Overgeared Chapter 268:

Chapter 268

But something was looking at him from the shadows.

Noe.

Twitch, twitch. Twitch, twitch.

His small, chubby **** shook from side to side. The short paws were completely pressed against the floor. The best demonic beast of **** was moving secretly to catch his prey.

'This is a scientific, beautiful and perfectly designed hunting posture! Nyang!'

“…"

Crow was unable to perceive Noe's presence in the darkness. He was a good assassin, but it wasn't at the level of sensing the best demonic beast of hell.

Suuk.

Crow climbed towards the landing of the third floor. The third floor was where Isabel's room was located.

'Soon.'

Crow imagined it. Stabbing Grid with his dagger. It was at that moment.

“Kyong!"

Noe jumped towards Crow. The sharp and small fangs gleamed in the darkness.

"…!"

Crow was confused. He never thought the day would come when he was surprised by a cat.

'I didn't notice a cat following me?'

It was the biggest shame and embarrassment he'd experienced since he was born. But it was only for a moment. He quickly regained his composure. Crow was a professional. He had survived many crises and assassinated 89 humans. In the process, he realized something. It was that he must remain calm under any circumstances. Crow's experience meant he didn't make a fuss about the surprise appearance of a cat.

Paang!

Crow blocked the cat's paw swiping at him with his dagger. Then Crow hesitated as he was about to counterattack.

Snap.

He couldn't properly move his wrist after the blow.

'Why is this cat so strong?'

This wasn't a normal cat. Crow noticed Noe's peculiarities. There were small horns on the forehead and short wings on the back. A high class demonic beast.

'How is this demonic beast here?'

This place was the Vatican. The Vatican was filled with divine power. Monsters couldn't come near the Vatican. A monster that took one step inside the Vatican would die from the divine power.

That was the problem. Currently, Noe couldn't exercise his skills properly.

'It's serious.'

Noe's master had ordered. Be prepared for any enemy while Master was concentrating. If an enemy invades, don't hesitate to hurry to Grid and tell him the news. But the problem was…

'I unconsciously moved.'

Noe recognized himself as a rational being, but reality was different. Noe was still young and faithful to his instincts. When a dark man showed up and moved quietly through the darkness, he instinctively attacked. It was unintentionally done and the current situation was the result.

Noe was affected. He couldn't gather any strength in his body. The divine power of the Rebecca Church's Vatican was terrible. But how could the best demonic beast of **** lose to a human?

"Nyaang!"

Noe once again swung his paws.

Chukak.

Sharp claws tore at Crow's ears. Crow felt a chill as he barely managed to escape a deadly blow.

'Fast…! A high class demonic beast!'

The cat was clearly a demonic beast. It might not look like it, but it must be a huge monster. Maybe it had the skills of an intermediate level demonkin. If not, it wouldn't have been able to move inside the Vatican that was filled with divine power.

'I need to take it seriously.'

The reason why a demonic beast was here didn't matter. It was just one more target to kill.

Clink.

Crow, who had been fighting with only one dagger, pulled out a short sword. A dagger in his right hand and a short sword in his left hand. His attitude changed after he grabbed another weapon. It was the appearance of the famous Crow.

"Kiyong!"

'No strength.'

Crow defended against Noe's scratches with his short sword. He drew his short sword in a diagonal line. Then he stabbed with his dagger. A light wound appeared on Noe's chest. The sword sword was cut slightly and the dagger was avoided.

Crow's expression twisted.

'It avoided it?'

Noe bared his fangs.

"Nyaang!"

Jjejeong! Jjeejeeeong!

"Kuk."

Noe's claws became faster and stronger. Crow found it difficult to avoid, and he tried to defend by crossing his short sword and dagger. Then he realized Noe's real power.

'A senior demonkin!'

Was this possible? Weren't demonic beasts originally subordinates of the demonkin? Crow was shocked and pulled out the trump card he had been saving. The walls, the floor and the shadows on the ceiling started to shake. A shadow technique was activated.

