Overgeared

“If you don’t work hard to overcome the curse, you are just a worm.”

‘Work hard... damn!’

Noll couldn’t refute it. Magic Contemplation, which denied the power he inherited from their mother, was a result of Braham’s own efforts. Noll, who relied on innate power, was ashamed of himself. He felt sorry for all the time he wasted while using the curse as an excuse.

“Braham, stop now."

Noll’s head dropped as Braham continued the mocking and slandering. Grid was worried the relationship between them would deteriorate uncontrollably so he stepped forward to mediate.

Then Noll puffed up his cheeks angrily and shouted at Braham, "I’ll show you. I'll prove that I can be stronger than you if I try! At that time, I will treat you as a worm!”

“Bah.”

Braham waved his hand like he was chasing away a fly. It was an attitude that he wasn’t interested in anything. Noll was indignant but Grid saw it—there was a slight smile on Braham’s face the moment he turned his head.

‘Brother and brother...’

Grid wondered why Braham hated his kin and used them as an experimental tool. He was disappointed that his siblings, who were supposed to overcome the curse and help their mother, fell asleep every day and hated them in his despair. He believed there would be no future if this continued and took all responsibility, sacrificing his bloodline. He probably knew it was the wrong choice but he had only one option. However, things were different now—Braham was no longer alone and there were more options for him.

Grid thought about it and suddenly felt a sense of incongruity. He wondered if hunting Fenrir was the right thing to do.

“...Excuse me.”

Grid called out to Braham. This made Braham frown. He looked at Grid’s face and noticed what this person was thinking. It was possible because he lived inside Grid for ages and understood Grid’s personality.

Braham transmitted his voice to Grid’s head.

[It is different from what you are imagining. Have you forgotten that you personally sealed my sister Latina? There is no sibling affection between us.]

“Then why were you smiling?”

[I was only delighted at getting a decent long-term pawn. The more useful the pawn, the better.]

“......”

[First of all, Fenrir must be eliminated. Only then will Marie Rose... no, you can kill Marie Rose.]

Braham no longer felt the need to explain and glanced away from Grid. Piaro was staring at him with a bright expression. He was eager to fight.

Braham’s hand beckoned. “Come on.”

Braham was the second coming of a legend but Braham was also very fond of Piaro. He had been watching this person for a long time. Braham vividly remembered the appearance of Piaro struggling

Braham was feeling and intervened. “Why

provocative statement. He was very unhappy

then you should come.” Braham laughed. He knew Asmophel so he felt

“I won’t refuse.”

the previous generation, so he should be respected. However, he couldn’t stand the attitude of ignoring his liege’s other knights, especially Piaro. Asmophel

“...!”

toward Braham before he was thrown back through a window, while Braham

he cast a

his body as he fell and surged back into the meeting room. As expected, dozens of Magic Missiles were already aiming at him. A chill went down

move in ways

to defend himself. Nevertheless, it wasn’t easy to defend. Every step on the ground was slippery like it was covered in

isn’t completing a spell

casting time when using magic. Meanwhile, Braham had transcended that level and could use his magic immediately without casting. Asmophel suffered setbacks as four, five, and six spells were

“Bl...!”

was raised over his head and Asmophel’s exposed body was struck

“...oom!”

of sword energy unfolded around Braham’s distant body.

‘His willpower is great.’

eyes shone as he used

‘It is useless.’

shaken. His skill was a targeted skill. It

“Hoh?”

location and showed an interested reaction. He might’ve moved using Teleport but the flowers wrapped around his body were still shaking slightly. This made him use Teleport

know

sign for the flowers surrounding Braham’s body to explode

“...!”

teleport was completely different from Asmophel’s expectations. The flustered Asmophel tried to withdraw his sword but the flowers

explosion. It was extremely intense and swallowed the entire meeting room. It wasn’t a power where they could sit back and watch. Mercedes used her shield to protect Grid while the other knights used

“Cough, cough...!”

and made a disbelieving look. Braham was hovering beyond the open ceiling. Shortly after Asmophel’s flowers exploded, he once again used Teleport to minimize the damage. If Teleport had been

“...I lost.”

that continued to leap through space by using Teleport in succession? He felt

“......”

a transcendent or a legend. One arm was drooping.

there were many powerful people here who could fight against him. There were at least four such

opponent?’ but his mana was consumed after using multiple teleports in a row. The Braham style enhanced Teleport, unlike normal Teleport, consumed dozens of times more mana in exchange for

“......”