Overgeared

Damian heard that she had entered her 30s, yet Irene was still pure and beautiful. She didn’t look like she had aged at all. Irene had already been a perfect woman even before she matured.

‘She is older than Grid.’

There was a bittersweet smile on Damian’s face as he watched Irene put down her cup of tea. He was also in love with Isabel, so he felt that the gap between players and NPCs was painful and sad. Irene was looking affectionately at her son, Lord, who was embarrassed about being stuck between the bald elders. Damian continued to smile as he also turned his attention to Lord. “Prince Lord has better manners now. Despite his innate talent that pierces the heavens, his humble and upright nature is thanks to your hard work.”

“No. The prince was born with a good heart.”

Personality wasn’t something that could be resolved merely through education alone. Irene was a prominent noble from the fallen Eternal Kingdom, and she had witnessed numerous corrupted aristocrats. Didn’t they hurt the weak with ease and only care about their own interests despite what they’d been taught? Thus, Irene was always grateful to Lord. She was proud of her son who respected everyone, regardless of their status.

‘He is like Grid.’ Irene smiled when she thought of her husband. It would be the same even if she knew about Grid’s earlier personality. To her, Grid was everything.

“...”

Under the sunlight, Irene’s smile was lovely. Damian’s and Isabel’s cheeks flushed red as they gazed at her. Then Damian shook his head and rose from his seat. “Hum hum. Elders, don’t bother Prince Lord since he must be tired. I will take him back.”

Damian said goodbye to Irene and crossed the green grass. His gait contained the aggressiveness of a paladin, rather than the nobility of a priest. It was one of the reasons why the elders didn’t like Damian. Nevertheless, were there any humans in the world with no shortcomings? Not all the elders felt frustrated about Damian. Some of them acknowledged him, while others had high expectations for him. In fact, Damian was a great pope when compared to the fallen Pope Drevigo and the snake-like candidate, Pascal. So, it was best for the church that the elders supported Pope Damian, who was already in his third year.

“Elders, let the prince go. The prince will suffocate from the smell of old bachelors.”

“Cough...”

The elders, who were obsessed with the divine power that Lord gave off, regained their spirits belatedly. They were ashamed that they had forgotten about the boy’s suffering and now tried to give him a helping hand. However, they were smiling instead of blushing with shame.

“Prince Lord, I’ll see you at dinner. Let’s talk again.”

“Prince, don’t forget to pray to Goddess Rebecca.”

will bless

bowed before stepping back. They were completely fascinated by Lord’s divine power and spoke to him like he was the goddess’ messenger. Lord was finally able to breathe after they retreated! He gasped for air as Damian shrugged and said, “Sometimes, it is okay to be immature.

old

“Ah...”

behavior was praiseworthy. Still, Damian felt

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

matter how young Lord was, he was still the prince of a kingdom, so it was very rude for Damian to

stroke my

“Haat! Lord-chan, so cute!”

In the end...

“Your Holiness! This rudeness...!”

about your

Vatican, while the panicked Isabel and Rebecca’s Daughters tried to stop him. Irene was happy to see this peaceful sight as she sat under the shade of a tree. Meanwhile, the Overgeared Knights escorting her and Lord were stunned. It was amazing that the Rebecca Church’s pope, one of the biggest powers next to the Saharan Empire, was treating their little prince as

Coke

than the

been convinced that he was a genius, he traveled to the fortified city of Patrian and was then beaten by a bone Piaro had thrown. Convinced about the

Kingdom. It was a result of his pure abilities. Even if Grid didn’t know him, Coke was loyal to Grid and was determined to live for the Overgeared Kingdom. He didn’t doubt that the Overgeared Kingdom

more stable future in the empire with his talent. Of course, Coke had also been hesitant. In particular, he had heard rumors at the

believed in Grid and the Overgeared Guild. Then the Overgeared Kingdom ended up being the first in history to make a

“Sir Coke?”

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

gave him a warning, “Have you forgotten the

didn’t notice that her colleagues left every time she entered the shower or the changing rooms. However, her skills were real. Her level was 320. It was only 19

that Asmophel raised. There was a lot of speculation that Royman had gotten a

simultaneously. It wasn’t simply to build up goodwill with Royman though. Coke, who hoped to be a noble of the thriving Overgeared Kingdom, wanted Grid to win, and he felt responsible

from all over the continent continued to enter the Vatican. There was also a carriage with the flag of the Saharan Empire. All the countries,

shocked when he witnessed a carriage drawn by four white