken
out of his breast pocket, he knew that it was time to return home. However, the
day’s business had not been finished yet. Since those matters could be delayed
until tomorrow, should he not do so? Or should he stick to the plan and finish
up his agenda by today, even though it would cause him to go into overtime?
He only hesitated for a moment.
The matter of the old lady was his own decision. Thus, he ought to fulfill his
tasks.
“「—Shadow Demon.」”
A seething presence emerged from Sebas’ shadow.
“Inform Solution I will be a little late. That is all.”
There was no response, but the presence began moving. It flitted from shadow
to shadow and gradually drew away.
“Alright,” Sebas muttered, and began moving.
He had no destination in mind. Sebas was going to fully familiarize himself
with the layout of the Royal Capital. His master had not ordered him to do so —
he had simply chosen to move independently as part of his intelligence-
gathering duties.
“Then, I shall head over there today.”
After muttering to himself and grooming his beard, Sebas twirled the scroll
he was holding in one hand. He looked like a delighted child as he did so.
He headed ever forward, drawing away from the central district of the Royal
Capital, where it was still safe.
After turning several corners, the alleys started to feel dirtier, and a faint
stench lingered on the air, the stench of fresh garbage and other wastes. It felt
as though it would physically stain his clothes, and Sebas walked on in silence.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and surveyed his surroundings. It would
seem he had entered a very secluded back alley, so cramped that people would
have to squeeze past each other in passing.
It was hard to move through these narrow alleys, where the light of the setting
sun was blocked by the tall buildings all around and the footing was atrocious.
However, it posed no obstacle to Sebas. He walked on in silence and concealing
his presence, as though he had melted into the shadows.
Sebas turned several more corners as he headed towards an even more
sparsely populated region, and then his confident, unhesitating stride suddenly
ground to a halt.
His aimless wanderings had brought him here, and he realized that he had
come a long way from his home base. Sebas’ instincts had largely grasped his
location, and he mentally traced the route from his home base to this place.
Given Sebas’ physical attributes, he could have covered the distance in a
straight line. It would take quite a while for him if he had to walk normally. Now
that night was looming, it was probably time to go back.
He was not concerned about the safety of Solution, with whom he lived.
Even if a powerful enemy appeared, Solution still had a monster in her
shadow, much like Sebas had. She ought to be able to buy time to retreat by using
it as a meatshield. That said—
“…Should I go back?”
In all honesty, he wanted to continue walking, but wasting time on an activity
which was half-leisure would not be permitted. Still, even if he was to return
home, he could at least see what was in front of him. He continued walking
through the narrow alleys.
As Sebas forged silently ahead in the darkness, he saw a heavy steel door in
front of him — about 15 meters away — suddenly creak to life as it opened, and
light leaked out from within. Sebas stopped and watched silently.
Once the door had fully opened, someone poked their head out. The
backlighting only allowed Sebas to see his silhouette, but the person was
probably a man. Said man looked around, but he did not notice Sebas, and shrank
back inside.
There was a thump as a large sack hit the ground outside. Illuminated by the
light from inside, Sebas could see that the soft object inside had changed shape
from the fall.
The door was still open, but the person throwing out the large sack of what
was apparently garbage seemed to have gone back indoors, and there were no
movements for a while.
Sebas frowned, debating over whether to move ahead or go in another
direction. Sticking his nose into this would probably lead to trouble.
After hesitating briefly, he continued his silent advance along the dark,
narrow alley.
“—Let’s go.”
The mouth of the sack sagged open.
Sebas’ shoes scraped along the ground, and he soon drew near the sack.
Just as he was about to pass it, he stopped in his tracks.
Sebas felt something had caught onto his pants. Looking down, Sebas saw
what he had expected.
A slender arm, like a withered branch reached out from within the sack,
grabbing onto the leg of his pants. The half-naked body of a woman appeared
from within—
This was when the sack opened fully, exposing the woman’s upper body.
Her blue eyes were dark, clouded over and empty of life. Her shoulder-length
hair was messy, with split ends from malnutrition. Her face was swollen like a
ball from beatings, and there were numerous pale red spots all over her dried-
out, bark-like skin.
She was a desiccated bag of bones, with hardly any vitality left in her.
Surely that must be a corpse. No — she still drew breath. The hand grasping
Sebas’ pant leg was the best sign of that. However, if all she could do was breathe,
did that truly qualify as living?
“…Could you please let go?”
The girl did not respond to Sebas’ words. It was readily apparent that she was
not ignoring him. After all, her eyelids were so swollen that they were only
separated by a thin slit. The cloudy pupils which seemed to be peering at the sky
from within could not see anything at all.
All Sebas would have to do was move his leg and he would be able to shrug off
those fingers, which could not even begin to compare to dried-out twigs.
However, he did not. Instead, he continued asking:
“…Are you in difficulty? If so—”
“—Oi, old man. Where the fuck did you come from?”
Sebas was interrupted by a low, brutish voice.
A man appeared from behind the door. His arms and chest bulged with
muscle. His scarred face clearly displayed his hostility, and he glared hatefully at
Sebas. The lantern he was holding emitted a red light.
“Oi oi oi, the fuck you looking at, old man?”
The man clicked his tongue with exaggerated deliberation, and then jerked his
chin at Sebas.
“Fuck right off, old man. While you’re still in one piece.”
Seeing that Sebas remained still, the man took a step forward. The door
slammed shut behind him with a ponderous thud. The man slowly placed the
lantern by his feet with an intimidating swagger.
“Oi! You deaf, old man?”
He worked his shoulders and cracked his neck. Then he slowly raised his right
hand and clenched it into a fist. He was clearly not afraid to use violence.
“Hm…”
Sebas smiled. Coming from an aged gentleman like Sebas, that dignified smile
clearly displayed a matchless calm and compassion. Yet, for some reason, the
man stepped back as though a ferocious carnivore had appeared before him.
“Uh… uh, uh, what’re you—”
Shaken by Sebas’ smile, the man could not finish the words he was trying to
form. He staggered back, without realizing how heavily he was panting.
Sebas tucked the scroll — marked with the sigil of the Magician’s Guild —
that he had been holding into his belt. Then he took a single step forward, closing
the gap to the man, and extended a hand. The man could not even react to that
movement. With a silent whisper, the hand holding on to Sebas’ pants fell to the
floor of the alley.
That seemed to be the signal for Sebas to seize the man by the lapels — and
then he easily lifted his body off the ground.
Anybody seeing this would surely wonder if this was some kind of joke.
Just going by appearances, there was no chance Sebas could take this man in
a fight. Be it in terms of age, musculature, his thick arms, height, mass, and the
aura of violence around him, the younger man had the advantage.
And yet, this distinguished old gentleman was lifting up this heavyweight with
one hand.
—No, that was not the case. Perhaps an eyewitness would be able to sense the
difference between the two of them. While humans had poor instincts, they
could still sense a sufficiently great difference between two parties.
The difference between Sebas and this man was—
The difference between an absolute superior and an utter inferior.
The other man — who had been lifted completely off the ground — flailed his
legs and twisted his body. Then, when he thought to take Sebas’ hand in both of
his own, his eyes filled with fear as he realized something.
He finally realized that the man before him was nothing like what his
appearance suggested. He also realized that pointless resistance would only
serve to anger the monster before him.
“What is she?”
As the man began stiffening in fear, that cold voice bored its way into his ears.
That voice was as clear and quiet as a softly flowing brook. The sheer contrast
with the hand that was easily lifting him up only heightened the man’s fear.
“She, she’s a worker in our place,” the man replied, his voice off-key from
panic.
“I asked you what she was. And your answer is that she is a worker?”
The man wondered if he had said the wrong thing. However, it was the best
answer he could have given under the present circumstances. The man’s eyes
were wide in fear, trembling like those of a frightened little animal.
“It’s nothing. It’s just that some of my colleagues view humans as objects, so
I believed that you too viewed people as objects. If you held that point of view,
then you would not consider yourself to have done something wrong. However,
you answered that she was a worker. In other words, you considered her a human
being. Am I correct? Then, allow me another question. What were you going to
do with her?”
The man thought for a moment. However—
One could almost hear the squeezing.
Sebas’ grip intensified, and the man was briefly breathless.
“—Uggghhh!”
Sebas tightened his grip on the man, making it harder for him to breathe, and
the man gave off a queer wail. Sebas was sending a message: “I won’t give you time
to think — answer now.”
“She, she was sick, so I was taking her to a temple—”
“—I do not like being lied to.”
“Aiiiieee!”
Sebas’ grip grew even stronger, and the man’s face flushed red as a cry leaked
out of his throat. However generous he might have been by discounting the fact
that he had put someone into a sack for transport, the man’s actions of dumping
said sack into an alley did not feel like he was taking a sick person to the temple
for treatment. It was just like disposing of rubbish.
“Please… stop…”
The man was having trouble breathing. He thrashed wildly as he realized the
mortal danger he was in.
Sebas casually blocked the fist headed at his face with one hand. The flailing
legs hit Sebas body and dirtied his clothes, but Sebas was as stoic as the
mountains.
—But of course.
How could a mere human’s legs move a massive slab of iron? Even after taking
a square hit, Sebas simply dusted himself off and nonchalantly said:
“I advise you to tell the truth.”
“Gahhhh—”
The man was unable to breathe, and Sebas narrowed his eyes at the man’s
crimson face. He let go of the man just before he had passed out.
With a great thump, the man fell to the alley floor.
“G-guwaaargh!”
The main expelled the last dregs of air within himself as a gasped cry, and then
greedily drank in the fresh air in big gulps. Sebas continued looking down on him
in silence. Then he reached out for his throat again.
“W-wait… p-please, wait!”
Having personally experienced the terrors of oxygen deprivation, the man
scrambled away from Sebas’ hand.
“The tem— that’s right! I was taking her to the temple!”
Is he still lying? To think his will is so strong…
Sebas had thought that the man would immediately come clean out of fear for
his life. However, the man might have been afraid, but he did not look like he
was going to talk right away. In other words, the danger of letting that
information slip was on par with Sebas’ intimidation.
