Overgeared

Piaro was sitting in the moonlight while moving the hand plow. The result of his experiments in the vampire city... No, the full moon tonight was enough to plant a ‘bloody tomato’ he had developed with the help of a colleague.

“Field work is fun.”

Piaro felt this every time, but farming wasn’t a joke. He had to dig at the hard ground, plant seeds in it, and cover them with soil again. The more he repeated this series of exercises, the more efficiently his muscles were trained and the more strength he gained.

“It is thanks to the health and clean outdoor air.”

He sucked the clean air deep into his lungs. It might be exaggerating but he felt that his life was extended by one day every time he took in a breath. It was a sensation he couldn’t feel in the vampire cities. The vampire cities were underground, and the flow of air wasn’t smooth. He also never got sunburnt because it wasn’t sunny. However...

“I’ll have to go back soon...”

He couldn’t avoid it just because he didn’t like it.

Noll’s blood was an enormous help for farming because it contained a large number of nutrients. Thanks to Noll’s help, Piaro could improve the new variety of potatoes that he was planting. Ultimately, he might be able to get a hint on how to grow the golden walnuts.

‘I have to say goodbye to His Majesty tomorrow.’

The reason why Piaro had briefly returned to Reinhardt was due to Grid’s safety. He had waited in Reinhardt so he could receive Grid’s call at any time when Grid was in the empire. Grid had returned unharmed today, meaning Piaro no longer had a reason to stay in Reinhardt.

‘I want to go and see him.’

However, the time was too late. It would be rude to find Grid now. Recently, Piaro had been planting potatoes in the middle of the night, causing him to wake up late.

“Hmm?” Piaro was wishing that morning would come soon when he suddenly stopped moving his hand. He felt turbulence in the atmosphere a few hundred meters away.

“...”

Yet the silence of the night continued. The only sound in the serene farmland was the cries of the night owls. However, Piaro felt certain that… something was approaching. Was he mistaken? No. Piaro farmed using the power of the sun, the earth, the water, and the wind. His keen senses precisely captured the changes in the atmosphere.

“Over there!”

He knew it. Piaro could hear the cry of a woman coming from far away. Her silent footsteps seemed like she was secretly approaching, but her shout showed that wasn’t the case.

‘It was a subconscious hiding of her presence...’

It was at a considerably good level. The moment Piaro felt admiration...

A cry came from the woman’s

fast enough to exceed his awareness. Her presence had been dozens of meters away,

on

What method had she used to train? Piaro burned

didn’t ask trivial questions about why Mercedes was now here. Piaro only swung his hand plow with the dream of dueling with a strong

manner. Rather than feeling joyous, he attacked

she defended herself with

Piaro had attacked her under Grid’s orders, so Mercedes had already experienced Piaro’s power. His attack power with a sickle and a hand plow, instead of a sword, had been surprising. However, Mercedes had been promoted and was now a legend. As long as Piaro didn’t pull out his sword, it should be expected for Mercedes to overtake

The aura of nature made Piaro even stronger, like how Demon Slayer Yura who became more powerful in hell. This was something Grid had overlooked because he didn’t become stronger when

His attack power was even more threatening compared to one month ago. The fast and powerful Mercedes hurried to defend herself. “As expected from

a legend

question why Piaro attacked her. She was well aware of Piaro’s obsession with the strong. Pulling out one more sword, she cried out as she defended against Piaro’s hand plow, “Are

it was like

“I’ll help you!”

wholeheartedly so that the old hero could reach a higher level. A silver sword energy sprung up behind Mercedes. It was in the shape of beautiful wings, reminiscent of an angel. The silver wings—Mercedes’ wings—spread out. She had some capacity for flight, and she also constantly released sword energy from the wings in order to deal damage

winds like that of a storm rose and ruined the farmland, swirling the grains in

Mercedes suggested. However, Piaro was stubborn. Instead of a

expression stiffened. “...You

young girl. She didn’t just want to be acknowledged. It was necessary to validate her

“Sword of Honor.”

swords hit only one point. Her swift assault with her flapping wings rushed toward Piaro, forcing him to

defended against a stab that couldn’t be followed with an ordinary person’s eyes. The hand plow and sickle had been made personally by Grid, yet cracks started to appear on the farming equipment made of materials from Great Demon Belial. The reason

equipment used a much smaller amount of metal than weapons, making them less durable. This was a flaw Mercedes had

with this strategy.’ Piaro admired the fact that Mercedes truly had an amazing insight as he twisted his

Then...

Kakakang!

Mercedes’ sword was pushed to the side. Piaro expected Mercedes’ stride to become twisted and lose

her other sword and grazed Piaro’s chest, turning her upper

sword

sickle are my best weapons. Why

“Stubborn to the end...!”

this to cope with the terrible suffering? Mercedes was convinced of this. ‘It is

have made progress? How could he have afforded to train his mind and body when it was hard just surviving? Mercedes determined that Piaro

and her mind and body became stronger. Mercedes felt a sense of obligation. She felt obligated to defeat Piaro to remind him of the painful reality and give

become a Sword