ALL NOVEL Chapter 3: Carne, Part one (8)
Chapter 3: Carne
Momonga looked at the faint girl, then at her apparent little sister. She sighed as the girl looked at her as if she had just split the red sea, and kicked a puppy at once. This whole thing had just happened, and she was already tired.
In all honesty, she was fine with talking to people, but it was slightly tiring. This, coupled with the simple act of this girl fainting after she had asked this very basic question made her slightly tired with the day.
But, she was already here, might as well save everyone like she wanted to. Turning her mind back to the girl in front of her, she put on her best, “I’m talking to an unobserved child,” face and told her what she was about to do.
“Ok little one, I’m just going to cast some very basic protection spells on you to keep you safe. Then, I’m going to give some items that you can use to protect yourself, ok?” she explained to the rather confused, flabbergasted, and shocked girl.
“Ok miss goddess,” the girl simply said and Momonga winced internally.
Why did everyone have to compare her to a goddess? It was slightly irritating, but she didn’t let it show on her face. She then turned her mind over to her inventory, and pulled out two “Horns of the Goblin General,” and tossed them to the two girls.
After she did so, she healed the young woman that had somehow not bled out yet, and cast several protection spells on the girls. She smiled at her own work, yet after the small girl saw this, she went even more wide eyed and nearly feinted herself.
Momonga sighed at this and turned around to walk into the village, but then she remembered something she wanted to see, and raised her hand at one of the corpses she had made.
She wanted to test if corpses could be turned into undead minions, like in several other games she had heard about. After she cast the spell, she nodded her head at her own handy work.
Black sludge seeped into the air as if being pulled from somewhere else. It writhed in the air and fell, like its strings had been cut. The slime-like-substance flooded into the corpse that had once attacked the two girls, and rose.
Its form shifted to that of a death knight. One of the more powerful, lower leveled undead one could summon. The little girl behind her shrieked and held her older sister close. It was as if she thought that the undead was going to attack them right then and there. Momonga turned around again, and spoke.
“This guy is just here to kill all the bad men that came and decided to attack your village, ok little one?” she told the small girl, and she nodded her teary-eyed face.
It was then that Sebas walked up to the little girl and wiped the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief. The little girl seemed to find this calming as she soon stopped crying and nodded her head when Sebas asked if she would be alright.
Momonga smiled at this act, as it made her think back onto her good friend, Touch Me. This good feeling in her chest at the thought of her first true friend vanished when her emotional suppression skill kicked in and she went back to normal.
“Let’s go Sebas,” she said, then turned back to the death knight and pointed to the other dead soldier, “Kill all the men dressed up in this armor,” she told it, and it roared and ran off to obey its master’s orders.
“Ok Sebas, let’s go. We have a village to save,” she said after it vanished into the village.
She then heard the little girl speak once more, this time in a pleading and begging tone, as if afraid of a wrathful god’s punishment. This tone of voice made Momonga sigh once more in her head.
“Miss Goddess, Can I ask your name?” she asked.
Momonga looked at the little girl who had asked such a simple question, and smiled her most disarming smile. This seemed to work as the child visibly relaxed. Momonga let a genuine smile slip into her atrophied face muscles, and the girl squirmed a little bit under such a stranger gaze.
Of course, the little girl known as Nemu couldn’t see the whole of the smile, as you would have to look right at Momonga’s face to tell. Though, she could see the care in her eyes.
“My name is Momonga, little one,” she simply said with the grace of a royal goddess.
Nemu’s eyes widened at such a cadence, then she nodded her head and thanked the undead overlord and the overlord simply told her that she was welcome, then turned around and promptly walked off to go check out what was happening.
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The death knight had lived up to its name. It had torn a path throughout the village, killing all the foes Momonga had asked it too. One of these foes was a random knight, his pockets were deep, and his family was wealthy.
He had never faced any true hardship, given that he lived in the Slaine Theocracy, the closest thing to the 21st century that was in this world. But right now, he was fearing for his life.
A large undead had suddenly appeared in this meager village, that would never in a million years amount to much, even more so if one looked at the amount of money in his own pockets and compared the two.
He had never thought that he would die, or at least never given it any true thought. Other than thinking about the after life according to the teachings of the Slaine Theocracy, he had never thought about his own end. That was changing today, right now.
He back pedaled after the death knight took off the head of one of the men in front of him, and stumbled after something grabbed his foot. He looked down in barely controlled panic. He saw that one of the other men that he was raiding this village, under the guise of the Empire, had grabbed his foot.
No, this wasn’t a man. It was a ghoul that had been made after the man it used to be had been killed by the death knight. He panics spiked and his flight or fight instinct told him to stay still. He was paralyzed with fear.
Then, the death knight ran over to him with a swipe of his sword, and cut him in half. That was the end of the man who no one would remember. Well, maybe the death knight who slew him would, as a rather satisfying kill.
Momonga looked at all of this from the sky, smiling down on the work her death knight was putting in. This was not some sick satisfaction, no it wasn’t. It was simply mild pride.
“Death knight, you may stop now. That is enough spilled blood for now,” she simply said.
The people down below looked up at her as she descended from the sky like an angel of death. The villagers, for lack of a better term, were struck with the awesome might and beauty of her. While the soldiers that had been, “fighting,” the death knight were shaking in their boots.
She looked at the men that had raided this place, and frowned with her perfect visage. The mild amount of emotion coming from her simply made the soldiers shake even more. Some fainted, while others dropped their swords in utter shock and fear made awe.
“Tell your master’s that this village is under my protection. Leave, and never return, ponder your actions this day till your last,” she stated, and the men obeyed in fright.
Momonga had decided against bringing a mask or some other thing to hide her face. After the reactions of the two girls, she had pondered it of course, but decided against it. The reason being that she would make more of an impression that way. she wanted word to spread of her.
Of course, that was an insane risk. But if there were players in this world, then she might as well get to know them and simply befriend them, rather than kill and fight them. After all, this world was rich in fertility and life. It made her happy just to think about how much her friends would love it here.
After the soldiers were gone, she turned to the villagers, and they shrunk away after she walked towards their huddled up group. She couldn’t tell if they had been forced into the ball by the soldiers, or if they sought safety from them like that.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t come here to kill you. I simply came here to aid you, but now for free of course,” she said to try and lighten the mood.
After all, one would trust someone else if the other told them that they expected something else in return. It would imply that the other person wouldn’t ask for anything else in return after the fact. At least, that was how the Author understood it.
“Oh, and please call me Momonga,” she said.
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