Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

"Did you get the wrong person?"

The night passed, and Ainz immediately went to the Adventurers' Guild in Ye Rantil to inquire about the information he wanted.

"Uh, he should be a silver-rank adventurer."

“I saw it yesterday at the garrison of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Kaz Plains.”

"Aren't there such people?"

Ainz took out a similar portrait and checked it again.

"I checked the guild records, and there is no such adventurer."

"Perhaps it was registered in another country."

"Shake your head in denial," the front desk staff member replied.

"Really? I understand."

Upon hearing this, Ainz walked out of the guild with Nabe and roughly understood the reason.

"Lord Momo, it must be an imposter, a vermin."

"There is indeed a possibility of forging adventurer certificates."

Remembering what the soldier had said, Ainz confirmed that the other party was a silver-rank adventurer.

But if the Kingdom Guild can't find it, it might be from another country?

After all, guilds between countries do not have file records that upload big data like computers or the internet.

Therefore, there may be misconceptions.

To verify whether someone is a true adventurer, simply bring their badge to check.

But now it seems that the two people are not as simple as they seemed.

Player

Follower.

We tried to guess in that direction, but still couldn't get any useful information.

(If only there were a way to contact the other party.)

With that in mind, Ainz thought it would be more direct.

But there would be risks if he went himself.

(So ​​what methods are available?)

Having roughly figured out what to do, Ainz then decided to first return to the Great Tomb of Nazarick with Nabey.

.........

"I see. This world is more chaotic than I imagined."

Wrapped in a cloak to conceal her identity, Frillie finally understood why she had received such attention before.

"This country is alright; it doesn't seem to be too hostile towards the elves."

"But I've heard that the theocracy to the south is an extreme humanist, and they're still in tense relations with the Elf Kingdom."

"Do you have any ideas?"

CC and his companion sat in the carriage discussing the information they had gathered.

"idea."

"If I had to say, there is a little bit of that."

Upon hearing this, Frillie recalled a memory of meeting someone in the past.

The elves of this world also seem to be having a hard time.

Moreover, there are many different types.

"However, these are all racial disputes."

"It's already a good thing that there's no demon king here."

Frillie had seen it all before: that humans fight each other and that races wage war.

But the problem is, it's still much better than when the Demon King is around.

At least the Demon King won't kill so many people.

"The Demon King?"

"They are indeed enemies that only exist in storybooks."

"Clap!"

Sensing something, CC turned her head, only to have Frillie already raise her staff and unleash a "cannon" of magic.

The daylight, like a laser beam, shot towards the carriage, easily eliminating the monsters blocking its path.

"However, monsters exist everywhere."

Soothing the frightened horses, Frillie then spoke.

"It's really amazing."

"It won't even leave a trace."

This isn't the first time CC has seen Frillian take action, but she's still very curious about how it works.

How exactly is it possible to create a magic circle from that staff and then unleash such a beam of light?

It cannot be fully explained by scientific theories.

"After all, I have a special attack against monsters."

Despite the praise, Frillie didn't care and remained seated quietly in the carriage.

The demise of Frillie.

That was also her name.

It was the "honor" he gained by killing so many demons.

And just like that well-known legend, this "name" has also been transformed into its own power.

"Speaking of which, do you remember the news that came in this morning?"

CC briefly thought of someone who was a lazy sleeper and had terrible sleeping habits, but didn't bring it up. Instead, she changed the subject.

"Is the red mist in the capital an anomaly?"

"It's hard to say whether it was done by a Servant or not."

"After all, I didn't witness it with my own eyes."

There is also a lot of magic in this world that she has never seen before, so Frilian is actually quite concerned about it.

Collecting all sorts of magic is one of her greatest interests for the rest of her life.

Asking for a magic book as payment after each favor is also a source of motivation for him to work.

Unfortunately, magic seems to be very rare in this world, and it's not something that ordinary people can access.

Needless to say, magic scrolls and magic items are also included.

Even if you want to buy it, you need to have the money.

Sometimes Frilian wonders why there are no dungeons, unexplored ruins, or labyrinths here.

If possible, she wanted to make some money first, even if it was just from a mimicry.

"According to this itinerary, it will probably take another day to reach Ye Pespel."

"Having to take a detour is really troublesome."

"Using teleportation magic in the city is just too expensive."

"It's okay, I've already understood it, so it won't take me that much time in the future."

CC was quite surprised to see Frillie's smug expression clearly.

You figured it out just by observing from a distance?

"Teleportation requires prior recording, and the energy consumption increases depending on the distance between transmissions."

"To make it into a magic scroll, you need to infuse it with the corresponding coordinates and magic power in advance."

"Generally speaking, it requires a very strong mage to do this."

As they were talking, the two noticed a shadow hurtling past overhead.

Black wings, bizarre physique.

Demons!

At first glance, Frilian knew who the other person was.

She saw both the child and the human trapped in the cage, and without much hesitation, she launched an attack.

"Pfft!!"