Overgeared

ver the next five years, she became more and more likeable to him.
To be clear, Grid had good feelings toward Yura.
Putting aside her appearance, all her actions toward him had been excellent.

Nevertheless, there were too many things he couldn’t understand.
She was a peerless beauty.
Her personality, wealth, and education were all outstanding.
Why would such a great woman confess to him? Additionally, why would she do it here where reporters from all over the world were gathered like dogs? Grid felt like this moment wasn’t real.
It seemed like a dream.

Click click!

The reporters started taking photos again.
There were also many reporters shooting videos.
The blank Grid suddenly came to his senses.
Yura’s face was beet red while her trembling eyes kept swiveling around.
Her breathing was rough, and she was sweating.
She was almost having a panic attack.
Even so, she stared straight into Grid’s eyes.
Her eyes were eager but sad as she conveyed her sincerity.

Grid could no longer turn away from reality.
It wasn’t easy to understand, but Grid had to be serious the moment he knew her heart.

“Let’s go back to the hotel first.” Grid grabbed Yura’s small and soft hand before leading her away.

“Uh…!”

Click! Click click! The speed of the flashing accelerated.
How good did Grid feel now? Maybe it was because he had no experience holding hands with someone of the opposite sex.

The reporters wanted to capture Yura’s cute look as she turned redder after Grid held her hand.

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“Chase them.”

“Hurry.”

“Yes!”

Peak Sword, Toon, Coke—the three men watching from one side of the hallway ran through the reporters.
They planned to safely escort Grid and Yura back to the hotel.
There was a wide smile on the faces of Peak Sword and Toon.
Grid and Yura seemed like cute children, so they felt somewhat proud.

***

Yura’s room:

It took over 20 minutes for Yura’s breathing to stabilize.

“Are you calm now?” Grid smiled as he sat in front of Yura with warm tea.

Yura nodded with a red face.
“Yes…”

“Okay, then I have a question.
Why the hell do you like me?” Yura had formally requested to date him.
Grid knew it meant she liked him, and it wasn’t as a friend or colleague.
“An ugly, stupid, and bad-tempered person like me…
Why would you like such a person? ”

Grid swallowed back the words ‘a woman like you’ as it might seem prejudiced against her.
He tried to think as objectively as possible.
It was hard to understand why this woman would like him.
Of course, maybe it was due to his resources.
There were many people fascinated by the character of Overgeared King Grid.

Yet what about Shin Youngwoo himself? In Grid’s experience, Shin Youngwoo had never been attractive.
Shin Youngwoo was different from Grid.

…Shin Youngwoo was a man who had never been loved before.
There were many women who laughed, cried, or even avoided him because his facial appearance was ugly and disgusting.
The women who didn’t avoid him laughed and ridiculed him.
Thinking about it now, it wasn’t just a matter of appearance.
His dark and selfish personality created a fundamental wall.

At one time, he thought that such a negative personality was created by the world but not anymore.
It was his nature.
Look at Damian.
He had liked anime and action figures since he was a kid and was bullied.
Despite this, he was still so bright.
Damian was loved by everyone.

“…” Grid’s expression distorted as he recalled the past.
There were still wounds deeply embedded in his heart.
They kept aching despite being wounds which had healed completely, apart from a few slight traces.

Then Yura’s voice came from her seat opposite Grid, “At first, it was just curiosity.
It was during the days when I believed I was the best.
I was interested in the person who didn’t fall in the end despite looking weaker than me.”

“…”

The Doran and Irene rescue operation—this was back when Yura was still a Yatan Servant.
‘Immortality’ had been an unknown concept at the time, so it wasn’t strange for Yura to become intrigued.

“Later on, I felt compassion and empathy for you.
I came to know your past that was filled with misfortune and unhappiness.
I wanted there to be someone else in the world who loved only ‘themselves’ and tried to help.
I watched you occasionally.
Then I discovered it.
You are fundamentally different.”

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Yura had lost her parents at a relatively early age and was alone in the world.
She had witnessed how her grandfather had not shed a single tear at her parent’s funeral, and she had felt a terrible loneliness while being forced into an unwanted future.
All types of pain were rooted deep within her heart.

“I was busy healing my wounds.
I only loved myself and trampled others to turn away from reality.” Yura had destroyed the lives of countless people as Yatan’s Servant.
Among them were Grid and Irene, and she was even afraid to mention the name ‘Doran.’ “But you…
You might’ve been in greater pain and loneliness than me, yet you always fought to protect me.”

“That is a stretch.
Now you’re only talking about a part of me.
The things that you like about me are illusions caused by misunderstandings.”

“No,” Yura stated as she put down her cup.
Her eyes were no longer shaking.
It was because she glimpsed Grid’s self-blame.
She said firmly to Grid, “The things I said were just an instrument.
I like you because you are Shin Youngwoo.
Your tone, your smell, your personality, your habits, your facial expressions, and your face…”

They were all the things he hated.

“I like all of them.”

A five-year relationship was not short, and Yura had seen many aspects of Grid in the last five years.
Thus, she liked him.

“…” Grid’s heart started to thump.
Now, Yura was looking at him completely.
There was a bright smile on her face.
Had she ever shown such a bright smile before? She looked more beautiful than ever, and Grid lost his soul momentarily.

“Do you know…? This is my first time saying it since finding out the truth…
Well, you look really surprised.”

The nonsense entered his ears.
Grid shook his head and smiled.
“You are blinded.”

…He couldn’t believe it.

Irene’s face crossed his mind.
There was a sense of guilt.

Yura saw his lost expression and got up.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.
I just want you to know that I like you.”

Her answer meant that it was okay to slow things down.

“By the way…
why are you holding a pot in your hand?” Grid asked.

“I want to boil ramyun.”

“Ramyun? Can you boil it?”

“Yes, there is a recipe in the packet.
I just need to wash the noodles and follow them.”

“Wash? Hey, give me that! Don’t squeeze the detergent and put it down!”

“The guest should sit quietly.”

It felt like the net around Grid’s heart had disappeared.
Yura’s bright expression had been hard to see until now.
Still, she should give him the ramyun packet first.