Noe's eyes widened with surprise at the strange sensation, while Crow smiled with satisfaction.

"Go to hell."

Crow was convinced of his victory and opened his mouth for the first time. At the same time, the shadows on all four sides moved and changed their shape into that of a thorn.

Pa pa pa pat!

Six thorns flew from different orbits and pierced Noe's body. Noe determined it was dangerous and used Fluidization.

[Fluidization]

It was a skill that made it impossible for physical damage to impact his body. However, Noe couldn't use it properly due to the influence of divine power. He couldn't use Soul Ingestion at all. Unfortunately, Fluidization didn't work and Noe received damage.

Puok!

“What, nyang?"

One of the six thorns penetrated Noe's small body. Noe let out a pained scream and fell to the floor.

'It is unfair, nyang.'

The biggest problem was that Noe couldn't use the Soul Ingestion skill. Noe hated the Vatican.

Crow trampled on Noe's protruding belly.  Noe's snout gaped open. Then a pained sound emerged. Crow laughed at him. “This is the end of the demonic beast."

Clink.

Crow aimed at Noe's face with the short sword.

"Die."

"It's up to here."

"…!"

Suddenly, a voice was heard. The surprised Crow hurriedly turned his head, but no one could see it. There were just darkness all over the place.

'A hallucination?'

He had no choice but to feel doubts. There were no signs of anyone. It was a stealth ability beyond human limits.

"Eh?"

Crow's eyes twitched as he felt something. He was losing control of the shadows.

Pahat!

The shadows rose like a wave. Crow tried to avoid it, but it was impossible. The speed of the shadows was too fast.

Kwack!

Crow's body was pressured by the shadows.

"Kuak!"

Crow turned pale was he was caught by the shadows and thrown into the air.

'The speed of the shadow control is ridiculously fast…!'

The shadow technique could evolve to this extent? He couldn't believe it. While Crow was feeling confusion, the shadows kept tightening around his body. Crow struggled but the pain just got worse. Who on earth could so easily overpower him? Crow's questions were deepening when a man appeared from the darkness.

"Y-You…!"

It was a man with black skin. His body was very dry and his arms were abnormally long. There was only one person who came to mind once all these things were summed up.

Crow screamed, “Kasim!”

Someone who could control shadows beyond mere attacking and defending. He was able to make soldiers from shadows. The assassin who led an army. His nickname…

"King of Shadows!"

Why was that monster here? Crow had more questions. But the answer that came to him was death. The shadows pressed on him more strongly and he couldn't even scream as he died. Kasim removed Crow's body so there were no traces left. The shadows swept over the area and even the bloodstains disappeared.

"The more I look, the cuter it is."

Kasim looked at Noe, who was unconscious, and disappeared into the shadows.

***

Chirp! Tweet!

Birds made noises. Warm sunshine wrapped around his body.

"Nya."

Noe woke up from his serene sleep. Then he looked to the left and right.

"Heok! What is going on? Kyak!"

When it was dawn. He had been fighting a savage human. Then he was hit by a lousy technique and got knocked out. Noe thought up to here and found it ridiculous. How could the best demonic beast of **** by beaten by a human?

“It’s a disgrace! Nyang!"

This was unacceptable, even if the location was the Vatican. Why should this great body, that could overcome humanity with its paws, suffer from such indignity? Noe trembled with anger and belatedly questioned it.

"Why am I alive? Nyang?"

If he was knocked out by a human, wouldn't he be killed? Noe pondered it and concluded.

"It was a dream! Nyang!"

That's right. What happened last night wasn't real.

"Nyahahat! That is it! How can the best demonic beast of **** be beaten by a human? Nyahahat!"

Noe was sure of it.

In fact, he had no choice but to think that way. Otherwise, how could Noe explain why he was still alive? Due to his tremendous resilience, the wounds he had the day before were completely gone, so Noe's thoughts were justified.

Ttiring~

Noe’s status changed from frustration to self-gratification. But Grid had no interest in Noe. He was too busy with Lifael's Spear and didn't see the pet window at all.

