So this story is set after season 1 and during The Sealed Evil Tree Arc.

"And once the little girl d…..defeated the monster…... She found herself trapped on the island, with…. nothing to use to escape…. to meet her father again."

Narberal signed, reading a children's book was harder than she thought. Since nobles often ask for help in the form of a letter, Ainz told her to learn the language here in this new world. But as she found out, It was much more complicated than expected.

Each and every night after adventuring, Narberal always goes to her desk to study the New World's language. Yet, she had only made little process. Only after a few weeks of study, she can barely read children's books.

Now, it might be meaningless to study the language since that barrier can be solved using the likes of magic. Lord Ainz still tasked her with this. It might have been to test her. But for any reason, her fingers now rested on the edges of the book. The page was turned. She could not concentrate on the book.

This was because Narberal had recently made a terrible mistake in a mission. Besides reading the book in her hand, that was the only thing she was thinking about.

Ever since joining Lord Ainz's crusade on being an adventurer, she had made many mistakes, but the latest one could not be forgiven.

Not by her, at least. Lord Ainz gave her no punishment or anything in a matter of fact.

It cursed her, the waiting; Living without knowing what would happen. She was still waiting for his response. It wasn't long before she closed the book.

Oddly enough, a bandit wrote that book. Timothy Titor, he was the writer of the book and one of the bandits that opposite her and Momon in that mission. Typically, one will laugh at his appearance like herself, but unfortunately, he possessed a unique blade powerful enough to damage her.

If she were to look at her right-hand now, there would be a small scar on her hand. Of course, she was yelled at by Lord Ainz for being too careless, but never before had they come across a human wielding a magical sword that powerful.

If she had to scale its strength, That item would be at least be classed Legacy.

Of course, with that amount of strength the sword held, it confused Lord Ainz and her how a human was able to find such a weapon. Thus, to find that out, Lord Ainz took the corpse to see where the man got the sword. On the other hand, Narberal was given only one thing to study.

That was the book the bandit had written. It was the one she was currently reading. There was nothing useful inside. It was merely a children's book.

Lord Ainz would be madden to find this out. The only thing she achieved the past few days was reading a book. However, she must still report.

Quickly she placed the book away and went to the window.

No one was there. She was looking for her lord.

It would be easy to spot him. At night, barely anyone goes out. Not only that, he was an entire foot taller than most humans with his armor on. But Narberal continued to search the area for his appearance. She did not see Lord Ainz.

There were a few knockings on the door, but she ignored it.

It was probably the maid. That was what Narberal thought. The person would go away if no one answers. However, that only applies to five-star inns. It appeared she had forgotten this was a one-star lodge in the middle of Re-Estize.

Now, one might question why they were staying here. Adventurers of the highest-ranked were paid well. For Momon and herself to be on a tier higher than those adventurers, their pay should be much higher than the everyday norm. There should be no problem in paying for the use of a high-quality room.

Well, that was unless they were spending all their earned money on something else. And they were. It was to invest in the Tomb of Nazarick. Many things were needed to prepare in this new world.

Thus, they were nearly penniless. That was a big issue for them. Although they do not need to pay for living expenses due to her equipment and Lord Ainz's racial abilities, they still needed to act as if they were humans. Hence, at the end of each day, Momon always rents out a room to rest in. Often they would buy higher quality rooms than the usual norm. It is risky for them to stay a night in a terrible inn. If word got out, they stayed in a run-down place, their public appearance would be harmed, and their mentality would be questioned.

The only reason why Lord Ainz has chosen to stay here was that it provides very confidential services.

That was likely the reason, but they had a weak foundation. That included the lack of security around here. But that problem could be easily solved as Lord Ainz, and Narberal always made sure to secure the room before resting aside here. But of course, they still had to be a guard just in case there was a threat.

Even now, Narberal was on watch.

