A Wizards Misadventures

~~Level Nineteen~~

"You look competent. Can you use that sword?" He gestured to my waist, where a plain sword, if one made of high-carbon steel, lay sheathed.

"I can indeed. I'm more of a mage but I'm competent with it." Ainz nodded.

"I would like to speak with you. Chauncey?" He looked up at the receptionist. She looked respectfully to the armored man. "Could we borrow a private room if only for a moment?"

"Of course, Sir Momon. Room two is open." He nodded and we walked down past the desk and into the second room. Ainz, or I suppose he was calling himself Momon, towered with his arms crossed. Narberal stood beside him, her expression neutral.

"So you've come here. May I ask why?" he asked in his deep voice.

"Fun," I said simply. He seemed displeased by this so I elaborated. "Do you know exactly what I do every day, Momon?" He shook his head. "I can study magic, which gets boring, I can spend time with my wives, which gets tiring, I can attend to my followers, who are tiring if useful, or I can socialize. I have few responsibilities, wealth is no issue for me, and I'm one of the most powerful men alive here or there. So when you have almost everything you could ask for what would you do?"

Ainz was silent. "I would spend time with Nazarick," he said solemnly.

"And? That can't be all you do. What do you do when no hobbies interest you? When you simply need a break? For me I need an adventure. Conflict. A goal to strive for. Without it I just stagnate and grow apathetic. I hate that feeling. I need substance in my life. Challenge. So that's why I'm here. So that you and this world can entertain me."

"Challenge, you say?" he inquired.

"I limit my power when I adventure unless the world I'm in is no fun and I just want to leave. Some of my normal limits are the basic elements of fire, water, air, and earth or only manipulating space. Sometimes I just use my sword."

"I see… you put yourself in other's shoes."

"Exactly!" I grinned at his summarization.

"Then what are you pretending to be this time?"

"I don't know. I just started," I admitted. "I wasn't going to your tomb to play. I went there because I wanted to unleash my power on something. Mass destruction can be relaxing sometimes. The amusement of waltzing past all your defenses made my whole week!" Narberal looked irate again.

"Then if I may make a suggestion?" I was interested.

"Of course, so long as it's reasonable."

"How about you join our party?"

"I had considered that. I was prepared to go alone or join you, whichever was more convenient."

"Of course, yet do you know of the four party system?" I considered that. Four adventurers in a party… oh.

"Tank, healer, mage, DPS I believe, though some would argue for a rogue as well. For extra preparedness a ranged attacker such as an archer, gunslinger, or arbalist would be used but that's uncommon. The first four are the core of a proper adventuring party." Narberal opened her mouth but Ainz spoke first.

"The terms they use in this world are vanguard, mage, healer, and swordsman but yes, you are exactly correct. Narberal is my mage. I am the vanguard. Tell me, are you much of a healer?" I WAS interested.