***

'I'm screwed.'

Grid was feeling nervous. He had observed Lifael's Spear, but despite two days passing, he couldn't figure out a way to seal it.

'Was I thinking too easily?' Had he let his recent victories get to him? 

'I can't understand what's connecting the parts of the spear.'

The bonding area was too clean. Grid wasn't even sure what techniques were used.

'It's impossible to do this with forging alone. However, it isn't one whole item…'

If he disassembled and assembled the spear, he could uncover the secrets behind how the two parts were joined. But he couldn't do that because of Isabel. Grid continued to observe the spear while logically grasping its structure.

The next day, an uninvited guest came. It was Pascal.

"I want to give you a present."

Pascal extended a box containing one million gold. It was almost twice as much as Damian's 530,000 gold. It was 1.2 billion won in cash.

[Would you like to receive Pascal's gift?]

[If you receive the gift, you must unconditionally accept one of Pascal's requests.]

"Are you kidding me? This is the extent of your gift? Get lost."

Grid wasn't simple enough to cling to simple profits anymore. He was always looking ahead. He wouldn't allow the empire to swallow the Rebecca Church just for one million gold. 

Two more days passed. Grid drove away Pascal and decided to change his viewpoint while observing Lifael's Spear.

'Maybe the secret isn't in the technique but the materials?'

The main ingredient of Lifael's Spear was adamantium. Adamantium was a silver material but the color of the combined area was blue.

'No minerals were used other than adamantium. It seems like the adamantium is mixed with something else.

There was clearly something.

'This… perhaps?'

At that moment, something passed through Grid's head.

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Current schedule: 20 chapters a week.

Chapter 269

'This… perhaps?'

At that moment, something passed through Grid's head.

'Goddess’ Essence!'

The Goddess’ Essence was an unknown item dropped by Pope Drevigo. He had neglected it for over a year. Grid pulled it out of his inventory.

'It is unlikely that Drevigo would've dropped a useless item.'

Drevigo wasn't a typical boss. He was a person who had a big influence on Satisfy's story. The man who ruined Satisfy's first religion, the Rebecca Church. What was the probability that the liquid he dropped was simple water?

'None.'

The name alone made it sound special. Grid thought about it. The reason why he unsealed Lifael's Spear. The cause of Pascal's appearance. The cause of the elders sympathizing with Pascal's cause…

It was all due to Drevigo.

'It's highly likely that the item dropped by him is a solution to this.'

This was originally a game. The items that the final boss dropped were often clues to overcome despair.

"I shall check it."

Grid decided and opened the lid of the small glass bottle. Then he placed one drop of it on Lifael's Spear.

Tok.

The moment that Lifael's Spear made of adamantium and the Goddess’ Essence met.

Swaaaah!

A bright blue light emerged and filled the small room.

"Ah!" Isabel exclaimed.

Grid gazed at the beautiful light before turning to her. A notification window popped up in front of Grid.

[The information about the Goddess’ Essence has been updated.]

***

Five days had passed with no news from Crow. Kamiyan was forced to admit it.

'Crow has died.'

At first, Kamiyan was dubious. Crow’s assassination skills were the best. It was difficult to imagine that he failed in his assassination. But on the fifth day, it was obvious that Crow had failed.

‘Stupid, you spoke such confident words.' 

Anyway, things had become clear.

'Grid's strength is on the same level as me. There is no doubt.'

Even more.

'I have to be careful.'

Grid hadn't announced that there was an assassination attempt. It was like he had never received the assassination threat. It was a clear sign of his willingness to remain calm until he figured out who was behind it.

'I thought he was ridiculous when he treated Pascal and the elders in that way, but he's actually a fox.'

A tricky bastard. To be praised by members of the church while having individual power…

'Pascal's gift attempts are failing every day. It isn't good to drag this out longer.'

Kamiyan shifted his gaze out the window. Damian and Huroi were still campaigning today. They were a nuisance.

