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.”

even looked me in the

“That’s not true... Haha.”

Zik ended up laughing.

campfire. The beautiful rainbow potatoes turned

Piaro’s wife, served them food. “I

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

around here?’ he complained in his head. He wasn’t shameless enough to voice his complaints outloud after

asked cheerfully,

a thumbs up. “Absolutely delicious. I am happy that my subordinate has found a good

delight, “Oh, I’m just a humble woman, I can’t be compared to the likes of your wife, Your

He was extremely amused watching Grid force himself to

at the sight of their friendship, regardless of their

the alcohol I had in the

Zibal is always welcome. Speaking of which, I can’t tell you how pleased My Liege was when

I don’t think I would’ve been happy to hear that someone who had just been killed

during our sparring sessions. Sir Zik,

the case. But I think things will change once

Highness. It is very satisfying and

“I completely agree.”

did you get along

were on their third jar of alcohol. The liquor that had

Absolute, his ‘drinking gauge’ wasn’t much different from that of an ordinary person. Therefore, he gradually approached his limit. He decided that if he didn’t want to suffer from a

which, I have to meet Irene

Just then—

a drinking party

space. Cecil looked around curiously, while Zik and Piaro rose from their seats to greet

the sky. Grid looked like he’d eaten something that

you interrupting

are the one drinking without me, the most important person in the Overgeared

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

proud expression stiffened as he realized that Grid was already

[You... Hexetia!]

the drinkers of Asgard, also showed up. Grid gasped when he spotted Khan

“This is bad...”

alcoholic when he was human, therefore he could drink a lot more than everyone

thought this day would

who was sleeping on his shoulder, with the blanket that

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the Overgeared members and other organizations of the

to treasures, it is more convenient to think that their offensive capabilities resemble Control Sword, while

so-called mystical arts have a lot to do with magic. Spiritual energy is around 30% more efficient than

They are particularly strong, but they don’t last for long. If we keep this in mind, we will be able to deal with them without much difficulty. Of course, this