The Invaders of the Large Tomb

“That’s impossible. I’m here to visit as a friend. I retired from adventuring and what not. Don’t make this old woman work anymore. My job had been inherited by the crybaby.”

“Crybaby?” Tsar pondered momentarily and remembered. “You mean her?”

Reading the slight emotion in Tsar’s tone, the old lady confirmed it.

“Yes, that little girl Inberun.”

“Ah―” Tsar made a sound as if he was stunned. “I think you are the only one who calls her a little girl.”

“Really? Is that something you should say? I’m about the same age as that child. You are much older right?”

“Well, that might be so… But, you actually convinced that kid to be an adventurer huh? What did you do?”

“Hah. That crybaby kept nagging and complaining, so I told her I will do whatever she wants if she can beat me. And so, I gave her a good thrashing!”

Kakaka, the old lady laughed from the bottom of her heart.

“You are the only human who can beat that kid…”

Tsar shook his head as he spoke with a voice that would make any human break out in a cold sweat.

He reminisced about the time he fought against the Demon Gods with the friends he parted ways with. Especially the face of his comrade that performed superbly during the fight with the Demon God of Insects.

“Well, the other party mates will help too. And she knows about undead and the way to defeat them.

Even if she loses in terms of pure power, the weakness of an undead will still be the same. No matter how strong the crybaby gets, there will always be someone stronger. For example, you could easily win against that kid. If you didn’t restrain yourself, you would be the strongest existence, even in this world.”

The elderly lady shifted her gaze towards the platinum armour. She thought he would have given a flippant response, but instead his reply was gravely serious.

“That might not be so, the power that corrupted the world might rise again.”

On the right shoulder of the armour was a hole, as if it had been pierced by a spear.

“... So the tremors have come again after more than a hundred years. This time, it isn’t something that will help the world like leader did.”

“...The chances for it being just an unlucky encounter is high, but I could feel that the nature of that vampire was evil. And what a coincidence it was. Was the sudden encounter a bad luck, or was I lucky to have learned about their presence?”

“Two sides of the same coin, just interpret it however you like. I already asked before, but can’t you ask for assistance from the other dragon lords?”

“My answer is the same. It is difficult. To be frank, the ones who survived thus far are the ones who did not fight the Eight Greed Kings back then. And they are the likes of Heavenly Dragon Lord that kept flying around in the sky or Deep Darkness Dragon Lord, who knows what he is doing, holing up in that giant cave underground. I can’t imagine these guys lending us aid.”

“I see. However, there is Brightness Dragon Lord, who mingles with humans while making babies.

So we might be able to persuade him, right?”

“... Maybe. But my personal opinion is that the chance of waking ‘her’ who is sleeping at the deepest level of the sea city would be higher.”

“Are you waiting for that while you dream? If leader left all his knowledge behind, there would be less trouble. It’s a shame he died so early.”

“That couldn’t be helped. He was shocked after killing one of the companions who came with him.

It was understandable for him to reject resurrection. Back then, weren’t you shocked as well, Rigrit?”

The old lady looked into the distance, nodding slowly with a pained expression.

“Yes, ah… that is… so.”

“Rigrit, I feel bad about asking this of you even though you are no longer an adventurer, but can you listen to my request?”

“What is it? I have a hunch, but let’s hear it anyway.”

There was a sword in Tsar’s line of sight. It was a sword that was not suitable for slashing.

However, it’s sharpness was beyond anything in this world, an item that was impossible to craft with modern magic.

This sword―one of the eight weapons left behind by the Eight Greed Kings―was the reason why Tsar couldn’t leave this place.

“This is something I had been doing all this while, but I hope for your assistance. I beseech you to collect information about items that can match that guild weapon-sword over there. Or special items like the Reinforced Armour owned by the Kingdom’s adamantite-ranked adventurers, Red Drop.”

Overlord Volume 7 Chapter 4

A Handful of Hope

Translators: Nigel, Ferro, Zack Tan, SifaV6

Editing: Skythewood, Rockgollem, Namorax, NoirX, TaintedDreams, JcqC

Part 1

The attack resembled a flood from a broken dam. That was how furious the attacks were.

The enemy was only a mass of low-tier undead. They were nothing for Foresight to be afraid of.

However, what could only be described as a human wave attack showed no signs of stopping.