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.”

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 for Grid. He also felt a faint liking because Grid shared his feelings for

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

He was very unhappy

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

“I won’t refuse.”

a friend of his liege and a legend of 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 couldn’t bear

“...!”

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,

cast a spell ahead of

into the meeting room. As expected, dozens of Magic Missiles were already aiming at him. A chill went down Asmophel’s spine as he

to move in ways

blow to his shoulder and rushed to defend himself. Nevertheless, it wasn’t

isn’t completing a spell

as four, five, and six spells

“Bl...!”

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

“...oom!”

sword energy unfolded around Braham’s distant body. If it was a real battle then it would be described as ‘mutual

‘His willpower is great.’

as

‘It is useless.’

It meant the

“Hoh?”

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

you know it is

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

“...!”

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

screamed as he was swept away by the explosion and collapsed. It 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

“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 kept chasing him. Thus, he arranged the situation while taking some

“...I lost.”

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

“......”

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 arm was

here who could fight against him. There were at least four such people here. Braham scanned Asmophel, Piaro, Mercedes,

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

“......”