Sebas considered if he should change his plan of attack. This was enemy
territory. The fact that the man had not cried out to whoever was behind the
door for help indicated that he did not expect someone to rescue him
immediately. That said, staying here for too long would only lead to more
trouble.
His master had not ordered him to cause trouble. His orders were to blend
into society and covertly gather intelligence.
“If you’re taking her to the temple, then allow me to do so. I will guarantee
her safety.”
The man gulped and his eyes quivered. Then he frantically tried to cobble an
excuse together.
“…There’s no guarantee you’ll really take her there.”
“Then you can come with me.”
“I’m busy now, so I can’t go. I’ll take her later.”
The man seemed to have sensed something from Sebas’ expression, and he
hurriedly continued:
“She belongs to us by law! If you step in, you’ll be breaking the country’s laws!
And if you dare take her away, that’ll be kidnapping!”
Sebas froze, and frowned for the first time.
The man had played on his greatest weakness.
While his master had said that he could take overt action when the situation
called for it, that was only when he was playing the role of a butler caring for his
mistress.
Breaking the law would lead to an investigation, and possibly even lead to
their disguise being pierced. In other words, doing so might lead to major and
obvious repercussions, which his master would not smile upon.
Sebas did not think this brute of a man was very learned, but his voice was
filled with confidence. In other words, someone must have taught him a little
about the law. That being the case, there might be some factual basis to his
declaration.
Since there were no witnesses, the answer was simple; violence. He would
simply become another corpse here with a broken neck.
However, that was a last resort; something he could only do in direct service
to his master’s goals. He could not raise his hand to strike for a girl he had
encountered by chance.
That said, was it right to just abandon this woman?
As Sebas hesitated, the man’s crude laughter filled him with anger.
“Oh faithful butler-sama, are you really going to deceive your master and
cause trouble?”
For the first time, Sebas’ brow knitted in visible frustration as he took in the
man’s mirthful expression. Perhaps the man had grasped his weakness from that
display of his.
“I don’t know which noble you serve, but won’t you cause trouble for your
master if things get blown up? And who knows, your master might have ties with
our establishment. Not afraid of being scolded?”
“…Do you really think my master could not resolve a matter of this
magnitude? Rules exist to be broken by the strong, no?”
That seemed to have gotten through to the man, and fear flashed across his
face for a moment. However, he recovered his confidence almost immediately.
“…Why don’t you give it a try, then?”
“…Hmph.”
Sebas’ bluff had not worked on the man. He must have some kind of powerful
backing. Judging that this approach was not effective, Sebas decided to change
tack.
“…I see. Indeed, it would be quite troublesome in a legal sense. However,
there is also a law which states that if someone asks for help, one can render said
help without fear of legal consequences. I was merely acting in accordance with
that law. For starters, she is currently unconscious, so she ought to be taken to
the temple for treatment. Am I wrong?”
“Er… No… this…”
The man muttered to himself as he racked his brains.
His mask had fallen.
Sebas breathed a sigh of relief at the man’s poor acting skills and his slow
reactions. Sebas had just told a whopper of a lie. Since his opposition had
decided to try and use the law against him, Sebas had in turn thrown a wall of
legal mumbo-jumbo back his way.
If the man had continued to argue using the law — even if he was only lying
— Sebas and his inadequate grasp of the Kingdom’s laws would not have had an
answer for him. However, the man did not understand the law and was only
parroting what he had heard, so he could not see through Sebas’ lies.
In addition, his lack of legal knowledge meant that he had no response when
someone else used the law to argue against him. In addition, this man was
probably someone’s minion, so he should not be able to make decisions of his
own.
Sebas turned away from the man and cradled the woman’s head.
“Do you want me to rescue you?” Sebas asked, before bringing his ear close to
the woman’s cracked lips.
All he could hear was the sound of faint breathing. No, it was more like the
last gasp from a deflated balloon. Did a sound like that even count as breathing?
There was no response. Sebas shook his head and asked again:
“Do you want me to rescue you?”
Saving this girl was completely different from helping that old lady. Sebas
wanted to help as many people around him as he could, but saving this girl might
incur tremendous hassle. Would the Supreme One understand why he had done
this? Was this not a violation of His will? A cold gust blew through his heart as
he contemplated that point.
There was still no response.
A faint yet crude smile crept back onto the man’s face.
Given that he knew what sort of living hell she had been through, it was
obvious why he was sneering. Otherwise, why would he have thrown her outside,
ready for disposal?
Good luck did not repeat itself, because regularly occurring phenomena could
not be considered good luck.
Indeed, if one considered her grabbing of Sebas’ pants to be good luck, then
she would not have any more.
—In her case, her sole piece of good fortune was the fact that Sebas had
stepped into this alley, and it was now over. Everything else all rested on how
much she wanted to survive.
That was not luck.
—Faintly.
Yes. The girl’s lips moved faintly. It was not the natural movement of
breathing. It was a willed, conscious action.
“—”
Sebas’ only response to hearing those words was a big nod.
“I do not believe in helping those who can only pray for others to save them.
Like some plant, waiting for the rain to shower down upon them from the
heavens… However… if you struggle and strive to live…”
Sebas’ fingers moved slowly to shut the girl’s eyes.
“Do not be afraid. Rest. You are under my protection now.”
The girl closed her clouded eyes, as though wrapped in a warm shroud of
compassion.
The other man could not believe what he had just seen, and so he blurted out
the first thing that came to mind.
“It can’t be—”
I didn’t hear anything, the man wanted to say, but he was frozen in place.
“Are you calling me… a liar?”
He did not know when Sebas had stood up, but now his razor-sharp gaze
transfixed the man.
Those were fearsome eyes.
Those vicious eyes stopped the man’s breathing, as though they possessed the
ability to physically crush his heart within his chest.
“Are you saying I would tell a lie for the likes of you?”
“Ah, no, ah…”
The man’s throat croaked, and then he gulped. His eyes moved, fixating on
Sebas’ arms. He must have remembered the consequences of getting carried
away.
“Then, I’ll be taking her with me.”
“Ah, wait! No, please wait!” the man shouted. Sebas glanced at him out of the
corner of his eye.
“What is it now? Trying to buy more time?”
“No, that’s not it. It’s more like, if you take her away, things will be very bad.
You’ll be inviting disaster upon you and your master! Have you heard of Eight
Fingers?”
Sebas had heard that name during his intelligence gathering. They were a
criminal organization which ruled the Kingdom from the shadows.
“So won’t you help me out here? Please pretend you didn’t see anything. If
you take her away, they’ll count it as a failure on my part and they’ll punish me.”
Seeing that the man was trying to cajole him now that the use of force had
failed, Sebas glared icily at him and spoke in equally frigid tones:
“I’m taking her with me.”
“Come on, give me a break, man! They’ll kill me!”
I might as well kill him now, Sebas mused. The man was still weeping as Sebas
weighed the pros and cons of ending the man’s life.
Sebas had originally thought the man was just trying to buy time for help to
arrive, but that ought not to be the case given his attitude. However, he could
not think of a reason otherwise.
“Why did you not call for help?”
The man’s eyes went wide in shock, and then he hastily answered.
The long and short of it was that if the woman got away while he was calling
for help. It would essentially be telling his people that he had made an
unforgivable mistake. In addition, he did not think he could beat Sebas even if
he called his colleagues over to help. That was why he was trying to persuade
Sebas to change his mind.
Even Sebas could not muster up his motivation in front of that utterly
pathetic attitude, and his killing intent vanished. That said, he still did not
intend to give the girl over to the man. That being the case—
“…Then why don’t you run away?
“Please be reasonable. Where would I get the money to run?”
“I do not consider money to be more important than life. However… I shall
provide in that respect.”
The man’s face lit up at Sebas’ words.
Perhaps killing him really would be safer, but at the same time, letting him
flee with all his strength might be able to buy them some time. He had to use
that time to treat her and bring her somewhere safe.
More to the point, killing him here might lead others to search for her, since
she would be missing.
In addition, it might cause problems for the people close to her, given that he
did not know the circumstances which had led to her present state.
At this point, Sebas began wondering why he had even started on this
dangerous course in the first place.
The truth was that he did not understand the stirrings in his heart which had
led him to rescue this woman. Just about any other denizen of Nazarick would
have ignored her to avoid getting involved in troublesome matters. They would
have packed up and left this place.
—Saving someone in trouble is common sense.
Sebas decided to ignore that phrase which had inexplicably surfaced in his
heart and said:
“Take this, hire an adventurer and flee.”
Sebas took out a pouch. The man looked at it, doubt in his eyes. The sight of
such a small pouch was probably not very reassuring.
In the next moment, the man’s eyes followed the coins which fell to the alley’s
floor, fixated on that silver-like radiance. Those were platinum coins rolling
around on the ground, ten of them in all, each worth ten times as much as gold.
“Run away with all your strength, understand? Also, I have some questions for
you. Do you have time to answer them?”
“Ah, it’s fine. I’ve already told them that I’ll be heading out to disp— to take
her to the temple. I should be able to spare some time.”
“I understand. Walk with me, then.”
With that, Sebas raised his chin to indicate the man should follow. Then he
picked up the girl and strode forth.
2
He was the mightiest being in Ainz Ooal Gown, and the one who had made
Sebas. He was a World Champion and an incomparable figure of fame.
The guild had primarily flourished by PKing. Who would dare believe that
Touch Me, of the Original Nine, had founded the group which predated the guild
in order to protect the weak? Yet, that was the truth.
When Momonga had been repeatedly PKed and nearly quit the game in anger,
it was Touch Me who had saved him. When Bukubukuchagama could not find
anyone to adventure with her due to her looks, it was Touch Me who had reached
out to her.
The lingering will of that man was the invisible chain which now bound Sebas.
“Could this be considered a curse…”
Those words were terribly rude. If any of the other beings who served Ainz
Ooal Gown — who had been created by the 41 Supreme Beings — were present
and heard these words, they might have well attacked him on the spot for his
lack of respect.