'Especially that person called Huroi…'

His speaking ability wasn't common. He quickly took control of the hearts of the church members. Some of the senior priests bought by Pascal now seemed to favor Damian. If Huroi called dog feces a drug, they would believe it.

'I will deal with it personally.'

In one week. The event that took place exactly 30 days before the pope election. The pope candidates would give speeches to the priests of the Rebecca Church scattered across the continent, as well as the nobles.

At that time, Earl Chirita of the Saharan Empire was going to attend. Pascal’s father was different from Pascal. He got rid of any risks.

'I have to receive his support to hit Grid.'

He acknowledged that Grid's individual power was superior. However, Grid's total power wasn't good. It was a Rebecca's Daughter who might die today, Damian, and the orator Huroi. It would be easy to take care of him if Kamiyan joined forces with Earl Chirita.

*** 

[Goddess’ Essence]

A liquid that contains the divine power of Goddess Rebecca. It is simple liquid to the general public, but it is a poison to those who possess black magic power and a miracle drug to those who serve the goddess.

When mixed with minerals, it will maximize the viscosity of the minerals and improve the mineral's unique functions. In addition, it will inject divine power.

Weight: 0.1

‘Maximizing the viscosity? Does it mean like clay? This would make it easier to shape the item.' 

The secret of the spear combination was hidden here.

[Your understanding of Lifael's Spear will increase by 40%.]

[You have discovered the hidden secret of the item! A great achievement!]

[Insight has increased by 30.]

[Intelligence has increased by 30.]

[The Legendary Blacksmith's Appraisal skill has improved. When you observe an item, the understanding of it will increase.]

"Wow. Amazing."

Grid was delighted. He was pleased that he had uncovered the purpose of the Goddess’ Essence and the secret behind how the spear was joined. Now he also received bonuses.

'Even more.'

Grid turned to stare at Isabel. Her complexion had noticeably improved. It was the healing effect caused by the ripple that occurred when the Goddess' Essence touched Lifael's Spear.

'First, save Isabel.'

This was imperative. Isabel needed to be healthy to be separated from Lifael's Spear.

'Then I can proceed with the disassembly and assembly process.'

The mission was clear. Grid rose from his spot. He handed the Goddess’ Essence to Isabel, who admired it.

“Drink.”

Isabel refused, "I-I don't want to."

"Why?"

"I can't receive such a precious thing."

"Aren't you at the crossroad of life and death? Just drink."

“I don’t want to.”

“Why won't you drink it? Just drink a drop."

There was 1 ml of Goddess’ Essence. The volume of one drop of water was 1/20ml, so it meant there were 20 drops. Isabel's health improved because of just one drop resonating with Lifael's Spear. Isabel could be healed if she drank one drop directly.

Grid was confident. But Isabel was stubborn.

“I appreciate the courtesy, but I don't want to be beholden to you anymore."

“No, isn't it just one drop?"

“I don’t want to.”

The last five days. Isabel had many conversations with Grid while they were alone. In the process, she discovered something. Grid was already married. She couldn't look at Grid in this way anymore. Isabel suppressed her feelings for Grid. In order to do so, she needed to draw a line. She didn't want to receive Grid's kindness anymore.

Grid shrugged as she bowed her head. "Isabel, aren't you misunderstanding me?"

"…?" 

"The reason I helped you is because it benefits me. It isn't unconditional goodness. So don't be mistaken and drink it right now. I’m busy."

Isabel was too embarrassed to refuse after Grid's words.

"Come on."

“…"

Isabel accepted the small glass bottle from Grid. Then she hesitantly raised it to her mouth. She was concerned that she would accidentally drink several drops.

'She has become very timid.'

Originally, Isabel was a very willful girl. But she suffered thanks to Drevigo and Pascal. She was a tool, not a human, and was going to die… She had listened to those words for a while and couldn't help changing. She truly was a poor kid.

Grid sighed and took the bottle from her. He placed a drop of liquid on his finger and raised it to Isabel's mouth.

“Lick.”

