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.”

have even

“That’s not true... Haha.”

Zik ended up laughing.

The beautiful rainbow potatoes turned

“I don’t know if you

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

complained in his head. He wasn’t shameless enough to voice his complaints outloud after showing up to

him and asked cheerfully, “God, how are my

her a thumbs up. “Absolutely delicious. I am happy that my

replied with genuine delight, “Oh, I’m just a humble woman, I can’t be compared to the likes of

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

the sight of

wine tastes better than the alcohol I had in the desert.

was when he heard that Sir Zibal

to hear that someone who had just been killed by a hand plow became

plow during our sparring sessions. Sir

said, “Now that I see it, that is indeed the case. But I think things will change

particularly responsibly in front of His Highness. It is very satisfying and enjoyable to watch him try to be a great

“I completely agree.”

did you get along so

they knew it, they were on their third jar of alcohol. The liquor that had filled the jars to the

an 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 hangover penalty,

of which, I have to

Just then—

had a drinking party without

while Zik and Piaro rose from their seats to greet

Zeratul descended from the sky. Grid

you interrupting

one drinking without me, the

someone who has nothing in Asgard claims to be the

expression stiffened as he realized that

[You... Hexetia!]

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

“This is bad...”

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

thought this day would

who was sleeping on his shoulder, with the blanket that Cecil

***

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

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

magic. Spiritual energy is around 30% more efficient than mana. I think it’s safe to assume that spiritual energy is

without much difficulty. Of course, this only applies to the cultivators below the