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.”

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

and intervened. “Why don’t you compete with me before

was very unhappy that

should come.” Braham laughed. He knew Asmophel so he

“I won’t refuse.”

the attitude of ignoring his liege’s other knights, especially Piaro.

“...!”

step toward Braham before he was

cast a spell ahead of

Missiles were already aiming at him. A chill went down Asmophel’s spine as he saw the flashes in front

ways the other

trying to ignore it, received a blow to his shoulder and rushed to defend himself. Nevertheless, it wasn’t easy

a

moment of 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 so quickly linked that they seemed simultaneous. He was determined that he couldn’t

“Bl...!”

over his head and Asmophel’s exposed body was

“...oom!”

flower made of sword energy unfolded around Braham’s distant body. If it was a real battle then

‘His willpower is great.’

as

‘It is useless.’

It meant the skill couldn’t be shaken off no matter

“Hoh?”

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

you know it

signal—a sign for

“...!”

appeared right in front of Asmophel. The location of the teleport was completely different from Asmophel’s expectations. The flustered Asmophel tried

a power where they could sit back and watch. Mercedes used her shield to protect Grid while the other knights

“Cough, cough...!”

explosion was over, Asmophel coughed up blood several times 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 used just before

“...I lost.”

through space by using Teleport in succession? He felt he couldn’t

“......”

in his life that he had been wounded by an ordinary human being, not a transcendent or a legend. One arm was drooping. Braham stared at his wounded arm and muttered in a voice no one could hear, “...He managed to gather together these

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

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

“......”