“Eh…"

Isabel's face reddened. A man. Furthermore, the man wanted her to lick his finger. Her mind became complicated.

"Ah really, do I have to feed it to you directly?"

Grid shoved his finger into Isabel's lips.

"Hah…!"

Combined with the title effects, Grid's dexterity was over 2,300. Isabel shivered as Grid's finger entered his mouth. The sensations that she felt for the first time stirred her body and made her dizzy.

"Hah…!"

The thick and solid finger touched Isabel's uvula…

Omitted.

After a moment.

"Hah… Hah…"

The drained Isabel collapsed on her bed. A warm blue light wrapped around her body. The Goddess’ Essence was immediately effective. Her platinum hair started to shine beautifully again, while her rough skin became transparent and smooth.

"Really pretty. Now if you can just recover your old figure."

Isabel's faced turned redder at Grid's compliment. She covered her face with both hands and gasped for breath, while Grid wondered.

'Her status is odd.'

Her health is recovering. But why did she look more tired?

Dok. Dok dok.

As Grid was feeling puzzled, a homing pigeon tapped on the window. It was a homing pigeon sent by Irene. Grid received the letter before taking Lifael's Spear.

“You said there was a smithy here? I will go to the smithy, so you rest here."

“Yes…”

Isabel's eyes were wet as she peeked at Grid through the gap in her fingers. It seemed like she was eager for something. Her eyes were enough to remind him of Irene in bed.

Gulp.

Grid involuntarily swallowed his dry saliva. It was to shake off his raunchy imagination.

'It seems that the process of restoring her health is quite pleasant.'

Grid thought and left the room.

"Nyang."

Noe was sunbathing on the windowsill in the corridor. Grid looked at the cat rolling around on his plump stomach like he was pathetic.

“Tsk tsk, I gave him a job, but he's just sleeping."

Grid wasn't aware that an assassin had come after him five days ago. It was a pity for Noe.

[White Transformation is activated.]

[You don't have any divine power. White Transformation has failed to be activated. Side effects will occur to your body.]

[You have resisted.]

The notification windows kept popping up. 

Before heading to the smithy, Grid stopped in the garden and put down Lifael's Spear. Then he sat on a bench and opened the letter.

[I can feel the movements of the child in my belly. Every day is mysterious and fun. I want to share this happiness with you soon. Dear Husband, what do you want your child to be interested in when they grow up?]

[Answer your wife's question. This will affect the child's abilities after they are born.]

I want the child to be interested in martial arts. I want the child to be interested in magic. I want the child to be interested in learning. I want the child to be interested in theology. I want the child to be interested in techniques. I just want the child to be healthy.

'I don't like number four.'

Grid had a negative opinion of religion thanks to Drevigo and Pascal.

'I don't want number six either. The child might turn out like Jude.'

Among the remaining options, the most attractive one was…

'Techniques.'

Grid thought that his child would become the estate's labor force when they were older, and started to write his reply. He wrote that he loved Irene and then gave his answer.

'I will go to her once I finish my work here.'

Grid finished the letter and tied it to the leg of the homing pigeon.

Kwaduduk.

The homing pigeon flew towards the south west. It was the direction of Winston. As Grid was looking after the pigeon, someone approached.

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Current schedule: 20 chapters a week.

Chapter 270

"Duke Grid! What are you doing outside today?"

It was Pascal, who was accompanied by his men. A person needed to bend in order to obtain anything big. Pascal was determined to obtain Grid and completely abandoned his pride.  He placed his disgrace deep into his heart and acted politely to Grid. He also didn't forget to have a bright smile on his face.

"Huh…?"

Pascal instructed his men to drop the treasure chest. His eyes shone.  It was because he found Lifael's Spear.

"T-This…"

The false smile that concealed his anger inside transformed into a real one.

'Isabel seems to have finally died.'

She was just like a cockroach. It would be more comfortable if she died.

'It feels like a 10 year blockage has finally been relieved.'

