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Overlord - Chapter 19
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Bellote, the leader of the mythril adventurer team the Celestial Wolves, opened the door to the Adventurers Guild. He was met immediately with looks of reverence and admiration. Bellote was used to that. Compared to a month ago, however, there was a little less heat in their gazes. Well, there’s no helping that…
He looked over the requests up on the board. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any mythril jobs available. Of course, there weren’t that many jobs that only mythril plates could take. But this situation wasn’t due to that. There was someone cleaning up all the jobs mythril level and higher.
“…Mr. Momon, huh?” Bellote uttered the name in a tone tinged with complaint. It was the name of a man who slaughtered a supposedly powerful vampire about a month ago.
He hadn’t actually watched the fight, but anyone who’d seen the aftermath could grasp what a fierce, bitter, life-or death struggle it had been; he wasn’t surprised Igvarge and the other members of Kralgra had gotten wiped out in it. Anyone who participated in that fight would have died as a matter of course.
When the magic sealed in the crystal was unleashed, the earth in a wide area had been blackened. Part of it had even turned to a desert. The surprising thing was that if they hadn’t done that, they couldn’t have beaten the vampire. And—“They came back alive…” The ones who had returned victorious were paradoxically, to Bellote who was no match for them, bigger monsters than the vampire had been.
He was so strong he had to respect him by saying “Mister.”
As he was thinking about the overwhelmingly powerful adventurer, the door opened, and a buzz went through the guild like a gust of wind. Though he had an idea what the commotion was for, he turned in the direction the others were looking. He saw exactly who he thought he would—the one everyone in town was talking about, the Dark Hero Momon. He had two giant swords on his back and an uncommon beauty behind him.
“Armor where every piece is made with adamantite… I wonder how much that costs.” The ultra-top-class full plate armor, from which his nickname was derived, had been badly damaged when he’d returned from the fight. It had had burns and claw gashes, but now the raven-black armor was fine. It reflected the light and gleamed with no tarnish—the wizards’ guild had mobilized all its members to repair it.
The plate hanging against his chest indicated a living legend, the admiration of adventurers, the weak humans’ last resort who would protect them from the stronger races—adamantite. His achievements couldn’t be contained under orichalcum—a rank so high there had never been an orichalcum adventurer in E-Rantel.
With the appearance of the kind of hero told about in stories, enthusiasm at the Adventurers Guild skyrocketed.
“The third adamantite adventurer team in the kingdom…”
“So that’s the ‘Dark Hero’ Momon, huh? And behind him is the ‘Beautiful Princess’ Nabe. She’s just as gorgeous as the rumors say…”
“So that forest, supposedly he’s the one who burned it up… Word on the street is he did it with martial arts.”
“Nah, no way… If he could do that with martial arts, he…wouldn’t be human!”
“You don’t think he’s just one of the few who can? Adamantites are the cream of the adventurer crop. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was an adamantite among adamantites.”
With countless admiring eyes on him, Momon walked majestically up to the counter. The adventurers who had been consulting with the receptionist made way for the highest-ranked adventurer. The expressions contained respect—and fear.
Momon spoke normally to the lady at the desk. “I finished the work I took on. Ready for the next job, so please pick something for me.”
The lady’s eyes widened for a split second. Bellote knew why. The job Momon had taken on would have been tricky even for a mythril-rank team and probably would have taken a while. He’d done it in no time.
Yes. Depending on him meant mythril-rank jobs could be cleaned up with no trouble. It was only natural. That was just the definition of the highest-ranked adventurer.
“Business is bad,” Bellote moaned. Of course, he wasn’t serious. Someone who reached mythril status, barring something crazy, would have saved up enough money to retire and live the rest of their life in leisure. Most of the adventurers in this region who reached that level were in it for reasons other than money.
“Ah, my apologies, Sir Momon. We currently don’t have any requests that would be worth your time. I’m sorry, but I hope you understand.” She stood and bowed.
“I see—” He’d been about to say something but paused abruptly. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth again. “Okay. That’s actually perfect. I remembered something I need to do, so I’ll return to my inn. If there are any urgent requests for me, please send them there. You know the place, right?”
“Yes. It’s the Golden Glimmer, correct?”
Ainz nodded, put on his crimson cape with a flourish, and set off.
As he passed, Bellote heard his voice faintly. It was so quiet he could hear it only in patches, and he had no idea what it meant.
The words Ainz had spoken that Bellote hadn’t been able to pick up were orders to display overwhelming military might in a land far away. “Order Gargantua to activate. Call Victim. As soon as Cocytus gets back, I want the floor guardians out in full force.”