VOL7 OVERLORD

VOL7 OVERLORD
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Sensing the sudden change of air on his nose, the dragon Tsaindoruks Vaision who had the alias 'Platinum Dragon Lord' was disturbed from his light sleep. The emotion he felt after waking up the most was astonishment. Perhaps surprise is a better explanation.


The dragons had keen senses far surpassing humans. If their opponents tried to deceive them with invisibility and illusions, the dragons would still be able to detect them even from a shocking distance. This is true even when they are asleep.


As the leader among the dragons, his responsiveness is much better than ordinary dragons. Therefore, anyone who wants to sneak up on him must be very capable.


Despite his long life, he only knew a few people who could do this. First was the dragon lord equivalent to him, followed by the Izania assassin from the thirteen heroes, who were already gone in this world. Next is-


Sensing the existence of the person who had just appeared within his brain, Tsaindoruks Vaision - the nickname of the Tsar - moved his mouth and opened his eyes slowly.


Even within the darkness, the eyes of the dragon could see like the brightness of daylight.


The presence he felt in front was an old man with a sword striking at his waist, standing in the open with no intention of hiding. He managed to arrive at this point undetected by the keen senses of a dragon - a pure and innocent smile from someone who managed to do this prank could be seen from his face that was snort.


"It's been a long time since we've met."


The tsar did not respond as he looked at the old woman.


The white hair on his head was proof of his long life. However, his face had the vitality of a mischievous little anek, which did not match his age. The old woman grew thinner and more fragile as she got older, yet her heart remained the same.


While the Tsar compared his current appearance to the one in his memory, the eyebrows of the old woman turned into a dangerous angle.


"What's? Have you forgotten to say hello to an old friend? Huh, even dragons can get senile with age."


Showing his teeth, the Tsar answered with a soft laugh.


"sorry. I was too touched to see a friend after such a long time. That's why my attitude is slow."


Responding to a soft voice that no one expected from her unusually large body, the old woman answered harshly, as the Tsar had suspected.


"Friends? A set of empty armor that was there was my friend."


In the past, when the Tsar ventured together with the old woman and others, he did so by controlling the armor from afar. Therefore, when his true identity was exposed, he gained the ire of his comrades. It seems that even now, the matter is still unfinished, because the subject is mentioned again and again.


On the one hand, he hoped that the old woman could finally make this matter complete, but on the other hand he was also relieved to have been reminded.


The tsar smiled wryly with a conversation and looked at the fingers of the old woman.


"Oh? The ring is gone, what happened? I can't imagine anyone taking it from you... Yet still it was an item that exceeded the realm of the human world. The ring cannot fall into the wrong hands. Especially Slane Theocracy or something like that from Black Scripture."


"You trying to shift the topic? But your eyes are sharp, so this is the dragon's sensitivity about the legendary treasure... Forgetit. I'm handing it over to the younger one, so calm down."


An item like that could not be handed over just like that to someone else on a whim.


It was an object made from wild magic. With the power of the magic now polluted and changing, it was hard to create such a thing again. The question also elicited a feeling from one who could still use wild magic.


However, this friend was trustworthy.


"Is so. If that's your decision, then yes... By the way, there are rumors that you have retired from being an adventurer? Are you here to work?"


"That's impossible. I came here to visit a friend. I retired from adventure and so on. Don't make this old lady work again. My work has been inherited by the crybaby."


"Zinc?" The tsar momentarily pondered and remembered. "You mean her?"


Reading a bit of emotion in the Tsar's tone, the old woman made sure.


"Ah-" Tsar let out a voice as if she was fixated. "I think you're the only one who calls her the little girl."


"really? Is that something you should say? I am the same age as that girl. You're a lot older, aren't you?"


"Well, maybe so.. However, you actually convinced that kid to become an adventurer huh? What have you done?"


"Huh. The crybaby was constantly nagging and complaining, so I just told him I would do whatever he wanted if he could beat me. And that's how it is, I ended up beating him up well!"


Kakaka, the old woman laughed from the bottom of her heart.


"Only you can defeat the boy..."


The tsar shook his head as he spoke in a tone that would make any human sweat. He recalled the time he fought the Demon Gods with his already separated friends. Especially the face of his comrades who acted extremely well during the fight with the Demon God from the insects.


"Well, colleagues from other teams will also help. And he knows with the undead and how to beat them. Although if he were to lose in terms of pure strength, the weakness of the undead was still the same. No matter how strong the crybaby will be, there will always be a stronger one. For example, you could easily win against that child. If you don't hold back, you will become the strongest being, even within this world."


The old woman turned her gaze towards the platinum armor. He thought the Tsar would give a brazen response, but in return the reply from the Tsar was unusually serious.


"That's impossible, a power that would damage the world might rise again."


On the right shoulder of the armor there is a hole, as if pierced by a spear.


"...So the turmoil came again after more than hundreds of years. This time, it's not something that will help this world as the leader does."


"...The possibility of it being just an unfortunate encounter was very high, but I could feel the true nature of the vampire was indeed cruel. And that was a coincidence. Is it a sudden encounter with bad luck, or am I really lucky to have learned of their existence?"


"Both sides of the same coin, just mean as you like. I've asked before, but can't you ask for help from another dragon lord?"


"My answer is still the same. That hard. To be honest, the ones who have survived so far are the ones who did not fight the Eight Greed Kings (Eight Tamak Kings) long ago. And they were either a type of Heavenly Dragon Lord (Dragon Lord of the Sky) who kept flying in the air or Deep Darkness (Dragon Lord of the Deep Darkness) who was somehow at work, hiding in a giant cave underground. I can't imagine them helping us."


"It turns out so. However, there is also the Brightness Dragon Lord (Dragon Lord of Brightness), who mingles with humans while making babies.so we might be able to persuade him, right?"


"...It's probable. But my personal opinion is that the possibility of awakening a sleeping 'he' at the deepest level of the sea city will be greater."


"Are you waiting for that while dreaming? If the leader has left all his knowledge, the problem will be slightly reduced. Too bad he died young."


"You know how else. He was shocked after killing one of the comrades that came with him. It is understandable that he refused to be resurrected. In the past, weren't you also surprised, Rigrit?"


The old woman stared in the distance, nodding slowly with a wounded expression.


"Yes, ah. That's right."


"Rigrit, I feel guilty for asking you this even though you are no longer an adventurer, but can you listen to my request?"


"Whatis that? I have a guess, but let's hear it."


There was a sword in the line of sight of the Tsar. It was an unsuitable sword if used for slashing. However, his sharpness far exceeded anything in this world, an item that was impossible to make using modern magic.


This sword - one of the eight weapons left behind by the Eight Greed Kings - was the reason why the Tsar could not leave this place.


"It's something I've been doing all this time, but I'm expecting your help. I beg of you to look for information on items that match the sword which is the guild's weapon there. Or a special item like Reinforced Armour owned by an adamantite ranked adventurer Kingdom Re-Estize, Red Drop."