Overlord Volume 11 - The Craftsman of Dwarf

Epilogue

It was morning when Enri woke up. She quietly left the bed, so as not to wake
her husband who was still asleep beside her. The air outside was very cold, and
it made her want to get back into the bed that was still warm from their two
bodies.

The bed creaked as she rose, but her husband of half a year was too tired to
react. He slept like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Now that Enri managed his life for him, he kept a more regular schedule.
Thus, his deep slumber was simply because that was the way he was.

…Although it didn’t use to be like this.
When they had just gotten married, he had not slept this soundly.
Maybe he was nervous… But now he’s used to it, so that’s good.
Enri yawned and stretched.
Her bare breasts jiggled.
Enri’s face flushed pink, and she reached for a piece of discarded clothing.
Granted, only Enri and her husband lived in this house, but this was hardly
presentable.
If her little sister Nemu were here, she would definitely not be dressed like
this. However, Nemu would not wake up here — in the Emmot house — but in
the Bareare house.
Let’s not disturb the newlyweds, her mother-in-law Lizzie had said. Nemu had
listened because they had decided not to rebuild the Emmot or Bareare houses.
And so, this had happened.
It had been two years since the incident where they had lost both their
parents. That said, Nemu was still scarred by the incident and was unwilling to
leave her big sister at night. It was only by the grace of some unknowable instinct
that she had managed to accept the new arrangement.
Since Enri lived in a farming village, she often saw animals engaging in those

activities. She might also have heard about what young couples did when they
vanished into the forest after leaving the dancing circle on harvest festival
nights. Before she realized it, she had also learned what husbands and wives did
at night.

However, nobody had explained it to her in detail before. Enri and Nemu were
not old enough to have heard such things. Still, someone needed to teach her
what to do, but knowledge was as much a poison as a cure.

Lupusregina-san does say a lot of weird things…
Everyone in the village treated the aide of the nation’s ruler with respect. Enri
was one of them as well. However, they could not fully accept every aspect of
her personality. Over the long time they had known each other, Enri had realized
one thing: Lupusregina was a criminal who delighted in people’s reactions to her
crimes, and she was the type who could watch someone fall into a trap with a
smile on her face.
Enri had the feeling if she did not go out and say, “Please teach me,”
Lupusregina would not teach her anything concrete.
On the other hand, if she did not keep an eye on Nemu before she spoke to
Lupusregina, Enri had the feeling that Lupusregina would describe all sorts of
things to Nemu in exacting and loving detail.
I can teach you all sorts of adult things any time you like. Enri had not forgotten
those words from Lupusregina.
After making up her mind to find Lupusregina, Enri picked up her clothes
which had fallen to the floor, and put them on.
After that, she headed for the kitchen, and turned the tap on.
She collected the water which flowed out in a small container. She turned the
faucet in the opposite direction once it was full, and the water stopped flowing.
In the past, she had woken up early to draw water from the well. Now, she
could use this magic item to obtain fresh water. Its temperature stayed the same
even in freezing or warm seasons.
This magic item, the Faucet of Spring Water, could make 200 liters of water a
day. Apparently, it had been designed by the sage of a certain country.
This was not a common item, even in big cities. She had heard that there were
certain places where gigantic versions of this item served as a city’s water supply.
Enri wiped herself down with a moist towel.
“Uuuu, it’s cold.”
While the water’s temperature was fixed, one would still lose a lot of heat

from wet skin if the air was cold. However, Enri grit her teeth and bore with it,
then rubbed herself down with the towel. She had done so before she slept, but
still she did it again.

Enri still remembered that incident — when Lupusregina had called out to
her while humming, a playful grin on her face — and vowed that she would never
drop her guard.

