“Are you okay?

Gasp!

”

“....!?”

Pelot and Antrino were stunned as they rushed to support Grid.

They realized that Grid’s equipment had changed from head to toe.

They were too slow to notice before they were flustered.

“These are...”

They were the evil existences in Pandemonium—the blacksmiths’ failures, their shame that they didn’t want to reveal.

The red-faced Pelot reflexively shifted his gaze while the warrior Antrino had a different attitude. He closely examined Grid’s equipment and stared into Grid’s eyes as he asked, “What is 9 x 9?”

“

Eh?

What?”

“It is as expected. Your body and mind are lost.”

There was no time for Grid to say anything.

Talima’s Shame, not Grid, cried out to Antrino who was raising his axe.

-

How ridiculous is this damn dwarf fucker looking down on me!

If I had dominated this man’s mind, then I would’ve been able to do the multiplication!

“I also know the answer. I just didn’t say it.” Grid was just flustered by the sudden question.

Antrino stared pitifully at Grid who was explaining the situation.

The offended Grid frowned and he could hear the laugh of Talima’s Shame.

The laugh cost it a lot.

Grid took off Talima’s Shame to reveal a sweat-soaked face and threw the helmet to the ground.

Then he shook his hair.

Sweat poured down like rain over Talima’s Shame.

Talima's Shame was in a daze for a while before shaking its horns menacingly.

-

This daring fellow!

The reason why Talima's Shame was held by Grid was because it was completely controlled. However, it was convinced that it would be freed sooner or later.

What human in the world would wear a helmet all day long?

As expected, the opportunity came quickly.

Talima’s Shame was convinced it had been freed because Grid removed it and rose in a triumphant manner.

-

Stupid human who doesn’t even know the answer to 9 x 9!

You freed me without using any means to restrain me!

Kuhat!

Kuhahat!

You are truly a fool!

You will receive the death penalty!

I will make you pay the price for throwing me, a god who is the pinnacle of all battle gear, to the dirt!

‘A myth rated ego item is truly different.’

The arrogance smashed that of ordinary named NPCs.

Talima's Shame was a growth-type item that had accumulated nutrients for hundreds of years and reached the highest level.

Grid was very fond of this fellow who ruled Pandemonium. It had a higher artificial intelligence than Iyarugt, who had the best intelligence among the ego items he knew, and it was good because it had the best performance.

Grid had no doubt that Talima's Shame would fill the vacancy of the empress.

-

Die for me!!

“You still don’t understand who I am.”

A player had the concept of ‘ownership.’

Talima's Shame had become Grid’s property the moment it was placed on Grid’s head.

This meant that Talima's Shame couldn’t escape Grid unless Grid gave up ownership on his own or he died and the probability of the system was activated to make him drop it.

“Go in.”

It had been 10 years since he started handling the God Hands.

Naturally, Grid was the best at handling ego items.

-...!?

Talima's Shame was sucked into Grid’s inventory as it was about to poke Grid with its horns.

Grid handled the noisy fellow without touching it and thought it over.

‘It seems it needs some education.’

It was more violent than Iyarugt used to be.

Tempering, melting, disassembling , assembling...

It was necessary to correct the item’s personality by having a physical conversation.

‘I have to change its name before that.’

What was Talima’s Shame? Talima's Shame...

The name was really hard.

It would be convenient to call it Talsha [1] for short.

King Charles approached as Grid was making a plan for the future.

Talima's Shame was the disgrace of the royal family.

King Charles had the duty to bury Talima's Shame forever. It was his responsibility to keep Talima's Shame from the world.

However, at this moment, King Charles didn’t care about Talima's Shame.

His concern for his mother’s safety made him turn away from his duty.

“My mother... what happened to the empress?”

“She ascended.”

“Really... I see...”

King Charles was deeply moved. His eyes became warmer when he thought of his mother’s happy appearance as she was liberated from the pain.

He asked, “How was her face?”

“She was pretty. She looked to be in her teens.”

“...? No, I’m talking about her expression.”

“

Ah...

Her expression was good.”

“Did she leave any words behind?”

Grid replied, “She regretted that she couldn’t touch Braham’s face.”

“……”

King Charles’ head was blank for a moment. He hadn’t expected her to ask about her child’s safety, but he didn’t know the reason for the irrelevant name.

Then he soon noticed that Braham was ‘that Braham’ and touched his forehead.

“She is still the same.”

Was her personality unchanged even after suffering a terrible end due to Pagma’s appearance?

Originally, the dwarves were known for their aesthetics, but his mother’s aesthetics were beyond the norm.

As a child, King Charles had resented his mother. He hated Pagma, who blinded his mother and tried to poison her.

Now, it was different.

Perhaps his mother was the most like a dwarf. He had such a thought.

‘I can’t respect her.’

King Charles smiled bitterly and arranged things. He stared straight at Grid and said, “I misunderstood you.”

King Charles’ hostility toward Grid was a very normal