The person knocking on the door did not go away. Yes, she did not mind it too much at first. But since the person has not left yet, it may have been another traveler. Since the inn was quite small, they might have mistaken this room for theirs. But that was not the case.

The door opened. The sight of raven plate armor was apparent. The person was Lord Ainz. Narberal napped out of her desk and turned to face the entrance, ready to report her daily news.

But no response.

It appeared he was not in a good mood. This rarely happens.

Lord Ainz is a perfect being, at least to the Tomb of Nazarick. Everyone sees his greatness, including those outside the guild. His leadership skills and pure intelligence all surpass everyone.

But there was one thing that no one sees.

Narberal, having always accompanied him while using his adventurer persona, still sees the greatness of her guild master, but with the peak of sometimes witnessing the other-side.

Apparently, Albedo told Narberal to look out for this when they talk. As a friend and supporter of her, she didn't disagree. Her superior was only looking out of any dangerous hints. After he battled Shalltear, It wasn't surprising she was also on guard.

Narberal shook her head. This was not the time to be thinking of that. Lord Ainz placed a bag of coins near the table.

"I've counted the pay we earn for the last job we did."

"Did we earn enough?" Narberal responded, forgetting to report.

"Yes," Lord Ainz said, He was looking for a chair to sit on, "But we aren't making enough money."

Her hands tighten. "Is this because of what I did a few days ago?"

Lord Ainz paused. The day they faced a bandit leader named Timothy. It has been the only major failure since Shalltear's mind control. Apparently, they were hired to rescue a few nobles from some bandits, but Narberal went overboard and killed every human there.

Of course, he revived the nobles and erased the memory of their deaths. However, her actions still caused Lord Ainz to spend less time adventuring and more so to teach Narberal not to use higher tier magic whenever she gets mad.

"No, don't worry about that, this is different," He replied, "We simply need to catch up to our schedule."

A map was then pulled out of his hands.

"To increase our reputation throughout this kingdom," he softly said, "We may need to work separately."

Her eyes grew when he said that. Those words had shaken her, but Narberal nodded her head in agreement. In response. Lord Ainz continued with his plan.

"Nabe," he said, "You will be guarding a rich landowner named Mr. Smith. Recently, he brought a new house and hired many adventurers from different guilds to guard him."

"If he hired so many people, then why does he need more?"

"Most of the adventurers he hired have either gone missing or killed in action. They say a powerful beast with the appearance of an ogre attacked them, but current details of its location is unknown."

"I see, is this the reason for him to ask us for help?"

"Most likely, if you stop the bandits and the monster attacking Mr. Smith, then we'll be recognized not just by a rich landowner, but by adventurers from guilds all over the kingdom."

He then stood, "Just make sure you don't use too much of our budget, use anything above 5th tier magic useless the situation calls for it, or kill anyone you will be working with."

She nodded.

"Your opinion about them is still gray, right?"

"They're trash," Narberal said it as if she was programmed to say those words. "I apologize in advance, but can I ask why we still act as heroes to them?"

He smiled, "I'm impressed. I was waiting for you to ask that question."

"Thank you, Momon. I highly honor the compliments you give me, but I still wonder why they are so crucial to our success. "

"Well, Nabe, you'll just have to experience it for yourself."

"Is that so?" she questioned.

"Yes,"

He then placed down some markers on the map. When he was done, he lectured Narberal about her manners with humans. She always forgets them when being with those creatures for an extended period. But this time she won't…. probably.

Note: If you read this story when it first came out, then thanks for reading lol. I am not a good writer. But since the last time I have updated this story, I think I've bettered myself in the past year. I've had an idea for this fanfiction for quite a while now, and I hope to actually try to finish it or at least improve where I left off. So to start off that goal, I did some major editing to the story and added a lot of "new events." I'll strongly recommend for old readers to reread the chapters, but you don't have to as you would still be able to understand what is going on.

Also, there is a high chance there is a lot of grammar mistakes I've made and missed throughout the story. If you see any, feel free to comment if you see any.