Overlord (book 1)

Hearing the way that Gazef addressed him, Ainz realised that names in this world were called in

the Western and not the Japanese style. The sequence of a name would be Given Name +

Surname and not Surname + Given Name. That explained why the village chief had shown

such a strange expression when Ainz asked him to address him by Japanese custom. Though

they were not familiar with each other, Ainz still asked the other person to call him by name. Of

course the village chief would be confused.

Realising his own mistake, Ainz still used the shameless nature he acquired as a working

member of society to gloss over his faux pas.

“... That is correct, but also not correct.”

Keenly aware of the meaning of Ainz’s words, Gazef looked towards the Death Knight, from

which he could probably smell a thin scent of blood.

“There are two things I want to ask… Who is that?”

“He is one of my created servants.”

Gazef hummed, then with sharp eyes looked at Ainz from head to toe.

“In that case… What is that mask?”

“Because I am a Magic Chanter, I have to wear this.”

“Can you take it off?”

“If I do so, then that guy——“ His hand pointed to the Death Knight. “If he goes out of control it

would be very troublesome.”

The village chief, along with the villagers inside the house, knew the strength of the Death

Knight very well, and they all showed a surprised expression. Possibly feeling the change in the

vil age chief’s mood and the surrounding atmosphere, Gazef nodded heavily:

“I see, in that case it would be better to not remove the mask.”

“Thank you.”

“Then——”

“Before that, sorry to interrupt, but this vil age was just attacked by knights of the Empire. If

everyone were to carry weapons and enter, it may cause the villagers to recall their recent,

frightful experiences. If I may ask, would it be possible for everyone to place their weapons in

the corner of the square, and consequently put the vil ager’s minds at ease?”

“...What Master Gown has said is certainly correct. However these swords were bestowed upon

us by the king; without the king’s orders we cannot lay them down.”

“——Ainz-sama, we are fine with it.”

“Is that so? Vil age chief… Also Sir Knight-Captain, please pardon my unreasonable request.”

“Master Gown indeed has the right idea. If this sword weren’t bestowed by the king, I would

happily put it down. Then can we find somewhere to sit together, and would it be possible for

you to recount the details of this incident? If you don’t mind, the hour grows late, and I wish to

rest inside the vil age…”

“I understand. Then shal we proceed to my home——”

While the village chief was answering, a knight hastily ran into the square. Panting heavily, he

had urgent news to report.

The knight loudly shouted an emergency situation:

“Captain! There are many shadows surrounding the area. They are approaching the vil age!”

Volume 1

Chapter 4

Conflict Part 3

Translators: Ghoststaker, CoCayn, cerulean33

Editor: Namorax, Mecani

Collaborators: Imoutolicious LNT & Skythewood

"Everyone listen up."

A calm, quiet voice could be heard by everyone.

"The prey has entered the cage."

The speaker was a man.

He had a common appearance; if he was in a crowd, he wouldn’t be particularly conspicuous.

His only outstanding features were his black, artificial looking eyes and the scar on his face.

"Thou shalt devote thine faith to God."

Everyone prayed in silence. It was a simplified prayer to God. While carrying out assignments,

even within domestic borders, they had to take their time to pray.

It wasn't simple, but they always had to exhibit a staunch and profound belief in God.

These knights who gave their everything to the Silian Theocracy, and to God, had a more

profound faith than ordinary citizens. That was the reason they were able to carry out callous

acts without feeling sinful. After the prayer ended, everyone's eyes became as cold as ice.

"Commence."

Barely a phrase.

They surrounded the village with perfectly coordinated movements, giving the impression that

this was the result of constant training.

They were the Silian Theocracy's knights who specialized in carrying out illegal missions, only

heard of, but never seen.

The Silian Theocracy had six such groups working for their intelligence agency. The typical

duties of the Sunlight Scripture included the annihilation of demi-human villages. Although they

had many opportunities to do battle, their numbers were quite small. Including the scouts, they

numbered less than a hundred men.

That was because the door into the Sunlight Scripture was very narrow.

First, one had to be able to use Holy spells of Level 3, as well as all the normal high level spells that Magic Chanters were able to learn. Additionally, they had to possess superior physical

capabilities, resilience and spirit, along with a deep faith in his religion.

In short, they were the cream of the crop.