“It is wrong to show pity and offer aid to those who do not belong to Ainz
Ooal Gown,” Sebas muttered grimly.
That was only to be expected.
Every member of Nazarick — save those who had been programmed
otherwise by the 41 Supreme Beings, like the Head Maid, Pestonya S. Wanko —
firmly believed that abandoning those who did not belong to Ainz Ooal Gown
was the right course of action.
For instance, he had once heard from Solution that one of her fellow battle
maids (Pleiades) — Lupusregina — got along very well with a girl from Carne
Village. However, Sebas was abundantly aware that if anything arose,
Lupusregina would cast that girl aside without hesitation.
That was not because she was cruel.
If the Supreme Beings ordered them to die, they would kill themselves
without delay. If the Supreme Beings ordered someone dead, they would kill
them, even if their target was a friend of theirs. On the other hand, anyone who
did not understand this would receive looks of pity from their comrades.
Making a decision based on human — in other words, worthless — sentiments
was the wrong thing to do.
But what about himself? Had he taken the correct course of action?
Just as Sebas was about to bite through his lip, Solution stepped out of the
room. Her face was still a blank mask.
“How did it go?”
“…She is suffering from syphilis and two other sexually-transmitted diseases.
Several of her ribs and fingers are broken. The tendons on her right arm and left
leg have been severed. Her upper and lower incisors have been pulled out. Her
organ function is diminished and she has a fissured anus. There are signs of drug
addiction. In addition, there are countless traces of contusions and lacerations.
This concludes the basic summary of her condition. Do you require a more
detailed explanation?”
“No, I think not. The important thing is — can she be healed?”
“Easily.”
Sebas had also expected that unhesitating reply.
Healing abilities could even help someone who had all their limbs severed. In
fact, Sebas could use Ki to heal just about any form of physical injury. The truth
was that if he had not been worried about emergencies or the truth getting out,
he could have healed the old lady’s twisted ankle on the spot.
That said, while his Ki could heal physical injuries, it could not help with
poisoning or diseases as well, because Sebas had not learned those skills.
Therefore, he had to ask Solution to help in that aspect.
“I’ll leave it to you, then.”
“If healing magic needs to be used, perhaps it might be better to look up
Pestonya-sama.”
“There’s no need to go to that trouble. Solution, you have a scroll of healing
magic, do you not?”
After seeing Solution nod, Sebas continued:
“Use that, then.”
“…Sebas-sama. That scroll was bestowed upon us by the Supreme One. It
should not be used on a mere human being.”
Indeed. He should have thought of some other way instead. It would be best
to heal her wounds and stabilize her first, before curing her addiction and
disease afterward. However, he did not know if he had the time for that. If she
was dying because of her addiction or diseases, healing her would be an exercise
in futility unless said healing was constantly reapplied.
After thinking about this, Sebas handed out an order to Solution in a voice of
steel, the better to keep anyone from learning his true intentions.
“Do it.”
Solution narrowed her eyes, and a reddish-black flame seemed to flare in their
depths. However, Solution bowed her head in acknowledgment to hide that
change.
“…I understand. I am to restore that female to a pristine condition — in other
words, I will revert her body to the state it was before she engaged in those
activities. Am I correct?”
After receiving Sebas’ approval, Solution bowed again.
“I shall do so at once.”
“Then, could I trouble you to boil some water and wipe her down after the
treatment? I shall purchase something to eat.”
Nobody here needed to eat and nobody here could cook. Neither did anyone
here possess magic items which eliminated the need to eat. Thus, he had to
obtain food for her.
“…Sebas-sama. Healing the body is a simple task, but… I do not possess the
ability to heal mental traumas.”
Solution paused here and then looked straight at Sebas before continuing.
“If there is a need to heal such traumas, I feel it would be better to ask Ainz-
sama to lend his aid. Will you not ask him to do so?”
“…There is no need to trouble Ainz-sama. We will leave the mental symptoms
for later.”
Solution bowed deeply again. Then she opened the door and entered the
room. As Sebas watched her leave, he slowly leaned against a nearby wall.
How should he deal with her—
The best way was to wait until she had been treated — while the man was
fleeing, for instance — and then take her to where she wanted to go and release
her. He had to pick a location that was sufficiently far away from the Royal
Capital. Telling her to walk out from here would not only be too dangerous but
far too cruel. It would be no help at all.
Still, was all this really the right thing for him — Sebas Tian, butler of Nazarick
— to do?
Sebas sighed heavily.
If only that would allow him to physically expel the worries that had built up
within his heart. However, it did not. His heart was pounding and his thoughts
were a blur.
“How foolish I was. To think that I, Sebas, would do all that for a human
being…”
But no matter how hard he thought, he could not come to a conclusion. Thus,
Sebas decided to stop seeking an answer. Right now, he ought to start by solving
the simple problems. It might only be delaying the inevitable, but this was the
best that Sebas could come up with at the moment.
Solution changed the shape of her finger. The slender digit lengthened,
becoming a syringe-like structure that was several millimeters thick. As a
Shoggoth, Solution had always been able to make great alterations to her shape,
so altering the thickness of her fingers was child’s play.
She glanced at the door, and once she sensed he was no longer outside, she
quietly approached the woman on the bed.
“Since Sebas-sama has approved it, I might as well take care of this unpleasant
business quickly. You would probably prefer it that way, no? Besides, it is not as
though you are aware of it, are you?”
Solution reached inside her body with her untransformed hand and withdrew
a scroll stored within herself.
That scroll was not the only item Solution had concealed within herself. In
addition to scrolls and other expendable magic items, she also contained quite a
number of weapons, armor, and other battle gear. This was nothing out of the
ordinary considering her body could store several human beings.
Solution looked at the unconscious woman.
She was uninterested in her appearance. Only one thought ran through her
mind.
That was — this human doesn’t look like it would taste good.
This body looked like a walking corpse. It probably would not thrash wildly
and delight Solution even if she melted at it with corrosives.
“I could understand Sebas-sama’s intentions if he intended to make her my
toy after she recovered, but this…”
She was familiar with Sebas’ personality, since he was the leader of the
Pleiades battle maids. He would never permit such a thing. After all, he had not
permitted her to capture and eat any humans during their journey, save the ones
who had tried to ambush them.
“If Sebas-sama had rescued her on orders from the Supreme One, then I
would gladly obey… but is it really worth expending a valuable asset from the
Supreme Beings on a mere human like this?”
Solution shook her head and dispelled those thoughts.
“…Should I eat you before Sebas-sama returns?”
Solution broke the seal and unfurled the scroll. The spell contained within
was called [Heal]. It was a high-end healing magic of the sixth-tier, and it could
restore a great deal of health in addition to healing various diseases and other
abnormal status conditions.
Under normal circumstances, using the magic of the scroll would require
levels in the appropriate job class. In other words, one would need cleric-type
class levels to use clerical spells, which were divine magic. However, certain
thief-type classes had the ability to emulate a class and use magical devices by
“deceiving” them, such as with a scroll.
As an assassin, Solution had levels in several thief-type classes. Thus, she was
able to use this scroll of [Heal], which she would not be able to use otherwise.
“Just in case, I should probably put her to sleep. After that…”
Solution used a skill to synthesize a sleeping poison-cum-muscle relaxant,
which she injected into the girl.
She finally managed to stop crying after some time had passed and the front
of Sebas’ clothes had been soaked by her tears. She slowly extricated herself
from Sebas’ arms and lowered her head to hide her blushing face.
“Ah… I’m… sorry…”
“Please, do not worry about it. Being able to offer one’s chest to a lady for
support is a mark of pride for a man.”
Sebas extracted a clean handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to
her.
“Please use this.”
“But… lending… me… this… clean…” the girl asked nervously. Sebas reached
out to cup her chin, then gently raised her face. She had no idea what had
happened, but just as she was freezing up with fear, the handkerchief gently
grazed over her eyes — and the trails of her tears.
This reminds me of the last [Message] conversation Solution had with Shalltear…
Shalltear was apparently quite proud of the fact that Ainz-sama had helped wipe her
tears.
What circumstances would have caused his master to wipe Shalltear’s tears?
He could not imagine Shalltear crying. While his mind was occupied with futile
guessing, his hands worked to clean the girl’s face.
“Ah…”
“Come, please use this,” Sebas said as he stuffed the somewhat damp
handkerchief into her hands. “It is quite sad when a handkerchief goes unused.
Especially when it cannot even dry tears.”
Sebas smiled, and then stepped away from her.
“Alright. Have a good rest. We will discuss the future and other things when
you wake up.”
There was nothing that magic could not do. Her body had been restored
through Solution’s magical healing, and her mental fatigue had been wiped away.
Thus, she could function normally right away. However, she had still been in hell
up until a few hours ago. Her emotional wounds might well burst open again
after a long conversation.
The truth was that her mind was not completely stable, hence her agonized
weeping just now. Magic could briefly salve that spiritual suffering, but it could
only treat the symptoms and not its cause. Unlike the physical body, the invisible
wounds of the spirit could not be so easily healed.
As far as Sebas knew, the only people who could completely remove her
mental damage were his master or possibly Pestonya S. Wanko.
Sebas wanted to let the girl rest, but she hurriedly replied:
“The future…?”
Sebas did not know if he should continue speaking to her. However, since she
had been the one to initiate conversation, he decided to respond while keeping
an eye on her.
“It will not be safe for you to continue staying in the Royal Capital. Have you
no friends or relatives to turn to?”
The girl hung her head.
“Is that so…”
You don’t have any? But of course, he did not actually say that.
That was troublesome, Sebas thought. However, there was no need to be hasty.
That man would probably not be captured so soon, and learning about Sebas
from him would take some time. He knew he was being optimistic, but by telling
himself that he did not worry, he hoped that such would be the case. At the very
least, he hoped that she would be able to regain her spirits first.
“Alright, then. Can you tell me your name?”
“Ah… I… Tsuare…”
“Tsuare, is it? I have not told you my name yet. I am Sebas Tian, but Sebas will
do. I am the servant of Solution-sama, the Young Mistress of this house.”
