Overlord (book 1)

One of them was clad in the robe of a Magic Chanter, wearing a strange mask to cover his face

and his hands were covered with metal gauntlets. His black long robe looked expensive and

gave its bearer an aristocratic air.

The other person wore a full suit of black armor. The armor also seems to be quite amazing,

surely not some cheap, widely available good. Its mere appearance hinted it might be a strong

magic item.

The severely weakened Gazef and his men had completely disappeared and two mysterious

figures appeared instead. This must have been the doing of some kind of teleportation magic,

but he had no idea what it was. A mysterious person using an unknown magic, he had to be on

guard.

Nigan ordered all his Angels to retreat, telling them to maintain a certain distance around

himself to guard him. Nigan cautiously observed the opponents in front of him, but then the

Magic Chanter took a step forward:

“Good day, men of the Silian Theocracy. I am called Ainz Ooal Gown. It would be a great honor

for me if you could simply address me as Ainz,.

Although a little distant, and even with the wind blowing, the voice was still very clear.

Nigan did not answer, then the man calling himself Ainz continued:

“The person behind me is Albedo. I wish to make a deal with everyone here, would it be

possible to take a little of your time?”

Searching through his mind for the name Ainz Ooal Gown, nothing came up, it could be

possible that this was a fake name. Looks like it would be better to find out what the man

wanted to say, and gather intelligence from there. Judging it would be good to listen, Nigan

raised his chin, motioning Ainz to continue.

“Excellent. Thank you for taking the time to hear me out. First, there is one thing I want to

mention, which is that there’s no way for you to defeat me.”

Speaking in an unhesitating tone, one could hear his absolute confidence. This was definitely

not a bluff or some baseless nonsense, this man who called himself Ainz had absolute

confidence in his abilities.

Nigan frowned slightly.

In the Silian Theocracy, nobody would say this kind of thing to people of power.

“Your ignorance is saddening and you will pay for your foolishness.”

“... About that, is that real y the case? I was carefully observing this fight, so me standing here

means that I am fully confident in my victory. Do you really think I would come out and rescue

that man if I didn’t believe I would win?”

Absolutely correct.

If this person was a Magic Chanter relying on spells, there would be more suitable methods.

Mystics, Warlocks and Magicians would only wear light armor and most of them would avoid

melee combat, instead opting to use 「Flight」 magic to continuously shoot 「Fireball」 from a

distance. But Ainz had chosen to come from the front, which implied he possessed at least

some amount of power.

Unsure of how the other party would handle the silence, Ainz continued:

“If you understand, there’s a question I want to ask. The Angels you summoned, you must have

used the Level 3 spell [Summon Angel], am I right?”

A rhetorical question.

Ignoring Nigan’s look of disdain, Ainz continued:

“The monsters you summoned are quite similar to the ones in YGGDRASIL, so I was curious if

it was named the same as well. YGGDRASIL monsters were named after myths… Angel and

Demon monsters should also have something to do with myths. These Angels and Demons are

usually related to Christianity, but with the absence of Christianity in this world, it would be very unnatural for something called an Archangel to appear. This means that within this world, there

are people similar to me.”

Having no idea what the other person was talking about, Nigan furiously replied:

“Stop talking to yourself, where did you send Gazef Strolonoff?”

“To the vil age.”

“.... What?”

Not expecting the other party to answer, Nigan was puzzled, quickly concluding that the other

person had a reason to answer like that:

“How stupid, even if you are lying, a simple search of the vil age would────”

“────I am not lying, only answering the question… and to be honest, there is a reason.”

“... Could it be to ask for mercy? If you can save us some time, then maybe I’l consider it.”

“No no no… Actual y… I heard your conversation with the Knight-Captain… how courageous.”

Ainz’s tone and manner changed, looking at the mocking expression of Nigan:

“You dare to shamelessly say that you would kil the villagers that I, Ainz Ooal Gown had

painstakingly rescued. Nothing else would displease me more.”

The strong winds fluttered Ainz’s robe and breezed through Nigan and his men.

It was just a coincidence that the wind from the grasslands came from Ainz direction, but Nigan

quickly shook off the misconception appearing in his mind, surely he was just mistaken and the

wind didn't smell of death.

“...S-, so you are displeased about that, Magic Chanter. So what?”

Although he was intimidated, Nigan still did not change his cynical attitude.

How could the Captain of the Sunlight Scripture, who held onto the trump card of the Silian