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."

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

concede if it was Kraugel, but this person wasn't Kraugel. They had

and pushed opened

greeted them. A Sword Saint who had lived for hundreds of years. The atmosphere was ordinary. It was easy to

only to shut his mouth. It was

"I greet the elder."

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 formalities.

sword tower. Grid had personally asked it of him Furthermore, the world was in a chaotic situation due to the invasion of demons. Biban didn't want to waste

knew what he was thinking. His words and actions

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 any intention of stopping him. After all, the purpose of the group was to confirm the qualifications of the tower master. There was no reason to stop

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

it was an energy that dealt shock

pushed his hand in and disturbed it. It took him less than a second to grab

intent from the inside. You can inflict a critical injury even with an attack that grazes past. Excellent. It is a rare talent. The tough and difficult years of your life have tempered you." As Biban spoke, Singuled's body spun around and his back touched the

virtue of a master was to hide his true 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 people who

Piaro and Asmophel's eyes

in a low

master they had never seen before. It was the

actually not

It was natural. Singuled wasn't a fool. He noticed that Biban's skills were real. He felt the need to

we do it

were few knights who weren't competitive. Among them, Singuled was a person who enjoyed battle itself. He was happy to realize how wide

nodded and he also drew his sword.

Singuled attacked immediately and Biban easily defeated him. Biban didn't hold back. He revealed his power. The Overgeared Sword Tower Master—he had no intention of damaging the reputation of his position,

his Adam's apple struck and coughed in pain. He couldn't even hold

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

his hurting throat. He could stand up and challenge again immediately, but he didn't do so. It was an extremely polite attitude. He wasn't aware of it. It was naturally like this. It was because he

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

putting his hand on the

'Draw Sword?'

pillar and threw her shield. Unlike Singuled, she wasn't straightforward. The other

"......?!"

eye, only for her to collapse. The pose resembled a dead frog. It was the aftermath of the shield returning

murmured to himself, "Doing a movement like that with the

the sheath slightly, exposing a very small portion of the blade that collided with the flying shield. The rebound of the collision forced the shield to return and hit Amelda in the back of the head...