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.”

was also very fond of Piaro. He had been watching this person for a long

Braham was feeling and intervened. “Why don’t you compete with me before challenging

was very unhappy

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

“I won’t refuse.”

couldn’t stand the attitude of ignoring his liege’s other knights, especially Piaro. Asmophel couldn’t bear it and pulled out his sword. Brilliant sparks flew through the round table toward Braham. However, the ground where Asmophel was standing

“...!”

and twisted the orbit of his flying sparks. He couldn’t even take a step toward Braham before he was thrown back through a window, while

cast a spell ahead

expected, dozens of Magic Missiles were already

in ways the other person can’t

his finger and dozens of Magic Missiles flooded toward Asmophel. Asmophel, who was trying to ignore it, received a blow to his shoulder and rushed to defend himself. Nevertheless, it wasn’t easy to defend. Every step on the ground was slippery like it was covered in oil while darkness completely obscured

isn’t completing a

Asmophel suffered setbacks as four, five, and six spells were so quickly linked that they

“Bl...!”

exposed body was

“...oom!”

in activating his skill. A transparent red flower made of sword energy unfolded around Braham’s distant body. If it was a real battle then it

‘His willpower is great.’

as he used

‘It is useless.’

targeted skill. It meant the skill

“Hoh?”

Teleport but the flowers

know it is

It was a signal—a sign for the flowers surrounding Braham’s body to

“...!”

of the teleport was completely different from Asmophel’s expectations. The flustered Asmophel

didn’t end with one 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

“Cough, cough...!”

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 the explosion, the flowers would’ve

“...I lost.”

monster that continued to leap through space by using Teleport in succession? He felt he couldn’t beat Braham

“......”

was speechless. In fact, he was in great shock. It was the first time in his life that he had been wounded by an ordinary human being, not a transcendent or a legend. One

least four such people here. Braham scanned Asmophel, Piaro, Mercedes, and Teruchan in turn and descended to the

row. The Braham style enhanced Teleport, unlike normal Teleport, consumed dozens of times more mana in exchange for having no cooldown. In his prime, he would still have mana left

“......”