Overlord Light Novel Volume 13 Afterword, Credits and Character Sheets


Overlord Volume 13 Afterword, Credits and Character Sheets

Thank you for your hard work, dear readers who have made it all the way
here. The hand you held the book with must be feeling heavy, no?
I’m sure you must all have felt the fear of dropping a book on your face
when reading while lying down.
Volume 13 is the first Overlord book in history with a pagecount well in
excess of 500. What did you think of the contents? I would be happy
if even a small portion of the readers felt it was interesting.
However, in truth, it might have been better to split it up into a second and
third part instead. Reading the whole thing from start to finish
really taxes the brains. Reading chapters 4, 5 and then the
intermission before going to sleep might be a better pace. How did
you read it, everyone? Ah, a major advantage of dividing it into two
books would be the opportunity to enjoy more of so bin-san’s lovely
Still, this won’t happen again, so there’s no point thinking about it.
While I kept saying I want to cut the page count, the length of this book
ended up being really rough. As page count increases, all the
associated work takes more time too, and the schedule keeps slipping.
The probability of wrong words also increases, so it seems like there
are pretty much no upsides to it.
Next time, I’d like to write a book that’s easier on both the author
and the audience.
Now then, while I did say the next volume is in 2019, I’m planning to
write something very long before that, so I don’t know how things
will actually turn out. Relaxing and waiting helps a lot. The third
season of the anime will also come out during that time, so I hope
you’ll all enjoy it.
But in truth, I’ve pretty much run out of things to put into the
afterword. In the past, when I was a reader and saw the author say he
didn’t know what to write, I would think “just write whatever you
want”. Now that I’m in the same situation, I can understand what
they had to deal with. What would you all write if you were in my
position? Honestly… the idea that I don’t need to write these
afterwords any more is starting to grow on me!
Now then, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me with this volume. I
look forward to working with you in future.
April Maruyama Kugane
Squire of the Holy Kingdom Liberation Army
Prime estate in Hoburns (her family home)
– 2 lv
Archer 3 lv
2 lv
4 lv
1st day of the Upper Wind Month
Telling everyone about how wonderful the Sorcerer King is
Since her character has changed radically, she will be re-introduced. She
lost levels from dying, but at the same time she gained levels from
surviving the war. Her current character build is the result of
losing levels in Servant. She has many incompatible class levels, but
given her experiences, this was the only way she could have turned
out, no? Neia has not yet realised that she is using a special
ability to guide the thoughts of others (AKA brainwashing).
Currently, her ability only works on people with emotional trauma,
but Neia’s words can save them.
of an angel, heart of a demon
Highest-ranked priestess in the Holy Kingdom and the head of the
priest corps.
Prime estate in Hoburns (her family home)
– ?lv
Priest – ? lv
– ? lv
11th day of the Upper Water Month
Observing people (both the good and bad implications)
In terms of pure divine spellcasting ability, she is the most powerful
in the region, surpassing even Blue Rose in that respect. However,
this is a national secret, so almost nobody knows about it. She
cherishes her family and her best friend (Calca), and she is more
aggressive towards people hostile to them than her sister, and she
even enacts ruthless, cruel revenge on them at times. She is almost
always seen with a smile on her face, but that is little more than a
facade. She is always looking for a chance to bring down the nobles
who are Calca’s enemies, and one can call her the most frightening
woman in the Holy Kingdom.
kind prince
Royalty of the Holy Kingdom
Hoburns Royal Palace
– ?lv
– ? lv
Noble (normal) – ? lv
27th day of the Lower Fire Month
Reading (he seems to like history in particular)
is an excellent individual, and after realising he could not surpass
his even more outstanding sister, he equipped himself with the
knowledge to survive in noble society. He had no interest in
conflicts over the bloodline, so he ended up yielding his birthright
to his little sister. While he does not regret that decision, whether
or not he truly accepts his sister’s actions remains in question.
In truth, if he had become the Holy King, he would have been better
suited to the throne thanks to his willingness to perform underhanded
actions. He is is one of the rare few members of the royal family
that Kelart does not hate.
pains are just something you get used to
Deputy commander of the Holy Kingdom Liberation Army
Prime estate in Hoburns
– ?lv
Knight – ? lv
(normal) – ? lv
27th day of the Lower Wind Month
He likes small animals
Of the two vice-captains of the paladin corps, his sword skills are
inferior, and as a result he is closer to the common man than the
other one (though he’s still strong enough that an ordinary person
could never defeat him). He gets stomach pains often, but he is very
grateful for the fact that magic can cure that easily, so he is
thinking of learning divine magic. He bought a house so that he could
let his pet Bunnias — which are rabbits that look like squirrels —
run free. His pets’ names are Milshe-chan and Amonna-chan, and they
are important beings that soothe his weary soul.
Amethyst Body
Prince of the Zern
One of the thousand sinkholes in the northern Abelion Hills
Lord (racial) – ? Lv
(Five Elements User) – ? Lv
Master – ? lv
98th of Winter
Listening to stories.
His race has very few males. Therefore, any males who are born are
immediately elevated to royalty. Due to their great importance, they
are not allowed outside their nests, and it is quite normal for them
to spend their lives in a state of house arrest. Thanks to being
praised constantly by the masses, he has developed great confidence
in his body, to the point of narcissism. Incidentally, his species
type is not an error. The Zern have a racial weakness wherein they
are affected by spells that are only effective against specific
races, hence their mis-classification as demihumans. They are
actually heteromorphs.
a magic swordsman, he was the type who switched between swords and
spells. However, he was a jack of all trades but a master of none, so
during the guild’s glory days, he was often a second-choice pick as
a party member. That said, he was good in a fight, and his ability as
a gamer was quite high. In the real world, he learned some ominous
information about the megacorporations which ruled the world and was
killed in an accident to seal his lips. The information he possessed
made its way into the hands of a certain someone.
13 could not have been translated into English without the help of
the tremendously industrious workers on Baidu, who sacrificed their
time, sleep and health to turn 552 pages of Maruyama’s prose into
Chinese, which I could process much faster. Without further ado,
these are the people who made it possible.



