Overgeared

What is wrong with being read by your child?

People generally had this similar reaction. Exile, the head of the Vaintz family, felt annoyed.

What are you doing that is so clean and dignified that you ignore the value of secrets?

Am I the only one who is dirty?

Hypocritical people...

Just like the head of a family with murder as its business, Exile easily had a killing heart. The slightest conflict caused him to be engulfed in the desire to resolve it with murder. Exile tried to hide himself. He realized that he wouldn't be treated as a human being the moment he was discovered by someone.

How to blend into society.

How to understand the ordinary.

How to maintain the right spirit, etc.

The studies that the previous head of the family taught him since childhood acted as safeguards.

It happened when he was getting further away from his own flesh and blood...

He suddenly had doubts.

Why does my wife sympathize with me? Why is she as afraid of our daughter's Keen Insight as I am? Does this mean she is as dirty as I am...?

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"Looking at it this way, you are truly the blood of my family."

The head of the statue of Pluto, which had been handed down from generation to generation, flew away. The culprit was the one who left the family a long time ago. Coincidentally, it was his only blood that still existed.

Therefore, he accepted her request to take the test to become the head of the family. He used the excuse of 'How dare I go against Your Highness' and wanted to re-embrace the child he had abandoned a long time ago. He never dreamed of this development.

"I never thought you would destroy it without hesitation."

"Get rid of it first," Mercedes declared coldly.

Was it called the god of slaughter? He was as sinister as the red flesh she saw in hell. The fact that she was breathing under the same sky as him gave her goosebumps. She couldn't accept the fact that her father had accepted such a polluted divinity.

Now she wasn't worried about her father's personal safety. She would stop him from doing things he shouldn't do. It was her chivalry.

"Wasn't it Your Highness who asked to become the head of the family? If you are the head of the family, how can you turn a blind eye to what you should learn? This isn't just a thing, but the 'status' of a god. It is the power and symbol that our family has served for hundreds of years. It isn't something to use the impolite expression of 'throw it away.'"

"Stop talking and obey the order." Mercedes' voice sank even more. Her blue hair seemed like flowers in a snowy field. That was how cold she felt. It meant that Mercedes had reached the point where she was routinely expressing her mental image and it also meant that Exile was at least in the same realm.

"Hmm..."

of the family, Exile, who had been protecting the declining family alone. It was a surprise even for Exile because it was

human intelligence. Whose child was she? He always had this question, but now he realized

is my

way of telling her father to shut up. It was evidence that the blood of the Vaintz family had

his wife look like that because he doubted

glued with the night sky. Countless starlight floated on the dark blue skin. It was a very ominous divinity compared to Grid's divinity, which was likened to a sunset, or twilight.

still unfamiliar with the status of an 'evil god,' started to heat up. It was Keen Insight's effort

"I've decided."

scattered like

was different from his ancestors. He was someone who communicated deeply with Pluto. If only at least one more head of the family had skills that were half as

former emperor, Juander, would've faced Exile directly rather than turn away from him. He would've trusted the power of the Vaintz family that was described in history and sent out infinite trust. He would've covered

I think I need

there had been no hesitation in Exile's words and actions. The appearance of the old man

of Mercedes' nose. The dark blue divinity spread as quickly as an electric current. Every wave was harder than steel and sharper than a blade. It was a divinity that seemed to exist in order to lead everything to destruction. It was deformed considering the fact

front of her let out a sharp sound. The dark blue divinity that penetrated the White Tiger Sword like an electric current eroded the blade. To be precise, it was closer to the principle of disintegrating it from the

power of Pluto, the god of slaughter. It killed and destroyed life, matter,

here every day

by Juander. It had been decades since then. It was years of being stuck here alone and communing with God. It was why Exile's God's Descent was more powerful than any other head of the family. The heavenly talent was intertwined with solitude

the

wrapped around Exile's wrist and between his fingers. It took the form of swords in an instant. They were swords that

but Your Highness reminded me. You have

news from Mercedes made him interested. She became one of the emperor's wives. The emperor's perverted taste of welcoming her

the world the skills he had honed over the decades. Maybe

slaughter—Pluto's desire to spread the word about his

was gradually welcoming the aftermath of meeting Mercedes. As a god's companion before the emperor's

"Abandon those eyes."

go of the curse that

"Accept God."

blessing that has

swords. It was literally a wave of attacks. Exile was extraordinary as he wielded two swords with all types of trajectories. He used the help of the divinity to continue the offensive in a single breath. The position of his hands holding the swords changed in real time

while forming fog, walls, thorns, or electric currents to help Exile's swordsmanship so that the concept

due to the repeated topographical features of the divinity that rose and disappeared in succession. She was constrained every time she did something. She didn't care. She had made up her mind from the moment she hadn't raised

"......!"

offensive stopped for the first

power, which approached by breaking through the tsunami-like sword trajectories with force. He quickly crossed the swords in

shake. It was due to Exile repeatedly hitting the walls and

where people communicated with a god for hundreds of years and it became a sanctuary. If this place wasn't judged to be a sanctuary, the entire

through the repeated writing of the chivalric code, scattered like pieces of ice in the winter wind. At the center was Mercedes, who was reminiscent of a monster of the north that Exile had seen a long time ago

have finished

rusted all over like it had been hit by hundreds of years of time. Nevertheless, it still worked properly. It

meaningless to use any