Overgeared

“The gap is too long.”

Nefelina was self-aware. She knew she was a dragon. Of course, it was true that she was just born. She knew she was younger than the little children running around on the streets. However, she was a dragon. She was even the direct descendant of an old dragon. She hadn’t grown up yet and she would be classified as a hatchling for a thousand years.

Nefelina was clearly aware she was a great being. She knew why Grid protected her and cared for her.

Potential—Grid respected Nefelina, who was destined to become an Absolute. He waited for the future to come. It was a future they would share together. It was mutual reliance on each other. Then what was this? She hadn’t seen Grid in over five months.

“Bah,” Nefelina snorted and put down her fork and knife.

She saw her reflection in the mirror. A great being in human form, wearing human clothes, using human tableware, and consuming food in the human way. This was her current self. It was tailored for Grid.

She was looking forward to the future with Grid, so she endured the unwelcome present. She understood and accepted human culture, sentiments, and emotions, even while abandoning her dignity as a great being. It was an effort to get along with Grid.

However, Grid wasn’t by her side. He was originally a wanderer, but this was the first time there was such a long absence. These days, the big dining table felt lonely.

“Does he have the will to be with me in the future when he isn’t with me now? Is this the fish he caught? Is this handling me? It is disgusting.”

Nefelina was young. Furthermore, the side effects of learning about human emotions and sentiment meant she longed for parental affection. Finally, she jumped up from her seat and raised her magic power. She sucked the remaining dozens of servings of food into her mouth without touching them. It couldn’t be helped because she was growing up. Putting aside her anger, she had to eat three meals a day...

“An apostle must be by the side of their god.”

The hatchling’s words were beyond words. She had tried to use Dragon Words before, but it was impossible. The power of Dragon Words increased by fulfilling the covenant and accumulating status. However, Nefelina was of the blood of an old dragon. She might be the daughter of the insane dragon, but Nevartan’s madness wasn’t acquired. Nefelina didn’t inherit the madness. She inherited only the talent and qualifications. She was clever enough to use a shortcut to pull out her potential.

She took advantage of the laws. The beginning that went back into ancient times. The laws established by the gods that existed from the beginning. Gods had apostles and the apostles always followed the god’s orders by the god’s side.

Nefelina disappeared as soon as she added the weak Dragon Words to the laws that governed the world. The triggering of Dragon Words was successful but incomplete. At this moment, her position was close to the area where Gird was located. She could be compared to a cow who entered the slaughterhouse on her own.

***

“Oh my.”

Sariel smiled softly when she felt Nefelina’s presence disappear. She felt peace at the sight of the young hatchling playing freely alone. The peace that humans protected by defeating the demons who climbed up from hell—it was infinitely noble and lovable. She was envious of the other free apostles.

God guaranteed the freedom of his apostles. However, Sariel was concerned about going berserk. She had been imprisoned in the abyss and lived as a demon for a long time. The demonic

tea?” It was a question from Empress Irene. She was worried about

a cup of tea with ice floating in it. “No. Any

from experience that the appearance of a woman was better when hanging out with Irene. She understood

one step late. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. Why was this the case when the ruler of knights wouldn’t lose her breath even when racing around Reinhardt? Irene

was qualified to be the empress; Mercedes, who followed the chivalric code; and Sariel, who administered justice even to the gods—the three women with strong beliefs had a lot in common. An emotional rapport was easily achieved. They respected and admired

a somewhat embarrassed expression, and opened her mouth, “Among the desires, sexual desire isn’t a sin. Rather, it is sacred

the cold tea that she had taken a sip of. The tea that was spat out

crystal of that light that was smaller than a grain of sand was Sariel’s magic power and divinity. It operated as a barrier that couldn’t be invaded using ordinary

you were making an expression like you are a sinner. Do you really feel guilty for being late? Huhut, you are so pure. You aren’t late. The empress and

were those words you said

Sariel, who had an

“S-S-Sexual desire?”

in denial? It is strange. The portraits in your bathroom should be a means of satisfying your sexual desires. You always look at those portraits while soaking in

Omitted.

words that were difficult to accept with common sense without changing her expression. Mercedes, who was staring at her in

peek at my

so. Archangel Sariel was the one who monitored all the sins of the world, even the sins of the gods. Moreover, her mission was to protect Irene. It was natural for Sariel’s gaze to reach every corner of Reinhardt. The perception of

listened to the conversation. She finally learned the identity and usage of the transparent

raise her

shame and guilt. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. Isn’t it because

that the alchemists would even risk their lives to protect

of sacrificing the alchemists to satisfy her desires. But... in any case, she was

of the speechless

object that the alchemist risked their lives to protect, so you should cherish it even more and use it well... you have an obligation to do so. No

other hand, Sariel didn’t

interpret it as your desire being aroused by loneliness because God neglected you. It is sinful to doubt and resent God based on mere reasoning. I think God is testing you, who has stronger desires than the average person, so you should try to overcome the

“......”

sense of humiliation and hoped that this uncomfortable

***

The sixth apostle, Zik.

affairs of Saharan, he also had high political power. He was literally an all-rounder and Lauel