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This silver-ranked team, named "Darkness," consisted of four members.
The blond young man who first spoke was the Leader; he enthusiastically introduced himself, "I am Peter Mork, it's a pleasure to meet a great magic caster like Mr. Ilay."
The slender man chuckled a bit frivolously, "I am Lukelot Bolbro, the skirmisher who serves as the team's eyes and ears. Hello."
"I am Dyne Wood Wander, the Forest Priest. I use some nature magic and healing magic. Please guide me," said the man who looked like a barbarian gently.
His aged face could easily pass for someone in their thirties or forties, but he was actually only around twenty years old.
"I am Nia, a second-tier magic caster. Please guide me!"
Nia, meeting a high-tier magic caster for the first time, nervously clutched her staff and bowed.
Sig helplessly looked at Ainz. The strongest magic caster here was clearly this guy, and Sig himself hadn't even mastered a hundred spells.
He had only mastered a few simple low-tier spells, mainly healing magic and ice magic.
"Mr. Ilay, honestly, our Nia has a very good special ability. It's really worth guiding her, you know."
Nia blushed, "Don't say that! My special ability is nothing to mention. No matter how hard I try, I won't reach Mr. Ilay's level."
"Don't be so humble, everyone knows you're a genius."
"Don't say that..."
"You can reach it," Sig said lightly, "If you grow smoothly, you will reach a level close to Fluder Paradyne of the Empire."
The people who were originally joking around quieted down.
The Leader mumbled, "That Fluder is said to be the strongest human magic caster, having reached the sixth tier..."
"You're not joking, are you?" The skirmisher unconsciously swallowed. Although he knew Nia was very talented, he never expected her to become such a big shot.
"You can think of it as me having a special ability to observe talent, and you don't need to take it too seriously. After all, this process will still take a very long time."
Sig rubbed his mask with his hand, "Let me think, it will probably take several decades, and it's possible she'll already be an old lady by then."
Nia was so shocked by these words that she couldn't calm down for a long time. If she reached that level, she would definitely be able to punish the noble who took her sister away back then. But the last sentence immediately brought her back to reality.
She might be able to wait for a decade or so, but after several decades, would she truly still remember her original intention?
Regardless of whether she could succeed, she couldn't give up the opportunity that was so close at hand.
She mustered her courage and said, "Mr. Ilay, I have an impudent request first. Do you have any intention of taking on a disciple?"
Huh? What's going on?
Ainz and Sig both had this thought simultaneously.
Sig knew he had spoken too much, but this person was very likely Sebas's sister-in-law, which was why he had encouraged her a little. Who would have thought things would develop this way?
Let alone him, a half-baked magic caster, even Ainz probably wouldn't teach anyone.
"Can you think of a way?"
The sharp gaze through the mask let Ainz know Sig's meaning without seeing his expression. He quickly made up his mind, "It's okay, Sig-san, leave it to me."
After all, he was the one who introduced them, so he should handle this kind of troublesome matter. Sig had no reason to take care of his friend.
Then Fei Fei, the hero of darkness, spoke, "Ilay probably won't stay here for too long, and he has never taken on a disciple before, so teaching people might not be his strong suit."
"I'm sorry, I was abrupt," Nia herself hadn't held much hope, and after being rejected, she felt relieved. "I received the bounty from the last adventure. Let me treat everyone to a meal."
Fei Fei said, "Let me treat instead. When it comes to bounties, I earn the most."
"How can that be? Mr. Fei Fei has already helped us so much."
"Don't be so polite. I was going to treat anyway, to welcome Ilay, whom I haven't seen in a long time. Enfeilia might come too."
"This..."
The skirmisher chuckled, "Don't refuse anymore. Didn't you see that Mr. Ilay has no objections? We freeloaders should just shut up and secretly be happy."
Everyone was amused by his words, and the somewhat somber atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Being in this joyful atmosphere, Ainz felt many emotions again. Although these humans had no use for Nazarick, they always made him feel the joy of being with companions.
It was only at such times that he felt the part of Suzuki Satoru remaining in his Undead body.
In any case, it was a good feeling.
"Oh, by the way, where is Clementine?"
Ainz said, "She went to treat those injured by the Undead."
"How kind-hearted! But I've never heard of the god she worships. Was it some kind of Dragon God?"
Nia quietly reminded, "It's the Saint Dragon God. Don't say it wrong in front of Clementine, she'll get angry."
"Oh right, it's the Saint Dragon God. It's probably some unknown sect. Worshipping dragons as gods seems to be something the Council State or the Dragon Tribe would do."
Listening to the skirmisher's murmuring, Sig finally understood what Demiurge had done. This was probably the fifth reason he had come up with.
Faith experimentation.
Since the Six Great Gods, who were also game players, could become the gods worshipped by Theocracy, would transforming their believers make them change their faith?
Hero-level Clementine gave Demiurge more room to maneuver. Of course, this didn't refer to strength. Higher levels meant a stronger body and more resilient mind, increasing the chances of success.
Another reason for Clementine's success was that her mind was inherently unstable. Simply put, there were vulnerabilities to exploit. Coupled with Sig's interference magic and the shock of his powerful strength, the final product was perfect.
Now, Clementine was like a new person, a loyal believer of the Saint Dragon, determined to live as a Saintess.
And that Saint Dragon, if Sig wasn't mistaken, was himself. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Demiurge, you really know how to surprise me."
Wrapped in gentle white light, the boy's injuries quickly disappeared. He stopped crying and smiled, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Big Sister!"
Clementine showed a gentle smile. Around her were seven or eight children, their eyes clear and pure, as if they saw only the most beautiful things in the world.
Uncontaminated orphans... Saint Dragon God... Hralsvelgr would surely like them.
She let the children embrace her, forming a beautiful scene, and softly murmured, "The Saint Dragon God will surely bless you."