Overlord Light Novel Volume 13 Epilogue


After the Sorcerer King’s victory, things had become very simple. The demihumans had already lost the will to fight, so all that was left was to mop them up. There were practically no casualties from the Holy kingdom, but the ground was littered with demihuman corpses.

Now that the enemy general Jaldabaoth had been defeated, nobody could stand in the way of the Holy Kingdom Liberation Army.

Recapturing the city of Prart and the capital city of Hoburns was practically instantaneous.

It would take a while longer to free the city of Rimun, which was further west, and there were still people suffering in villages which had been converted to detention camps, but this was already a big step.

The liberated capital was filled with joyous sounds, and their ardor had not abated even after the entire day. In fact, it had actually become livelier.

However, the brass — Neia included — knew that there was still a veritable mountain of problems to be dealt with.

The first issue was food. The demihumans had eaten everything and caused a shortage of food. It would surely hamper the progress of the Holy Kingdom in the future.

The next was the loss of life. The loss of the workforce was still tolerable. However, if the deceased were skilled craftspersons, scholars or people who might one day become them, then the loss of knowledge would be a fatal blow to the nation.

And then there was the matter of resources. The demihumans had plundered and destroyed many things, and rebuilding all that would take a lot of resources.

Finally, there was the matter of time. The demihumans had taken a full two seasons during their invasion, and they would need to work twice as hard to make up for the loss.

And of course, there might be demihumans lurking within the Holy Kingdom. They would need to be rooted out and exterminated.

The location of most of the loot taken by the demihumans — valuables and magic items — were unclear. The demihumans all had separate cultures of their own, so adorning themselves with precious metals and collecting human wealth was hardly a strange thing, However, the strange thing was that there was no clue at all as to where those things had been taken. That was because they had been completely unable to track the enemy’s transport units.

Still, however many problems lay ahead of them, there would be people who felt that it would be fine if they could lose themselves in frank and honest revelry. They would need a short break before the painful days to come, and Neia agreed on that point as well.

However, she could not do that today. She could not lose herself in celebration on this day.

The reason for that was because it was a day of parting.

It was a very painful day.

There was a lone carriage stopped in front of the royal capital’s main gate, on the eastern side of the city. In contrast to the carriage’s plain exterior, Neia knew that its interior was lavishly and meticulously fitted, and its performance was also excellent. In particular its seats did not hurt the bottom even after long periods spent sitting on them.


It was the carriage Neia had been allowed to share with the Sorcerer King when he had come to the Holy Kingdom.

In other words, today was the day when the Sorcerer King would leave the Holy Kingdom and return to his own country.

Originally, it would not have been a surprise to see a carriage of the Sorcerous Kingdom surrounded by demihumans. The Sorcerer King had united the Abelion Hills and brought many of the demihumans under his banner during the battle with Jaldabaoth. That said, there were none of them in sight, because the Sorcerer King had allowed them all to return to the hills.

This was not a matter of the past few days. He had let them return after the final battle with Jaldabaoth had ended.

