The Dark Warrior

mostly teaches through private tutoring, unrelated personnel won’t be able to

enter a magic guild. Those who do get in without relations are small kids who

are stil immature. For someone the age of Momon-san, it is hard to enter

without special recommendations. As for that, the Empire has a good magic

academy, the magic education of the Theocracy is also at a very high standard,

but only for Faith-based magic.”

“I see, so I can enroll in the Empire’s magic academy?”

“I think that would be difficult. The magic academy is a state-owned education

institution, so only citizens of the Empire can study there…”

“I see…”

“As for studying under me, I’m sorry. I have things I need to do and have no time

to spare teaching others.”

Ninya’s expression darkens. He seemed to be full of intense negative emotions,

his hostility was clear for all to see.

Don’t get too deep into this. I don’t think I wil get anything good out of it.

When Ainz made this judgement, Lukeluther interrupted Ainz’s thought with a

light tone:

“Hey—— sorry for butting into your conversation, but the food is ready. Can you

help me to gather the other three?”

“Momon-san, let me do that.”

“Hmmm—— Nabel-chan is going? Not staying here to cook with me, creating

our memories of love?”

“Die, lower life form (House centipede). I will pour boiling oil down your throat to

stop you from saying nonsense, alright?”

“Stop that Nabel. Let’s go together.”

“Yes! Understood!”

After thanking Ninya, Ainz walked towards the two men working silently a short

distance from the tent.

Peter and Dyne were focused on maintaining the weapon they used, applying oil

to prevent rust, checking it’s alignment and other things.

The armor had fresh dents and the swords had cracks after clashing with the

weapons of the goblins. There was a need to repair these as fast as possible,

and Ainz was hesitant about breaking their concentration. He needed to inform

the two of them, as well as Enfrea who was taking care of the horses, that

dinner was ready.

The sun set beyond the horizon, the group dined with the blood red sunlight as

background.

Everyone’s bowl was fil ed with bisque seasoned by bacon, toast, dried figs and

walnuts. This was the dinner tonight.

Ainz stared at the salty looking bisque in his hands. He couldn’t feel the warmth

while wearing his gauntlets, but seeing everyone eating heartily without waiting

for it to cool, the temperature should be just right.

Well, What should I do?

Ainz was an undead and therefore unable to eat. He disguised his appearance

with an il usion spell but he would be exposed if he ate the bisque with his

skeleton body and mouth.

He couldn’t allow anyone to see his true appearance.

An unknown world with unknown food. It might be just a few simple dishes, but

Ainz stil felt it was a pity that he was unable to eat it.

Although he no longer had any desire for food, he stil felt discontent about his

inability to eat when delicious and curious dishes appeared before him.

For the first time since coming to this world, Ainz regretted having an undead

body.

“Ah—— Is there something you don’t dare to eat?”

Lukeluther asked while looking at Ainz, who wasn’t digging in.

“No, it’s a personal reason.”

“Is that so? Don’t force yourself alright? But it’s chow time now, you can take

the helmet off right?”

“... It’s because of religious reasons. On the days when I kil , five or more people

can’t dine together.”

“Oh… Momon-san had a strange religion. But since the world is big, it’s not

surprising for such a religion to exist.”

Everyone’s suspicious gaze softens when they heard it was related to religion.

Maybe religion is a complicated matter in this world.

Ainz offered thanks to the gods he didn’t believe in for successfully fudging it. To

change the topic, he asked Peter:

“You call yourself the ‘Sword of Darkness’, but it seems none of you are using

one?

As for the main weapon of the members, Peter used a normal magically

enchanted longsword, Lukeluther used a bow, Dyne used a mace and Ninya

had a staff. No one wielded a black sword. Peter main- and Lukeluther’s

support-weapons were swords, but their colour was anything but ‘darkness’ .

There was a technique that changed the color of metal by applying a special

powder, so it wasn’t hard to forge a black-colored sword. Or rather, it seemed

unnatural that nobody used a black sword.

“Ah, it’s that question.”

Lukeluther smiled sheepishly, the smile of someone digging up his shameful

past. Especially Ninya whose face turned bright red, different from the reflection

of the camp fire.

“That was the sword Ninya was after.”

“Don’t bring it up, I was young back then.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of! Having a grand dream is important!”

“Spare me Dyne, seriously.”

The Sword of Darkness group laughed heartily as they mocked Ninya who felt

embarrassed enough that he wanted to find a hole and hide in it. The name