Overgeared

A group of cultivators had invaded a rarely deserted place in Reinhardt. Zik had come across the enemies by pure chance, and fought for an entire day to defeat them. He’d done a great deed, because there would’ve been a lot of casualties had Zik not been there to stop the cultivators from overrunning the city, if that was what they had in mind.

Grid had assumed that Zik would use this good deed of his as an opportunity to confront Grid about the truth.

Why did you join forces with Rebecca?

Did you abandon me because I’m not as valuable as her?

Grid predicted a serious argument. Therefore, he waited patiently for Zik to bring it up. He was determined to understand what Zik wanted from him and clear up any misunderstandings.

Yet, when Zik returned, he said nothing, expressing no doubts or complaints. This was because he had come up with an answer on his own. He didn’t wait for Grid to explain anything to him. Rather, he thanked Grid. He decided not to be burdened by vengeance any longer.

It was a joyful day.

After seeing off Zibal, who returned to work, Grid and Zik visited Piaro’s mansion.

“Y-Your Majesty?”

“God!”

The emperor’s unannounced visit caused an uproar in Piaro’s family. Piaro’s beautiful wife was at a loss for words, while her young daughter ran to Grid with shining eyes and hugged him.

Grid said, “Your husband makes great wine, so I came here to get some. Cecil, you have grown two centimeters taller.”

“Wow! You could tell exactly how much I’ve grown? As people say, God is great.”

Piaro belatedly heard the commotion and rushed over. “My Liege,” he said. He looked helplessly at the girl in Grid’s arms and led the guests to the garden in the backyard.

“...Since you live in such a grand house, shouldn’t you entertain your guests in a nice way? Why did you bring us here, to smell the dirt?”

“You can only experience the true flavor and scent of my wine when it is served accompanied by the savory smell of soil. Trust me.”

“Are you really here to drink...?” Zik asked, who was following Grid without thinking, belatedly understood where this conversation was going. He was no longer covered in blood in grime thanks to Grid’s cleansing magic.

“You fought hard for an entire day. Of course, we are here to relax,” Grid replied casually.

Piaro smiled awkwardly. “Thank you for the hard work, Sir Zik.” He seemed to know that Zik had fought that battle on his own.

Zik laughed. “Everyone knew but no one bothered to help me...”

He thought how many times he’d almost fight during that fight. He found it ridiculous that no one bothered to lend him a hand and instead simply watched from afar.

Piaro picked up on Zik’s annoyance. Grid simply shrugged, unbothered.

Zik stared at Grid, taking in his imposing aura, and spoke slowly, “...Well, if I concluded that battle with someone’s help, I would’ve blamed myself for being useless. I would’ve recalled not being helpful to my old colleagues, causing me to forget the present and let myself be consumed by the desire for revenge.”

also wouldn’t have even looked me in

“That’s not true... Haha.”

Zik ended up laughing.

on the campfire. The beautiful rainbow potatoes turned several shades brighter as they were grilled. This made Cecil

Piaro’s wife, served them food. “I don’t know if

a salad made of various types of wild grass that Grid didn’t really care for, sprinkled with oil and

shoved some salad in his mouth. ‘Don’t they have anything like pork belly around here?’ he complained in his head. He wasn’t shameless

and asked cheerfully, “God, how are my mother’s

gave her a thumbs up. “Absolutely delicious.

a humble woman, I can’t be compared

to hold back his laughter. He was extremely amused watching Grid force himself to eat the wild

of their friendship, regardless of

than the alcohol I had in the desert. Can I bring

how pleased My Liege was when he heard that Sir Zibal was

that...? I don’t think I would’ve been happy to hear that someone who had just been killed by a hand plow

My Liege was no match for my hand plow during our sparring sessions. Sir Zik, please understand that the drunker My Liege

that is indeed the case. But I think things will change once he

of His Highness. It is very satisfying and enjoyable to watch him

“I completely agree.”

you get

jar of alcohol. The liquor

his ‘drinking gauge’ wasn’t much different from that of an ordinary person. Therefore, he gradually approached his

which, I have

Just then—

a drinking

curiously, while Zik and Piaro rose from their seats to

the sky. Grid looked like he’d eaten something

interrupting without

drinking without me, the most important person

how someone who has nothing in Asgard claims to be the most important person

as he realized

[You... Hexetia!]

as one of the drinkers of Asgard, also showed up.

“This is bad...”

been notorious as an alcoholic when he was human, therefore he could drink a lot more than everyone else present. Even the gods of Asgard, who used wine as their staple food, were

never thought this day

sleeping on his shoulder, with the blanket that Cecil brought

***

Zik’s battle against the cultivators was distributed to the Overgeared members and other organizations of the

treasures, it is more convenient to think that their offensive capabilities resemble Control Sword, while their defensive capabilities are more like an extension of the Mana

with magic. Spiritual energy is around 30% more

If we keep this in mind, we will be able to deal with them without much difficulty. Of course, this only applies to the cultivators