Still, magic items were really great.
Enri had thought that countless times.
Carne Village had a lot of residents now.
Over 90% of them belonged to the Goblin Army Enri had summoned, and this
village could not support all of them.
The first problem was accommodation.
The Goblins had solved that by chopping down logs from the Great Forest of
Tob and building simple housing. However, the problems of insufficient food
and water were harder to deal with.
Their initial solution to the lack of food was the produce of the forest, but
they could not forage enough to support all the Goblins. Therefore, they had
asked Lupusregina for help, and in return they had received food aid. Of course,
that food was only borrowed and would have to be paid back, though fortunately
there was no deadline attached.
The next problem was a lack of water. In the past, the village well had been
sufficient, given that there had not been that many people. But now that the
amount of people in the village had increased so drastically, they had to set up a
roster to draw water all day long.
Even then, they could not collect enough water, so they had to dig new wells
very far away. If they dug them nearby, they would be tapping the same water
source, and there was no telling if the wells would dry up.
Fortunately, the Dwarves who had moved to this village had solved that
problem.
They had come in the summer, and during the course of fall and winter, they
had become close friends.
Are those people still making new magic items?
Until about two months ago, the sound of explosions and flashes of light had
been a common occurrence, but now everything had settled down. At most,
some of them would drink outside and get into fights, but that was all.
The existence of the Dwarves was now an integral part of the village’s

functioning.
In the past, there had been no blacksmiths in Enri’s village. Thus, she had to

go to the city to buy tools, or beg the very rare traveling blacksmiths to make
them for her.

There had been a blacksmith in the Goblin Army she had summoned, but
having him bear the heavy burden of the village’s repair work would surely lead
to problems. And then, the Dwarves appeared, and they had taken up that job.

The most important thing was that their loyalty to the Sorcerer King rivaled
that of the humans from Carne Village. This village had been saved several times
by the magic caster who became the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown. Anyone
who heard someone badmouthing His Majesty would immediately go up and
beat the offender into a pulp.

The Dwarves seemed to feel the same way, and they often said things like,
“That celebration made me feel proud of myself again” “Did you see how jealous
they were?” “Drinking time!” and so on while they imbibed. Enri did not quite
understand what they were talking about, but they could feel their gratitude to
the Sorcerer King in their words, so the villagers opened their hearts to them.

After she was finished, Enri put on her clothes.
Her husband did not seem to have woken up yet, so she decided to get the
chores done.
Until recently, her husband had been handling the task of potion-making. But
recently, he had stopped working on such tasks. Instead, he was involved in the
storage and preservation of herbs, which would be important in the future now
that the village’s population had increased. In addition, he also helped with
Enri’s work as village chief. He worked hard for the village, so she had to work
hard for him too.
After stepping outside, the familiar scenery — that of the ever-growing Carne
Village — came into view. Carne was now larger than an ordinary village because
the Goblins Enri had summoned had added their own living quarters to it.
“Alright then…”
Enri clenched her fist.
In order to make breakfast, she had to draw the ingredients from the food
store.
“Good morning, General-kakka.”
The form of a black-clad Goblin emerged from a murky shadow.
This was something she saw every morning, so Enri replied without any

surprise:
“Good morning. Nice weather we’re having.”
“It is as you say, General-kakka. According to the Goblin Weather Forecaster,

it seems it will be sunny all day long.”
“Really?”
Enri had long since abandoned any resistance to being called General.
She had told them countless times that she was not a General, but the message

had not gotten through. At this point, being the Village Chief was pretty much
the same as being the General, so she had decided to accept it.

Incidentally, there was a unit called the Goblin Rear Echelon Support Unit. It
was populated by people with rare vocations. Apart from the Goblin Weather
Forecaster, there was also the Goblin Strategist, Goblin Blacksmith and so on,
for a total of 12 jobs.

“Oh, General-kakka, it seems your bodyguard has arrived. Your servant shall
now excuse himself.”

The black-clad Goblin faded back into the Shadows, and the familiar Redcap
took his place by Enri’s side.

Personally, Enri did not like the Redcaps. They had an evil look on their faces;
in short, they were very scary.

In the past, Jugem had accompanied her, but as the former troop leader, he
was now one of the many managers of the greatly expanded Goblin force.

In truth, the duty of escorting her should have fallen to the silver-armored
Goblins after his departure, but for various reasons, the Redcaps had ended up
filling that role.

