Overgeared

Eclipse—the strongest and worst assassination group that existed for over a thousand years. They were currently serving ‘Lantier’ Faker and were steadily adapting to the new group called the Overgeared Shadows.

Life without harming innocent people, for example, kidnapping young boys and girls, brought peace to their hearts. They might have received brainwashing training to accept any evil behavior and killing as long as it was an order from their superiors, but their human heart still remained in their subconscious.

To be honest, they liked life in the Overgeared Kingdom. As they started to learn their forgotten feelings and morality, they gradually realized the value of life and felt they had finally become human beings. They didn’t have any doubts or anxieties about their new life, except for the fact that their organization name was the Overgeared Shadows. However, today they were full of doubts.

‘Restaurants...?’

An important mission—the assassins gathered urgently at Lantier’s command and were shaken by the mission assigned by the Overgeared King himself. The contents of this mission were so confusing that they revealed their agitation despite being emotionally stunted. Look for hidden restaurants across the country? It seemed much more difficult than the task of finding and killing a public target without leaving any small clues behind.

“Can I dare ask one question?”

A talented person with the nickname Advent of Silence—he was number 166 and the third shadow position during the Eclipse era. Once he raised his hand, Faker gave him the right to speak. He asked, “A restaurant selling delicious food. Is the dictionary meaning correct?”

“That’s right.”

“What is delicious food? Isn’t food just a tool to fill our stomachs?”

They were beings who were abducted before they were mature and raised as Eclipse assassins. Appetite, libido, material desires, etc.—taste was a luxury for them who had all their desires castrated. Therefore, they didn’t understand the concept of taste properly.

“......”

Faker looked at the assassins showing curious expressions and ordered a subordinate to bring over delicacies.

“I think it would be quicker for you to try it and feel it yourself.”

Faker gestured and the assassins started to eat. They soon put down their knives and forks. It was because they couldn’t feel any taste. The moment they felt a bit of satiety, they started rejecting the food. Certain educations they received over the years made them act this way.

“Hmm...”

Choosing restaurants definitely wasn’t an easy task. The concept of taste was something that not even objective evaluations could be blindly trusted. Several times, Faker had been left disappointed after visiting famous restaurants mentioned on social media. This made him familiar with the minimum conditions for evaluating restaurants and he was going to explain this to his subordinates.

However, the Eclipse assassins had lost their taste buds.

How much time had passed? Faker thought silently for a while before ordering his aide, “Tell Idan to prepare lunch.”

“Yes.”

After a moment...

“Kuweek!”

bite of Idan’s food, the Eclipse assassins realized the importance of taste. They finally regained their taste buds and Faker gave them an order, “From now on, find delicious restaurants all

“Yes!”

assassins disappeared into the darkness and

***

seems like

the Tower of Wisdom and said he would meet the gourmet dragon. A dragon was a creature that couldn’t be understood by human ideas. In particular, there were great differences in the values of the dragons who had existed and reigned since the

itself, so they didn’t really think about the situation around them. If something unpleasant happened, then they would lose their temper and destroy everything in sight. It was like a four year old

evaluated a dragon in

know, I met the gourmet

the Behen Archipelago. Most of the dragons had heavy asses and didn’t move directly when they went out to play. Instead, they created an avatar using magic. The

no different from a mother to us. The results were disastrous. My heart was cursed and I couldn’t protect my mother. The gourmet dragon ripped

“......”

won’t end well if you meet

clearly understood Sticks’ concerns. To be honest, he was afraid to meet a dragon, but he wanted to believe in Hayate. Hayate had said it clearly—Raiders was a dragon that was easy to

need to find the restaurants

the Saharan Empire and other kingdoms directly for cooperation then the empress and the kings

Grid’s prediction was correct.

in Titan. Nobles often visit them so the atmosphere and demeanor aren’t inferior. Would you

nation wanted to help Grid. The empress would personally visit the restaurants? The large and

will bring the chefs to the imperial palace right now. Please protect your jade

stop Basara moved frantically and Spear Saint

who manage the affairs of the empire have no

officials. “Evaluating a restaurant isn’t just about evaluating the taste of the food. It is also about observing the overall atmosphere and the attitude

empress must not leave the imperial palace to ensure that the

“I will go directly.”

“...Yes, Your Majesty.”

the officials intuitively noticed that her mood was a bit displeased. Basara left behind the officials who could no longer protest and spoke to Grid, “I’ll finish the preparations as soon as possible. Can you

all night. Take it

her in terms of armed force, but he knew he wasn’t her opponent in terms of power and wealth. No, it was natural

wait

blushed slightly at the romantic words and left the great hall of the emperor’s palace with a shy smile. Unlike the servants who rushed after her, Spear Saint Rachel and Beast King Morse

am grateful that Your Majesty

wasn’t just because he was an allied king. She witnessed Grid’s power and charisma when slaughtering the great demons in the canyon

inspired after visiting the Overgeared Kingdom. It was regrettable that I couldn’t go due to an incident

speak politely was a bit strange to Grid. Morse was a beast-like man with the nickname of Beast King and didn’t know etiquette very

time? I am happy with one meeting. I don’t

and gentle smile thrilled Rachel and Morse. A

as the atmosphere became

is a mess.” Someone’s annoyed voice rang out in