Overgeared

Chapter 1808

The key word running through Mercedes’ mental world was regret. The sights reenacted here were ‘moments I want to take back’ for her. It was quite unexpected that she picked the day she first met Grid as one of them, but... in any case, Grid wanted to respect Mercedes’ tastes.

‘One day, when I gather all my energy and get to sleep with them again...’

On that night, he would put a crown on Mercedes’ head and practice a master-servant reversal relationship. There wasn’t the dignity of the Only One God. Mercedes’s voice permeated Grid’s ears as he made a sincere promise. It was a calm voice without trembling.

“Thank you. Thanks to My Liege, I was able to develop further.”

The image of Mercedes forcing Grid, who was on his knees and looking like a puppy, to kiss her instep, ankle, calf, thigh, and even higher was gone. Mercedes had smashed it.

Was that why? The scene from just before seemed to have been deleted from her memory. The evidence was that she spoke calmly, without the slightest sign of embarrassment.

‘Is it a good thing...?’

Grid’s expression was subtle as he looked at Mercedes, who had regained her composure. He felt both relieved and sorry. He was willing to match Mercedes’ tastes. In fact, it was a reward for him. He always thought that Mercedes’ slender white feet and ankles were pretty...

‘...Stop.’

Grid barely blocked his stream of consciousness that kept going astray. He shook off his idle thoughts and spoke calmly, “I haven’t done anything. As always, I admire you for pioneering a new field on your own, Mers. Congratulations.”

Grid didn’t bother to mention the scene that Mercedes had seemed to have forgotten about. He acted casually as if he hadn’t seen anything.

“Yes...”

A shadow briefly fell over Mercedes’ face. She couldn’t be happy. Her memories with Grid... no. One delusion was gone forever. It was sad. At best, a new regret was about to grow in the mental world that had erased one regret.

Grid could feel it. Weren’t they a couple? They always had a rapport and this was Mercedes’ mental world. If Grid couldn’t read her feelings and thoughts in this place, then it would be a disease beyond the level of tactlessness.

“I’ll do it myself next time.”

“......?”

Mercedes was puzzled by the words, only to soon turn pale. It was the aftermath of reading the meaning in Grid’s words. It had been devastating that her bad taste was exposed to the person she loved the most in the world.

Grid felt Mercedes’ mental world shake and urgently continued, “I’ve wanted to try it for a long time. That... a kiss on the back of your foot.”

It was only then—

Mercedes’ stiff expression

would I lie to

“I’m glad.”

match made in heaven? Mercedes was really glad that

has assimilated with Mercedes’ mental world,

of their mental worlds was

spring? It happened while he was trying to

were a match

Y-Yes. By the way, what

weapon that unites me with My Liege. I’m very happy and excited. It's just like the first night we spent in the mountain

night, I won’t

them started to concentrate fully. He activated Intent Production and started the production of a new dragon weapon. At the same time, a miraculous scene was created. The surface

the flames. It went against providence. It was

Taang, taang, taang!

to influence Grid’s production. It wasn’t in a positive way. Repeatedly cooling the

In the end, Mercedes looked worried because she saw it was

Look at this. Isn’t it as

deciding that he

a result that came from the unity of our mental worlds. This phenomena must

he was tempering as a failure. It was because the form was as beautiful as a work of art. The cracks that occurred on the surface of the bones and the scales every time it was damaged by the cold were like snowflakes and they even contained a very strong

and a mace.

good at handling all types of weapons. It was different from the swordsmen who were bound by

“......”

felt his face become itchy and looked

him with solemn eyes. “Why do I go well

were united. Currently, Grid and Mercedes were deeply connected. It was to the point where they could read each other’s

beautiful would the mace made in this state be? It must feel like holding a pillar of red and transparent snowflakes in your hands.

satisfaction. In fact, she thought a mace was good. Most of the other apostles used the sword as

thoughts and nodded. “That’s right. In particular, Baal is likely to have achieved becoming immune to

course, Grid’s death toll was higher, but Baal was properly hit by Twilight. He wouldn’t want to be cut again. He

the souls of the dead again and again to be immune to the

of snowflakes were being separated from Trauka’s bones and scales as it was being forged into a single weapon. The sharp particles fell off and

more

words. The fragments of red snowflakes separated from the dragon’s bones and scales and flew toward Mercedes. They slowly rotated

suddenly became clear as she communicated with Grid. The look in the eyes of a noble knight. She seemed to have gained a new enlightenment and the rings rotated, united, and scattered repeatedly while following her movements in the air. They flew to the ‘sword’ that was placed on the anvil that Grid had stopped

bit like Defying the Natural

happened as Grid was thinking

to the rapidly cooled temperature. It was the Heart of the Frost