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 mind and collapsed. It was

“”You are violent.””

her son with open

‘It won’t be easy.’

possible for her to defeat

to here and her eyes sank. “The reason why you sacrificed yourself to

the throne

to take over me, who will

my own, and then take it away from you. I

were clearly

while Marie Rose’s

why is she

only given

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

to this, Beriache’s arms that were resting on the armrest floated in the air for a moment. The back of the throne was terribly crushed. It was

all. If you had fought Baal yourself, rather than Grid, I would’ve resurrected when you were tired after winning and the plan would’ve been

see. Then I would’ve

was completed so perfectly. Grid is too amazing. He can be my companion and rule hell

opportunity

been deeply troubled after

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

really thought about it seriously. Yet at this moment, her worries were over. The moment Beriache mentioned

Let’s just kill her...

Wasn’t she dead anyway?

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

“”Yes, hate me.””

as planned, Marie Rose would’ve died

It was sincere.

the whole

Marie Rose; Grid, who killed Baal without Marie Rose’s help; Braham, who stood in her way and made her think more; and Noll,

of all, she resented

Beriache sighed deeply and recalled her duty.

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

the child she gave 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 beginning,

the result of Baal’s power, which she devoured using her power

was the result

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

‘It isn’t good.’

the battle dragged on, the more haggard Marie Rose’s face became. In fact, she had felt it the moment she faced Beriache. It was the sense that

became, the stronger Beriache became. As a being who was born for Beriache in the first place,

a hold of her dizzy mind, Marie Rose’s left hand was cut off. This was before her

the moment when she couldn’t use both arms and the shadow of death came

It is up to

He stepped through the air several times with bizarre strides, closed the distance in an instant, and separated Beriache from Marie Rose. It was a man

apostle of the God of the Beginning, Yatan, accompanied him. The strongest forces, which had been absent from the hell expedition for some reason, grasped the situation and arrived at the scene one step

sadly accept that

better than Baal or

Eve. Too much time had passed and there were too many beings who

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

had the same aspirations, Beriache finally revealed her purpose and couldn’t bear 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

as if she had been nailed down. At the

Noll, who had woken up at some point, rushed over, and wrapped himself around Marie Rose. He

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

late to

Marie Rose was projected on a teardrop falling from