Rebecca’s Daughters were meant to follow commands. They should be controlled. In that sense, Isabel, Rin, and Luna were truly troublesome. The former Pope Ruiz, who led the church to the light, and the former Pope Drevigo who corrupted the church. These girls served both popes, so they grew to a level where they could judge right and wrong. Rather than obeying orders unconditionally, they questioned it.

It was serious.

'They are tools.'

For Pascal, who planned to make the Rebecca Church a part of the Saharan Empire, the current Rebecca's Daughters were an eyesore. But now Isabel was dead, so his worries had disappeared. He would give Lifael's Spear to a new owner, then order Rin and Luna to be removed in turn.

'Finally, my world will come.'

He felt like he was flying with joy. Pascal's heart wanted to burst out. But he refrained after looking at Grid. Grid was looking at him with cold eyes. “A girl who had her life sucked out for Goddess Rebecca and the church has died. Why are you so happy?"

'Sucked out?'

Pascal's face distorted. He wanted to beat Grid up for using such words to diminish serving the noble goddess. But what about all his patience so far?

Pascal barely repressed his anger and opened his mouth. "As you have said, Isabel is a child who has served the goddess and the church for all of her life. That child is heading to the goddess' side… She can serve the goddess forever in the world of the gods and live happily ever after. I am happy and proud, so I can't help smiling at the thought."

'Bullshit.'

Grid couldn't stand the nonsense. Pascal handed him the treasure chest.

"I wish you would accept this today."

[Pascal wants to give you 1.8 million gold. Would you like to receive Pascal's gift?]

[If you receive the gift, you must unconditionally accept one of Pascal's requests.]

“Damian won't be pope anyway. What can he do if he wins the hearts of the congregation? There are only 100 senior priests with voting rights and at least 80% of them are already mine. Duke Grid, please look at the future and make a wise choice…"

"I don't want it." Grid interrupted Pascal's words. "I have no intention of holding hands with you, when just looking at your face makes me nauseous."

Grid hated Pascal. This was because Pascal resembled those who tormented him in the past. He couldn't erase the image of Pascal bullying Damian and Isabel in his mind. He would never hold hands with Pascal, even if he was given 100 million gold. In the first place, political issues were also intertwined.

"That's too bad."

The smile had disappeared from Pascal's face. His patience had reached its limit.

"Then is it fine to stop talking nicely? For the past few days, I have done my best to be friends with you, but you always mock my efforts and insult me. Don't you know the meaning of courtesy?"

"Why should I be polite to you? Don't you usually enjoy mocking and insulting your opponent?"

"Ack…!"

Grid's attitude showed that he wouldn't be persuaded. Pascal was nervous and spoke bluntly.

“Tell me what you want! I'm willing to give you whatever you want as long as you join my side! What would make you hold my hand?"

"You will give me anything?"

"Yes!"

“Hoh, isn't this very tempting?"

There was finally a nibble. Pascal was delighted and prepared to listen to Grid's requirements. Grid told him, “A thousand trillion."

"…?"

A thousand trillion? Was it the name of a treasure?

'It is the first time I've heard of it?'

Grid spoke again to Pascal, who was struggling to understand.

“Give me one thousand trillion gold. Then I will be your true friend."

"This is crazy!"

He reflexively exclaimed. One thousand trillion gold was the empire's treasury. No, it was an astronomical sum that would wipe out all the treasuries of the nations on the continent. Grid demanding such a ridiculous amount showed he wasn't normal.

"What? Crazy? You said you would give my anything I want, but I'm crazy?"

"Ah, no. I became delirious due to my shock…"

Grid waved his hand at Pascal. He didn't want to hear any excuses.

“The negotiations have collapsed. Then let's each go our own way."

Grid reached for Lifael's Spear. It was for the purpose of moving to the smithy. Then the silently watching Kamiyan aimed his sword at Grid's neck.

"Leave Lifael's Spear. How long is an outsider going to carry the item of the church?"

“…"

Grid's eyes sank as he looked down at the shining blade.

"Second."

"What?"

