Overgeared

Grid touched the red-eyed Irene gently. It was an attitude like he was handling the most precious treasure in the world.

“I was praying that you were safe the entire time I headed here. Thank you. I’m really thankful that you’re safe.”

“Your Majesty...”

Grid’s eyes, hand gestures, and warm words gave Irene great happiness. Irene’s affection for Grid was now close to infinitely deep.

“You don’t know how happy I am to be here...”

If Irene had been alone in the crisis, she would’ve felt more sorry than joyful. She would’ve felt guilty that she had forced the king to come all the way here while he was busy taking care of the country and its people. However, Irene wasn’t alone in today’s crisis. Her son Lord, the loyal Kasim and Chucksley, and the young knights who were the future of the country were all in danger. Irene felt a deep gratitude and respect to Grid who had saved all of them.

“On the first day we met, you were fighting to save someone,” Irene recalled. Those had been the days when she was just the eldest daughter of an earl. Back then, Doran was still alive, and Grid had helped rescued her when she was kidnapped by the Yatan Church. “I first heard about you when I was made the ruler of Winston.”

She had heard there was a hero who saved the powerless people from an evil lord, including an old blacksmith called Khan. That hero was Grid. After that, Grid saved Irene who had once again been kidnapped by the Yatan Church, rescued Reinhardt which had been invaded by golems, and saved the 250,000 residents of Pangea on the East Continent. Grid was a person who only lived for others. This was his life.

“I sincerely admire you.” Irene blushed.

“Hum. Hum hum.” Grid sweated and coughed with embarrassment. He felt somewhat uncomfortable every time he saw Irene misunderstanding himself. It made him worry that Irene would one day be disappointed if she knew his real self. Irene buried herself in his chest and whispered, “Please know... I would love you even if you weren’t a hero.”

She realized it when she saw the brilliantly shining sword being eaten by the darkness Grid emitted. Irene would’ve cheered Grid on even if he abandoned herself and Lord to walk down the corrupted path.

“You are the most precious person in the world,” she said in a voice full of conviction.

Grid was filled with joy. “Irene...”

Just like Irene, Grid felt infinite affection when he looked at her. No more long words were necessary. The two of them shared a hot kiss without caring about the gazes of other people. At this moment, the emotions they felt were completely mutual. Of course, they didn’t forget about Lord. The two people both had one hand wrapped around one of Lord’s small hands. This ‘family’ gave the child peace of mind.

“Father. Mother...”

things—the patience to swallow a grudge for the sake of the cause, the loyalty of a retainer and the duty of a ruler, the wisdom of a woman and the love of a mother, the pope’s righteousness and power, his helplessness,

‘Father’s strength and...’

the skeleton standing silently nearby. Several of its ribs were broken, and there was a large crack in its skull. It was

‘...Sadness.’

as he looked at Lord and his mother? Additionally, Lord felt that Mumud was lonelier than anyone else. Lord knew that everyone had emotional wounds, just like how

be someone who can

kingdom and was walking the path of a guardian,

stand by Father in the

Saint Kraugel, and Farmer Piaro—he believed that with these great teachers, he would become much stronger later on. Lord didn’t doubt

side by side with his father. ‘I have to work harder

As history already proved, the relationship between a king and a prince was very different from the relationship between commoner parents

his son’s gaze and his expression

‘That bastard is still...!’

belatedly noticed Lich Mumud standing motionless while gazing at his body. Grid didn’t know about the living Mumud, but Lich Mumud had become Agnus’ limb. Agnus was a clear enemy, so Lich Mumud was a dangerous enemy that Grid had

of early dawn. He pulled out

That skeleton isn’t the

Majesty! That lich

already close to Mumud. Moreover, he also couldn’t accept Irene and Lord’s claims so easily. Mumud had helped Irene and Lord? It was something that Grid couldn’t understand. He thought that Lord and Irene were mistaken. The Enlightenment Sword clashed against the magic shield that Lich Mumud had created.

thought of Agnus. This person was hiding his body somewhere and laughing at Grid’s suffering wife

Grid with deep eyes. There was no counterattack. It felt

“Agnus!”

So, Grid’s offensive became more powerful. He didn’t care about the small amount of stamina he had recovered and continued attacking Mumud. In the meantime, he

was the same age as the young prince? He had been an orphan who

whom he’d met in Siren. She had been his only love

large cracked skull shook. The sad memories were to blame. There was a teacher who had raised him. Mumud had followed him like a father but

Clack! Clack clack!

different from an immediate family. He had found no peace in his life.