When she had asked the reason for that, she had received the answer, “You must hate being with the demihumans, don’t you?” Such was his sympathy for the people of the Holy Kingdom.

Neia was deeply moved.

He had considered the mental state of the Holy Kingdom and let his own soldiers return home, saying that they would travel in the company of the soldiers of the Holy Kingdom, who were from another nation. This was by no means ordinary behavior for the ruler of a nation.

Indeed, unless it were the King of Kings — the magnanimous Sorcerer King.

Neia’s group of like-minded supporters were also deeply moved.

Therefore, when Neia and her comrades had taken it upon themselves to become the Sorcerer King’s honor guard, nobody could bring themselves to protest. Of course, there was almost no more fighting, so for the most part they simply moved with the Sorcerer King, but the faces of her comrades were still fresh in Neia’s memories.

She remembered their joy at being able to walk with the person who had saved them, the glorious feeling of being able to accompany the hero who had defeated Jaldabaoth, and then the bliss of being allowed to stand by the side of the king they so admired. Their faces all blended these differing emotions.

They were nowhere in sight today.

All she could see were the walls and the main gate of the Holy Kingdom’s capital, and then the street leading to Prart — which continued on to the Sorcerous Kingdom.

“Are you going back today, Your Majesty? The people are all abuzz with joy after the liberation of the royal capital. I feel it would not be out of place to have Your Majesty join us for the next few days, in a thanksgiving festival for the person who did the biggest part of taking back the capital….”

She had asked that question several times in the past. She would probably get the answer she knew she would receive, that he was heading home. Even so, she still had to ask it again. It was probably the incompetent side of Neia showing.

“Ahh, I’ll be returning to the Sorcerous Kingdom today. I’m not confident in my ability to deal with ceremonies.”

As the Sorcerer King muttered to himself, he made a very exaggerated movement, like a comical shrugging of his shoulders, perhaps because he knew Neia would feel distressed if she took his words to heart.

He really is bad at making jokes.

“Surely you jest, Your Majesty.”

“Umu, well, yes I was, I was just kidding. Yes, kidding… In truth, I’ve done everything I came here to do. Thus, there is no need for me to stay here. I also need to guide the development of the Sorcerous Kingdom, in my capacity as its king. If I leave the throne for long, Prime Minister Albedo will nag me.”

Neia’s mind conjured up the visage of the world-class beauty she had seen but once. She was a woman whose beauty made her unforgettable.

Surely she can’t be that scary when she gets mad… or is she scary when she gets mad because she’s beautiful? While I don’t think that’s what His Majesty meant, it’s a little hard to imagine someone as pretty as that getting angry. Still… I’m envious…

Being allowed to speak to him like that, because she was close to him, was something that Neia desperately wanted, yet could not ask for, which made her very envious. How happy would Neia be if she heard the Sorcerer King she so respected tell others “Neia will scold me” or something like that?

The Sorcerer King’s decision to go had been a sudden thing, and there had been nobody to send him off. It was as though he were a sad and lonely person.

“I already told Caspond-denka that it would be troublesome if the festival was too lavish. This nation will be facing a lot of difficulties from now on. Rather than waste resources and manpower on sending me off, I’d rather have them use it on rebuilding the country.”

“Your Majesty…”

Why do you have to go back?

If she clung to his thigh and made a big scene, she could probably delay his return to his nation by a week.

While she keenly felt the desire to do so, she bore with it. She could not act spoilt around the most merciful Sorcerer King.

“Ah, it’s not because I want to act like some kind of big shot, ah, it’s just that this country really has nothing left, yes…wealth and the like, while I’d thought of asking them to leave a bit more… What I mean to say is, ah yes, I would like you all to not mind me and keep working hard. Also… look, the stability of your country will be good for the Sorcerous Kingdom too, as neighbours. There’ll be trade between us and so on in the future, yes.”

So he had sensed what Neia was thinking, and he was fumbling to comfort her. While he was typically very cool and stylish, he was now speaking in an unreliable way.

“Thank you very much, Your Majesty.”

“Oh? Hm, don’t, don’t worry about it. I came to this country for Jaldabaoth’s maids, after all. And now–” The Sorcerer King patted CZ — who had been standing beside him all this time, as though she were trying to mask her presence — on the back. “–And now I have them, so it was worth coming to this country.”

The Sorcerer King had gained CZ — the maid demon — with his own strength. Neia and everyone who shared her beliefs felt the same way.

There had been discussions about what they would give to him, but someone had mentioned that since he was a king, having someone who did not represent the country giving him a present would instead be very rude, and so the plan had fallen through.

