Overgeared

People who accumulated experience and skills in their field of expertise were treated with respect everywhere. In short, being at the pinnacle evoked respect. Picasso was at the pinnacle.

“It is an honor to meet you like this.”

“Please look after me in the future.”

The Overgeared Guild welcomed Picasso who had just joined them. The Overgeared members who had been scattered all over the continent flocked together to greet her. Despite being busy with maintaining their ranking and looking after their territory, they took a break. Of course, they also intended to visit the 10 meritorious retainers.

“Once you’re done in Reinhardt, stop by Bairan.”

“No, come to Reidan first. Jishuka, have you forgotten that Reidan is the second capital? Reidan is naturally after Reinhardt.”

“Reidan is too big. There are more than one or two facilities there, and it will take a long time. It is advantageous to start from the relatively small Bairan first.”

“It is a way of thinking that fits your rural tastes.”

“Rural? Hehe, our Chris seems to have grown up? It has been a while since you’ve had an arrow stuck in your butt.”

“Isn’t it funny to bring up the L.T.S days now? It is just like how you were tied up by Zirkan in the old days.”

“Zirkan? Why are you bringing up his name here?”

“You are overly fussy.”

“What? Is that what you should say to a young woman? Hey! Shall we fight for the first time in a while?”

“I will fight if you don’t use the Red Phoenix Bow.”

“An Overgeared member should be overgeared!”

A masterpiece was a great inspiration for people. In reality, millions of people saw masterpieces and gained the energy to carve out a better life, whereas in Satisfy, paintings weren’t just for simple appreciation. A painter’s paintings had many possibilities. If the portrait of a brave soldier were put in the barracks, the morale and training efficiency of the soldiers would rise. If a decorative painting were put in a restaurant, the chef’s cuisine would become more delicious and a cool landscape would reduce the heat encroaching on the city.

The better the artist’s ability, the more varied and powerful the effect of the painting would be. In other words...

‘Picasso’s joining is a huge event that will remain in our country’s history.’

Picasso’s value was difficult to measure. That’s why Lauel was very excited. A prideful person who rejected most requests had applied for membership to the Overgeared Guild.

‘Does this mean that Hexetia’s painting was a special event for her? It is all due to King Grid’s great description of God Hexetia.’

Lauel was convinced of this. He knew that most people, including himself, were attracted to Grid or that they joined the Overgeared Guild because they wanted something from him. It was thanks to Grid alone that the Overgeared Kingdom could be created.

“Kuk...kukukuk! King Grid, you are definitely a man born from a star. I look at you and the memories of a former life that I have forgotten come to mind. You boasted a unique presence in a previous life. Like the sun... Kuk! Kukuk! I’m thrilled! My soul is melting!” Lauel covered half his face with his hand while he shouted at Grid.

Grid felt the pain of having curled fingers and toes from cringing so hard for the first time in a while, but he didn’t reply. To be exact, he didn’t want to reply. Grid’s head was already busy enough. There wasn’t enough room for nonsense.

‘Very good. It is more than I expected.’

The construction work for the Hexetia temple had started without a hitch. Grid sighed as he thought about the potential of Drop that he had measured on the way back to Reinhardt. ‘The motion is very short.’

be exact. The skill was triggered by taking that half step and swinging his sword

abnormal status could be applied to gods or dragons! What if Grid had been able

a huge

that the motions for Drop were

Drop, Kill Drop, Wave Drop,

sound

because

skill names! While Grid was trying to comfort himself, Picasso came up to him

“Me?”

painter’s ‘drawing’ literally meant

his mouth. It was because he witnessed

hastily whispered to him, -Just accept it! Her portraits are

effect? What

after she was invited by nobles to paint their portraits. The truth hasn’t been revealed yet. In any case, you can feel expectant. The great nobles of each country offered

portraits were enough to decorate a wall, so any artist with decent talent could complete them. However, the nobles were paying attention to Picasso.

can see

-Um… yes.

Moreover, there was a problem of etiquette before discussing the reason. Right now, Picasso was clearly showing goodwill to Grid. He wasn’t cold

“Okay. Please draw me.”

He didn’t even want it. After all, this

move locations. I want

was confused for a moment by Picasso’s request but soon realized what

to the

he was wearing. Grid nodded

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know if it is right to

“Why?”

could only be seen

while musing with a bittersweet expression, “I was the first person to reproduce Hexetia’s image. This gave me a high affinity

However, Hexetia had done it due to Goddess Rebecca, so humanity praised her instead. The people didn’t even remember Hexetia. He had only appeared briefly in

would’ve felt sad if I were God

‘She saw it properly.’

ability to empathize. Picasso questioned Grid, “Where did you

naturally saw the god’s appearance while proceeding with the

“...”

a quest. How many players could experience this?

world. The third is the artist’s mindset while painting, and the fourth is the value of the protagonist of the work. The value isn’t about the target’s identity or status. It means the weight of the target in proportion to

for a new masterpiece by making Grid the protagonist. So far, she had only completed four masterpieces. Three of the four masterpieces showed the greatness of nature while the remaining one

portraits of the nobles were excellent, but they weren’t evaluated as masterpieces. A masterpiece was something that had to inspire everyone. However, the reputation of

‘Grid is different.’

become the sky, and seen a god. It was Picasso’s judgment that the system wouldn’t underestimate his

me...’

hundreds of blacksmiths watched him with admiration. He showed a dignity that wasn’t inferior to

On the other hand...

to show the flames using a surrealist

“Yes.”