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everyone’s gaze, she sighed before replying, “Shut up, you slug. Don’t speak to me again until you know your place, or I’ll rip out your tongue.”
A silence descended, incomparably more still than the previous one.
“Uh, er…” Before Ainz could get a word out, Lukrut was talking.
“Thank you very much for that intense rejection! Let’s start as friends!”
“Drop dead, maggot. As if I’d be your friend! Do you want me to gouge out your eyes with a spoon?”
Peter and Ainz looked away from the back-and-forth and bowed to each other.
“…I’m sorry my friend is causing trouble.”
“…Not at all, I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“Okay, can we say that no one has any questions?” Peter addressed the group once more, leaving out Lukrut with his goofy grin and icy Narberal. “Then let’s head out once you’re ready. Our preparations have already been made.”
At the word
preparations
, Ainz remembered something. He’d purchased the minimum necessary provisions from the innkeeper, but neither he nor Narberal required the bulky food and drink. Of course, it would be suspicious if they ate nothing, so he supposed it was necessary to some extent.
“Okay. We’ll be ready to leave once we replenish our food supply.”
“Just food? If you don’t need to buy from a particular store, the desk has nonperishables. They can get you ready in no time.”
“Oh, that sounds good. And then we can leave right away.”
“Shall we go, then?”
They all stood up and left the meeting room.
When they got back to reception, there were more adventurers around than before, and several groups had gathered around where the parchments were posted, but almost everyone was focused on one boy.
The blond youth was talking with one of the receptionists, but the other two were listening in. The atmosphere had done a complete one-eighty from the earlier bustle.
Just then, the receptionist’s mouth made a perfect O—of surprise. And her line of sight led to Ainz.
What the heck?
As Ainz wondered what was going on, the receptionist stood up and came over.
“You have been requested by name.”
At her words, the vibe in the room changed dramatically. Ainz felt the unreserved stares of numerous curious eyes. The members of the Swords of Darkness also seemed surprised.
Narberal made a slight move in response to the mysterious change in atmosphere. She was shifting just in case she had to deal with a situation, preparing for combat.
Ugh.
Narberal’s movements were bad, no matter what her reason. She may very well have been acting to protect him after detecting something off about the vibe, but it wasn’t appropriate here. Or rather, someone with common sense wouldn’t do what she was doing. Even if she was prioritizing Ainz’s safety above all else, she was being too thoughtless.
That idiot. She’s as bad as Albedo, but gah, what is she thinking? Actually, she’s probably
not
thinking. She looks down on humans, so to her it would be like stepping on some noisy bugs.
I guess it makes sense to have that attitude, since Ainz Ooal Gown is a guild made up entirely of grotesques, but there’s still a time and a place for it.
Ainz put his head in his hands. He wanted to ask his old guildmates why all their NPCs were like this.
I don’t care what kind of backstory you assign them—at least give them minimum interpersonal skills, like being able to read a room and understanding the context of their actions.
He didn’t have time to reprimand her now. But he didn’t know what would happen if people picked up on the fact that she was going into combat mode. He quickly karate-chopped her on the head—not with full strength, of course, but the pain he inflicted with his gauntleted hand had apparently been pretty serious; Narberal looked up at him, her tearful eyes taken over by surprise and confusion.
Completely ignoring her, Ainz asked the receptionist, “By who?”
The minute he’d said it he
A silence descended, incomparably more still than the previous one.
“Uh, er…” Before Ainz could get a word out, Lukrut was talking.
“Thank you very much for that intense rejection! Let’s start as friends!”
“Drop dead, maggot. As if I’d be your friend! Do you want me to gouge out your eyes with a spoon?”
Peter and Ainz looked away from the back-and-forth and bowed to each other.
“…I’m sorry my friend is causing trouble.”
“…Not at all, I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“Okay, can we say that no one has any questions?” Peter addressed the group once more, leaving out Lukrut with his goofy grin and icy Narberal. “Then let’s head out once you’re ready. Our preparations have already been made.”
At the word
preparations
, Ainz remembered something. He’d purchased the minimum necessary provisions from the innkeeper, but neither he nor Narberal required the bulky food and drink. Of course, it would be suspicious if they ate nothing, so he supposed it was necessary to some extent.
“Okay. We’ll be ready to leave once we replenish our food supply.”
“Just food? If you don’t need to buy from a particular store, the desk has nonperishables. They can get you ready in no time.”
“Oh, that sounds good. And then we can leave right away.”
“Shall we go, then?”
They all stood up and left the meeting room.
When they got back to reception, there were more adventurers around than before, and several groups had gathered around where the parchments were posted, but almost everyone was focused on one boy.
The blond youth was talking with one of the receptionists, but the other two were listening in. The atmosphere had done a complete one-eighty from the earlier bustle.
Just then, the receptionist’s mouth made a perfect O—of surprise. And her line of sight led to Ainz.
What the heck?
As Ainz wondered what was going on, the receptionist stood up and came over.
“You have been requested by name.”
At her words, the vibe in the room changed dramatically. Ainz felt the unreserved stares of numerous curious eyes. The members of the Swords of Darkness also seemed surprised.
Narberal made a slight move in response to the mysterious change in atmosphere. She was shifting just in case she had to deal with a situation, preparing for combat.
Ugh.
Narberal’s movements were bad, no matter what her reason. She may very well have been acting to protect him after detecting something off about the vibe, but it wasn’t appropriate here. Or rather, someone with common sense wouldn’t do what she was doing. Even if she was prioritizing Ainz’s safety above all else, she was being too thoughtless.
That idiot. She’s as bad as Albedo, but gah, what is she thinking? Actually, she’s probably
not
thinking. She looks down on humans, so to her it would be like stepping on some noisy bugs.
I guess it makes sense to have that attitude, since Ainz Ooal Gown is a guild made up entirely of grotesques, but there’s still a time and a place for it.
Ainz put his head in his hands. He wanted to ask his old guildmates why all their NPCs were like this.
I don’t care what kind of backstory you assign them—at least give them minimum interpersonal skills, like being able to read a room and understanding the context of their actions.
He didn’t have time to reprimand her now. But he didn’t know what would happen if people picked up on the fact that she was going into combat mode. He quickly karate-chopped her on the head—not with full strength, of course, but the pain he inflicted with his gauntleted hand had apparently been pretty serious; Narberal looked up at him, her tearful eyes taken over by surprise and confusion.
Completely ignoring her, Ainz asked the receptionist, “By who?”
The minute he’d said it he
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