Overlord (book 1)

water, which flow down to her throat and continue to disappear into her chest. Mare is holding

the cup with both hands and drinks with small gulps. Just by the way of drinking, the different

personalities of these two become apparent .

While watching their movements, Momonga’s hand touches his own neck. To him, it stil feels

like there is a layer of skin.

His body so far did not feel thirsty and not even felt sleepy. Although it is obvious that Undead

don’t have these feelings, finding out you are no longer a human being makes you want to think

that it is all a joke.

Momonga continues to touch his body. There is no skin, muscles, blood vessels, nerves and

organs, only bones. Even if he’s aware of it, it stil doesn’t feel real and so he is constantly

touching his body.

The sense of touch is duller compared to a human. It kind of feels like touching something with

a thin cloth in between. On the other hand, whether it is visual or auditory, these senses have

become sharper.

When somebody sees a body made of nothing but bones, one would think it would fracture

easily. However, every bone was harder than steel.

And despite being completely different from the past, he had a strange sense of satisfaction and

fulfilment. It feels like this is how his body should be. Maybe this is the reason he didn’t panic

when his body turned into bones.

"Want more?"

Momonga lifts the [Unlimited Kettle] and asks the two kids if they want to drink more.

"Uh - thank you! I have had enough!!"

"Is that right? Then how about you Mare? Still want a drink?"

"Eh! Uh... uh... I... I’ve had enough. I don’t feel thirsty anymore."

Nodding in response, Momonga recovers the two cups once again and puts them back into his

item box.

Aura suddenly whispers:

"I thought Momonga-sama would be more frightening."

"Ah? Really? If so, then comparing to right now ......"

"Now, this is better! Definitely better!"

"Then lets stay this way. "

Hearing Aura’s excited answers, Momonga was a little bit surprised to respond.

"Momonga-sama, surely you won’t be gentle only to us right~~"

Facing Aura’s question, Momonga does not know how to answer and just pats Aura's head.

"Hehehe."

Aura looks like a puppy who discovered her new favorite thing, while Mare is showing a very

envious expression.

Suddenly a voice could be heard:

"Huh? Could I be the first to arrive? "

Although the tone was mature, the voice sounded pretty young and a shadow emerges from the

ground. The shadow slowly turns into the shape of a door and an individual emerges.

Wearing a soft looking, black evening dress with a big, heavy looking skirt. The upper body

dressed in a lace embellished ribbon and a short tailored jacket. She was wearing long lace

gloves and therefore had hardly any exposed skin.

The only term to describe her fine facial features which exposed wax like skin would be ‘real

beauty’. Because her silver hair was tied in a single ponytail, therefore it did not cover her face and her dark eyes exuded a pretty and flirtatious look.

Appearing to be about fourteen years old, or even younger, her childlike appearance was made

of a simple set of cuteness and fineness, a true beauty. But her chest part was a little

inconsistent compared to her age, it is highly uplifted.

"...... Instantaneous movement is strictly forbidden in Nazarick, weren’t you told not to

deliberately use [Portal]? You should be able to walk to the arena, so just use your feet

Sharutia."

Next to Momonga’s ear came an impatient voice. That icy tone was not just the kind of attitude

used to tame puppies, but full of hostility.

Mare starts trembling again and quickly leaves his sister’s side with small steps. However,

Aura’s 180° change in attitude surprised even Momonga.

The girl who used the highest tier of transfer magic to come here is called Sharutia. She doesn’t

even look at Aura’s grim face, who is standing next to Momonga and instead, walks directly in

front of him.

Her body is emitting an intriguing perfume.

"...... It stinks."

Aura swore. The irony in this sentence, "It could be because it is the smell of Undead, since the meat is rotten."

Maybe seeing Momonga raising his arms out of reflex to smell them, Sharutia unhappily

frowned:

"...... These kind of words are very offensive. Momonga-sama is Undead you know."

"What? What nonsense are you talking about Sharutia? How could Momonga-sama be an

ordinary Undead?! He should have reached a realm above Undead or even the level of an

Undead god."

Hearing Sharutia and Mare give of an "Ah." and "En." sound, although it is a little unclear right now, but in Yggdrasil, Momonga was just an ordinary Undead ...... He therefore felt a little

inferior. In short there was no High-tier Undead or an Undead God in the realm of the dead.

"No, but sister, your words from before were still a bit offensive."

"Oh, really? Well then, lets try again. *Cough* Well ...... Could it be the smell of the dead meat decaying?"

TL note: Referring to Sharutia being undead and still having meat on her, as opposed to the skeleton Momonga.