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.”

emotional reunion. Just before he could share a hug with his mother, Noll lost his mind and collapsed. It was due to the magic

“”You are violent.””

been waiting for her son with open arms, smiled bitterly. She

‘It won’t be easy.’

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

went up to here and her eyes sank. “The

to 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

to take over me, who will one day surpass you

you to gain the power I couldn’t get on my own, and

Beriache were clearly alike, but

while Marie Rose’s eyes curved in a half moon to avoid

why is

only given

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

the throne that Marie Rose was holding broke. Due to this, Beriache’s arms that were resting on the armrest floated in the air for a moment.

have to fight after all. If you had fought Baal yourself, rather than Grid, I would’ve resurrected when you were

would’ve died without feeling

the Blood King project, which I prepared in case you betrayed me, was completed so perfectly. Grid is too amazing. He

missed the opportunity to die

had been deeply troubled after noticing

Rose couldn’t easily hate her, whom she loved. It was also hard for Marie Rose to resent her

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

Let’s just kill her...

Wasn’t she dead anyway?

the smile disappeared from Marie Rose’s face as she had been

“”Yes, hate me.””

things had gone as planned, Marie Rose

It was sincere.

resented the

without Marie Rose’s help; Braham, who stood in her way and made

all, she

and recalled her duty. ‘I

had harmed and devoured her daughter out of personal greed. She might be criticized by everyone in the world, but

birth to, but what could she do? Until she gave birth to Marie Rose, she never dreamed that she would feel sorry for Marie Rose. From the

right shoulder exploded. It was the result of Baal’s power, which she devoured using her

torn. It was the result of the wound caused

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

‘It isn’t good.’

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

became, the stronger Beriache became. As a being who was born for Beriache in the first place, Marie Rose’s existence itself worked to give beneficial results to Beriache. It was an inherent limitation. The compatibility was

of her dizzy mind, Marie Rose’s left hand was cut off. This was before her right shoulder, which had exploded earlier,

couldn’t use both arms and the

It is

bizarre strides, closed the distance in an instant, and separated Beriache from Marie Rose. It was a man with a

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

Eve’s voice trembled. She seemed to sadly accept that the child of the

it better

was Eve. Too much time had passed and there were too

protecting the world that Father made... I

revealed her purpose and couldn’t bear to make

she couldn’t stand in Beriache’s way. It wasn’t out of personal feelings. Of course, it also

immobility, as if she had been

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

blow. Before the power of regeneration could work, Noll turned to ash. He couldn’t go to the river of reincarnation. Instead, he was seized by

late

Marie Rose was projected on a teardrop falling from