That was the cover story.
Solution typically wore her white dress instead of her maid outfit in case they
were surprised by guests. However, he would have to remind her to stay in
character as the manor’s mistress now that Tsuare was in the home.
“So…tion…san…”
“Yes, Solution Epsilon-sama. Although, I doubt you will have much of a
chance to meet her.”
“…?”
“The Young Mistress can be… hard to deal with at times.”
Sebas closed his mouth, as if to indicate that was all he would say on the
matter. After a brief silence, he spoke once more.
“Alright. Have a good rest today. We’ll discuss the future tomorrow.”
“All… right…”
After verifying that Tsuare was back on the bed, Sebas took the bowl of
porridge and left the room.
When he opened the door, he was not surprised to find Solution standing
there. She was probably eavesdropping on them, but Sebas did not blame her.
Solution did not feel that Sebas would scold her for doing so, so all she did was
mask her presence and stand outside the door. Since she had assassin-type class
levels, she could have done a better job of hiding if she wanted.
“What’s the matter?”
“Sebas-sama. May I ask how you intend to dispose of her?”
Sebas’s attention went to the door behind him. It was thick enough, but not
completely soundproofed. If they spoke here, she would probably be able to pick
up on a bit of their conversation.
Sebas moved from the front of the door, and Solution silently followed behind
him.
Once they had reached a place where he was sure they would not be
overheard, he stopped.
“…You’re referring to Tsuare, I take it. I intend to wait until tomorrow before
deciding what to do.”
“That name…
Solution did not finish that sentence, but she pulled herself together and then
spoke again.
“Perhaps I have overstepped myself, but I feel that thing has a high chance of
impeding our activities. We ought to deal with it as soon as possible.”
Now what exactly could the words “deal with” mean?
After listening to Solution’s cold words, Sebas thought: As I expected. This was
the opinion which a right-thinking, loyal servant of Nazarick — of the 41
Supreme Beings — would have about a non-Nazarick entity. It was Sebas’
attitude towards Tsuare which was abnormal.
“You’re right. If she interferes with the orders Ainz-sama has given us, then I
shall deal with her without delay.”
Solution looked surprised, as if to say: “If you knew that, then why did you do
it?”
“She might have her uses. And since we’ve picked her up, it would be a shame
to just discard her. We need to think of a way to properly utilize her.”
“…Sebas-sama. I do not know where or why you picked it up, but the injuries
it has taken indicate that it comes from a certain background. And do you not
think the person who inflicted those injuries on that human would be unhappy
to know that it was still alive?”
“There should be no problems on that front.”
“…So you mean to say you have already disposed of those people, then?”
“No. That’s not it. If any problems arise, I will take action. Therefore, I hope
you will be able to watch quietly until then. Do you understand, Solution?”
“…I understand.”
Solution swallowed her rising frustration as she watched Sebas leave.
Now that Sebas had said all that to her, she could not say anything even if she
was deeply dissatisfied with his handling of the situation. In addition, she really
could just sit there and watch if nothing cropped up.
That said—
“To think he would use the resources of Nazarick on a mere human…”
All the wealth and resources of Nazarick belonged to Ainz Ooal Gown — in
other words, they belonged to the Supreme One. Was it really alright to expend
them without permission?
She could not come up with an answer no matter how hard she thought.
●
He had the soldiers wait outside, while he brought Stefan and Succulent
inside. Both of them were visibly shocked when they saw Solution.
Their faces said that they had not expected to see such a beautiful woman.
Stefan’s expression slowly turned lewd, his eyes roving between her face and her
ample bosom. There was a dark look of lust in his eyes. In contrast, Succulent’s
face gradually tightened up, unwilling to relax.
It was clear which of them was more worthy of caution. Sebas bade them take
a seat on the sofa opposite Solution.
Solution, who was already seated, exchanged names with Stefan and
Succulent, who were just settling in.
“Then, what is the matter?”
Solution’s question brought an exaggerated cough from Stefan, and he said:
“A certain establishment reported that someone had taken away one of their
workers. At the same time, I heard that the person responsible had paid a great
deal of dirty money to another worker. Our country prohibits the trafficking of
slaves… doesn’t that sound like breaking the law to you?”
Stefan’s voice grew steadily more excited and harsher, but Solution’s response
was a thoroughly disinterested:
“Oh, really…?”
Her tone nearly made the two of them roll their eyes. They were clearly trying
to intimidate her, but they had not expected a response like that from her.
“Sebas will handle all the troublesome bits. Sebas, I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“Is, is that alright? If things go poorly, you might become a criminal.”
“Ooooh, I’m soooo scared. Inform me when I’m about to become a criminal,
Sebas.”
Solution smiled widely to them as she rose.
“Have fun, everyone.”
Nobody could stop her as she left. In that instant, they realized exactly how
powerful a beautiful woman’s smile could be.
Before the door’s latch could slide home, they could hear gasps of surprise as
the soldiers outside were startled by Solution’s good looks.
“—Then I shall hear you two gentlemen out on the Young Mistress’ behalf.”
Sebas took a seat before them with a smile. Stefan shrank back as he saw his
smile, but Succulent decided to speak up on his behalf to help retain control of
the situation.
“Just as well. I’ll tell you then, Sebas-san. As Havish-san told you at the door,
one of the people at our… establishment has gone missing. We questioned a man,
and he said that he had handed her over for money. I thought; was this not slave
trafficking, which is forbidden in the Kingdom? I was unwilling to believe that
one of our employees could actually do such a thing, but I had no choice but to
report it.”
“Indeed. We cannot condone the filthy slave trade!”
Stefan slammed the table.
“For that reason, dear Succulent here has reported this case even at the risk
of staining his business’ reputation! What a model citizen he is!”
Succulent nodded in thanks as Stefan spluttered his lines.
“Thank you, Havish-sama.”
What kind of farce is this, Sebas thought. Meanwhile, his mind worked. The two
of them were clearly in cahoots. That being the case, it was almost certain that
they had taken ample precautions before launching their campaign. That being
the case, his defeat was certain. Still, he had to minimize his losses, but how?
Turning that around, what were the conditions for Sebas’ victory?
As a butler of Nazarick, Sebas’ win condition was eliminating the problem and
not letting things pile up. Protecting Tsuare was definitely not part of that.
However—
“I believe the man who claims to have taken the money may have borne false
witness. Where is he now?”
“He was arrested on suspicion of slave-trading and is in custody now. After
questioning him, we managed to learn—”
“—The identity of the person who bought our employee, who would be you,
Sebas-san.”
The man had probably sung like a canary when he was captured. He had most
likely been squeezed for information useful to them under questioning.
Sebas pondered whether he should act dumb, lie, or deliver a stern and
upright rebuttal.
What if he said she was not in the house? What if he said she were dead?
Numerous lines popped into his head, but none of them sounded like they
would work, and the opposition would probably not give up easily. It would be
better for him to ask what he needed to know.
“Still, what led the two of you to me? What proof do you have?”
That was what baffled Sebas. He had not left any trace of his name or identity.
They should not have been able to find any evidence pointing to him. However,
the two of them were here. How had they found him? He was always very careful
during his excursions and wary of being followed. He did not think anyone in
this city could follow him without being spotted.
“It was the scroll.”
A stroke of light flashed across Sebas’ mind.
—The scroll he had bought in the Magician’s Guild.
The workmanship of that scroll was exquisite, and it was certainly no ordinary
scrap of parchment. Anyone who could recognize a scroll like that would be able
to tell that it was purchased from the Magician’s Guild. After asking around, they
would find clues, and a man in a butler’s uniform carrying a scroll would be quite
prominent.
Still, that alone would not prove that Tsuare was here. He could also insist
that there was someone else who happened to look like him.
However, he would be in trouble if they said they were going to search the
house. Indeed, they would discover that only three people lived in this home,
including Tsuare.
That being the case all he could do was come clean. Sebas decided to leave his
fate to the gods.
“…I did take her away. That is a fact. However, she was heavily wounded at
that time, and I was forced to do so because I feared her life would be in danger.”
“In other words, you admit to buying her.”
“May I speak to that man you mentioned?”
“Unfortunately, we cannot allow that. Things would be bad if you were
allowed to match up your stories.”
“You could always—”
Listen in while we were talking. Sebas wanted to say that, but he shut his mouth.
In the end, they had planned the whole thing out. Even if he did find that man,
it was not likely that the situation could be made to favor him. Continuing with
this approach was only a waste of time.
“…Before we go into that, do you not that think that allowing her to sustain
such severe injuries while working is more problematic in the eyes of the nation?
Are there not laws against that too?”
“Conditions in our establishment are harsher than most. Injury is
unavoidable. Consider that working in mines and the like also includes the risk
of occupational hazards. It’s the same thing.”
“…I doubt they are the same thing.”
“Hahaha. We’re in the service industry. You meet all sorts of clients there. We
do pay attention, you know. Alright, I get your point. We’ll be more careful next
time… yes, a little more careful.”
“…Just a little?”
“Ah, yes. Worrying too much about details costs money, you know. Causes
problems too.”
Succulent sneered at Sebas’ question.
In turn, Sebas smiled.
“—Alright, that’s enough.”
Stefan sighed. His attitude was one that he used when dealing with fools.
“My duty is to verify that slave trafficking was going on. Employee welfare is
another matter entirely. All I can say is that it has no bearing on the case.”
“…Then, can you tell me who are the people who specialize in problems like
these?”
“…Hm, I’d like to tell you, but there are some difficulties in doing so.
Regretfully, sticking one’s nose into others’ business will only earn you
resentment.”
“…Then, please wait until I find the relevant people first.”
Stefan grinned evilly, as though to say, “I was waiting for you to say that.”
Succulent had the same sort of look as him.
“…Ah, I would like to wait for that, but the business has already filed a case,
so I must arrest you and begin investigations. It’s out of my hands.”
In other words, he was out of time.
