Finally, under Sebas raptor-like gaze, Momonga managed to figure out how to use the "Mirror of Remote Viewing."
This made him breathe a sigh of relief. This feeling reminded Momonga of his few student days, the feeling of being watched from behind by the teacher while doing homework, like sitting on pins and needles.
He never thought that after so many years, even after becoming an undead, he could experience this feeling again.
"Clap clap clap"
At this time, Sebas clapped his hands, and at the same time, with a solemn expression, he complimented, "Congratulations, Ainz-sama."
"Thank You, Sebas." Momonga turned his head to look at Sebas, and then added, "Sorry to have troubled you to accompany me."
"What are you saying? Serving by the side of the Supreme One at all times and obeying orders is the meaning of a butler's existence. There is no need to feel sorry at all," Sebas replied.
Although it wasn't Momonga who asked Sebas to stay here, he still said an apology, because on the surface, it was indeed he who asked Sebas to be here. It was just a helpless move because he couldn't refuse and was worried that refusing would make Sebas feel dissatisfied.
So no matter what he thought in his heart, he had to do enough on the surface, both to reflect the authority of him, the supreme ruler of Nazarick, and to not be too harsh on his subordinates, lest they harbor resentment.
This contradictory mentality was also a manifestation of Momonga's lack of confidence. After all, he was originally just a small person at the bottom. It would be strange if he could be confident after suddenly holding great power.
After mastering how to use the "Mirror of Remote Viewing," Momonga used a wave of his hand to move the scene. This feeling was like operating a touchscreen device in his original world.
He constantly changed the scenery in the mirror, hoping to see people. No, it didn't necessarily have to be humans, as long as they were intelligent beings. Of course, if possible, it would be best if they were humans.
But Momonga suddenly felt that the atmosphere had fallen into another strange feeling. Even though he had figured out how to control this item, Sebas was still staring at him meticulously from behind.
Although he knew that Sebas wasn't monitoring him, urging him to complete the task quickly, his many years of work experience couldn't help but make him feel that way.
Momonga secretly glanced at Sebas.
"Is something the matter, Ainz-sama? Is there anything you need me to do?" Sebas' meticulous face showed a smile, grasping Momonga's subtle changes very well. This was the quality that a qualified butler should possess.
"No, nothing, Sebas."
Momonga said, his tone steady, but he was constantly complaining in his heart. But no matter how much he complained, he couldn't change the situation. He could only continue to focus his energy on searching for intelligent beings.
"Oh!"
He let out a sound of surprise and joy, because Momonga had finally seen a scene similar to a village in the mirror. His exclamation wasn't just because he had discovered traces of intelligent beings, but also meant that he had finally completed his work under Sebas' meticulous "surveillance" and obtained mental relaxation.
"Congratulations, Ainz-sama. Sebas is truly impressed," Sebas said with heartfelt admiration.
But Sebas praise made Momonga feel uncomfortable. He was about to get goosebumps, if he still had such things.
In the past, no matter how hard he worked, he would never receive praise. He never thought that now, just by completing this small task, he would receive praise. This caused him to have a psychological allergy.
However, what was important now was to check the village he had just discovered. Momonga judged by looking at the scene that the village was located about ten kilometers southwest of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, near a forest, and there were wheat fields around the village.
"Hmm, the level of civilization shouldn't be high."
Momonga made this judgment because he didn't see modern things like power lines. If this world had these things, even in the countryside, he could probably see some clues. But he should just put a pin in it for now. Maybe this place was just very backward.
Then he continued to manipulate the scenery in the mirror, observing for a while and feeling a little strange.
"...Is this village holding a festival?"
Momonga saw people constantly going in and out of the houses in the village, looking very flustered.
"No, this is not a festival." Sebas suddenly interjected at this time, his tone very certain, his eyes sharply watching the image in the mirror. From his tone, one could also hear some disgust.
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Momonga manipulated the mirror to zoom in on the image. Sure enough, he saw the real situation of the people who looked like grains of rice on the screen before.
Soldiers wearing metal armor were using the swords in their hands to kill villagers wearing crude clothing. Those people going in and out were just soldiers searching each house.
Every time the soldiers swung their swords, villagers would fall, and the villagers had no power to resist.
They could only flee everywhere, but some soldiers were riding horses, catching up with the faster villagers and swinging their swords to chop off their heads.
Without a doubt, this was a blatant massacre, a one-sided massacre.
"Tch!"
Momonga clicked his tongue. He had thought that he could obtain more information through this village, but now it seemed that this village had no value anymore.
If he went to rescue them, he would definitely come into conflict with those soldiers. The situation in this world was unknown, and offending a force in this world wouldn't be beneficial to Nazarick.
And those soldiers didn't seem like they were easy to communicate with. He might be mistaken for a witness to the village massacre and silenced.
Whether he chose to save the villagers or talk to these soldiers, it would be of no benefit to Nazarick.
So the correct approach was to turn a blind eye.
Momonga, who made such a cold-blooded judgment, felt slightly uneasy about his own thoughts. He knew that the massacre before him was an evil act, but for the sake of Nazarick's interests, he thought that making such a choice was excusable.
In the harsh environment of his original world, he wouldn't even be moved by seeing the corpses of homeless children on the side of the road.
Perhaps it was this cold-hearted personality that made him calmly judge to turn a blind eye when he saw such a massacre, or perhaps it was because his undead body had eliminated these emotions that humans should have.
Although the sense of morality he had when he was still human made him feel a little uneasy, Momonga thought that this way, at least he wouldn't do things that would harm Nazarick's interests because of emotions.
Moreover, this was like the law of the jungle in the animal world. The weak couldn't complain even if they were eaten, let alone the fact that he was an outsider.
That's right, he was now an undead. The villagers being massacred looked like humans, no matter how you looked at it. Did he, as an undead, have to help humans of a different race?
That would be as ridiculous as a lion helping an injured antelope.
Momonga desperately searched for excuses, trying to justify his actions of turning a blind eye to eliminate the unease in his heart.
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