At the very least, Neia had hoped that Caspond would make some concessions on a natural level, or sign a treaty which was unfavorable to the Holy Kingdom.

“…If you so desire, I can cast a grand spell that can only be used once every year to resurrect your parents, you know?”

“Thank you very much, Your Majesty, but — there is no need for that.”

During the liberation of the capital city, one of the prisoners had witnessed Neia’s mother fall in battle. Given that person’s story of how inspiring she had been as she fought, surely she would not mind if she was not resurrected.

In addition, it was said that resurrection spells required extremely valuable materials as a material component, and Neia would be hard-pressed to afford those. Perhaps the most merciful Sorcerer King might supply them for free, but she could not keep relying on the Sorcerer King’s largesse for her own sake. However, it would seem the demihumans had disposed of the corpse, so she could not even bid her a final farewell, which was quite sad.

“Talking for long will only make the parting hurt more. I ought to be going soon. CZ, is there anything you want to tell Miss Baraja?”


“Alright! Goodbye!”

CZ extended a hand to Neia, who shook it.

And then, the two of them let go without any further ado.

“…Are the two of you alright with this?”

“…It’ll be… fine.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I see. Then — we’re going, CZ.”
As the Sorcerer King put one foot on the step leading up to his carriage, he turned back to address Neia.

“…This country will experience many difficulties in the future, but… I’m sure you’ll be able to work hard and pull through. I hope to see you again.”


Just as the Sorcerer King was about to enter his carriage, Neia looked at his back and could not stop herself from shouting:”

“Majesty! Your Majesty!”

The Sorcerer King paused on the step of his carriage and looked back. Neia gulped, worked up her courage, and asked in a trembling voice:

“Ah, excuse me! Could I, could I call you Ainz-sama!?”

The cheek of her. Surely she, as a commoner from another nation, would be scolded for daring to address him in such a familiar fashion.

“…Eh? Ahh, yes, you may… call me anything you want.”

“Thank you very much.”

She bowed deeply to the magnanimous king of another nation, and by the time she raised her head, it was CZ’s turn to board the carriage.

“Take care, CZ-sempai!”


CZ stuck out her thumb, and then she vanished into the carriage.

Perhaps it had sensed the two of them had boarded, but the horse whinnied and trotted off.

“–Then, Your Majesty!”

As she watched the carriage move off, Neia could no longer hide her tears as she shouted:

“Long live His Majesty the Sorcerer King!”

She was not the only one shouting at the top of her voice.

There was more than one gate in the royal capital. Her fellow believers had sneakily gathered together and then they had popped up outside the gate to loudly wish the Sorcerer King prosperity and happiness.

“Long may he live!”

“Long may he live!”

“Long may he live!”

At the same time, they scattered the flowers they had struggled so hard to collect.

The carriage carried on amidst all this.

It was hardly a fitting send off for the man who had saved the Holy Kingdom. Even so, it was the best effort from Neia and the people who understood how she felt.

The carriage shrank in her tear-dimmed vision.

Neia sobbed.

She felt so lonely now.

She wanted the Sorcerer King and CZ to ask “Would you like to come to the Sorcerous Kingdom?” If they had asked that, Neia might have abandoned everything to go with them.

But they had not.

She hated it.

In the end, Neia had been nothing more than a squire for his brief stay in this country.

All manner of negative emotions roiled up inside her.

However — that was wrong.

In Neia’s ears echoed the words which the Sorcerer King had said.
…This country will experience many difficulties in the future, but… I’m sure you’ll be able to work hard and pull through. I hope to see you again.

In other words, he had expectations for Neia.

Something like, though the Holy Kingdom is in chaos, I’m sure Neia could pull the country together, or something.

It had felt like a long time, but also a very short time, but it had changed her life tremendously — and now it was over. However, this was only the beginning. There were many things she had to do.

For starters, she had to repay the Sorcerer King’s kindness with her actions.

Then, she would need to rebuild this country. Justice and evil. Neia had never really understood what the two of them meant, but now she could hold her chest high and answer.

The Sorcerer King was justice, she would answer. And being weak was a sin. The important thing was to work hard to be strong, and so on.

Neia had to spread the truths she had learned throughout the Holy Kingdom.

“Baraja-sama, please wipe your tears.”

It was Beldran.

At a closer look, his eyes were also red. Perhaps he had wiped his own tears before coming to Neia’s side, but his voice was still trembling, so he had clearly wept recently.


Neia forcefully wiped her tears away, just like how CZ had first wiped her face.