Frankly speaking, there’s no need for escorts or whatnot.
She did not think anyone could evade the Goblins’ eyes and reach the heart of
the village, but she could not completely ignore their worries.
Trailed by the Redcap, she headed toward the larder that adjoined her house.
She opened the door and saw a cramped place packed with barrels and bottles,
with many glass flasks lining the shelves. In its depths was a small mountain of
grain, and hanging from the rafters were bales of sweetgrass and jerky.
The reason why they had so much food was because the Goblins had put a lot
of effort into breaking ground and opening up new fields.
Currently, there were a lot of new crop fields surrounding the village in a large
radius. While repaying the food they had borrowed would be difficult, they were
at least self-sufficient for this year. In addition, they had captured chicken-like

monsters and tried breeding them. If all went well, they would be able to fully
repay the food they had borrowed.

After selecting the ingredients for today’s meal, Enri headed back outside.
There was a massive wall in the corner of her vision.
It might have been within the village, but the wall was not made of wood. It
protected the Dwarven workshops, and standing sentry within it was the Death
Knight who had slaughtered the knights that had terrorized Carne Village in the
past.
The wall which enclosed the Dwarven ateliers had been personally raised by
the ruler of this nation and the savior of this village, the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal
Gown. “Its purpose is to minimize the damage caused to the surrounding village
when their experiments fail,” he had said.
She had wondered if they could not simply build it outside the village, but
obviously she could not say such a thing to His Majesty.
“I wonder what magic items the Dwarf-sans are working on now?”
“Shall we investigate?”
“I’ve told you before, you can’t.”
While nobody had told her what the Dwarves were working on in their
workshops, she was confident that it would not harm the village. Enri could
accept that.
Should she try to stealthily gather information about them? The Goblins had
suggested that several times in the past, but Enri had always shut down those
suggestions with ironclad finality.
Carne Village’s savior, Ainz Ooal Gown had said that he wanted the village to
accept these Dwarves. At the same time, he had told them that what they were
working on was top secret.
Even if he was an undead being who hated the living, he was still the magic
caster who had saved the village several times, and so they trusted him more
than anyone alive.
Just then, the Redcap slid in front of Enri. They only did that under certain
circumstances.
Enri shifted her line of sight and saw the familiar form of a beautiful woman,
who was surrounded by four Redcaps.
“Hiya, En-chan. How ya doin’~”
“Ah, good morning, Lupusregina-san.”
Things had been like this ever since the person called Lupusregina met the

Goblins. The Redcaps were few in number, but whenever Lupusregina showed
up, they appeared in groups. In addition, they wielded weapons that they would
not normally carry around.

It was said that there were other Goblins present in the vicinity besides the
Redcaps, but Enri had never seen them before.

Even Enri could tell that the reason why they had gone to such lengths was
because the Redcaps — no, the Goblins were wary of Lupusregina. That said,
Lupusregina might be a mystery, but Enri did not think that she would do
anything to a village which hosted a bronze statue of her master. In addition, she
had saved Enri and Nfirea’s life in the past.

On the contrary, Enri could not help but worry that this would upset her.
She had spoken to the Goblin Strategist and he had said that he would talk to
them about it, but it would seem nothing had come of that thus far.
The sole saving grace was that when she had told Lupusregina about this, she
told Enri not to worry about it.
“I’ve only been here a while and already there’s people dashing out. Poor me~”
“There’s no way we wouldn’t be on guard against you when you arrive in that
way. You should know that.”
The answer came from one of the Redcaps surrounding Lupusregina.
His voice was calm, but there was a clear sense of wariness in his voice.
“Ah!” Enri raised her voice as she considered that the situation was
developing in a bad direction. “How exactly did you come here, anyway?”
“Hm? I took Flatchest Vampire Airlines Frost 05, from Nazarick to Carne~”
“Eh? Flatchest Vampire Airlines?”
“Yup. It’s the name of the person in charge of all outdoor movement~”
“Pettan Ketsuki Koukuu-san, then?”[9]
“Yup, pretty much! Oh, and if you meet her in person, just tell her I said it. Or
rather, I hope you’ll mention my name. Otherwise, who knows what’ll happen
to you~”
As she looked on Enri’s puzzled face, Lupusregina broke into a smile.
“En-chan, you’re really funny. Really, you’re quite interesting…”
Lupusregina’s eyes narrowed in an instant. “Really~”
Lupusregina’s bright red tongue peeked out from her slightly opened mouth
and licked her lips.

