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.

that she automatically wanted to rely on him. But she couldn’t say

avert her eyes and whispered, “Tell me you

“...Huh?”

“Tell me.”

blank as she was pushed. Her eyes flushed in amazement and her focus blurred for a moment.

“I-I love you...”

exploded. The older woman, who nodded vigorously and revealed her inner feelings like she was crying, must’ve felt great happiness.

“......”

emotions sometimes brought about a pleasure beyond

was also

down onto

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cold? We can’t let

strength, political power, and popularity were all unmatched. He was also a master

need to ask Saintess Ruby

Her Highness couldn’t have caught

running after him. Queen Basara had been one of the seven dukes along with them She possessed a force that transcended the common sense of civilians. In the past, she was revered as a god. In

a cold, doesn’t it mean it is a more serious

bedroom, so

helped. Open the

immediately stood up and urged the knights. Just then, the door opened before the knights could react. However, they couldn’t see the

“......!”

Rachel widened. It was because dozens of windows in the bedroom were

Signs of an intrusion...

stop. It was the aftermath

aren’t you hurrying?” Rachel hadn’t spotted the golden hands yet and urged

opened. He could see

Rachel, you really hadn’t

“What?”

at every meeting. I don’t understand why the ministers

saying? Go and check Her

in front of a cat. It was because she caught a glimpse of

executed,” Rachel muttered while stepping

act rashly. Hum

had closed by itself and cleared

were called by Grid and he completely dispelled their

It was even said that she had a dream where a dragon

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possible that Bunhelier is a

in Titan for 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

been very happy the past two days.

I’m talking to a real Korean

“I am Korean...”

to South Korea.

“That is racism.”