“Baraja-sama. The people who witnessed that battle all want to hear about the Sorcerer King. Many more have come with their families in tow.”

“I understand. Tell them that His Majesty — Ainz-sama is a truly noble king, and also about CZ.”
Neia looked straight ahead.

“Goodbyes really are depressing. However — Everyone! Let’s go! Let us spread the truth — that His Majesty is justice — to more people!”


Over 3’000 people shouted in unison by way of reply, and then they fell into step behind Neia.


The carriage moved on.

The long project was finally over. Ainz had never experienced it himself, but this must have been what it felt like to be an expatriate. Even if he had returned to Nazarick from time to time, this might have been the first time he had been away from it for so long.

He had thrown the matter of ruling the demihumans of the Abelion Hills to Albedo, and he had handed the entirety of the Holy Kingdom’s future affairs to Demiurge.

In other words, Ainz had taken the weight off his shoulders. He sighed, subtly enough that CZ — who was sitting opposite him — did not notice. While he had simplified Demiurges’s script halfway through, the fatigue from all the complicated events until that point had not yet been fully eliminated. However, he did feel the sense of relaxation which came from solving a previously insoluble problem.

That said, after returning to Nazarick — E-Rantel, rather — he would need to carefully and slowly take care of the work he had put off for the past two seasons. Once, he had put his stamp on documents in a slapdash manner, trusting that Albedo had already looked them over, only to be told, “Truly, this snap decision-making is only possible for Ainz-sama. I am filled with respect”. Ainz had wondered whether that assessment of him was sarcastic or not.

Indeed. It was not because he had work waiting for him that he had not used [Gate] — which could take him back in an instant.

Definitely not.

There were ways to teleport to places one had not seen before, but it was still too early for that. It would do no good to show his hand. Of course, the Hanzo on the carriage had said nothing, and the anti-divination spell he had cast had not been triggered. It was a clear sign that nobody was monitoring Ainz and the others, but there might be methods which Ainz did not know about.

If there’s enough time, we can wait until we reach a less visible place before teleporting, Ainz thought.

Indeed. It was definitely not because he wanted to keep away from those documents he could not understand no matter how many times he read them.

Still, if there was a problem–

CZ hasn’t said anything since she got on the carriage…

Neia had been that way too, but he always felt restless when he shared a carriage with someone else and they remained quiet. He could casually mention something if the other party were a man, but he would have to watch his words since she was female.

Can’t you say something, CZ? That thought had been in Ainz’s mind ever since the beginning. Regretfully, it did not seem like it would be happening anytime soon. Finally, Ainz was no longer able to bear the silence, and after preparing himself for the worst, he spoke.

“CZ, how do you feel about leaving Nazarick to work on your own? Do you have any questions or suggestions for the future?”

He would start by listening to a report from his subordinate, who had been busy with work when she had been sent out for an errand.

While he was not good at speaking to women, it was fine when he imagined them as female coworkers.

“…I think… worked hard.”

“Is that so. You have worked very hard.”

That was the end of the conversation. It was dead and gone.

Even if he waited a little longer, he ought not to expect CZ to carry on.

Once the words “worked hard” were mentioned, it was very difficult to follow on from there. She had not answered the question about having any questions or future suggestions.

That said, these thoughts of his were merely the shallow contemplations of a superior. He ought to be thinking since she worked hard, all I have to do is wait for the results. There were also benefits in doing so. That was because the implication was that nothing had happened which might cause a problem or become an issue.

However, CZ continued speaking.

“…It’s hard to think on your own and then take action…”

“Indeed, that is the case.”

CZ had been working in Nazarick all this time, and all she had done was take instructions and carry them out. However, he had only given her rough instructions this time, and then the actions she took based on the decisions she made within the scope of those instructions were her first task. For all he knew, that might have been too broad for her. Perhaps he should have started by giving her a simpler task, but Ainz also knew that CZ had given him concrete results.

“Still, it’s hardly unusual for the Pleiades to go outside for their work. The fact that the maid demons are now the Sorcerer King’s minions has spread from the Holy Kingdom to the other nations by now. This was a good experience. But giving vague instructions was a bad idea. Just as I thought, the person giving orders has to make them clear–”

At this point, Ainz sensed that he was digging his own grace. As the pinnacle of Nazarick, Ainz was the most likely to give out orders.

I can’t possibly come up with concrete action plans. Or rather, if I come up with shallow plans, Albedo and Demiurge will frown on me!

“–should draw up plans that emphasize adapting to the situation, and a certain degree of undefined space are fine too. As I thought, it’s the person on the ground who knows best!”

