If he were truly an enemy, why would he actively expose the fact that he is looking for “Ainz Ooal Gown”?
Isn’t that the same as telling him to be on guard?
Ainz made a decision.
“Momon is a pseudonym.”
He slowly raised his hand and removed his helmet.
What was revealed was that fleshless, expressionless skeletal face.
In the hollow eye sockets, two points of crimson light flickered slightly.
“My name is Momonga, the guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown.”
“Of course, my name is now Ainz Ooal Gown.
You can just call me Ainz.”
The room fell silent.
If it were an ordinary adventurer, upon seeing that skeletal face, they would likely choose to attack immediately.
Or perhaps scramble away in a panic to save their lives.
Undead are the enemies of all life; this is an unquestionable law of the world.
Makoto, of course, did not.
He merely raised an eyebrow, looked him up and down, and then let out a sigh of ambiguous meaning.
“An Undead?”
“That guy did say that the guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown was an Undead.
It seems he even specifically created an NPC to counter you.
What was her name…”
Makoto scratched his head in feigned confusion, as if trying to recall something carefully.
“Sha…
Shall…
Shall what was it?”
Ainz: “…Shalltear Bloodfallen.”
Makoto slapped his head as if he had just realized, revealing a carefree smile.
“Oh, right!
That’s it, Shalltear.
It’s said she was designed based on the standard of an eroge heroine!”
Then he put on a lewd expression, glanced at Nabe, and leaned in close to his ear (skull?) to whisper:
“Hmm, with that guy’s personality, could he be in bed with Shalltear right now?”
“…”
That Peroroncino!
It was just too embarrassing!
A green light flashed over Ainz once more; the forced calmness suppressed his shame.
Ainz remained silent for two seconds, deciding to ignore that sentence.
“Bukubukuchagama and Peroroncino.”
He said in a deep voice: “They haven’t logged on in a long time.
In fact, the entire guild…
is now left with only me.”
“Only you?”
“Yes.”
Makoto remained silent for a long time, sat back down on the chair to the side, and tapped his fingers continuously on the tabletop.
It was so long that Ainz thought he would ask something, get angry, feel disappointed, or demand to know why.
But in the end, he just sighed softly, bent down, and picked up the spear stuck in the ground.
“Then forget it.”
His voice was calm, unnaturally calm.
“Since he isn’t here, then that’s that.”
“It makes sense, that guy didn’t even log on when the servers shut down.
I knew he wouldn’t have the fortune to transmigrate.”
Makoto kicked the stool beside him; his extraordinary strength shattered it instantly.
He leaned his head back, took a deep breath, and remained silent for a long while before speaking.
“By the way, Ainz.
I have a question I’d like to ask.”
Before Ainz could speak, he raised his hand to interrupt him.
“Of course, if you feel it’s inappropriate, you don’t have to answer.”
Makoto stood up, reached out his right hand to scratch his hair, his expression looking somewhat grim.
“When did you transmigrate here?”
Confirming that Makoto was not prying into the secrets of Nazarick, Ainz breathed a sigh of relief and gave an answer to his friend’s friend without hesitation.
“This year.”
“Is that so…”
Makoto let out a breath, as if he had been thinking for a long time, and finally said:
“About the same time you transmigrated.
However, I have a World-Class Item for information exploration.
According to the information I have obtained, we are not the only two transmigrators.”
“The earliest transmigrators should be the six who arrived six hundred years ago; they are the Six Great Gods worshipped by the Theocracy.”
“About a hundred years later, transmigrators known as the Eight Greed Kings appeared and fought against the original rulers of this world, the [True Dragon Lord].”
“In the end, they likely used some World-Class Item, which caused the tier magic of the YGGDRASIL world to pollute their original magic system, killing the vast majority of the True Dragon Lords—”
He paused for a moment and continued.
“But it is said that in the end, due to infighting and lifespan, they all died.”
At this point, Makoto’s expression became somewhat ugly.
“According to the information I have gathered, there must be other transmigrators, and the True Dragon Lords have not been wiped out yet.
This world might be more dangerous than we imagine.”
“This is also the reason I was looking for that guy Peroroncino; after all, it’s safer to stick together for warmth.
But since he isn’t here…”
“Forget it, I’ll be leaving now.
It was nice to meet you, Ainz Ooal Gown.”
After speaking, Makoto turned and walked away, his steps crisp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
Ainz stared at his back and suddenly spoke up.
“Wait.”
Makoto stopped and looked back at him.
“You have been looking for Peroroncino, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How long have you been looking?”
Makoto thought for a moment and said indifferently: “Not long, less than a year.
Why do you ask?”
Ainz looked at the young man’s back, and images of that long-lost world suddenly appeared in his mind.
The huge circular hall, forty-one seats, forty-one banners.
Now, only he remained.
“Makoto.”
Ainz’s voice deepened a bit, as if he had made a certain decision.
“If you don’t mind, would you be willing to accompany me to Nazarick?”
Makoto turned around, looking at him with a half-smile.
“What?
Want to invite me for tea?”
“Not tea.”
Ainz paused.
“I want you to see with your own eyes the place he once stayed.
And…
don’t you want to see that guy’s child, no…
Shalltear?”
Makoto did not answer immediately.
He leaned against the door frame, his spear resting behind his shoulder, and the afternoon sun cast his shadow long.
In those eyes, there was scrutiny, playfulness, and a trace of something Ainz could not fathom.
After a long while, he suddenly laughed.
“Sure.”
Makoto put away his spear, walked back with long strides, stood still in front of Ainz, and extended his hand.
“Then I’ll be troubling you—Mr.
Ainz Ooal Gown.”
Ainz looked down at that hand, as if he saw the shadows of his companions.
He extended his hand—no, he extended his bony claw and shook it.
The cold bone touched the warm palm; two people who had been complete strangers before today met here because of the name “Ainz Ooal Gown”.
It was just like fate.
And beneath the smile on Makoto’s face were waves of emotion that only he knew.
Won!
From the moment Ainz Ooal Gown invited him to enter the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Makoto’s goal had basically been achieved.
Rather than having Ainz be coerced by that group of NPCs, it was better to have him arranged by himself.
As long as Nazarick proceeds according to his plan, even when he can crush Nazarick, he can completely choose to spare them!
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”