“Given the situation and the circumstantial evidence, you’re clearly guilty, but
the plaintiff has said that they’re willing to go easy on you. Compensation will
be needed to smooth things over, of course, and destroying the documentation
related to the slave-trading offense will also require a bit of money.”
“What exactly do you mean by smoothing things over?”
“Well now. We’d like you to return our employee, and make up for the loss of
income incurred while you were holding on to her.”
“I see. And how much is that?”
“In gold coins… well. Ah, I’ll give you a discount. 100 gold coins.
Compensation will run you another 300 gold coins, so a total of 400 seems fair,
don’t you think?”
“…That is quite a sum. How did you arrive at that figure? How much does she
make a day and how exactly is it tallied up?”
“Hang, hang on a bit,” Stefan interrupted. “That’s not all, Succulent-san.”
“Ah, I almost forgot. Since I’ve already made a report, you’ll need to pay to
destroy that as well, even if you settle the matter with us under the table.”
“That’s right. How could I have forgotten, friend Succulent?”
Stefan smiled wickedly once more.
“…yet?”
“Hm?”
“No, it’s nothing,” Sebas quietly said as he smiled.
“Hm, forgive me, Havish-sama,” Succulent bowed to Stefan.
“Destroying the documents costs a third of the compensation fees, so that’ll
be 100 gold coins. That’s a total of 500 gold coins, I believe.”
“Does the money I paid when bringing her here count against that?”
“How could that be? Listen, mister. When you reach an accord with the other
side, that means you didn’t buy a slave. In other words, the expenses of buying
that slave are written off. Just imagine that you lost the money somewhere.”
To think they would actually expect Sebas to assume he had lost 100 gold
coins. In all likelihood, most of it had already found its way into their pockets.
“…However, her injuries are not yet fully recovered. If the two of you take her
away now, her wounds might reopen. And if she does not receive the proper
treatment, she might well lose her life. I believe it would be better for her to stay
with me and receive care here. What do you think?”
Succulent’s eyes gleamed in a bizarre way.
When he noticed this, Sebas realized the depths of his mistake. He had
allowed them to realize how much Tsuare meant to him.
“I see, I see. You do have a point. Her death notwithstanding, we’ll need you
to pay for the money which would have been spent on her. While she’s
recovering, how about letting us have some fun with the lady of the house?”
“Ohhh! That makes a lot of sense. If you make a hole, you have to fill it!”
There was visible lust in Stefan’s full-faced smile. He was surely imagining the
act of stripping Solution naked.
The smile faded off Sebas’ face, and it turned impassive.
Succulent was probably not serious, but he would probably press the attack if
he showed any weakness. Thanks to him exposing his attachment to Tsuare, the
possibility still existed that the situation might deteriorate further.
“…Aren’t you afraid of your desires getting you in trouble?”
“How dare you talk to me like that?!”
Stefan’s face was bright red as he shouted.
Sounds like slaughtering a pig, Sebas thought. He stared at Stefan without a
single word.
“What do you mean by my desires? All this is to uphold the law passed by the
glorious will of Princess Renner! How dare you call it base desire! Show some
respect!”
“Yes, yes, don’t get worked up, Havish-sama.”
Once Succulent cut in, Stefan calmed down immediately. His anger had faded
too soon, a sign that this was merely a scare tactic and not genuine anger.
What terrible acting, Sebas mused.
“But I say, Succulent-san…”
“Havish-sama, we’ve said everything we came here to say. I was thinking
about coming back the day after to see what he thinks. Is that alright with you,
Sebas-san?”
“Very well.”
With that, Sebas brought everyone to the main door. As he sent them off,
Succulent — who had stayed until the end — smiled to Sebas, and left him with
these words.
“Still, I have to thank that slut. To think a piece of trash could actually turn
out to be a goose that lays golden eggs.”
With that, the door closed with a thud.
Sebas glared at them, as though the door were transparent. There was no
particular expression on Sebas’ face. He looked as calm as always. However,
there was a distinct emotion in his eyes.
That emotion was anger.
—No, the word “anger” was far too mild to describe how he felt.
“Furious” and “wrathful”; those words would be more suitable.
Succulent’s parting shot was honest, flung at him because he was certain that
Sebas was at his wits’ end and had nowhere to turn — that his victory was
assured.
“Solution, you can come out now, no?”
Solution oozed out of the shadows in response to Sebas’ voice. She had
melded into the shadows with abilities from the assassin-type classes she had
taken.
“Did you hear all that?”
Sebas had only asked as a formality. Naturally, Solution nodded to say, “of
course.”
“What do you plan to do now, Sebas-sama?”
Sebas could not answer that question immediately. As she saw that, Solution
glared coldly at him.
“…What about handing that human over to them?”
“I do not feel that will solve the problem.”
“…Is that so?”
“If I expose a weakness, they will seek to capitalize on it until they suck us
dry. That’s the kind of people they are. I do not think handing Tsuare to them
will solve the problem. More to the point, the real problem is how much they
learned while investigating us. We entered the Royal Capital as traders, but if
they look too closely, they’ll see through it — through our disguise.
“Then, what do you intend to do?”
“I do not know. I wish to take a walk outside and think.”
Sebas opened the door and headed outside.
Sebas narrowed his eyes as he studied Climb. There was a stern look on his
face, as though he were trying to decipher the compressed subtleties of Climb’s
simple reply.
Then, he nodded.
“After hearing your answer, I have decided how to train you.”
Just as Climb was about to offer his thanks, Sebas’ outstretched hand stopped
him.
“However — and I pray you will forgive my bluntness — you have no talent.
Proper training will take a very long time. However, I do not have that time. I
wish to train you in a way that will show results quickly, but it will be an…
arduous process.”
Climb gulped again.
The look in Sebas’ eyes sent a chill down Climb’s spine.
Those eyes were filled with unbelievable power, exceeding the spiritual
pressure which Gazef exerted when serious. Thus, he could not respond right
away.
“Frankly speaking, you might die.”
He was not joking.
Climb’s instincts told him that much. Climb did not fear death, but he wanted
to die for Renner. He did not want to throw his life away for a selfish reason.
He was not a coward… no, perhaps he might be very craven.
Climb gulped once more, and froze. Silence filled the surroundings for a
while, and he could even hear the clamor from the distance.
“Whether or not you die depends on your attitude… if there is something
important to you, something which makes you want to live, even if it is only to
scrabble along the ground, then it ought to be fine.”
Was he not going to teach him martial arts? That question surfaced in Climb’s
mind, but that was not the question now. He pondered the meaning of Sebas’
words, made sure he understood it, and then gave his response.
“I am prepared for it. I leave the rest to you.”
“Do you believe you will die?”
Climb shook his head. He did not.
That was because Climb would forever have his reason, one which would keep
him clinging to life even if he had to do so by crawling like a worm.
Sebas looked into Climb’s eyes, as though divining his intentions through
them. Then he nodded heavily.
“I understand. Then, we shall begin here.”
“Right here?”
“Yes. It will be quick. A few minutes will do. Please draw your sword.”
What’s he going to do?
Climb drew his sword as asked. His heart was a blend of uneasiness and
confusion about the unknown, with faint underpinnings of curiosity and
expectation.
The sound of the sword leaving its sheath echoed through the cramped alley.
Climb braced his weapon in a middle stance, and Sebas’ eyes were fixed on
him.
“Here I come. Please try and remain conscious.”
And in the next moment —
—It felt as though icy razors had exploded forth in all directions from Sebas.
Climb could no longer speak.
Sebas now stood at the heart of a vortex of murderous intent.
This bloodlust felt like it could crush Climb’s heart in an instant, and it
seemed almost visible as it washed over him like a tsunami. Somewhere in the
distance, he could hear the scream of a soul being pulverized. It felt close to his
side, yet far away, and perhaps the voice might even have been his own.
As the obsidian flow of killing intent swept him away, Climb felt his
consciousness slowly bleaching away into whiteness. This overwhelming terror
made his body want to abandon his mind, which was carried away by the wave
that swamped him.
“…Is that all a ‘man’ is? That was only a warm-up.”
Sebas’ disappointed voice seemed abnormally loud through the depths of
Climb’s fading consciousness.
The meaning of those words pierced Climb deeper than any blade. It even
made him forget the fear before him for a moment.
His heart pounded heavily in his chest.
“Huuuuuuuuuhhhhh!” Climb gasped.
He was terrified. He wanted to run. But he fought the urge to do so, even as
the tears streamed down his cheeks. His hands trembled as they gripped his
sword, and the point of his sword danced around like a demented bumblebee.
His chain shirt made rustling noises from his full-body tremors.
Even so, Climb clenched his chattering teeth and tried to bear up against the
mortal terror which came from Sebas.
Sebas laughed at the pathetic sight before him. Then he brought his right hand
before his eyes and slowly clenched it into a fist. In the blink of an eye, the fist
in front of him was as round as a ball.
He then pulled that fist back, like he was drawing a bow.
Climb understood what was going to happen, and shook his head. Of course,
Sebas paid his response no heed.
“Now then… prepare to die.”
Sebas’ fist ripped through the air with a whoosh, like a fully drawn arrow being
loosed.
—It was instant death.
As time seemed to slow to a crawl, Climb’s instincts spoke to him. The image
of his certain death dominated his mind, like a massive wrecking ball that was
far larger than himself, approaching at incredible speeds. Even if he raised his
sword to block, that fist would surely smash it easily.
His body was frozen. It had gone stiff from tension.
—He could not escape the death before him.
Climb’s resignation to his fate filled him with anger.
If he could not die for Renner, then why had he not died back then? He should
have frozen to death in the rain and shuffled off the mortal coil by himself.
Renner’s beautiful smile appeared before him.
It was said that on the brink of death, people would see their lives flash before
their eyes like a zoetrope. The common opinion the brain was desperately
searching through its past records for a way to escape its current predicament.
However, it was somewhat laughable that the last thing Climb would see was the
smile of his beloved princess.
Indeed, Climb saw Renner as she smiled.
When she had saved him, the young Renner had not smiled. When had she
started smiling upon him?