“…Yes. I learned a lot more compared to just following instructions.”

“Ahh, indeed, just so. I’m very glad you understand this, how it feels.”

Ainz scratched his head as he went “Umu”, but then as he realised the difference in competency between CZ and himself — whose nonexistent stomach ached when he had read Demiurge’s reports — he wept softly in his heart.

“Speaking of which,” Ainz decided to change the subject. If he went on, he might only end up shocking himself more. “It seems you and Miss Baraja got along very well. It felt like a shame that we had to part.”

“…I like her…”

“–Really!? That’s wonderful!”

Ainz’s expression of joy was genuine.

While Suzuki Satoru had not had children before, anyone would feel like a parent when one heard that a child who had no friends had made friends for the first time.

Ah, I’m glad I resurrected her… hm? What does liking her mean… don’t tell me she’s not a friend, but more like a sex toy…

“…Can I assume that you are friends?”

CZ briefly bowed her head in thought, but in the end she replied with a “…yes.”

Ainz was filled with delight. However that explosion of joy was promptly negated.

While he was unhappy about that, the thought that this might be the first time someone from Nazarick had made a friend outside brought a trickle of joy to his heart.

Most of the people in Nazarick did not leave it, so they did not make friends outside. Perhaps if he let the other members go outside regularly, they would be able to make good friendships.

Ainz did not think that people with friends were superior to others. However, thinking that one did not needs friends was also not correct.

Still it was always better to have the chance to make friends than not.

I had my friends from Ainz Ooal Gown. In that case, it might be good to let the other members go outside and give them free time to interact with others… especially Mare and Aura. No, it’s also possible that giving them all some time on their birthday is… umu.

“Have you arranged to meet Neia again?”

“…No…too far…”

“Ahh! No need to worry about that. I’ve already marked this place as a teleport point. You can go and have fun whenever you want. You can use [Gate] as you wisht, so there’s no need to be shy. Mm.”

“…If I’m free… please let me do so…”

“That’s right! Free… I’ll give you free time. I’ve been thinking about a holiday plan for some time now. I should give the Pleiades vacation time too. Wouldn’t it be good to go out and have fun with the others? I’ve arranged to have you placed under me, so it should be fine.”

CZ thought briefly about it, and then shook her head.

“…It’ll cause problems.”

“Problems, you say…”

What does that mean? Problems for Neia? Or will it keep her from having fun with Neia? Or is it because the other members won’t approve…

“Well, if it causes problems then it can’t be helped. You’ll have to go on your own, CZ. Speaking of which, let me change the topic. Miss Baraja’s parents are both dead. Is that alright?”

Neia Baraja’s parents were both dead. If she had asked him, he felt that it would be alright to resurrect them. If doing so would make her even more grateful–

No, that’s not right.

In truth, resurrecting Neia’s parents was not a very lucrative matter. It was plain to see that Neia was sufficiently grateful to him. In that case, there was no need to continue scoring points with her. In addition, Wands of Resurrection were very expensive, so he wanted to save them, if possible. If Pestonya and the others were to use resurrection spells, then she would require gold coins or jewels or other valuables in exchange.

In truth, there were practically no benefits to be gained.

However, it would be a different matter if it were CZ’s friend. I wouldn’t mind giving CZ’s friend benefits like that.

Because she seemed close to CZ, he had asked her questions — both Neia as well as CZ — to judge their reactions.

“..It’s alright… Special treatment isn’t good.”

“Really? It would make an excellent present… in that case… well, that’s it, then.”

In truth, resurrecting the dead — especially incomplete corpses — could prove very troublesome. The scenario he saw most often went something like “How come you could do it for him and not for me?” Also, it would be troublesome if he was asked to resurrect the Holy Queen. Granted, Demiurge could probably handle the situation if he did resurrect the Holy Queen, but the demerits outweighed the advantages.

If you want to play, how about reading that book? Would that be alright?”

“…It’s fine…it’s in the Doctor’s room.”

CZ possessed knowledge on all of Nazarick’s mechanisms. That was too dangerous, and she would not be able to leave Nazarick like this, Therefore he had used [Control Amnesia] to edit her memories.
希丝拥有纳萨力克内部所有机关的知识。这样下去太危险了,也没办法像这次这样出到纳萨力克的外面。因此用<记忆操作>[Control Amnesia]来改动过了。

CZ’s knowledge of those mechanisms had been part of the backstory her creator had made for her. While he did not know if the spell could work on such things, after manipulating her, he found that the spell had worked as intended.

