Overgeared

Chapter 1776

Sword Saint Muller and the tower members were great people. They lived lives worthy of praise. However, they refused to admire and praise themselves. It was because they remember the lives they failed to protect, rather than the lives they saved. They were always ashamed of themselves, despite living for others all their lives.

Moreover, Muller had a history of escaping to the dimensional gap. Recently, the tower members failed to fulfill their duties against the dragons.

“...It is an honor to meet you.”

Muller and the tower members understood each other’s positions. They regarded this momentous meeting as a great honor but they didn’t show it.

As a result, Nefelina watched their encounter and snorted. It was while caressing her soft belly. “It must be embarrassing to see that the great Muller is a pervert.”

“What do you mean by Muller is a pervert?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t see it. Grid, it isn’t just you. The tower also witnessed him harassing me. Trying to cover up the incident will only damage your reputation.”

“Harassment...? I see.” Grid thought for a moment before nodding. “It must’ve been quite upsetting that Muller chased you through the teleportation. I wasn’t sensitive. Sorry.”

Grid put himself in Nefelina’s shoes. She was only a hatchling, but she was the daughter of the Insane Dragon. She must’ve taken great pride in the fact that she was a master of magic, but she was tricked by humans. It was natural to be angry.

“But to call him perverted is a bit...”

“What are you saying?” Nefelina looked at Grid, who was cautiously speaking, as if he was pitiful. “I just teleported in response to your call. Technically, Muller tracked your magic, not mine. It isn’t me who should be angry, it is you, Grid.”

“......?”

Was it like this? Indeed, summoning an apostle was like summoning the knights. It was a skill where he was the subject, so it made sense...

Grid started to feel bad for some reason.

Nefelina’s eyes were dull as she looked at him. “Fool.”

“What?”

“A man who is an outsider touched my stomach. Why aren’t you doing anything, Grid? Why do you keep paying attention to useless things? Fool! Grid is a fool!”

“......”

“Basara said it! A woman should value her body, especially her belly! Grid, you are a fool who doesn’t even know that!”

Grid’s mind gradually became confused. This happened right after the fight with Fire Dragon Trauka. He was emotionally disturbed because his emotions fluctuated in many ways. He was also anxious because he was worried about Biban’s condition.

In this situation, Nefelina kept talking nonsense. Wouldn’t he have hit her on the head if she wasn’t polymorphed into the form of a little girl?

Grid’s current state wasn’t intact, so he couldn’t help thinking this. Then suddenly—

“Nefelina is indeed like a girl,” Hayate said while walking beside him. There was a faint smile on his face and he looked very pleased.

at Muller and came to his senses. He compared Nefelina, who was glaring at him with puffed

them. She was thinking like a human being in the aftermath of

this child working hard in her

“W-What is it?”

white and she stepped back. It was because Grid suddenly seemed to stop, only to stride closer. Was it too much to call him a fool? She

the little girl’s entire face. It was bumpy, but

had been as white as porcelain, turned

an irresistible providence, a fate set by the old dragons. From the moment they were born, they

Grid and the people of the empire. She was happy. It was to the extent where she thought she

“Huh?”

I called you a

a

a father and daughter, were the hope of the tower members. It made them dream of a future where dragons and

apologize to

a Sword Saint was unmatched. It was a level where it could move awkwardly through the Realm of the Absolute. There was no way he couldn’t notice the commotion coming from behind him. He didn’t even miss the fact that the breath of Biban, who was on Ken’s back,

and Ken immediately responded. He struck the walls to shorten the distance to the hospital room. Dozens of walls were demolished, spreading

“......”

tower members were

has roughly

remembered Kubartos, the top dragon who ambushed them relatively close to the Tower of Wisdom. This meant they would be forced to move towers once more. At that time, the probability of the tower members’ position being exposed would increase for a while, so it

laid Biban down. Then he raised

he was suffering

time dissecting a human other than

the panicked tower members, Betty pulled out a scalpel. She seemed to have judged that the medical knowledge acquired by dissecting the creatures of hell

were spinning around and he talked to Muller, “I am sober.

got back from the No Offspring Tomb, Grid decided to treat Muller as a respected person. It was judged that there was no need to apply the hierarchy of the emperor and god against Muller. It was natural. Muller was a hero revered by all and a figure from hundreds of years ago. Being respectful to him wasn’t a liability or would

was about to ask Your

let light flicker at his fingertips. It was a phenomenon where the

“......?”

Drawing a sword?

or a priest, but someone who was crazy about the sword. Yes, the man in front of him with particularly impressive big, clear eyes was the

“Wait...”

was stuck in Biban’s chest. The direction that the blood instantly surged out in was constant. Not a single drop of blood escaped and scattered under the sunlight. It had a color as dark as wine and

“Isn’t this crazy?”

twisted like a

hadn’t swung his paintbrush and set up a barrier, his hand would’ve crushed Muller’s wrist rather than

gone through too much in a short amount of time and felt immense fatigue. He wanted to

cut better. No matter their ultimate goal, using the sword well will make it easier for a swordsman to

heavy yet clear voice—Muller’s powerful voice stopped

because there was no wound on Biban’s chest, which was supposedly stabbed. The blood gushing in an

the illusion that

created by Sir Biban and the Undefeated King’s Swordsmanship that greatly intimidated Saharan, who wasn’t afraid of even the sky. The

swinging their sword were two different things. No matter how hard they