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.

tower members were agitated. They were flustered by the

Biban, who was famous for being tactless, also

news that humans should be happy about. It was because they had all witnessed it—Grid’s fist, 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,

had lived for so many years, knew

much as you want.” Betty’s small hand patted Grid’s butt. Perhaps she wanted to pat his back, but the position was poor due to

who were silently guarding his side, “The gods who were expelled to the east said it. This was just Ifrit’s

Not only did he distrust the three masters, but Ifrit was

just lowly excuses. He

fact, isn’t it very

Grid was only obsessed with Ifrit’s strength. He wasn’t very interested in the existence called Ifrit. He didn’t ask about

to turn it

pulled out

[Dantalion’s Damaged Book]

sage of hell, a book that could

[Time Regression]

can only

the knowledge of Dantalion destroyed during

was really ‘what if’. It was something he had kept to use if he lost

‘Please.’

Let good luck follow.

was eagerly opening

Radwolf caught his wrist. The giant’s dark eyes looked straight at Grid. “You are deeply emotional right now. Think about it carefully. Do you have to revive Ifrit? Is her existence

a giant. Radwolf accurately saw through Dantalion’s

be buried in. Now, take a deep breath. Take a step back and contemplate it. Why are you trying to revive Ifrit? Is it really because she is precious, or is it a momentary sense

“......”

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

Just then—

to revive ifrit.” Hayate stepped in. He was different from Radwolf. He pointed out a more essential part 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 dragon is that type of existence. There is no way

I can persuade

is a candle just before the flame is 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

“......!”

proper measure of an old dragon’s

expectations and imagination? It would be strange if even such an overwhelming being was unaware of a magic made

knew that she was

discovered that Ifrit had accumulated a large amount of Breath. Breath is the concept of releasing magic power in large quantities. A dragon starts the Breath by circulating the

“...Is it revenge?”

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

of her child. Maybe it is just the result of being obsessed with the lair. We can’t know exactly.

Ifrit

in history. Considering 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 is particularly low