Overgeared

There were no mirrors in Marie Rose’s castle.

A face that was praised by the whole world for being beautiful—it was because the existence of ‘I’ faded every time she looked at this face.

“It wasn’t like this from the beginning.”

Marie Rose raised herself up from the pure white coffin and looked up at the throne. A small soul was approaching the throne, which had been untouched for so many years and had gathered dust. It was while casually asking the question about why there were no mirrors in the woman’s palace.

“I once cherished and loved my face, which looked just like yours.”

A faint smile spread across Marie Rose’s face as she recalled the past from hundreds of years ago. It was a time when she loved her reflection in the mirror. She had laughed quite often back then. It was because her face became a tool to remember her mother. It was proof that she was her mother’s daughter and that she had a family.

Her heart had warmed. It was warm enough to soothe the body and mind that had been cursed. Then little by little, the years went by and she started to grow taller.

Marie Rose gradually got a strange feeling. It was shortly after confirming that her grown body was more powerful than before.

“You will transcend me.”

The words that her mother told her before dying never left her head.

Transcend. Yes, her mother clearly said it.

You are going to go beyond me. Kill Baal using this power and release my resentment.

This meant that Marie Rose’s growth was a very natural result. It was a demonstration of the value of a creature born at the expense of Beriache’s own life. However, a question arose.

Do I really need to look like my mother?

One day, Marie Rose stood in front of the mirror and examined herself very closely. It was from head to toe. She felt a sense of strangeness from her appearance, which looked exactly like her mother as she grew up. The more she compared herself to her older siblings, who looked so different from her mother, the most suspicious she became. She didn’t know the reason.

Did she need to be like her mother? The more she thought about it, the deeper the anxiety that crept into her mind.

In fact, it wasn’t a matter to think deeply about. There was no need to be anxious. Her mother was dead. It was enough for Marie Rose to live her life after fulfilling her obligations. Nevertheless, her instincts cried out to her.

Be suspicious of the situation. Neglect your duty.

It wasn’t a coincidence. It was a warning delivered from the knowledge and information that her mother had passed onto her. It wasn’t known exactly what the warning was about. It was proof that the knowledge and information she inherited from her mother was incomplete. Marie Rose was vaguely aware that her mother had deliberately concealed some information from her.

Then she was reunited with Braham. At first, he was her mother’s enemy. He had the same attitude as the past and barked nonsense like a dog. Then shortly after she promised to marry Grid, Braham came to her castle for the first time and spoke ‘words’ rather than barking.

“You are Mother’s ideal. It is necessary for you to behave properly.”

Ideal—this terrible word was a wake-up call to Marie Rose. It was a wake-up call that revealed the true nature of the anxiety she had been feeling.

That’s right—Marie Rose was Beriache’s ideal. It wasn’t just innate strength and personal appearance. Marie Rose was the ultimate being Beriache had hoped for.

Why did her mother give birth to her? Was it purely for revenge? She didn’t think so...

“”I loved you once,”” the small figure sitting on the throne said.

The torches that started to burn in response to her magic cleared away the darkness of the great hall. The appearance was soon revealed to be that of a little girl. The identity of the person sitting on the throne was Beriache’s soul. She was covered with wounds.

If the method to maintain the soul wasn’t magic power, mental power, and ‘desire,’ perhaps she would’ve disappeared immediately—Beriache’s soul was in such a bad state that people couldn’t help thinking this. All the wounds were presumed to have been caused by powerful magic. The amount of magic power that rose and leaked like smoke seemed considerable.

“”Thank you, and I’m sorry.””

Beriache’s origin was the underground area of Reidan Desert. It was the aftermath of her taking this place as her home after being expelled from hell. Thanks to that, the magic power of all the vampire cities in the desert flocked to Beriache. It gave a distinct form to her soul, which had been repeatedly blurring due to the magic power leaking from the wounds.

