Overgeared

It was different from a dragon. The wingless body was elongated and a blue bead was clutched by its short feet. It was a creature called a dragon of the east.

Beady eyes and a beard covered in a frightening miasma.

Basara, who was shrinking back in an overwhelmed manner, suddenly laughed. It was because she had the thought that Bunhelier’s small front feet resembled this dragon’s feet. At this moment—

Flash!

A light emanated from the bead held by the dragon. It was an orange light. It was warm as it seeped into Basara’s belly. It felt like she was in His Majesty’s arms. All the anxiety in her mind melted away.

“...Ah.” Basara was stunned when she woke up. It was due to the feeling from her stomach. There was a pleasant warmth and pressure. Someone’s hand was caressing her belly with enthusiasm and sincerity. She felt so much devotion that it was like she became a valuable being.

"Your Majesty."

Grid stopped Basara, who was trying to get up in a hurry. “Stay where you are. You aren’t alone.”

Of course, Basara had a youthful look comparable to those in their 20s. In a world filled with all types of elixirs, magic, and concepts of divinity and transcendence, her status was so noble that it was impossible to grow old. But advanced maternal age was advanced maternal age.

Grid treated Basara with extra caution. It wasn’t a very pleasant attitude for her, who had a complex about her age. It felt like she was being treated like an old woman, not a wife...

Grid spoke to her, who was smiling bitterly. “Piaro married someone 600 years older.”

Was it 600 years? No, was it higher...? Well, it didn’t matter. Grid’s personality wasn’t meticulous enough to remember the age of someone else’s wife. There was also no one to criticize him for not knowing the age of someone else’s wife.

“Nevertheless, they care for each other, love each other, and live in harmony. The age difference doesn’t matter. In the first place, it isn’t because of age that I respect you.”

It was original due to their identities...

Grid had married Basara only for political reasons. The legitimacy of her Saharan bloodline was needed. Basara naturally knew it as well. Thus, she proposed marriage to Grid. She used Saharan’s future as an excuse and used the courage of believing that she couldn’t be rejected to satisfy her desires. She was a bad person...

Grid hugged her as she was feeling guilty. “I respect you because I love you.”

“......?”

Basara’s eyes widened. She withdrew her usual eye smile and exposed her beautiful eyes.

Love—it was an unfamiliar word. She thought it was something she would never hear from Grid. She was stunned for a moment before shaking her head vigorously. She tried to tell him that he didn’t have to try so hard.

However, Grid embraced her harder. “I was gradually fascinated by you, who devoted yourself to our nation and people, and who always cared for me. It is as a human being and as a man. In the first place, you are so beautiful.”

He already said he loved her. However, it was late at night every time. Basara seemed to have misinterpreted Grid’s confession as a drunken lie. Under the sunlight that leaked through the window, Grid faced Basara with a clear and straightforward gaze and whispered again, “I love you. Thank you for giving me the gift of a child with you.”

“Ugh...” To be honest, Basara was more like Grid’s aunt in terms of age alone. If there were no political reasons involved in their marriage, Basara thought that everyone in the world would’ve criticized her. Therefore, she couldn’t be honest. She was unable to respond to Grid’s confession and lowered her head. She was weighed down by an even greater sense of guilt. It was like a sinner.

Grid grabbed her thin chin.

“Ah...”

Basara’s large eyes were forced to observe Grid’s face. A manly nose, an angular chin, dark eyebrows, and fierce eyes like a bird of prey. His mouth was curved in a faint smile and her deep eyes were full of relaxation. In a way, it was a mature appearance that felt like an older person.

manly appearance. She was immensely attracted to the fact that

her chin in place as she continued to avert her eyes and whispered,

“...Huh?”

“Tell me.”

mind turned blank as she was pushed. Her eyes flushed in amazement and her focus blurred for a moment. Her consciousness escaped from reality for a very

“I-I love you...”

older woman, who nodded

“......”

brought about a

also

knocked Basara down onto the

***

catch a cold? We can’t let her

He was also a master who had risen to the rank of transcendent and he was highly trusted by Emperor Grid. Such a big shot came

to ask Saintess Ruby for

act rashly. Her Highness couldn’t have

She possessed a force that transcended the common sense of civilians. In the past, she was revered as a god. In the first place, she had Saharan’s

isn’t a cold, doesn’t it mean it

the queen’s bedroom, so he fell to his knees and

can’t be helped. Open

door opened before the knights

“......!”

were open. The curtains were fluttering in the wind. Nevertheless, there was

Signs of an intrusion...

the back of the room, only to suddenly stop. It was the aftermath of recognizing the two golden hands floating in the air. They were clinging to the doorknob of the door that had

spotted the golden hands yet and

hum.” Grenhal coughed. The inner door to the room where the bed was placed slowly opened. He could see

Rachel, you really

“What?”

meeting. I don’t understand why the ministers

type of nonsense are you saying?

recently lost it to Pon, but she was still a tremendous talent. Even so, she stiffened like a mouse in front of a cat. It was because she caught a glimpse of Grid’s eyes. She had a rough grasp of the situation. She felt like a sinner

be executed,” Rachel muttered while stepping back from

act rashly.

confirmed that the door had closed by itself and

the dukes were called by Grid and he completely dispelled their guilt and anxiety. It was because they

she had

***

it possible that Bunhelier is a

two days, said something completely out of the blue. An Old Dragon who had existed since the beginning of time was of mixed race? Was it possible for a person to

the past two days. I

I feel like I’m talking to

“I am Korean...”

moved to South Korea. You aren’t a

“That is racism.”