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Boom!
With a loud bang, a huge hole appeared above the Throne Room.
A slender woman descended from the sky. She brushed aside her beautiful black hair and sat on a flying boat, looking down at Gilgamesh with deep mockery in her eyes. She said, "You look even weaker than last time, Gilgamesh. Although you just said many disrespectful things to the goddess, if you sincerely apologize and offer treasures, perhaps the goddess can forgive your actions?"
"It's Lady Ishtar, everyone retreat, quick retreat!" The soldiers of Uruk cried out in fear, and then the soldiers guarding the entrance of the Throne Room retreated one after another.
That was a goddess, and a very beautiful goddess, there was no doubt about that.
But,
In the eyes of these soldiers, the goddess was only beautiful in the face. This goddess's personality was truly unruly, and if they were cursed by the goddess because of it, it would be a loss, so they chose to retreat immediately.
"Hmph ha ha ha ha, someone actually wants me, the stupidest fool in the world, to sincerely apologize, how interesting." Gilgamesh remained high on his throne, looking back at Ishtar with crossed legs, then casually withdrew his gaze.
"The stupidest fool in the world should be you, that flashy bastard! I originally wanted to torment you slowly, but now I've changed my mind!" Ishtar's eyes seemed to burn with inextinguishable rage.
"Oh?" But Gilgamesh seemed to remember something interesting, and the corner of his mouth slightly lifted.
"The Servant I summoned previously reported to me that he violently crashed into an incompetent goddess while patrolling in mid-air."
"Unable to control your only flying boat, crashing around everywhere, what is that if not a fool?"
"Oh, perhaps it was intentional, wanting to go cry and act spoiled to your father, God Anu? Mongrel."
The air in the hall seemed to freeze suddenly.
Ishtar buried her head, and some terrifying aura seemed to emanate from her body.
"Congratulations, you have now successfully angered me." Ishtar revealed a charming smile. "Since there are no other attendants here, I'll let you sleep here forever!"
"Hmph ha ha ha ha, do you really think so, Ishtar?"
Gilgamesh revealed an arrogant smile and said to the empty hall, "What are you still waiting for, gods from other pantheons? Let's teach this incompetent goddess who still doesn't know her purpose a lesson together!"
After Gilgamesh finished speaking, there was still no sound.
Ishtar pouted, "A charlatan, just wait to kneel before the goddess and confess your sins!"
Whoosh!
At this moment, a spear came from behind in the distance, but Ishtar reacted quickly and easily dodged the attack.
She immediately turned her head, her beautiful red eyes slightly narrowed. "Is there really someone not afraid of death coming to protect this stupid king?"
"So it's you." Ishtar's gaze solidified on Asher, who was walking into the hall. Beside him were Mordred carrying a greatsword and Jeanne holding a spear.
"Is this guy flying in the sky an enemy? Leave him to me!" Mordred looked impatient, and her armor enveloped her as she stepped forward.
"Calm down, the opponent is a goddess, don't be so impatient." Asher timely raised his hand and pressed Mordred's shoulder, stopping her.
"Don't touch me, do you want to be beaten up by me?" Mordred slapped Asher's hand away.
Asher's mouth twitched slightly and he said, "I'm your father..."
"Someone who doesn't even know what my face looks like dares to call himself my father, I will defeat you on the honor of a knight"
"Quiet down now!" Asher finally got angry.
It was one thing to be suppressed by Sister Morgan and Shishou normally, but if he couldn't even control his own daughter, wouldn't he really become Lazy?
"You dare to lose your temper with me" Mordred raised her head, full of anger, and then, she suddenly froze.
Those eyes, so familiar...
"Let me handle it." Asher glanced at Mordred and stepped forward.
"Where's your knight's honor...?" Jeanne saw the previously angry girl suddenly become so quiet and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Hahaha... In fact, as a knight, I'm only a third-rate knight, and I don't care about honor or anything."
Mordred laughed heartily.
Jeanne: "..."
Not playing by the rules was quite similar to Asher.
"However... that look just now was really similar to Father's." Mordred stared at the figure in front of her and muttered, "Could it really be Father?"
On the other side, Ishtar looked at Asher walking towards her. After gazing at his black robe for a moment, a long sword gradually appeared in her hand.
"You really intend to stand with that stupid king, don't you? In that case, I'll eliminate you both!"
Ishtar rode her flying boat and swooped down towards Asher, her splendid golden sword slashing down at him.
"I've never stood on your side..."
Clang
As Asher complained, a pleasant sound of weapons colliding rang out. Ishtar only saw a magnificent sword appear before her eyes, but only the hilt was visible, not the blade.
Obviously, the other party used some means to hide the blade.
Whoosh!
Asher wielded the Sword of Promised Victory, deflecting Ishtar's sword, and then stabbed at Ishtar.
So dangerous!
Ishtar's eyes widened slightly, and she immediately ducked. The sword grazed her shoulder, and just when Ishtar thought she had avoided it, the sword horizontally slashed down at an extremely tricky angle.
"You really look quite dishevelled, Ishtar." Gilgamesh still leisurely sat on his throne, looking down at the goddess below and slowly said.
Ishtar rolled awkwardly, but felt a startling chill from behind. The black-robed youth had appeared behind her at some point, his feet on the stone pillars of the temple.
Starting from him, several ice cones swept towards her along the ground.
Ishtar raised her eyes full of anger. Once or twice was fine, but constantly being defeated made her feel very embarrassed, especially being mocked by that flashy guy sitting on the throne, which made Ishtar even angrier.
She aimed her bow and arrow towards Asher, and the bow and arrow, imbued with some magic, glowed with dazzling light.
"Repent properly for laying hands on a goddess, you fool!"
A beam of light blasted towards Asher, but Ishtar only saw him thrust his sword into the ground and raise his palm.
"Isn't this guy a Saber? He actually abandoned his sword, what is he thinking?" Ishtar thought to herself.
But soon, Asher answered her question.
When he put down his weapon, his magic surged even faster than before. Dozens of ice walls appeared, and runic characters strengthened the ice walls' defense.
The huge light cannon and the ice walls collided fiercely, raising a strong wind. The light cannon quickly broke through the first, second, and even third ice walls, finally stopping at the thirteenth.
Ishtar raised her finger and flicked several small light spheres towards Asher, but Asher easily dodged them. He lightly stepped onto a stone pillar.
Ishtar's expression finally became much more serious.
She looked up at the young man in front of her and muttered to herself, "Is this guy... really a Servant?"
Although she had intentionally reduced the destructive power of her bow and arrow because she was worried about damaging the temple, being so easily blocked by
the other party was still unexpected.
"This guy is really strong. Although he likes to tease others, his strength is really good." Mordred's helmet came off, and a excited smile appeared on her face. It wasn't until the howling wind caused by the collision of the light cannon and the ice wall ended that she looked up and muttered:
"I wonder how the battle is going now"
However, when Mordred looked up, her previous smile slightly stiffened. Her eyes slowly widened, reflecting the slender figure standing quietly on the stone pillar.
At this moment, Asher stood on the stone pillar in an extremely unscientific manner, his entire body completely off the ground. His wide black hood was blown back by the wind, revealing the young man's face beneath.
Short black hair, a body that had undergone 'dragonification' due to battle, and those eyes that were as bright as day, gleaming golden.
In this world, only her father could strengthen his body to this extent.
He replaced the former Tyrant King, becoming the new Tyrant King, and was also King Arthur, who replaced his mother in pulling the Sword in the Stone and ruling Britain.
"It really is Father..." Mordred murmured.
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