Deep in the forests surrounding the Great Tomb Nazarick, Zaryusu Shasha, sets up his tent. He was sent on an expedition a few nights ago and was growing tired as the sunset. After a brief fishing trip, and setting up a fire, Zaryusu laid out some fish across a makeshift grill and watched hungrily as they sizzled

As he was setting out his bedroll, he leaned against a log and waited for his meal to be finished. In the meantime, he took out a knife made of bone and a small piece of wood he scavenged earlier in the day. He began to whittle, thinking about his life up till now. He'd been through a lot in the past year, fighting for the lizardman tribes, meeting his mate, dying in an honorable duel against Cocytus, being revived, and meeting his newborn. Everything had happened so fast. If you had given him a hundred guesses, he never would've guessed his life would turn out this way, not that he was complaining

His reminiscing was interrupted by a soft rustle coming from the brush beyond his camp. Zaryusu narrows his eyes, his hand drifting towards Frost Pain set inside its belt loop

"Come out. I am only a threat to you if you mean to harm me. I am a soldier of the Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown. To attack me would be a foolish endeavor."