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—

stiff expression

course. Why would I lie

“I’m glad.”

that went beyond a respect for her taste. Wasn’t this a match made in heaven? Mercedes was really glad

‘Sanctuary of Metal’ has assimilated with Mercedes’ mental world, ‘Frozen

unity of their

hot spring? It happened while he was trying to identify the picturesque things that

a match made in heaven. Therefore, she shifted Grid’s attention.

the way,

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

that night,

activated Intent Production and started the production of a new dragon weapon. At the same time, a miraculous

even the flames. It went against providence. It was a sight that reminded him that the mental world was a space disconnected

Taang, taang, taang!

of Mercedes’ mental world continued to influence Grid’s production. It wasn’t in a positive way. Repeatedly cooling the heated bones and scales of Trauka damaged the

In the end, Mercedes looked worried

this. Isn’t it as beautiful as a

he had to

of our mental worlds.

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 energy. Of course, if he had to make a weapon in this state, then it should be a mace that smashed

mace. They match

weapons. It

“......”

his face become

was staring at him with solemn eyes. “Why do I go well with

Mercedes were deeply connected. It was to the point where they could read each other’s minds

explained calmly, “Look, look. How beautiful would the mace made in this state be? It must feel like holding a pillar of red and transparent

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

read her thoughts and nodded. “That’s right. In particular, Baal is

to Grid. Of course, Grid’s death toll was higher, but Baal was

that he must be searching the souls of the dead again and again to be immune to the sword... Huh?” Grid explained while tapping on the hammer. Then he stopped

was being forged into a single weapon. The sharp particles fell

it is more of a sword than

from the dragon’s bones and scales and flew toward Mercedes. They slowly rotated and resembled

look in the eyes of a noble knight. She seemed to have gained a new enlightenment and the rings rotated, united, and scattered

a bit like Defying the Natural Order in that it

as Grid was thinking

time a fragment of a red snowflake moved, an unexpected object reacted to the rapidly cooled temperature. It was the Heart of the Frost Queen. It started