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."

tower master wasn't unfounded. There were no talented people outside the Overgeared Kingdom who could become the sword tower master. Even if they listed the names of the 'swordsmen' who were now gaining fame

was Kraugel, but this person wasn't Kraugel. They had no choice

glared and pushed

them. A Sword Saint who had lived for hundreds of years. The

to shut his mouth. It was because

"I greet the elder."

master appointed by Grid. On the

possible to those who visited the 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 a single minute or second. He wanted to teach even

he was thinking. His words and actions

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

a flying fish jumping on the sea surface. The waves that spread as sharply as

temperament, it was an energy that dealt shock and tore at everything. Against this sharp

in and disturbed it. It took him less than a second to

rare talent. The tough and difficult years of your life have tempered you." As Biban spoke, Singuled's body spun around and his

his shock on his face. How could

and

a low voice,

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

not good

pulled out his sword. His agitation subsided. It was natural. Singuled wasn't a fool. He noticed

we do

person who enjoyed battle itself. He was happy to realize how wide the world was through this unknown master. He thought it was an opportunity to see how far

he also drew his

Master—he had no intention of

in pain. He couldn't even hold

you, 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

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

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 of the target and

posture of putting his

'Draw Sword?'

She 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

"......?!"

collapse. The pose resembled a dead frog. It was the aftermath of the

to himself, "Doing 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... Amelda's aura was in