He could not remember. However, he vividly remembered Renner’s timid
smile from back then.
How would she react if she learned that Climb had died? Would that smile
darken, like the clouds obscuring the sun?
—Are you kidding me?!
A blaze of anger roared up within Climb’s heart.
She had picked up the life of his that had been thrown away along the roadside.
That would mean his life was no longer his own. He lived for Renner… to grant
her joy, however minuscule it might be—
Isn’t there any way I can get out of this—!
The exploding passion within him burst the chains of fear that held him
prisoner.
His hands could move.
His legs could move.
The eyes that sought only to be closed slowly opened, desperately seeking the
image of the fist which was streaking in at him.
His senses were pushed to their very limit, to the point where he could even
sense the faint movements of particles in the air.
There was a phenomenon called an “adrenaline rush,” where the brains of
people in extreme duress would release the limits on their physical bodies,
allowing for a burst of incredible power.
At the same time, the brain would secrete vast quantities of hormones and the
mind’s full capacity would be focused on survival. The brain would compute vast
quantities of information to find the best possible way to live on.
In that moment, Climb had stepped into the realm of a first-rate warrior. Yet,
the speed of Sebas’ attack was beyond even that lofty domain. Perhaps it was too
late to dodge Sebas’ fist. Perhaps it had always been too late. Even so, he still
had to move. He could not give up here.
As time slowed to a crawl, Climb saw that his own movements were as slow
as molasses. But still, he turned himself, trying to move.
And then—
Sebas’ fist roared past Climb’s face, with the sound of thunder. The gale which
followed clipped off several strands of Climb’s hair.
A calm voice filtered into his ears.
“Congratulations. How does it feel to conquer the fear of death?”
“……”
Climb stood there dumbly, unable to understand his meaning.
“How was it like to face death? How was it like to surpass it?”
Climb breathed heavily, looking at Sebas like his soul had been stolen away.
There was no hostility around Sebas, as though it had been nothing more than a
lie. He relaxed as he began to realize Sebas’ intent.
Climb collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut, as though he had
been supported by the murderous intent from just now.
He fell on all fours in the alley, hungrily gasping fresh air into his lungs.
“…Fortunately you did not die from shock. These things happen when one is
so certain of one’s death that one gives up the will to live.”
There was a bitter taste in the depths of Climb’s throat. He was certain that
it was the taste of death.
“If you repeat this a few more times, I am sure you will be able to overcome
ordinary fear. However, one thing you must know is that fear triggers the
survival instinct. If you are numbed to that sense, then you will be unable to feel
even clear and present danger. You must be able to clearly tell when a true threat
approaches.”
“…For-forgive me for prying, but what kind of man are you?” Climb groaned
from his place on the ground.
“What do you mean?”
“That, that killing intent was not normal. What exactly…”
“I am simply an old man who has some confidence in his skills. For now.”
Climb could not tear his eyes away from Sebas’ face. What seemed to be a
congenial smile also looked like a savage grin from one of absolute power; one
who far surpassed Gazef.
He was probably a being who was greater than Gazef, himself the mightiest
warrior of the surrounding nations.
—Climb willed his curiosity to be satisfied. He felt it would be best not to
continue prying into that mystery.
Even so, where had the old gentleman Sebas come from? That was the sole
question that burned within his heart. He even wondered, Could he be one of the
Thirteen Heroes?
“Then, let us try again—”
“—Wait! Please wait! I have something to ask you two.”
The voice of a frightened man interrupted Sebas from behind.
4
Three hits.
Sebas stepped into range of the three men, who could not even react to him,
much less defend themselves. Then he punched three times and the battle was
over.
But of course. Sebas occupied the pinnacle of Nazarick’s combat power. He
could deal with assassins of that caliber with only the tip of his little finger.
The men keeled over, collapsing limply to the ground like cuttlefish. Sebas
turned away from them and looked at the battle behind him.
Brain had overwhelmed his foe from start to finish, which put him at ease.
The assassin facing him seemed to be looking for a chance to flee, but Brain
did not let him off. In fact he even looked like he was toying with his opponent…
no, that was not playing with him. Sebas sensed that Brain was running through
his repertoire of moves to re-hone his rusty skills.
Right, I think I heard him say something about a “time spent idle.” Also, he seems to
be worried about Climb-kun. Thus he’s not fighting in earnest so he can come to his aid
at any time. He seems like quite a nice fellow.
Sebas turned his attention from Brain to Climb.
Hm, he ought to be alright.
The battle went back and forth. The fact his opponent used poison made him
a little uneasy, but there did not seem to be a need to rescue him right away. He
felt uncomfortable about involving an outsider — particularly one whom he
favored — in his own matters, but—
If he hadn’t said he wanted to become stronger, I’d have gone to assist him. A fight
for one’s life is very good practice. I’ll help him if he’s in danger.
Sebas stroked his beard and observed Climb as he fought.
Climb blocked a thrust with his blade.
A trickle of cold sweat flowed down his back. It had almost hit his armor. A
hint of disappointment flashed across the cruel face of the man he was fighting.
Climb stabbed forward, measuring the distance between the two of them. He
noted that his foe was slowly backing off, and he did not want to let the man get
away.
Climb’s usual fighting style was to defend with the shield and simultaneously
attack with the sword. Being forced to fight with only his sword was a tortuous
experience. The poisoned blade also made him very nervous. Mailbreakers were
weapons specialized for thrusting attacks, so he knew he only had to worry about
thrusts. Even so, the fact that he could not allow himself to be so much as grazed
by the weapon made his movements stiff.
He calmed his breathing, which had been thrown into disarray by his physical
and mental fatigue.
The other guy’s the same too. I’m not the only one who’s tired.
His foe’s forehead was covered in sweat. The man used his agility to make a
mockery of his foe, which was a truly assassin-like way of fighting. Thus,
wounding any of his limbs would make him lose the advantage and upset the
balance of fighting power.
The battle would be decided in one hit.
This was the source of both parties’ tension. Granted, all evenly matched
battles were like that, but it was that much more obvious in this fight.
“Huuuh!”
With a sharp expulsion of breath, Climb swung at his foe. The swing moved
slowly and he did not put much force into it. That was because he would leave
himself wide open if he went for a full swing and his opponent dodged.
The assassin easily dodged it and reached into his breast pocket. Climb
observed the upcoming attack and kept an eye on the assassin’s hand.
A dagger flew forth and Climb cut it out of the air with his sword.
He had been lucky. He had managed to deflect it since he was paying
attention.
However he could not breathe easy just yet. The assassin had already lowered
his stance and slid into attack range.
This is bad!
His spine turned to ice.
He could not block the follow-up hit. He had swung too hard when deflecting
the thrown dagger out of fear. His sword was now hanging out of position in
mid-air, and it was too late for him to turn it back to intercept his foe. He
thought to evade, but the assassin’s agility was superior to his own.
There was nothing else to be done. Maybe he could use his arm as a shield—
Just as he resolved himself, the incoming assassin clutched his face and
stumbled backwards.
It would seem a bean-sized pebble had struck the assassin just above the left
eye. Climb’s perceptions, heightened by the dangerous situation, confirmed that
fact.
He knew who had thrown it even without looking back. Sebas’ voice from
behind him was the best proof of that.
“Fear is an important emotion. But you cannot be ruled by fear. I have been
watching you fight from just now, and I feel that your fighting style is too plain
and conservative. If your foe had been willing to sacrifice one arm, you would
assuredly be dead. If your physical abilities are inferior to your opponent, then
you must defeat them with your spirit. The strength of one’s will can sometimes
surpass the weakness of one’s flesh.”
Climb answered “yes” in his heart, and he was quite surprised to find himself
much more relaxed. He did not feel like he could depend on someone else to
watch him, but he was relieved that someone else was watching him.
Of course, his fear of death was not completely gone, but even so—
“If… if I die, please tell Renner-sama… her Highness… about my glorious
battle.”
He expelled a long breath, and then silently brought his sword up into a ready
stance.
Climb sensed a gleam in the assassin’s eyes that was different from just now.
It had only been a short while, but he felt like he had connected with the
assassin’s spirit on some level during this life or death struggle.
The assassin sensed that Climb was prepared for death, and he seemed to have
placed his life on the line as well.
He stepped forward, without saying a word, of course, and closed the distance
in a single move.
After verifying the assassin was within his attack range, Climb brought his
sword down in a scything chop. At that moment, the assassin leapt back. It would
seem the other man had gotten the measure of Climb’s swings and had used
himself as bait to make a feint at Climb.
However, the assassin had forgotten one thing.
Perhaps he might have grasped the speed of Climb’s. However, he did not
know this move. Climb had the utmost confidence in this downward strike of
his. It was faster than all his other moves, and more forceful.
The chop at the shoulder was stopped by the chain shirt and so it did not
cleave the man bodily in two. However, it easily broke his clavicle and crushed
his flesh along with his shoulder blade.
The assassin collapsed heavily to the ground. He was drooling from the
intense pain and howling in agony.
“Magnificent.”
Sebas appeared behind him and casually stomped on the assassin’s belly.
With that, the assassin fell silent, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
He must have fainted.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that Brain had already finished off his
assassin. He waved casually to Climb to celebrate his victory.
“Then, I shall begin the interrogation. If you have any questions, feel free to
ask.”
Sebas brought over one of the men and slapped him awake. The man regained
consciousness with a shudder, and Sebas placed his hand on the man’s head.
Sebas had not used much force but within two seconds the man’s head lolled
back, then snapped back to its original position like a pendulum.
The man’s eyes were now unfocused, like he was drunk.
Sebas began asking questions. The assassin, a man of a traditionally tight-
lipped profession, sang like a canary. Faced with this bizarre sight, Climb asked
Sebas: “What did you do to him?”
“This is a skill called the [Puppeteer’s Palm]… fortunately, it looks like it
worked.”
Climb had never heard that technique before, but he frowned at what the man
was saying.