That was a technique Ainz had developed after repeated experiments on a lab rat he had obtained. It felt like he could do incredible things once he mastered it.

The reason for that was because Ainz had the feeling he might be able to access the core of the NPCs. What exactly were the NPC backstories, the origin of their memories? Still, that was ultimately the product of Ainz’s imagination, and it was very likely that they were completely unrelated. If he wanted to sort that out, he would need to further understand the spell, and understand everything to do with the human memory. In that case, he would need a lot of lab rats and decades to practice and research with, as well as preparing himself for the possibility that it might all be a waste of time.

Still, CZ had currently been implanted with incorrect memories, so to some extent, she was a trap.

Anyone trying to use CZ to enter Nazarick would surely suffer.

“The Doctor… hm? Can those CZs move?”

“…If the time comes.”

Aren’t they just mechanisms, then? Ainz wanted to say that, but he did not. It was just like how Santa Claus’ real face was hidden under a veil of mystery.

While he had never visited Suzuki Satoru’s home in his memories, he had come to visit in YGGDRASIL–

Although, they were actually the devs.

As Ainz laughed forlornly, he noticed CZ looking intently at him, and so he said, “I was just talking to myself.”

“…Your Majesty.”


“…Your Majesty/”

“…What is it, CZ?”

She had addressed him by his name in the past, but now she had suddenly switched to using his formal address. That slightly — or rather, greatly — disturbed Ainz.

“…Been too familiar all this time… is that how it was?”

“What, what are you saying? I’d feel sad if you called me Your Majesty. Ainz-sama will do. Frankly speaking, you don’t even need the -sama. How about Ainz-san?”

“…That would be rude. I’d get scolded.”

“..Oh, I see. Well, you don’t need to call me Your Majesty, at least.”

“…Got it.”

“Oh yes, how about the Runecraft™ thing that I told you about over the [Message]?”

“…I tried.”

“I see…”

It would see it had not gone well. Still, it ought not to be a problem even if it failed.

Still, maybe I should wait to return the items I lent, Ainz mused idly as he watched CZ.

When he had left, he had shared his carriage with a girl who kept glaring at him. On his way back, it was a girl with a blank face. Both of them were unique in their own way.

As Ainz thought about this, he smiled.


Caspond looked outside from the deepest part of the royal palace — the Holy King’s chambers.

His coronation would be in a few days. Therefore, he had come to this empty room — including the break room beside this one — to calm his thoughts.

The first person who would complain, and who would not mind her words was Remedios. She was currently meditating in her home. No, it would not be right to say she was meditating. Rather, she was gathering her strength at home. That was because he intended to send her to see if there were any more demihumans hiding within the Holy Kingdom.

That said, he had still moved to the Holy King’s room before the coronation had finished. This was a very good reason for Caspond’s enemies to attack him. He had insisted on doing so even though he knew that because the power struggles had already begin.

The aim was to establish the facts before the anti-Caspond nobles could say anything. Given that Caspond did not quite understand noble society, the ability to tell friend from foe was quite convenient. That too was part of the plan.

“…I’m sure some of the nobles must be unhappy by how I took the throne without making arrangements with the other nobles. That’s particularly true for the Southerners — the ones which he did not oppress. In that case, what will the Northerners I fought with think if I listened to them…”

“They would surely be unhappy, and become a major divisive factor. That way, the plan to divide the country in two will be complete.

Caspond’s self-directed mutterings received an answer.

It was a gentle voice that seemed to seep into the heart. It belonged to the entity which was Caspond’s superior.

Caspond immediately turned and knelt to the speaker. He bowed, and then raised his head.

“I bid you welcome, Demiurge-sama.”

He was not wearing his mask, and he had not changed his appearance before showing up. In other words, he was certain that this place was safe.

“I am here in order to move items back to Nazarick. Are there any problems?”

“None at all. Everything has gone as you have planned, Demiurge-sama.”

Caspond smiled, and Demiurge returned it.

“While there were some things which were beyond my expectations, the first phase of the plan has concluded without any problems, thanks to Ainz-sama’s actions. I look forward to your good performance in the future.”

Caspond’s head was bowed, but he knew those words were not true.

Demiurge expected nothing of him. However, if he was about to jump the rails which had been laid for him, he would immediately jump in to correct the plan and keep it on track.

He ought to have prepared several plans for revealing Caspond’s true identity. His instructions had included several items which made him wonder why he had to do these them. Those must have been intended to prepare for that moment.

The first phase of the plan was to bring the Abelion Hills and the demihumans under the sway of the Sorcerous Kingdom. Before that, they would exterminate the troublesome species and then plant the seeds of a conflict between the Northern and Southern Holy Kingdom.

