“Ah, Momonga, you look quite pleased right now.
I know it’s inhumane to interrupt you two while you’re flirting, but after saving these two little girls, what are you planning to do with them?”
Luke glanced at the two trembling girls, thinking to himself that they were probably mentally broken by now.
After all, compared to the knights, this skeletal figure who appeared out of nowhere, killed someone on the spot, and then used the corpse to create a Death Knight—an undead that was so obviously evil just from its appearance—wasn’t exactly radiating “good guy” vibes.
“Ah, them?
They’re not speaking either Chinese or Japanese, Luke-san.
Looks like all those isekai novels you’ve read didn’t do you much good.
I told you before that your idea about Japanese being the universal language here was nonsense…”
“Hello there, little sisters!” Luke put on a friendly smile and directly greeted them.
Since Luke’s appearance was much closer to that of a normal human—though his complexion was a bit pale—his somewhat handsome face was definitely much more reassuring than that of Momonga, who was literally a skeleton.
So even though Enri was scared enough to nearly wet herself, she still stammered back, “H-hello…”
The air suddenly went quiet.
After a long silence, Momonga suddenly shouted, “Why is she speaking Japanese?!
What’s going on?
Why is this world speaking Japanese and so fluently too!
This has to be a joke!”
“Momonga, why are you so surprised?
Didn’t I tell you before?
Any world that doesn’t speak Japanese is a failed world, and any world that doesn’t speak Chinese is immoral.
Obviously, this is a qualified world, isn’t it?”
Luke looked at the skeleton strangely, not understanding why he was so worked up.
Wasn’t it standard isekai procedure for natives to speak Mandarin or Japanese?
“…Is that so?
I see now.
Sorry, I must’ve been ignorant again.” Momonga felt like a country bumpkin.
So, this was normal in other worlds?
What an eye-opener.
“Ah, looks like the child is injured.
Well then, Momonga, do you have anything suitable for a human to use for healing?”
At Luke’s words, Momonga rummaged through his infinite inventory and finally pulled out a bottle of what was commonly called a “red potion”—the lowest-grade healing potion, restoring just 50 HP.
Of course, this was gear meant for adventurers, so logically speaking, it should be more than enough to heal a regular person’s wounds.
Naturally, if it were used on an undead like Momonga, it would hurt him instead of heal.
But since not everyone in the guild had chosen undead races, he still carried positive-energy items like this.
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Here, human, drink it.”
Momonga extended the potion toward the older-looking girl.
But imagine it: a bony hand holding a bottle of red liquid, offering it to a village girl who had never seen a healing potion before.
The image was terrifying—this literal skeleton telling you to drink it, claiming it would heal you.
Would you think it’s medicine?
Or would you think that if you drink it, you’ll drop dead on the spot and join the happy skeleton army?
Most people would probably assume the latter.
However, no matter what, these people had just saved her and her sister.
Judging by their conversation earlier, she and her sister were likely worthless in their eyes.
One look at their equipment was enough to tell that they had no reason to be interested in harming them.
As for killing them?
That would be too easy for them.
So… might as well do as they say—maybe that was the safest option.
“T-truly, thank you very much.
If not for you, my sister and I would have surely…”
Although Momonga could tell she was terrified, her gratitude still made him feel quite good.
He explained again, “This is a healing potion.
It’s not dangerous—drink it.”
Luke grinned at the skeleton.
At this point, the old bone still retained the human thoughts of Suzuki Satoru, and when facing humans, he still had a tendency toward neutrality, maybe even friendliness.
Hearing this, Enri quickly accepted the potion and drank it in one go.
For adventurers in the game, 50 HP was basically a drop in the bucket.
Unless you were fighting level 1 slimes in a starter village, this potion was useless.
Higher-level monsters would chop off half your health bar with a single hit.
What would you do, drink dozens of these?
But for a 16-year-old village girl like Enri, this was a miracle drug.
In an instant, the burning pain on her back vanished.
“Does it stop hurting now?” Luke asked when he saw her finish the potion.
“Yes… yes, thank you so much for your gift, my lord…” Enri dropped to her knees and kowtowed in gratitude.
“Well, since you’re fine now, let’s head into the village and take a look.
As for these two girls… Hatsune.” New chapters come out on g.com first.
“Yes?”
“You stay here and guard them.”
“Yes, my husband.
But what about your safety and Lord Momonga’s safety?”
“Hatsune, relax.
With Albedo here, it’s more than enough.
Just obey my order, understand?”
Luke’s voice turned slightly displeased.
Being more casual at home was fine, but ignoring orders outside?
That was unacceptable.
“…Yes, I understand.
My apologies—I will carry out my husband’s command without fail.”
Hatsune lowered her head, then walked to the sisters’ side and waved her hand.
“Ice Barrier.”
This was a tenth-tier defensive spell—capable of blocking both physical and magical attacks.
Even Momonga would need dozens of spells to break it.
Luke nodded, then said to Momonga and Albedo, “Let’s go.
We need to see just how strong this world is—this information will determine what we do next.”
Momonga nodded, and together with Luke, slowly headed toward the village.
Albedo followed closely, fully alert, ready to counter any surprise attacks.
After instantly killing two knights, the cautious Momonga felt a bit more confident.
And with Luke, who bore the title of War Maniac, and Albedo, the strongest defender, by his side, even if danger arose, they had more than enough power to handle it.
Once the three walked away, Hatsune turned to the two girls with a polite but slightly distant tone, “Stay here and don’t move, understand?”
Enri quickly replied yes, then stared blankly at the woman before her.
She was so beautiful… Even as another girl, she couldn’t feel a shred of jealousy—the gap between them was just too great.
Her long, pale-green hair was tied into two ponytails that cascaded down like something out of a fairy tale.
Her twin eyes shone with an otherworldly glow, and her perfect face seemed like something one could never stop staring at.
Enri didn’t know fancy words like “peerless beauty,” but instinctively, she thought: This must be the highest level of beauty in the world.
Someone this beautiful being a little proud was only natural.
And now this angelic person was protecting them—she had to express her gratitude more clearly.
“T-truly, thank you for all you’ve done.
I’m so sorry for causing you trouble.”
Hatsune blinked in surprise, then seeing the flustered girl kneeling on the ground sneaking glances at her, she smiled.