"This is the second time you've pointed a sword at my neck. I'm the duke of a kingdom."

Kamiyan ridiculed him, "So what? Will you run to Wiesbaden, your king, and tell on me?"

The knight of another nation was disparaging his king. How heated would Grid become? Kamiyan deliberately tried to provoke Grid.  Grid would lose his temper and be unable to use his skills properly. But his intentions came to naught. In the first place, Grid didn't have much loyalty to the king.

"It's good that you called my king's name as if he was the next door neighbor's dog."

Grid grabbed Lifael's Spear.

[White Transformation is activated.]

[You don't have any divine power. White Transformation has failed to be activated. Side effects will occur to your body.]

[You have resisted.]

“You can't afford to play with me."

The reason that Grid couldn't attack the elders and Pascal was due to the Goddess' Curse. On the other hand, what about Kamiyan? He wasn't a priest of the Rebecca Church.

There was no reason to hold back.

“Let's go."

Suuk.

Grid knew the strongest spearman, Pon. He had watched Pon fighting. In fact, they had sparred many times. Grid had developed an incomplete method of Pon's spear technique.

Chaaeng!

The spear moved in a diagonal manner, causing Kamiyan's sword to be deflected downwards.

"You!"

Kamiyan was surprised by the naturally flowing spear and stepped back. Grid extended his right leg back in this gap and stabbed the spear forward.

Peeeeeong!

[Lifael's Spear's option effect is activated, causing the skill 'Light Wheel' to be generated.]

[Lifael's Spear's option effect is activated, dealing an additional 5,000 damage to the target.]

"Keook!"

Kamiyan couldn't believe it. Grid's stab suddenly shifted to a circle. It was an irregular attack that even those with 'Keen Senses' couldn't respond to.

“Cough! Cough!"

Kamiyan was hit in his waist by a heavy blow, causing him to fall down while coughing up blood.

'Such power…!'

Kamiyan was stunned. The pain was as if his bones were broken, while his internal organs felt like they were going to burst. This was the power of a myth rated weapon and skill.

"T-this is impossible…"

Pascal was astonished as he watched Kamiyan. Red Knight. One of the strongest knights on the continent fell down so easily? There was something even more surprising.

“H-How can you use Lifael's Spear?"

The Rebecca Church's three divine artifacts were available only to selected beings. They needed to have innate transcendent divine power. The person also needed to pray to Goddess Rebecca for at least nine years. Finally…

'They needed to be a woman!'

Pascal shouted.

"Y-You…" Grid remained impassive as Pascal turned pale blue. “Grid, you! Are you a woman?"

“…"

It was the most uncomfortable phrase Grid had heard since he was born. It wasn't even worth arguing about, so the 181cm tall and sturdy Grid tightened his grip on Lifael's Spear. He really meant to kill Kamiyan.

Pascal couldn't accept it and used Heal. Kamiyan was able to recover thanks to this and rose from his spot. There was fear on his face as he fixed his sword posture.

'I has been a long time since I've seen Heal.'

Heal in Satisfy was much better than in usual games. It was because too much had to be given up in order to become Rebecca's priests. There were very few users who chose to become a Rebecca priest.

'There are too many eyes watching.'

People were flocking to the garden. Grid believed that killing Kamiyan could adversely affect Damian's election, so he withdrew.

“I will leave it for today."

Kamiyan's eyes glared at he gazed after Grid who was leaving leisurely.

'Kill…! I will kill you Grid!' 

The reason he was defeated today was due to his carelessness. He never dreamt that Grid could use a divine weapon.

'Damn bastard!'

The wound in his side was causing him severe pain. He felt nauseous. Kamiyan pledged that he would make Grid kneel in a week when Earl Chirita back.

"Then I am going."

The smithy inside the Vatican. The weapons for paladins were produced here. Grid held the Legendary Blacksmith's Hammer in his hand.

"Shall I begin?"

Ttang! Ttang!

Lifael's Spear. The weapon that a **** made was reinterpreted by human hands.

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