9. ぺたんけつきこうくうさ (pettan ketsuki koukuu), Flatchest Vampire Airlines.

It was not a seductive gesture. However, Enri felt something crawl up her
lower back.

In that moment, the Redcap standing by her sprang into action.
He pulled Enri back and slid into the gap — in front of Lupusregina — which
had appeared.
In this highly tense atmosphere, Lupusregina shrugged, wearing her rarely
seen serious face.
“…I won’t do anything to her~ Is that enough to calm you down? Still, if you
don’t believe me, why don’t you all come at once and have a go? That way, I can
deal with you without holding back.”
The Redcap lowered his head, and returned to his original position.
“—And that’s that. By the way, Frost refers to Frost Dragons.”
“Frost — Dragons?! By Dragons you mean the Dragons from legend, right?
Amazing! Are those Dragons Gown-sama’s servants as well?”
“Yup. Air transport is flourishing in the Sorcerer Kingdom~”
“That’s amazing!”
Enri’s eyes were sparkling.
The Dragons in question were incredibly powerful monsters sung about in
legends. Anyone who could subjugate them was no ordinary magic caster.
“Gown-sama is really amazing!”
“…Well, that’s true,”
A troubled expression came over Lupusregina’s face.
“A Dragon like that… hm~ someone like me… Well, it’s fine~”
There were some things Enri wanted to ask, but since she seemed to have
come to terms with things, it was alright. Probably.
“Ah, why did you come around today?”
“Ah, yes, yes. Hm… I might not be able to come by for a while. I came to tell
you that I hope you can take care of yourself.”
They had known each other for over a year, but this was the first time she had
said such a thing.
“What happened?”
“Hm~ I guess it’s okay to tell you, En-chan. Actually, it seems Ainz-sama was
defeated in battle and died.”
Enri pondered the meaning of those words, and then their meaning sank in.
Her response was equally understandable.
“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!”

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Afterword

This is Volume 11, the longest one yet. Did it excite you? Books get tiring to
carry when they’re heavy and I’d like to avoid that, so why did it end up so long…
And if I were to cut pages, where should I cut from? By the way, this has already
been heavily cut down from the original proofreading. It feels like there were at
least six more pages before… Hm. I guess there wasn’t much of a change, after
all.

Well, please forgive me and just think of this as a form of savings, then. I think
in the future, the volumes will only be 300 pages long. When that happens,
please don’t think “so thin!”, but instead consider that the use of what’s been
saved until now. After all, it’ll still be quite thick if you average all the books out.

Then, let’s think about other things — I’m writing this on a hot summer day.
The AC in my room is working at full blast and saving Maruyama from the
scorching fires of hell.

I hate summer. When I walk to the office, there’s nothing I hate more than
touching other people with my sweaty body. “I won’t touch you, so don’t touch me!”
I scream internally. The only salvation is that the decrease in students means
the trains aren’t so packed. On that note, winters are great! I want to sleep under
the blanket and never get out! …Well, the people in Hokkaido and Tōhoku might
not think that way, but Maruyama still wants to say; Winters Are The Best!

It seems the Overlord Compilation Movie will be made in the Best Season!
For some reason, it seems Maruyama has to work hard… I’ll work hard. And
that’s that. There should be more news coming out in future, and I’d be happy if
you could look forward to it.

I’ve given a lot of people this time round too. So-bin-sama, I made you redraw
the insert images several times, thank you very much. To my editor Ōsako-sama,
I’ll reduce the page count for sure next time! And thank you for doing the design
for the deluxe edition package this time round, Chord Design Studio-sama.

Then there’s Ashina-san and the staff; just hand the gags to them and it’ll be
alright.

Please watch the deluxe edition if you bought it, everyone!
F-ta-sama, let’s meet up to discuss how to cut down the page count.
Thank you for checking the manuscript, Honey.
And a big thank you to my readers who have finished this (very thick) light
novel!

Kugane Maruyama

September 2016



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