“Mother!” There was a being who witnessed the magic power returning to its origin and rushed over in surprise. He was the only ‘survivor’ of the direct descendants apart from Braham and Marie Rose. It was Noll. He inherited the attribute of ‘compassion’ from Beriache and was very affectionate. His tears were well suited to him because he looked like a little boy. It wasn’t at all awkward for him to cry and hug his mother after reuniting with her for the first time in hundreds of years.

“...Visitors who come without permission aren’t welcome.”

“Keuk.”

Just before he could share a hug with his mother, Noll lost his

“”You are violent.””

for her son

‘It won’t be easy.’

indeed formidable. It would’ve been possible for her to defeat Baal

eyes sank. “The reason

stand in front of the throne. She bent down and grabbed the armrests of the throne with both hands. She lowered her head to be at eye level with her mother, who looked

who will one day surpass

I was going to use you to gain the power I couldn’t get on my own, and then take it away from you.

and Beriache were

in pain or sad, while Marie Rose’s eyes curved in a half moon to avoid showing

child, why is

given birth

the moment when Beriache, who didn’t know anything about

were resting on the armrest floated in the air for a moment. The back of the throne was terribly crushed. It was the result of the shockwave caused by Marie Rose’s

Baal yourself, rather than Grid, I would’ve resurrected when you were tired after winning and the plan would’ve been completed

see. Then I would’ve died

I prepared in case you betrayed me, was completed

opportunity to die

Rose had been deeply troubled after

Rose couldn’t easily hate her, whom she loved. It was also hard for Marie Rose to resent her because she understood Beriache’s position. It might be a bit disgusting, but how about living

over. The moment Beriache mentioned Grid, Marie Rose’s affection

Let’s just kill her...

Wasn’t she dead anyway?

the first time, the smile disappeared from Marie Rose’s face as she

“”Yes, hate me.””

planned, Marie Rose

It was sincere.

the

and Amoract, who drove her to give birth to Marie Rose; Grid, who killed Baal without Marie Rose’s help; Braham, who stood in her way and made

all,

Beriache sighed deeply and recalled her duty. ‘I have a duty to protect the world my

was a duty that no one would understand. Therefore, she didn’t bother to say it. Beriache was determined to be remembered forever as the demon who had harmed and devoured her daughter out of personal greed. She might be criticized by everyone in the world, but she believed she had a duty to live for her father, who was betrayed by his other

what could she do? Until she gave birth to Marie Rose, she never dreamed that she would feel sorry

exploded. It was the result of

waist was torn. It was

lived alone for many years—thanks to the long-awaited guests, the solitude that had been lifted was turned into a form of silence. Everything was

‘It isn’t good.’

more haggard Marie Rose’s face became. In fact, she had felt it the moment she faced Beriache. It was the sense that the power and magic power she had accumulated in proportion to the passing years were rejecting her and

right—she was weakening in real time. The weaker she became, the stronger Beriache became. As a being who was born for Beriache in the first place, Marie Rose’s existence itself

her dizzy mind, Marie Rose’s left hand was cut off.

couldn’t use both arms and

is

bizarre strides, closed the distance

of the Beginning, Yatan, accompanied him. The strongest forces, which had been absent from the hell expedition for some reason, grasped

trembled. She seemed to sadly accept that the

better

go against Beriache was Eve. Too much time had passed and there were too many beings

in exchange for protecting the world that Father made... I think it is a very

purpose and couldn’t bear to make eye contact with Marie Rose. Additionally,

served. Now that Eve discovered that Beriache was fighting to protect the world Yatan had created, she couldn’t stand in Beriache’s way. It wasn’t out of personal feelings. Of course, it also wasn’t a betrayal of Grid. It was more

immobility, as if she had been nailed down. At the same

over, and wrapped himself around Marie Rose. He told the astonished Beriache with difficulty, “You told me... to cherish and love... my

ash. He couldn’t go to the river

too late

Marie Rose was projected on