Overgeared

There was an auditory hallucination in his mind. Just like glass shattering, it was the aftermath of the incident.

“Oof...!” Grid’s complexion turned blue as he retched. His heart was in tatters. It was torn apart. It was a pain proportional to the greatness of the happiness he felt a while ago.

[Overgeared God. A great person who overshadows the years. Perhaps I have a strange feeling toward you.]

Ifrit’s voice hovered in his ears. It was vivid. She was the one whom Grid had just shared warmth with. The memory was too clear to be remembered vaguely.

[However, don’t worry. It was a mania temporarily suffered due to the influence of being exposed to Baal’s power.]

She mistook an unfamiliar liking for a disease. It was proof that she had lived close to eternity and had been alone all her life.

[Continue in the future...]

She stopped the word ‘together’ in embarrassment. The faint smile in her eyes that even she might not be aware of.

[It is strange that my heart feels itchy every time you speak. As expected, mania seems to fit. I am going to leave before it gets worse.]

She didn’t distinguish between liking and mania even until the last minute. No, dragons easily understood the concepts they learned once and didn’t forget them.

She knew, but denied it.

‘You were afraid.’

She was afraid she would have lingering feelings.

[100 years is too short. I don’t know when it will be, so you don’t have to wait.]

She ran away while denying her newly found feelings, fearing that she would want to avoid the death she had already been prepared for. She didn’t make any promises because she knew it was impossible to meet again.

‘What is the image of me that will be remembered by her?’

Grid looked back on it.

“Today, you received a lot of help from me, so you are grateful.”

He was condescending. It seemed natural for Ifrit to like him and he revealed a faint greed. He thought ifrit would some day repay him for this grace and that he would enjoy the rights. It was the worst.

Disgust rose.

‘I should’ve said thank you.’

Grid felt dizzy. Didn’t he receive a lot of help? He just didn’t admit it. He was intoxicated by his own performance and pretended to be a benefactor. His only performance was a crude reproduction of Ifrit’s horn. He just temporarily seized the disappearing life.

flustered by the sight

famous for

which was touching Ifrit’s horn, and Grid’s face, which was smiling while he was communicating with Ifrit. It was hard to understand from the standpoint of the tower members, who regarded dragons

for so many years, knew

Perhaps she wanted to pat his

confessed to the tower members, who were silently guarding his side, “The gods who were expelled to the east said it. This was

only did he distrust

excuses. He should’ve asked Ifrit at

fact, isn’t

obsessed with Ifrit’s strength. He wasn’t very interested in the existence called Ifrit. He didn’t ask about the past. Rather, he discussed the future at will. He talked about building a relationship together. He didn’t know it was impossible and

to turn it

out an old

[Dantalion’s Damaged Book]

hell, a book

[Time Regression]

can only

and all the knowledge of Dantalion destroyed

something he had kept to

‘Please.’

Let good luck follow.

was eagerly

The giant’s dark eyes looked straight at Grid. “You are deeply emotional right now. Think about it carefully. Do you

of a giant. Radwolf accurately

that you shouldn’t be buried in. Now, take a deep breath. Take a step back and contemplate it. Why are you trying to revive

“......”

more. He was sorry about Ifrit’s death and felt guilty that he failed to show Ifrit his good side, but he still hesitated to use Dantalion’s book. He weighed the value of Ifrit against his other precious people. The weight was naturally tilted toward others rather than Ifrit. This fact further

Just then—

that only a dragon slayer could know. “If she is revived, she will just repeat the same fate. Eventually, she will go to Trauka. A fire

I can persuade

extinguished. Even if her fate changes, it is just to the degree of delaying death for a few days.” Hayate’s expression suddenly darkened. “In the first place, the biggest problem is

“......!”

It was a proper measure of an old dragon’s transcendence. How sensitive were his

and imagination? It would be

was going to die

concept of releasing magic power in large quantities. A dragon starts the Breath by circulating the magic power of the heart once. Yet there were at least nine branches of magic power in Ifrit’s heart. It wouldn’t be strange if her heart exploded immediately.

“...Is it revenge?”

defeated and injured in a struggle over territory. In fact, Ifrit had lost most of her power when her horn was cut off.

future of her child. Maybe it is just the result of being obsessed with the lair.

Ifrit have

the time when Ifrit gave birth, this is around the time when her child will become an adult... I’m honestly not sure. The survival rate of fire dragons