Overlord (book 1)

With a serious face, they were saying game terms. Then from now on it would be easier to give

instructions.

After Momonga approved of Sebastian’s request, he returned to experimenting on methods to

control the mirror. Finally finding a way to adjust the height of the view.

Showing a satisfied smile, Momonga began to look for places with people.

Finally the scene of a village appeared.

Located approximately ten kilometers from the Great Tomb of Nazarick, near a forest,

surrounded by wheat fields was a country style village. At first glance, the village was not all that advanced.

Momonga expanded the view of the village, and felt like something was strange.

“.... Are they organising a festival?”

It was early in the morning and people were running in and out of houses, making everything

feel very chaotic.

“No, this is no festival.”

Coming to his side, and looking into the mirror with his sharp eyes. Sebastian gave a steely

reply.

Sebastian’s firm tone was full of disgust, after expanding the view, Momonga also frowned.

Knights wearing full suits of armor were raising their swords, chasing down villagers who wore

nothing but rags.

This was a massacre.

With every strike, a villager would fall. The villagers did not seem to have any defense, they

could only desperately escape. The knights continued to kill the fleeing villagers. In the fields

you could see a horse eating the wheat, it probably belonged to one of the knights.

“Tch!”

Momonga made a sound, and wanted to immediately change the image. This village had no

strategic value.

He might’ve tried to find a way to save the vil age if there was something to gain for him, but

looking at the situation there was no reason at all to save the village.

There was no reason for him to save them.

After coming to that grim decision, Momonga began to doubt his own thoughts. There was a

massacre right in front of his eyes, but all he could think about was what would be best for

Nazarick. His heart already was missing the feelings of pity, anger or anxiety that a human

should have.

It was like watching a television show about animals and insects preying on each other.

Was it possible that after becoming an undead, he no longer considered himself as a human?

No, how could that be.

Momonga desperately tried to find excuses in order to justify his own thinking.

He was not some righteous messenger.

Although he was at least level 100, just as he told Mare before, the world could have normal

people who are also level 100. So one could not just head out into such an unknown world. The

knights could have a reason to justify their actions. It could be sickness, crime or just a show of

force, many different reasons came to Momonga’s mind. Not only that, repelling the knights

would turn the country they represented into his enemy.

Momonga stretched out his bony hand and───scratched his skull, thinking. After turning into an

undead who was immune to mental effects, did he really feel nothing after looking at such a

scene? Definitely not.

Waving again, the mirror reflected the image of another corner of the village.

What appeared was the scene of two knights about to end the life of a struggling villager. The

villager had his hands bound and was unable to budge. In front of his eyes, the villager was

pierced. The sword went through the body and out the other side, it was a fatal blow. However it

did not stop there. One, two, three times——as if they were venting their anger, they repeatedly

hacked at the villagers.

Finally, the knight kicked at the villager, as blood pooled around his body.

───The vil ager locked eyes with Momonga. Perhaps this was just his imagination.

This was definitely just a coincidence.

Without anti-search magic, it was impossible to detect the mirror’s vision.

Blood flowed out from the vil ager’s mouth, as he desperately tried to speak. His eyes blurred,

he did not know where he was looking, it was clear that he was dying, but he opened his mouth

and spoke one line:

——Please save my daughter——

“What are your plans?”

Sebastian seemed to have read the mood, and quietly asked.

There was only one answer. Momonga calmly answered:

“Nothing. There is no reason, value or benefit to saving them.

“——Yes sir.”

Momonga calmly looked at Sebastian——beside him he could see the shadow of his former

guildmate.

“This… Touch Me-san….”

At this moment, Momonga thought of one line.

——If the road is harsh, it is only natural to take your sword and help.

When Momonga first started playing YGGDRASIL, hunting demi-human and heteromorphic

races was extremely popular, and as an undead Momonga was subject to being hunted as well.

On the verge of quitting YGGDRASIL, the words of a certain person saved him.

If it wasn’t for those words, Momonga would not be here.

Momonga sighed softly, then showed a helpless smile. After remembering this memory, he had

to go save those people.

“A man must always show gratitude… Anyways, sooner or later I would have to confirm my

abilities in this world.”