Overgeared

Descarta Mountain—it belonged to the Saharan Empire, but for more than 200 years, the half-draconians had effectively been in control of it. Descarta Mountain was the land of the half-draconians, their motherland, and their home. Of course, the story would be different the moment the empire sent its main force but it was unlikely the empire would actively engage—the empire had at least 50 borders.

If power was concentrated on one side then the empire would reveal a gap. The empire didn’t feel the need to reclaim the Descarta Mountain until it had gathered enough power to ‘subdue’ the half-draconians. Since the current empress, Basara, was trying to reconcile the two races, Descarta Mountain was likely to continue being dominated by the half-draconians.

‘There is no agitation.’

Hao looked around as he came to Descarta Mountain after hearing the sad news about Helena. The person who had Hel’s name was one of the prides of the half-draconians. Helena was the one who was originally supposed to be the lord but no one was mourning her death.

It was understandable. Helena was still lacking in skills but her instincts were better than anyone else. This was why she spoke some absurd words. Most of the half-draconians hated her for advocating to quit playing with the empire and leave for a bigger world.

Playing? The power of the empire wasn’t weak enough to be ignored by her. All the half-draconians were fighting desperately.

It was in order for the low-grade warriors to break through the elite soldiers of the empire to cut the knights’ necks. The intermediate warriors fought, learned, and trained themselves to fight and win against the single digit knights and the senior warriors trained and bled every day to deal with the magicians more efficiently. All the half-draconians engaged fiercely and passionately in the war that had been going on for centuries.

Helena denied all of them. She even made an absurd declaration to move all the half-draconians to the Chaos Mountains.

‘There are no half-draconians who want to fight against monsters.’

The still young (by half-draconian standards) Helena and the group who followed her didn’t understand the difference between a monster with a strong body and a skilled human. In short, a battle with the latter was more enjoyable, difficult, and worthy of learning.

However, Helena’s group had fewer opportunities to learn this fact. In particular, Helena’s innate strength was higher than a single digit Red Knight so everything seemed boring for her.

‘...Sometimes I will miss her.’

Hao made a bitter expression. He had no affection for Helena. Even so, it was a bit strange that the woman who complained every time he visited Descarta Mountain was completely gone.

“This guy, it is hard to see your face. Do I have to call you for you to come?” The atmosphere was festive but it was called a funeral. Hao prayed for the deceased for a while and once he opened his eyes, Bunsdel was by his side.

“I greet the strongest lord,” Hao greeted him politely and Bunsdel waved his hand with an expression like he was chewing on shit.

“What nonsense about being the strongest? I’m a fool who can’t even participate in the war because I’m afraid the grandmaster will appear.”

“Haha...”

Hao knew it—Bunsdel was someone who once treated Helena as a princess and regarded her as a companion, not a subordinate. He wasn’t someone weak. Rather, he was frighteningly strong. No one even thought of protesting this fact. Knowing this, the vast majority of the half-draconians considered him as the lord.

However, Bunsdel didn’t officially take the lord’s position.

because he can’t

moment he stood on the battlefield, he was unable to control himself and

battlefield. The empire’s front lines would collapse and the grandmaster would emerge. The battle

the lord’s position. He feared his power that might break the balance of the present

dragon. As it happened, he became lord through the will of his people rather than by law. His qualifications were incomplete and he couldn’t control

many

to Hao, who handed him a large bag. It was full of wine bottles. Bunsdel’s

is a half-draconian among the

“Haha...”

become a half-draconian, he had to agree to the absurd demand of distilling alcohol every day. This forced Hao to constantly travel back and forth between the

feel thankful to Bunsdel. Even now, the amount of money this damn person snatched away due to all the alcohol was enormous. It was crazy that every time he received a summoning quest, he also

wanted to leave Descarta Mountain quickly and brought up the

You wouldn’t have simply called me to

value was unique even among the half-draconians. He was a human and could fully integrate into human society. This allowed him to fulfill

rush.” Bunsdel shrugged while opening a bottle

“...?”

to be a lord. I must find the culprit and

culprit? Didn’t she die in the Chaos Mountains?

monster until she dies. Helena wasn’t killed by a monster. She was struck down by someone’s wisdom.

“...!”

nonsense. However, one human passed through Hao’s mind. Coincidentally, this man had clashed with the half-draconians in Frontier.

then he could’ve really defeated

would be impossible for Grid

his colleagues. A chill

him hunting in

the Chaos Mountains? It was crazy speculation but it might be possible for Grid and the Overgeared members. No, it should be possible. This was

“I heard there is a human city near the Chaos Mountains.

Ttiring~

killed Helena and report it to Bunsdel. There were two quest clear conditions: Find the culprit, or find the Heart with Bunhelier’s Protection. In any case, it was a

purpose must

Hao stated earlier, Bunsdel lacked the status of the lord but the story would be different if he absorbed Helena’s heart. It was clear that he would be the strongest lord

‘By the way...’

quest rewards. It would be difficult to accept the quest if the culprit who killed Helena was really Grid. He had already signed a contract with Grid. How could he

‘...Wait.’

He had enough time to discuss it with Grid. Hao decided it might be

“Leave it to me.”