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In a luxuriously decorated hotel room.
On the yellow-ochre wallpaper, adorned with an antique simplicity, hung ukiyo-e paintings by Katsukawa ShunshĹ.
In terms of value, they were probably more than enough to buy this entire building.
And alongside them were absolute masterpieces from various countries and styles.
Although seemingly completely irregular, they subtly proclaimed a unique aesthetic to this world.
An absolute, extreme, and harmonious aesthetic.
However, the incomparable arrogance and extravagance revealed within itâhow could they be understood?
This was a hotel room, absolutely not a museum or anything of the sort.
As for being arranged in such a manner, it was naturally to accommodate the true owner of this room at this moment.
The Oldest King, the Hero among Heroes King, Gilgamesh.
At this moment, this golden King, "137," was casually leaning on the exquisite sofa, observing his subordinate in front of him, waiting for the imminent news.
In his hand was a pale purple, crystal-polished goblet. Hidden within it was red wine that had just been air-shipped from Italy.
Even if it wasn't an overly prestigious brand, and even if most ordinary people didn't know about it, such a fragrant and mellow wine existed.
However, at this moment, it was also the most high-grade red wine that the 'Bronze Black Cross' could procure, entirely produced by humans.
But at this moment, the most important thing was not this.
In Gilgamesh's embrace, the man lightly held a young girl in silver short armor.
No matter how unwilling her expression, no matter how ashamed she felt deep down.
Athena, a goddess who never yielded, at this moment did not push away Gilgamesh's hand, which was leisurely caressing her tender body.
"So, that's all the information?"
In front of Gilgamesh was a man in silver armor. Looking down from beneath the helmet he had just removed, he was an incomparably handsome man.
However, who would have thought that this fellow's age had long since exceeded a hundred?
If it weren't for the authority of 'Heroic Spirit Manifestation,' this fellow, even with the strength of a Great Knight, would probably find it difficult to fight leisurely with enemies like this now.
Listening to the man's concluding words, Athena couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
However, just as she was about to emerge from Gilgamesh's embrace, she was held even tighter.
"Your Majesty, may I ask, shall the plan proceed as scheduled?"
The knight with the handsome face but an ancient, solemn aura, using a chanting-like, extremely archaic tone, asked Gilgamesh with a hint of reverence in his voice.
In his eyes, at this moment, a surging, fiery fighting spirit named 'Magnificence' and 'Ardor' was reflected.
"That is natural. Now, we can cast this news to those mongrels. I imagine those so-called God-Slayers will swarm like flies drawn to a stench."
Such light words, as if perfectly logical, spilled from Gilgamesh's lips.
Even with such arrogance, such disdain, such contemptâ
Yet, it perfectly merged with Gilgamesh's aura.
This man was supposed to be arrogant, supposed to be disdainful, utilizing everything to his advantage.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I shall definitely not fail your entrustment!"
That was a passionate, almost fervent, tone. The knight almost slammed his head down, abruptly lowering his own head.
In his eyes was absolute loyalty and a blind faith akin to a devout believer.
Without a doubt, even if Gilgamesh ordered him to sacrifice his life, he probably wouldn't hesitate in the slightest.
Only after experiencing the immense power of authority would one truly worship that power, and the God-Slayers who wielded that power, with even greater reverence.
At this moment, this man, this fellow who had seen through the vicissitudes of life, held precisely this thought.
To fight for it, for what it represented in legend, to offer everything of oneself, and then, to elevate it.
All Heroic Knights held this slightly distorted sense of honor, gathering like this under the banner of what Gilgamesh represented, and striving with all their might.
And it was precisely such individuals who could truly get along well with a person like Gilgamesh.
After all, the arrogance of that King was not something an ordinary fellow could bear.
"Really, what exactly is it all for?!"
That was a voice tinged with a hint of complaint and deep unwillingness.
This voice came from behind Gilgamesh.
It was a beautiful young girl dressed in a red gown, still with brilliant golden long hair, incomparably dignified and incomparably beautiful.
"What benefit is there for you in doing this, even if this island nation were truly sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be meaningless for you, Lord Hero King."
That was the young girl named Erilika. At this moment, she was also one of Gilgamesh's subordinates.
Of course, in the capacity of a pet.
"Hmph, truly foolish to the extreme!"
Her reply was a cold, emotionless snort.
"In all of heaven and earth, merely one King, this King, is enough. Those mongrels who dare to call themselves kings shall naturally be ruthlessly annihilated without mercy."
Such arrogant words spilled from the man's mouth. However, Erilika's delicate, fair face wore a helpless smile that seemed to say, 'Of course.'
"Does such a principle still need this King to instruct you in this manner, Erilika?"
Those were words filled with arrogance. Even just hearing them, one would feel a thick sense of oppression brutally crushing down upon them, and an unshakeable fear would gradually set in.
However, this was merely for ordinary people. Erilika, however, merely sighed lightly.
"Such matters, as a pet, it is naturally not good for me to interfere."
She used her slender, soft fingers to demurely caress her alluring red lips.
"Then, I hope you can issue an order to me, to the Fifth Generation 'Scarlet Demon' of the Bronze Black Cross."
The contempt in her tone easily vanished, leaving only solemnity and seriousness.
"Even to stand beside a King is the greatest honor. But bearing the fresh blood of warriors, and the name of 'Scarlet Demon'⌠I am still willing to go to that battlefield ahead, to obtain the glory of victory that belongs to me, a 3.9th generation descendant, which has long been established."
Such words, spoken from the mouth of this perpetually arrogant young girl, carried an unprecedented resolve and tenacity.
"Is that so?"
A slightly disdainful chuckle escaped Gilgamesh's lips.
He smiled faintly, his words imbued with immense arrogance.
"Then, Erilika, you shall be the messenger for this King to deliver this order to those mongrels named God-Slayers."
Listening to these words, and what was clearly a potentially fatal chore, Erilika's face blossomed into a brilliant smile.
A smile like a lion, filled with honor and pride.
"Yes, this subordinate is fortunate not to be taking my own life!"