Overgeared

Before the appearance of the 4th Great Demon, Gamigin...

"How great is this swordsman that he became the tower master over us? I'm looking forward to it."

"It is what His Liege has decided. Don't be so rude."

Piaro, Asmophel, and the other former Red Knights were climbing the sword tower. They were all of high standing.

Piaro was a general and the food and agriculture minister, while Asmophel was credited in squashing the terrorist attacks and was the security minister. Singuled, Amelda, Kentrick, and Dante served as generals, knights, and swordsmanship instructors. They were once prominent figures in the empire and they also played an active role in the Overgeared Kingdom. The sight of them all going to meet one person made even the word 'rare' feel lacking.

"Of course, I don't mean to be rude. Still, shouldn't we check to see if he is qualified?"

"......"

No one refuted Singuled's comments. Piaro and Dante were silent when they would've normally said the sentence 'How dare you doubt His Liege's eye?'

Grid had become a god, but it was due to countless achievements and building up a great deal of strength. It didn't mean that he had become a perfect being. In the first place, a god wasn't perfect or omnipotent. It was a fact they had learned from the gods. Therefore, Piaro and Dante were worried.

"Certainly... His Majesty is soft-hearted and believes others will be the same as him. He trusts people more than necessary."

"Right, right. I said this when he easily accepted Singuled."

"Amelda, haven't you grown a lot?"

The top of the sword tower was the 30th floor. It was one of the tallest buildings in the Overgeared Kingdom. The steep, spiral staircase continued endlessly. However, it wasn't enough to delay the footsteps of the knights. Their breathing wasn't disturbed at all as they reached the top in no time.

They stood in front of a tightly closed door and exchanged looks. The unknown sword tower master. If he was taking advantage of King Grid's favor... they would give out a reasonable punishment.

"Come in." A strange voice came from beyond the door. It sounded surprisingly young. It was a middle-aged man like Piaro at most.

The veins on Singuled's forehead bulged as he smiled through gritted teeth. "Come in? Haha, that cheeky guy is using information language to me from the beginning."

"Calm down, Singuled. He hasn't even seen us yet."

"That's right. This is the sword tower. He is probably misunderstanding us as trainees."

"We need to observe and act more closely."

could become the sword tower master. Even if they listed the names of the 'swordsmen' who were now gaining fame on

would concede if it was Kraugel, but this person wasn't Kraugel. They had no choice but to doubt

glared and pushed

master, Biban greeted them. A Sword Saint who had lived for hundreds of years. The atmosphere was ordinary.

angrily only to

"I greet the elder."

It wasn't because he recognized Biban's identity at first glance. He showed the minimum of respect because this was the sword tower master appointed by Grid. On the other hand, Biban's attitude was different. He waved his hand like it was annoying. "That's enough with the

time, Biban's role was to teach as much as possible to those who visited the sword tower. Grid had personally asked it of him Furthermore, the

knew what he was thinking.

didn't come all the way here to say hello to you." Singuled stepped forward. There was no time for anyone to stop him. To be exact, none of the people in the group had

resilient. It was reminiscent of a flying fish jumping on the sea surface. The waves that spread as sharply as a piece of glass were particularly

energy that dealt shock and tore at everything. Against this sharp and

It took him less

past. Excellent. It is a rare talent. The tough and difficult years of your life have tempered you."

emotions, but he showed his shock on his face. How could he not be shocked? In the golden age of the former Red Knights, the number of

and Asmophel's

murmured in a low voice, "It

a master they had never seen before. It was the moment everyone

not good

was natural. Singuled wasn't a fool. He noticed that Biban's skills were real.

we do

realize how wide the world was through this unknown master. He thought it was an opportunity to see

and he also drew

intention of damaging the reputation of his position, even if it was only for one week. This was a place to discuss swords. No Sword Saint

struck and coughed in

killing intent is a weapon. Therefore, you show your killing intent, but it is too one-dimensional. It is better to tidy it up. The more you refine your flesh, the more reliable your weapon will be. Then sharpen your soft sword. The more

do so. It was an extremely polite attitude. He wasn't aware of it. It was naturally like this. It was because he glimpsed the depths of profound

too! Fight me!" Amelda blinked her large eyes and raised her hands. She was a knight and a geographer, so she had already grasped the terrain of this huge, circular room. She calculated how to use it to limit the movements

The posture of putting his hand on the sword handle was

'Draw Sword?'

didn't give the other party a chance to draw the sword. She hid behind a pillar and threw her shield. Unlike Singuled, she wasn't straightforward. The other side was a

"......?!"

moved along the scheduled route while the shield caught Biban's eye, only for her to collapse. The pose resembled a dead frog. It was the aftermath of the shield returning like a boomerang and striking

a movement like

while ago, Biban hadn't taken one step out of place. He lifted the sheath slightly, exposing a very small portion of the blade that collided with the flying shield. The rebound of the collision forced