They were assassins trained by Six Arms, the strongest combatants of Eight
Fingers. They had apparently followed Sebas in order to kill him. Brain asked
Climb:
“…I don’t know much about them, but Eight Fingers ought to be a major crime
syndicate, right? I think they have connections with some mercenaries…”
“Yes, and Six Arms are the scariest of them all. Six Arms refers to the six
fighters who make up the organization’s strongest fighting force. I heard that
each of them can rival an adamantite-ranked adventurer. However, I’m not sure
exactly who those six people are, since I’m not too clear on the details of their
organization.”
The man went on to say that Succulent, the one who had visited Sebas’ house,
was a member of Six Arms, known as the “Phantom Devil.” His plan was
apparently to eliminate Sebas and do as he pleased with the young lady of the
house.
As he heard this, Climb felt a chill wind blow over him. The source of that cold
was Sebas.
Sebas slowly rose, and Brain addressed him.
“What do you plan to do next, Sebas-sama?”
“I have decided. First, I will destroy that troublesome place. Besides, it would
seem that Succulent is there as well, according to this man. It is best to stamp
out fires before they can grow.”
Brain and Climb both inhaled sharply at that casual answer.
The fact that he had declared his intention to fight his way into the enemy
headquarters indicated that he was confident of defeating an adamantite-ranked
adventurer — in other words, a man whose fighting power was at the zenith of
human achievement.
However, neither of them was surprised.
He could defeat three skilled assassins in the blink of an eye and even the renowned
Unglaus-sama showed deference to him. What sort of man is Sebas-sama? Could he be
a retired adamantite-ranked adventurer?
“…Also, I hear that there are other captives in there. It would be best to move
quickly.”
“That makes sense. If the assassins do not return, it will arouse suspicion. We
will not be able to save the captives if they are moved elsewhere.”
Sebas was in a situation where time was not on his side, but on the enemy’s.
“Then I shall be heading there presently. I apologize, but I am set in my
course. Can I trouble the two of you to drag these assassins to the nearest guard
post?”
“Please wait, Sebas-sama! If you don’t mind, could you let me… could you let
this one lend you a hand? Of course, that is only if you are willing.”
“Me too. Protecting the peace of the Royal Capital is my duty as Renner-
sama’s loyal servant. If the Kingdom’s citizens are being oppressed, this sword
of mine shall hasten to their aid.”
“…I don’t think Unglaus-kun will have a problem, but it might be a bit
dangerous for you.”
“I understand that.”
“Climb-kun… I guess Sebas-sama thinks you might get in the way, no?
Although, I’m probably the same as you in his eyes.”
“No, no, that was not what I meant. I was simply worried about you. I hope
you understand that I cannot protect you like I did just now.”
“I am prepared for that.”
“…What I am doing next might not win honor for you or your mistress, you
know? I feel that there will be other chances for you to stake your life in battle,
do you not think so?”
“If I watch mutely from the side because things are dangerous, that’ll only
prove that I am a man who does not deserve to serve his mistress. Just as my
mistress saved the common folk, I too wish to do everything I can to lend a
helping hand to those who are in dire straits.”
Just like how she reached her hand out to me—
Sebas and Brain looked at each other. Perhaps they had sensed his iron
determination.
“…Are you prepared for this?” Sebas asked.
Climb nodded.
“I understand. That being the case, there is nothing else to be said. I hope the
two of you will lend me a hand.”
Chapter 5 Extinguished Embers, Flying Sparks
Chapter 5 | Extinguished Embers, Flying Sparks
“Now then, destroying this place in one go ought to buy some time.”
Sebas felt that wrecking this brothel ought to put a stop to their interference
with his life. If things went well and he managed to obtain secret documents or
the like, they might end up too busy dealing with the fallout to bother about
Tsuare at all.
However badly things went, he could give Tsuare a chance to escape as long
as he managed to buy some time. And who knew, he might be able to find a better
solution.
“There was a merchant in E-Rantel who approached me for a cordial chat. I
wonder if he could help?”
Tsuare would still need someone trustworthy to aid her even if she managed
to pull herself together. That was the only way she would have a better life.
Sebas turned to face the heavy steel door once more. He remembered that day
when Tsuare had been dumped here as he touched the door’s surface. It was
made of wood sheathed in metal plates, making it both thick and heavy. It was
immediately apparent that an ordinary human being would have a lot of trouble
breaking this door down without tools.
“I wonder if Climb-kun is alright.”
He was not worried about the man called Brain Unglaus. Even if he crossed
blades with Succulent, he probably would not lose. However, Climb was a
different matter. There was no way that Climb could beat Succulent.
It had been Sebas’ idea to storm the brothel, so as one volunteering his
assistance, Climb should have been prepared for his own death. However, Sebas
could not help but think that the young, compassionate man who only wanted
to help would end up losing his life for nothing.
“I wish young men like him could live longer…”
Those words were characteristic of a senior citizen. However, Sebas had been
made in the form of an old man. He was technically younger than Climb, if one
counted from their moment of genesis until right now.
“It would be best if I took down Succulent by myself. That would be the most
ideal course of events. I hope they don’t run into him.”
Sebas prayed to the 41 Supreme Beings for Climb’s safety.
If Succulent was the strongest fighter here, it was very likely he would be
pitted against Sebas. However, if he were a bodyguard, he might be assigned to
escort his charge to safety.
Feeling a little anxious, Sebas grabbed the door’s handle and turned.
It stopped halfway through its turn. Naturally, the door to an underground
enterprise like this would be locked.
“I am not adept at opening locks. However… it can’t be helped. I’ll do it my
way,” Sebas muttered to himself in frustration. Then he lowered himself and
folded his right hand into a knife-hand, moving his left hand forward as he took
a stance. Said stance was immaculate, as stable as the mountains and as
picturesque as a thousand-year-old cedar tree.
“Yeeart!”
What followed next was an unbelievable sight.
His arm sank into the metal door, at the hinge. No, the arm was still making
grinding noises as it bored its way into the door.
The hinges shrieked as they were torn from the wall.
Sebas opened the unresisting door.
“What… the hell…?”
Inside was a passage which ended at a pair of double doors. In front of that
stood a bearded powerhouse of a man. His mouth was open and he had a
retarded look on his face.
“The door was rusty, so I had to use a bit of force to open it. You should
probably oil the hinges.”
Saying so, Sebas closed the door. No, it would be more accurate to say that he
leaned the door against the frame.
While the man was still frozen in shock, Sebas stepped inside without any
hesitation whatsoever.
“—Oi, what was that?”
“The hell was that noise?!”
More male voices came from behind the first one.
However, the man facing Sebas did not bother about them. Instead, he
addressed Sebas:
“…Er… W-welcome?”
Completely baffled, the man stood stock still as Sebas walked up to him. The
people working here were used to violence. However, the scene before him far
exceeded what he had encountered in his accumulated experiences.
The man smiled to Sebas in an ingratiating manner, ignoring the shouted
queries of his colleagues from behind him. His survival instinct told him that the
best choice here was to get into Sebas’ good graces. Or no; perhaps he had
reacted like this because he had deceived himself into thinking Sebas was the
butler of one of the customers here.
The sight of a big, bearded man trying to keep a twitching smile on his face
was quite hard to bear.
Sebas smiled back at him. That smile was gentle and compassionate. Yet,
there was no trace of goodwill in his eyes. It was more like a deadly, entrancing
gleam of light playing along a razor-sharp sword’s edge.
“Could I trouble you to let me pass?”
Thump. Or rather, it was more of a splat. A nauseating sound echoed
throughout the interior.
He was a muscular man in armor. He weighed 85 kilograms at the very least.
He now spun through the air like some kind of joke, flying to the side at speeds
invisible to the naked eye. His body savagely impacted the nearby wall with a wet
splattering sound.
The entire building shook violently, as though a giant’s fist had struck it.
“…Oh dear. I should have killed him deeper inside. That way he’d have made
a better barricade… ah well. There’s more coming anyway, so I just need to be
more careful afterward.”
After admonishing himself to go easier next time, Sebas walked past the
corpse and headed within.
He flung the doors open and entered the room beyond. It was an exquisitely
furnished viewing room. It felt more like he was walking through an empty
house than invading an enemy base.
There were two men within.
Their eyes goggled open and their jaws dropped as they looked behind Sebas,
at the enormous blood splatter that had painted the entire wall red.
The smell of cheap alcohol hung in the air — a scent which one would never
find in Nazarick. It blended immediately with the stench of fresh blood, viscera
and internal wastes, brewing up a revolting odor.
Sebas went over the information he had obtained from Tsuare and the
assassin, then tried to figure out the building’s structure. Her memories were
spotty and she had not recalled anything important, but she had told Sebas that
the actual establishment was located underground. The assassin had not gone
underground himself, so his information would be no good after this.
He looked to the ground. However, the trapdoor leading underground was
cunningly concealed, and Sebas could not find it.
Still, if he could not find it, then all he had to do was ask someone who knew
where it was.
“Excuse me. I’d like to ask you a question…”
“Aiiiiieee!”
The man he addressed immediately responded with a hoarse scream. It would
seem that he had no intention of putting up a fight.
That relieved Sebas. Whenever he thought of Tsuare, he could not control his
fists, and he would slay his opposition in a single blow.
Since he had no intention to fight, breaking both his legs ought to be enough.
The terrified man backed away from Sebas, trembling against the wall as he
did. Sebas looked dispassionately on the man’s shameful display, and smiled
thinly with his mouth alone.
“Aiiiiiiieeeee!”
That frightened the man even more. The stench of ammonia filled the room.
It would seem he had scared the man too badly. Sebas wrinkled his brow.
The other man had collapsed to the ground. His eyes had rolled up in his skull
so all that could be seen were the whites. Apparently the extreme pressure had
been too much for him, and he had passed out. The other man looked on him in
envy.
“Ah… Like I was saying, I’d like to ask you a question. It’s like this — I would
like to go underground. Could you tell me how to get there?”
“…That, that’s…”
The man was too afraid to betray his organization. Sebas could see the fear in
his eyes. Much like those assassins, this man seemed to be afraid of reprisals
from his organization. Sebas recalled the man he had met that night and how he
had run away with Sebas’ money. The retribution in question was probably
synonymous with “death.”
