Nazarick Rimuru

“Huh? Has Mr. Momo formed a team before?

Ainz, who was asked by Enfi, was stunned for a moment before responding.

“Yes, I did have a group of extremely good partners.”

Thinking of his past partners, his tone couldn’t help but become a little heavy, after all, those were the people he missed the most.

It seemed to feel Momo’s tone, and everyone present did not choose to ask, only Miss Jing held her chin and looked thoughtful.

“… They were wonderful companions, irreplaceable friends of mine, and we had countless adventures together, those days that I still can’t forget… It’s just that now, it’s all gone. ”

Yes, because of them, he learned what a group was, and at first he himself was ignored in the game, but as the silver-and-white armored knight extended his hand to him, he began to have a team, and it grew with the adventure that followed.

It is for this reason that this carries Ainz of forty-one companions. Your. Gong is the most important treasure for him.

In this strange world, even if he fights everything and destroys everything, he must protect Nazalik from the slightest damage.

“Maybe one day, Mr. Momo will be able to meet them.”

Momo’s words evoke Limuru’s memories of his past companions, even though the adventures with his companions in Limulu’s memories are slightly different from those in Momo’s mouth about apparently realistic adventures.

However, compared to the huge number of players in the game world that was once there, the information of players who came to this new world is still too little after all, and the flying squirrel guy is afraid that he did not come at all.

Momo and his companions refer to the adventurers who have adventured together in this life, and the chances of Momo succeeding in finding companions are much higher than that of Rimluta.

… That guy from the flying squirrel isn’t still working overtime now.

Or has his disappearance been discovered?

The pitch-black warrior looked down at Miss Jing, who was standing in the shade of the trees, immersed in memories.

Even though the other party was the biggest imaginary enemy of the Great Tomb at present, Miss Jing’s words spoke to his heart.

“Ah, I believe so too.”

yes, that to Ainz . Your. The name of Kyo, the king of the undead facing the world, believes so.

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watching Momo and Nabei walk to the other side with food, Limuru slowly took off her mask.

That clear eyebrow caused everyone in the pitch-black sword to exclaim, and the frivolous Lu Kelut even whistled.

“I originally thought that Miss Jing’s face had been covered with a mask because of the same image as Mr. Momo, but I didn’t expect it to be so amazing!”

“Miss Jing is really beautiful! Rukluth is so rude!

But with the reaction of everyone in the Pitch Black Sword, Enfilia first blushed for a while, and then seemed to remember something, and began to be stunned at Miss Jing’s face.

He always felt that the appearance of this long silver-blue hair and golden eyes seemed to have been talked about somewhere.

“Hahaha, look at Brother Enfei’s appearance when he sees Miss Jing, is he full, sure enough, beauty can also be used as food.”

Lu Klut’s teasing laughter made Enfilea’s face flush for a while, and then he lowered his head and began to cook in silence, not daring to look at Miss Jing again.

After all, he already has someone he likes, how can he do such an unruly thing again, and the sense of déjà vu just now has also been left behind by him.

“This mask was a gift from a friend who was important to me… So I’ll wear it all the time. He

didn’t care about everyone’s ridicule of his appearance, after all, this kind of thing had happened too many times in the past time he had traveled to the continent, and he was used to it.

Limulu sat down cross-legged to start cooking, but he had been hungry for a while, only to see that Momo was obviously not ready to eat before leaning against the tree and observing for a while.

The soup seasoned with bacon gives off a salty aroma, and the temperature becomes more suitable because it is left for a while.

Looking at Miss Jing’s crowd, who obviously wanted to concentrate on cooking and did not intend to participate in the discussion, she shifted the topic to Momo again.

They began to express their admiration for Momo’s strength.

As she spoke, Nia suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Enphirea’s expression.

“Mr. Enphilea, what’s wrong with you?”

“Ahhh…. I’m fine.

“Huh, did you fancy Nabe-chan?” Although that face looks ordinary, I have to say that the figure is really top~”

Luclut, who noticed the content of the conversation between the two, put his arm around Enphilea’s neck with a strange smile.

“Still say~

” “Luke Lute!”

Just wanted to ridicule Enfei, who was stunned when Miss Jing looked at him before, what Lu Lu Lut was about to say was interrupted by Nia.

In any case, it is a little too rude to say these things in front of the parties.

“It’s not like that!! Just hearing everyone’s previous discussion, I was a little uneasy, Mr. Momo is really very popular.

“Because the strength is really strong!”

“… Yes, the strength is really strong, even if you put aside the appearance, if the strength is so strong, it will be very popular, and the armor looks very valuable.

Enphilea’s mood began to get lower and lower.

This low mood was really very interesting, and in the spirit of caring for the juniors, Peter, the captain of the Pitch Black Sword, asked;

“Is there something going on?”

Enphilea, who was questioned, hesitated for a moment, her mouth that wanted to say and stop kept opening and closing, and her face gradually turned red.

“… After that, I will go to the village of Kahn, and I don’t want anyone there to like Mr. Momo. The

young man’s shy and ignorant feelings, everyone in the pitch-black sword who heard Enphilia’s words all showed a knowing smile, and at the same time, this also attracted the attention of Limulu, who was concentrating on cooking, after all, who doesn’t like gossip.

Lu Klut, who reacted, hurriedly wanted to teach the teenager his unique experience, but was slammed on the head by Peter and squatted behind and cried aggrievedly.

Lu Klut, who did not care about holding his head and grievances, comforted Enfei with all his tongues.