The Dark Warrior

“Eh… Lukeluther is actually talking sense!”

The Sword of Darkness members broke out in laughter, appearing harmonious.

Influenced by the atmosphere, Ainz smiled along with them. Their feelings

toward the short sword was the same as Ainz’s feelings towards the guild’s

symbolic staff.

Topics suitable for dinner conversation popped up one after another, the Sword

of Darkness members who were the majority held the initiative, talking to Ainz,

Narberal and Enfrea from time to time.

Ainz joined in, but stil felt some distance from the Sword of Darkness members.

Because Ainz lacked knowledge of this world and was hesitant in his words,

that’s why he can’t mingle wel . This resulted in Ainz talking less, forming a

vicious cycle.

When they talked to Narberal, she would come up with weird answers, so they

left her out gradually.

Enfrea was handling it wel .

He had always lived in this world and was more adapt in being with others. He

can join in the topic easily and can read the mood too.

(No big deal. I had comrades in the past too.)

Ainz thought in a tantrum as he watched the party chatting happily under the

glow of the camp fire.

Their relationships are great, this is expected of comrades that face death

together. Enfrea had also looked envious as he looked at the team.

Ainz also recalled his teammates from the past, grinding his teeth in jealousy

under his helmet.

-- He was just like them in the past.

“... Your friendships are deep. Are all the other adventurers like this?”

“Probably, they went through thick and thin together as wel , if they can’t

understand what each other were thinking, what actions they wil take, it wil be

dangerous. Over time, their bond wil deepen.”

“That’s right, there are no girls in our team. I heard that it will get rowdy if there is one.”

“... That’s right.”

Ninya continued with an awkward smile:

“If there is, Lukeluther would be the first one to cause trouble. Anyway, it’s

because our party has a definite goal right?”

Peter and the others nodded in agreement.

“... That’s how it is. When everyone are thinking as one, the feeling is different.”

“Eh? Momon-san had a party in the past too?”

Ainz didn’t know how to answer Enfrea, but he didn’t need to fudge it with weird

excuse.

“We weren’t really… adventurers.”

As he remember his comrades in the past, it's understandable for his tone to

become heavy. Even though he was an undead, he stil had emotions, and his

comrades from the past were the people Ainz missed the most.

Sensing Ainz had things he did not want to talk about, no one pressed him and

the place turned silent.

It was so quiet they seem to be the only ones in the world. Ainz lifted his head

gently and look at the night sky full of shining stars.

“When I was stil weak, I was saved by a paladin dressed in pure white, who

was holding a sword and shield in each hand. He introduced me to 4 other team

mates. Including me, we were a 6 men party. Soon after, three other members

who were weak just like me joined, and the nine of us founded the original team.

“Oh───”

With the crackling sound of the campfire, someone grunted. But Ainz wasn’t

bothered and continued to remember the ‘original nine’ of his guild ‘Ainz Ooal

Gown’.

“They were an excellent bunch. Paladin, swordmancer, priest, dark… bandit,

dual wielding nin… dual wielding bandit, sorcerer, chef, blacksmith…

Irreplaceable good friends. We experienced countless adventures, I stil can’t

forget those days.”

Thanks to them, he learned what friends are. He thought he would be ignored in

YGGDRASIL too, but the reality was different, they were perfect teammates

wil ing to lend a hand. As they slowly increased their members, they

experienced an amazing life going through thick and thin.

That’s why the guild ‘Ainz Ooal Gown’ was an important treasure for Ainz. Even

if he needed to give up everything and destroy the world, he wanted to protect

its legacy.

“You wil find comrades like them again someday.”

Ninya’s consolation made Ainz lashed out fiercely:

“There wil never be such a day.”

His voice was full of hostility. Shocked by his own words, Ainz stood up slowly:

“... Excuse me… Nabel, I wil eat over there.”

“I will join you.”

“I see… It can’t be helped since it is a religious issue.”

Peter felt it was a pity, but didn’t persuade him to stay.

Even though Ninya looked depressed, Ainz stil decided to not say anything to

him.

Just saying ‘I’m not taking it to heart’ wil be enough.

The two of them seemed to be dining at the corner where the ropes were tied.

When the person who was here just now, the rest wil discuss about him.

Especially since the subject is the focus of attention, it was natural to do so.

As their conversation ends momentarily and everyone were silent, the camp fire

crackled. Ninya looked at the sparks disappearing and reproach himself:

“... I think I said something I shouldn’t have.”

“Well, we didn’t know what happened earlier.”

Dyne nodded strongly while Peter continued:

“Maybe they were wiped out. People who lost all their comrades in battle wil