After that, Caspond would be in charge of the second phase, which was to bring North and South into opposition, and then conflict.

The final, third phase would be to have the Sorcerous Kingdom step in to take over everything.

“… I have a question regarding the item needed for that, the body of this one. Will you keep it here?”

“There is no need for that. It has already been brought to Nazarick. When it is necessary for the plan, it can be brought here.”

The true Caspond’s body was wrapped in an item known as a Shroud of Sleep, and it had apparently been brought to Nazarick.
正牌卡斯邦登的尸体被安息裹尸布[Shroud of Sleep]这个道具所包住,似乎是送到了纳萨力克了。

This magic item could arrest the decay of a corpse. He had been neatly killed with instant death magic upon capture, and his body had been preserved before rigor mortis could set in. If one touched it, one could still feel traces of his body heat. With that corpse, one would simply assume he had died all of a sudden.

“Allow me to verify something. Do you understand what you ought to do, as Holy King?”

“Yes. In order to make this a country worthy of Ainz-sama, I must make it prosperous.

“Mm, just so. However, you must keep the people unhappy. After all, dissatisfaction is the best spice to welcome a new king.”

“Yes,“ Doppel-Caspond replied. Then he asked Demiurge about a problem that had not been described in his plan.

“Speaking of which, what should we do about that girl?”

That was all Demiurge needed to realise who Doppel-Caspond was talking about, and for the first time his smile came from the heart.

“I once used the word ‘unfathomable’ to describe Ainz-sama… indeed, that is the case. Ainz-sama has prepared an excellent pawn for me. Her existence has accelerated my plan by several years.”

Doppel-Caspond had the feeling that Demiurge’s eyes — he could not tell exactly where he was looking — had suddenly moved. They seemed to be looking at the wall. And over there is… on that topic Caspond remembered that it was the main gate of the capital.

“While he had said he wanted to enthrall humans to his side… to think he could actually make a girl like that in such a staunchly religious country. Although, I have no idea why he said it would be fine to kill even a girl to whom he had lent such a splendid Runecraft™ weapon, no doubt it must have been to force her into a mental state like that.

Demiurge seemed to be in a very good mood, and he did not seem to be telling this to anyone in particular. Caspond merely waited in silence for Demiurge to turn his attention back to himself.

“The instruction to help that girl was truly the right answer. No, if it were Ainz-sama, he would surely be able to correct anything that I did. While he did say in the past that he planned to introduce flaws into the plan to test my adaptability, to think he had laid such cunning plans… he is truly the one who united the Supreme Beings. Every time, he shows me how far I am from him… Kuku, what a cruel master he is.”

Demiurge seemed profoundly moved as he shook his head, and the interior of the room was silent. Finally, Demiurge adjusted his collar, as if to bleed off the last of his excitement, and then tightened his tie.

“Support Neia Baraja with everything at your disposal. Do so in the name of giving thanks to Ainz-sama. That ought to further accelerate the conflict between North and South… I will soon hand you plans on what to do if someone tries to interfere with that girl. Until then, act as we have discussed.”

“Yes! …But what will become of that girl? Do you intend to make her the next Holy King?”

In that case, he would need to make the appropriate preparations. That said, Demiurge had said he would be giving him exact instructions, so it would be best to do as he was told.

“That’s not a bad idea too, but it would be better to give her another mission. While there is no telling if Ainz-sama wishes to be regarded as a god, if he does intend that, then it would be better to prepare for it. The experiment of worshipping Ainz-sama as a god will surely be useful in that case.”


“Now then, is there anything else you would like to take this chance to verify?”

“Yes. It concerns that woman who is no longer necessary, Remedios Custodio. While the original plan was to have her run around as needed, would it not be better to kill her off?”

“No, just keep her alive and let her become a scapegoat for the nobles’ dissatisfaction. That was why I said she was the only one who was not to be killed. Transfer her to another department. Let the Vice-Captain become the Captain of the Paladin Corps and then make use of him. He can be put to meaningful work.”

“I understand!”

“Deal with her when the conflict becomes evident.”

After showing that he understood, Demiurge indicated that the conversation was over, and vanished with [Greater Teleportation]

The demon hiding in his Shadow, and the Hanzo that Caspond could never defeat no matter what he tried were still at his disposal.

Doppel-Caspond rose to his feet and looked outside the window again.

While he could only see the courtyard, he imagined he could see the revelling people throughout the city. After that, he laughed mockingly.

“–Enjoy the taste of happiness for a while longer, citizens of my country.”