"This is the intelligence Yuri Alpha has relayed. Based on the location provided by Ren-sama, we dispatched Cocytus to clear the so-called ruins afterward.
As you predicted, Ren-sama, the 'treasures' at the end were nothing more than mid- to high-tier ordinary items and equipnt.
All the spoils from the Thirteen Heroes' Ruins have now been transported back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. This is the inventory list—please review it, Ainz-sama."
Within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Albedo—the Overseer of the Guardians—was reporting Yuri's findings to her master.
That's right. After the incident in Carne Village, Momonga had officially taken on a new na:
Ainz Ooal Gown.
The reason for this was simple. From the attackers of the Slane Theocracy, he had learned that there were others capable of using YGGDRASIL magic and items.
Which ant—
He and Ren Kuroda were not unique.
Other players from YGGDRASIL had also arrived in this world.
By adopting the na of the guild Ainz Ooal Gown, he hoped that if any of his forr comrades appeared in this world, they would recognize the na… and seek him out.
"Although the items aren't particularly high-level, most of them are consumables like potions—exactly what we currently need," Ainz said, nodding slightly.
"To think that Ren has only been away from Nazarick for such a short ti and has already brought back such impressive results… He really is as capable as ever."
"Ren-sama is one of the Forty-One Supre Beings who stand at the pinnacle of the world—an existence equal to Ainz-sama himself. Achievents of this level are only natural for soone like him."
Hearing Albedo's unwavering affirmation, Ainz suddenly felt an imnse pressure settle over him.
After spending so ti in this world, he had gradually co to understand the personalities of Nazarick's forr NPCs.
Looking back, his initial attempts to test their loyalty now felt completely unnecessary.
From the Guardians at the top to the ordinary maids at the bottom, their devotion to him and Ren had long surpassed re loyalty.
It had reached full-blown fanaticism.
No matter how extraordinary their accomplishnts were, the denizens of Nazarick would simply regard them as natural—because, in their eyes, the Supre Beings were ant to be that great.
Even the smallest, most casual actions were interpreted as having profound intent—
And this tendency was especially pronounced in Demiurge and Albedo.
Ainz wanted to beco a competent leader.
But when your subordinates are too intelligent and too capable… it becos its own kind of headache.
Sotis, he even felt like he couldn't keep up with Demiurge's line of thinking—often ending up with the baffled realization of, Wait… I did sothing that impressive?
"I've made up my mind," Ainz suddenly declared.
"If Ren has already achieved such remarkable results in such a short ti as an adventurer, then I'll also begin operating as one in disguise. It should accelerate both our information gathering and our search for companions."
This wasn't a spur-of-the-mont decision.
He had been planning this for a while.
There were several reasons.
First, as he had said, he wanted to personally search for his forr guildmates.
Second, staying in Nazarick all the ti was suffocating. With such capable subordinates handling everything flawlessly, he constantly felt like he was doing nothing.
And third—
The life of an adventurer was essentially a real-life RPG experience.
As a forr YGGDRASIL player, how could he possibly resist the temptation?
"Forgive for speaking out of turn," Albedo said, bowing her head slightly, "but I believe it is sufficient for Ren-sama alone to operate in the human world as an adventurer. Ainz-sama should remain in Nazarick to oversee everything.
If both Supre Beings are absent at the sa ti, then in the event of an ergency—"
She didn't get to finish.
Ainz raised his skeletal hand, cutting her off.
"There's no need to undervalue yourselves, Albedo. You and the other Guardians are all exceptional beings. I trust you just as deeply as I once trusted my comrades."
"And if Nazarick were ever to face danger, Ren and I could imdiately return using the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown. If sothing arises that you cannot handle, you can always contact us via ssage."
"But Ainz-sama—"
"Do you still not understand, Albedo?"
Ainz's voice grew firr.
"You cannot rely on us forever. I want to see whether, in the absence of your rulers, you—whom we trust the most—can manage the Great Tomb of Nazarick properly."
"In other words… this is not rely my personal desire to go out. It is also a test for all of you."
For a brief mont, Ainz's intelligence seed to break past its usual limits, producing a perfectly convincing explanation on the spot.
And upon hearing it—
Albedo's eyes imdiately filled with tears of emotion.
To think… the Supre Beings valued them this highly!
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E-Rantel.
A tall man clad in imposing deep-blue full-body armor, with two massive greatswords strapped to his back, stepped into an inn.
At his side was a striking beauty with long black hair tied into a high ponytail and sharp, phoenix-like eyes.
The mont the pair entered, they instantly beca the center of attention.
Between the man's overwhelming armor and the elegant woman accompanying him, it was impossible not to notice them.
But then—
The onlookers spotted the plates hanging from their chests.
Copper rank.
The lowest tier of adventurers.
And just like that, admiration turned into scorn.
There was no need to guess.
The man hidden beneath the armor was none other than Ainz—currently operating under the alias Momon.
As for the black-haired, black-eyed beauty with the cold, refined aura—
She was Narberal Gamma, one of the Pleiades battle maids.
"Lately, we've been seeing more and more of these types," soone muttered with a sneer.
"They think that just because they've got fancy gear and a pretty woman by their side, they can beco the next 'War Demon.'"
"Tell about it. Ignorant rookies like this are everywhere these days. They'll probably end up dead in so alley before long."
"…Still, what a waste. That woman with him—she's easily the most beautiful one I've seen among all these so-called 'War Demon' imitators."
As Ainz awkwardly counted out the fee for a single room—five copper coins, the lowest denomination in the Kingdom—the surrounding crowd openly displayed their disdain.
But in this world—
There was never a shortage of background characters eager to provoke soone stronger than themselves.
Ainz had no intention of causing trouble upon his first arrival in human society.
But unfortunately for him…
His imposing armor—and the woman at his side—
were simply too eye-catching.
And envy, as always, had a way of inviting conflict.
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