The man was still hesitating over whether or not to speak when Sebas cut
through his reluctance with his next words.
“There are two people who can speak here. I don’t necessarily have to ask you,
you know?”
The man’s forehead broke out in oily sweat, and his back shuddered.
“Th-th-here! Over there! There’s a hidden door there!”
“Over there, hm.”
Sebas looked where the man had indicated. At a closer look, there was a tiny
crevice in the ground, separating part of the floor from the rest.
“I see. Thank you. Your usefulness to me is now at an end.”
Sebas smiled, and the man realized would happen to him after those words.
His face turned gray and he trembled uncontrollably. Still, he clung to a faint
hope and cried:
“Please, please don’t, don’t kill me!”
“No.”
Sebas’ prompt answer froze the room solid. The man’s eyes went wide, in the
way humans did when they were trying to reject a reality they did not want to
believe.
“But I told you, didn’t I? Please, I’ll do anything, just spare me!”
“Indeed you did. However…”
Sebas sighed deeply.
“I cannot.”
“Are… are you kidding me?”
“You can take it as a jest if you wish. However, the outcome will still be the
same, no?”
“…Oh… god…”
Sebas recalled the tragic state of Tsuare when he had rescued her, and he
narrowed his eyes.
What right did villains have to beg the gods for aid? More to the point, Sebas’
gods were the 41 Supreme Beings. The man’s plea was like an insult to them.
“You reap what you sow.”
Those words, as cold and hard as steel, slashed through all hope and made the
man painfully aware of his own demise.
Would he choose to fight, or would he choose flight? Given only an instant to
decide, the man chose immediately — he chose flight.
He would meet an unspeakable fate if he dared fight Sebas. That much went
without saying. In that case, he might as well flee. Doing so would grant him a
faint possibility of survival.
He was correct to think that way.
By doing so, he had prolonged his life by a few seconds… or rather, a few tenths
of a second.
The man ran towards the door. Sebas caught up with him in an instant, and
his body whirled. A swift wind blew across the man’s head, and his body
collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. A ball hit the wall and slid to
the ground, trailing blood in its wake.
A moment later, the man’s headless body spewed a geyser of blood from its
neck, covering the ground in gore.
That technique was nigh-unto divine. Just the feat of decapitating someone
with a roundhouse kick would have required incredible strength and speed, but
the most impressive thing was that Sebas’ shoes had not been stained at all.
Sebas’ leather shoes padded across the ground to the other, unconscious man.
He raised his leg and stamped, hard. There was a sound like dry branches
breaking. The man twitched several times, and then his body went still.
“…When you look back on everything you have done so far, is this fate not to
be expected? Still, be at ease. Your bodies will be used to make some small
amends for your sins.”
Sebas reached for the corpses.
His plan was to mutilate the cadavers and arrange them on the steps as a
warning to frighten anyone who intended to flee via the stairs and leave them
unable to advance or retreat. Sebas did so since he could not wreck the exit.
After arranging the collected corpses, Sebas walked towards the hidden door
in the floor.
First, there was the sound of metal components breaking. Then, there was a
large hole in the ground. The smashed door slid down the stairs below with a
resonant crash.
“I see… if I destroy this staircase, they should not be able to escape through
here.
There was a thrumming sound as the blade cleaved down from above, and
then there was a high-pitched clash of metal.
The only reason Succulent could block the boy’s strike was because his
movements were slowed from being on the verge of death.
A rill of cold sweat ran down Succulent’s face.
His foe was dying. Succulent had been distracted by that fact, and his
darkened eyes went wide.
Succulent was a fencer, and he had trained for countless hours to evade his
enemy’s blows. The fact that he had to actually use his blade to block Climb’s hit
was quite extraordinary.
—That was not the attack of a dying man.
Those words raced through Succulent’s increasingly frantic mind.
No, it was not just that. The speed of Climb’s blade had been even faster than
when he was unhurt.
“How the hell did you do that, you bastard!”
This was someone who became stronger through battle. It was not impossible,
but Succulent had never witnessed anyone like that before.
He even began to feel that the young man had thrown off some kind of
limitation.
“What the hell did you do? Was it a magic item? A martial art?!”
From his tone, one would be unable to tell who had come out victorious in
their battle just now.
After blocking that mighty blow, Succulent was thrown far back.
The impact of his rough landing pierced through his back and churned his
guts. While his orichalcum chain shirt absorbed some of the impact, it knocked
the air from his lungs and left him unable to breathe for a moment.
What had happened? Succulent — who had taken the blow — could not
explain it, but Cocco Doll had been watching from the side and had seen
everything.
Succulent had been kicked.
The boy had promptly kicked Succulent right after his downward chop had
been blocked.
Succulent had no idea what was going on, but he hurriedly rose to his feet. For
fencers — to whom mobility was their greatest asset — being prone on the
ground was a death sentence.
“Dammit! What kind of a soldier are you?! You even kicked me! Soldiers
should stick to what they know and not try new tricks!”
Succulent cursed angrily as he rolled back into an upright position.
Unlike the regimented combat curriculum of ordinary soldiers, Climb’s down
and dirty fighting style made Succulent feel like he was facing an adventurer.
Thus, he could not be underestimated.
Succulent started to worry.
At first, he had thought that the fight was his to lose. Killing a punk like this
should have been a piece of cake. However, he now felt that composure slipping
away from him.
However, as Succulent stood up, he saw the young man who had become a
threat slump to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The youth’s face looked terrible, as though the series of blows had snuffed out
the flame of his life. No — that was exactly what had happened. This must have
been a last burst of fire, like how candles would flare up before going out. Yes,
that must have been the power he had used.
Right now, that boy would die from the merest tap.
As he saw Climb’s condition, Succulent began to feel relieved, but that was
soon replaced by confusion and anger.
He was furious at the fact that someone like him, a member of Six Arms, had
been so hard-pressed by a miserable little mook like Climb. He was angry at the
fact that he had started to panic. Still, the victor was clear. All he had to do was
kill the kid and run.
However—
“—Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
Climb left the room. He felt the scent of blood had faded away somewhat.
“Thank you very much, Climb. Next…”
After finishing the now-cool tea, Renner stood up. She walked over to a
handbell. If she shook it, the bell in the adjacent room would shake as well. As
she thought of the face of the maid waiting in the next room, she smiled coldly.
How fortunate that she was on duty today.
“My my, what kind of expression should I put on now?”
Renner went up before the mirror and cupped her face with both hands. Then
she rubbed up and down. She was only human, and doing so would not change
the shape of her face. It was merely a form of self-affirmation.
Renner let go, and smiled.
“No, this is the smile a princess wears for meeting others…”
Renner smiled again. She went through a variety of them before settling on a
pure, innocent smile.
“This is best.”
After her preparations were complete, Renner shook the bell. Soon, a maid
knocked on the door and entered.
“Could you do something for me? Could you help me boil some hot water?”
“At once, Renner-sama.”
The maid bowed, and Renner smiled to her.
“What’s the matter? You seem quite happy today. Did something good
happen?”
Now that her prey had taken the bait, Renner’s smile grew ever more joyful.
“Hey, did you know? Climb-kun did really good today! It was amazing!”
She spoke like a child. It was the attitude which fit a foolish princess leaking
important information all over the place.
“Well, isn’t that lovely.”
The maid hated Climb, and she tried her best to hide her displeasure.
However, she could not keep her emotions out of her words.
—Die.
—You should die.
—Everyone who dares look down on my Climb should die.
Renner pretended she had not heard the maid’s response, because Renner was
an innocent little princess. She did not sense others’ ill intentions and took their
rudeness in stride. She was a naive, innocent — and foolish princess.
“Yup! He was soooo amazing! Climb beat up a whole bunch of bad guys! And
then he rescued a lot of people the bad guys locked up! He sent them to… Yeah,
I think he sent them to a guard post. Now we can punish the nobles who helped
the bad guys do bad things!”
“Really now? Marvelous, that’s Renner-sama’s Climb-san for you. Then, could
I trouble you to tell me of his heroic deeds?”
The maid believed the princess was clueless and would not suspect anything.
Thus, Renner began ensnaring that stupid woman in her scheme.
Everything sat within the palm of her hand. All this was in order to gain what
she wanted.
This is the author, Kugane Maruyama. Overlord has reached its 5th volume in
the blink of an eye. Please allow me to thank everyone who has supported this
series. Thank you very much!
Speaking of which, since Volumes 5 and 6 are going to be linked, I was
wondering, “do I need an afterword?” I discussed it with Editor-san and in the
end Editor-san said that some readers would look forward to it, so I should
probably write one… But does anyone really look forward to the afterword? Are
afterwords really that interesting…? Hm, so does Editor-san mean that I should
force myself to write something interesting?
Something interesting… Well, in order to handle the myriad issues that have
cropped up for Volumes 5 and 6, I spent all my days off between August to the
end of November at home in order to rush out the book… that’s all I have.
Also, since Volume 6 includes a Drama CD like Volume 4, time is even tighter
than normal. It’s a really breakneck pace…
But that’s a part-time writer for you!
Hm. It’s… not interesting at all. I’m ruining everyone’s hopes and dreams, I
know.
Then, let’s change the topic.
The Web Novel version of Overlord is also updating, but Volume 6 is going to
be 90% new content.
Initially, I focused on adding new elements when rewriting the Web Novel
chapters for release. You will see this in the next volume.
The manuscript is already complete, so if nothing crops up, it ought to come
out for sale in January 2014. I hope we can meet again in that volume’s afterword.
Now then, the thanks.
So-bin-sama, who does illustrations for the books, Chord Design Studio,
which does the book design, Ōsako-sama, who does proofreading, F-da-sama,
the Editor, as well as everyone who helped to make Overlord — thank you,
everyone. Also, thank you for all your help, Honey.
Finally, thank you to all you readers for buying this book! You have my
sincerest gratitude!
Kugane Maruyama
December 2013
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