Overlord (Light Novel) Chapter 43

Intermission

There was a room which was the very definition of “spectacular luxury”.

The bright red carpet on the floor was so soft that it made people feel that their calves were sinking into it. The high-backed chairs were made of high-grade natural lumber and carved with intricate rococo designs, The cushions gleamed with the lustre that only genuine black leather could produce.

Noble. If someone were to perfectly capture his appearance in a portrait, that was how they would describe him.

However, anyone who laid eyes upon him would probably have a different impression of him before they praised his noble appearance. Wholly separate from his looks, anyone who personally experienced the presence he radiated — the natural air of a born leader — would only be able to form one impression of him.

He was Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix.

There were four other men in the room besides Jircniv, but all of them stood motionless, as though they were statues.

Before long, Jircniv snorted. It sounded like he was scoffing at something, but also like he was interested.

At this moment—

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This outrageously rude behavior made his attendants lower their stances and glare at the doorway with hostility. However, once those minions saw who had walked into the room, they immediately stood down and returned to their original stances.

The long years of his life were written on the wrinkles of his face, while his keen eyes concealed the light of wisdom within them.

His appearance was the first thing any know-nothing would think of when they heard the word “magic caster”.

Those were the first words uttered by the old man who had slowly entered the room. He spoke them in a young-sounding voice that seemed thoroughly at odds with his appearance. Jircniv merely moved his eyes, shifting the object of his interested gaze.

“I have investigated, but it is impossible for us to find him.”

“…Your Imperial Majesty. Magic is one of the principles of the world. Knowledge—”

“…If this Ainz Ooal Gown person truly exists, then he must surely possess some very powerful magic item or some personal power which prevents people from spying on him. In my estimation, he might be able to use magic of a similar, or higher tier than me.

The old man was saying that this person was on par with the highest-tiered magic caster in the Empire's history, the Imperial Court Wizard, the great sage known as the “Triple Magic Caster”, Fluder Paradyne. Everyone else doubted their ears.

“Of course. In the past 200 years, I have not seen an arcane magic caster who was as powerful or more powerful than myself.”

Driven by curiosity, the Emperor asked his question, and the Imperial Court Wizard began perusing his memory.

“Then, is there a more skilled arcane magic caster than yourself out there, Gramps?”

“That is hard to say… I believe I have surpassed her by far now, but… I cannot be certain. That is because it is difficult to determine superiority in the field of magical theory.”

“I hope that Ainz Ooal Gown gentleman is a more outstanding person than myself.”

Fluder seemed surprised, but he accepted the piece of paper and quickly scanned it.

That was his opinion. However, a great change came over Fluder's sagely countenance. His eyes lit up with an ardent flame and he looked like a starving beast.

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The paper contained Gazef Stronoff's testimony to the King, and even the recorder's personal opinion.

“Not yet. Sending someone over would attract attention.”

“I disagree, Gramps. If he is a man of power that we can control, I would like to invite him to the Empire.”

His voice was filled with desire.

Fluder wanted to gaze into the abyss of magic. Therefore, he wanted someone who had been there before to teach him.

However, Fluder — as a lonely pioneer — did not enjoy such good fortune. He had to feel around in the dark by himself, and much of his growth was wasted effort. If he could have saved that trouble and fully cultivated his talent, he would probably be a more potent magic caster.

Fluder had trained up disciples in the hope that someone who surpassed him would appear and guide his development. Unfortunately, his wish had not yet been granted.

“Also, I wish to learn about some adamantite-ranked adventurers who appeared in E-Rantel. Could you help me?”

“Of course, Your Imperial Majesty.”

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Chapter end