Overgeared

People believed that Hayate was the strongest. He might be a character who only recently appeared and had never played an active role, but he was naturally recognized as the strongest. There was no doubt about it.

Dragon Slayer—the only Absolute in human history. Who would question his ability?

There was a section of Grid's 18th epic that portrayed Hayate as a frightened hermit, but people didn't care. They understood the solitude and fear of the Absolute, while naturally looking forward to the power of the Absolute. They purely welcomed Hayate and cheered for him, who relied on Grid to come out into the world.

It could be interpreted that Hayate's performance today was a response to their support. He bravely faced a dragon that caused a disaster with a single flap of the wings and in the end, he managed to protect the people. He fulfilled the responsibilities of Grid and the apostles while they were away from the surface.

"…Uwaaaaahhhhh!"

The place where the dragon left—it was only after Hayate put away his dazzling sword that people started cheering. They finally realized that the hellish battle was over. They surrounded Hayate as he roughly wiped away the blood on his body that had almost been torn to shreds. It was to the extent where they seemed like they would toss him up.

There was the sound of an explosion coming from the direction Bunhelier had left in and it was quite loud. However, the noise was only heard in Kraugel's ears. People didn't sense it and were excited. For them, the outcome of winning or losing didn't matter. The fact that they survived was the important thing.

"……"

Hayate's expression was as calm as always. He was very calm as a noble aristocrat. However, he was inwardly very puzzled. He had been fighting alone for over a thousand years, so he was very unfamiliar with the cheers of people. He might be in a daze, but his heart was tickled.

He was happy… he thought this expression could be used. Suddenly, he had a certain wish. He hoped that his colleagues who were fighting in hell would be able to feel the same way he was feeling right now.

'Please come back safely.'

Now they could stand proudly in front of people. A world had arrived where Biban didn't need to be in charge of cleaning the bathroom even if he went around the neighborhood and talked about his identity. It had already happened so they should enjoy it.

A series of explosions were heard from further away than before. It was the sound coming from the fight between Bunhelier and Nevartan, who had encountered each other. Fortunately, the battle took place in a remote location. It was according to Hayate's calculations. The dragons were instinctively drawn toward the forest where the magical remnants of the dead myth predator were drifting.

"It is you who defeated the Gale of the Great Forest," Hayate spoke to Marie Rose, who had just descended to the ground.

Marie Rose didn't answer. Her eyes were half closed as she picked up her parasol and opened it. It was even though it was late at night now. It was a sight that proved her parasol wasn't intended to block the sun. It was meant to cover up her beauty.

People were easily making this guess when Marie Rose merged with the darkness and disappeared. She didn't even look at Hayate and Kraugel. She didn't seem to feel anything even though they stopped the invasion of the old dragon together.

Hayate and Kraugel had expected her attitude. From the moment she fought Bunhelier to the present, Marie Rose's gaze had often been turned to one direction of the sky. It was the direction where Grid was being shown. Her only concern was for Grid. They were impressed by the way she smiled brightly and looked back at Grid every time she did something, like a child longing for praise.

Hayate stated after he stared at the spot where Marie Rose had disappeared. The people at the scene didn't hear him. It was because they were all bedazzled by their fascination with Marie Rose and

head in a puzzled manner. "Is there a need to worry? Putting

words and deeds according to the nature or circumstances of the subject. It meant he tailored his style so that he could easily get the

and focused on the

misunderstood. I am worried about Grid's

"What is Grid's attitude…"

many women

"……"

is enough for him to have at

lived for over a thousand years, to criticize Grid's attitude. They took the old tales as

be a fierce battle for succession. In order to prevent a great disaster, it is necessary to hold the center

"……"

Marie Rose isn't weaker than Grid. It isn't a problem to always

a nobleman from a thousand years ago. He might reject the custom of a man having multiple wives, but he didn't criticize it. Perhaps

'Shit…'

is the worst man.

expectations, the disappointed people trembled with jealousy. It was proof that their daily life, which had collapsed overnight, was

***

regaining a bit of their daily lives, there was naturally the activities of the hell expedition. The situation in hell flowed

the apostles, and the tower members operating in various parts of hell were gradually reducing the number of demons. There was

just a little

unexpectedly pierced the ground rather than the sky. Then she found a great deal of demons blocking her path. They were different from the great demons or Baal's henchmen and were

could

can't be reached…

The dry voice that cracked every time they spoke gave her

the identity of the hell moon was a creature made of countless

aren't qualified… to

every time the demons waved their dry hands. It took the form of a clear sword and the

forest of swords literally

twitched. Her transparent pupils became

'This?'

another soul resided in