In the early morning, General Mandul looked at Gilgamesh and said, "Something has changed in you, boy." He then sighed with boredom while looking at the horizon. "I feel weary today. If you can amaze me, I will let you out earlier."
Gilgamesh stood before him firmly, his voice steady. "Will you keep your word?"
Mandul smiled a mysterious smile. "General Mandul's word is stronger than iron, boy... so, of course!"
The General opened his eyes to find Gilgamesh already before him, raining down punches. The General was shocked, thinking to himself: From a boy who avoided fighting to a boy who attacks with insane speed! So, she is the one who motivated you! Hahaha!
"Well done, boy!" Mandul shouted as he regained his balance. "Bring out what is inside you!"
Gilgamesh delivered rapid punches toward the General. Startled, the General countered with a heavy blow from above. Gilgamesh fell, but he twisted his small body and delivered a kick to the General's jaw. The General stepped back, clutching his jaw, and said, "You will become a monster in the future, and I will be the one who made this monster! What an achievement to rival my history! Come on, boy!"
A golden aura began to form on Gilgamesh's hand. The General sensed the power in that aura; his body trembled as he laughed and said, "Can you kill me? Come on, remember all the agony I caused you!"
Gilgamesh lunged, but stopped abruptly before striking the General's face. He then collapsed, falling unconscious. Mandul stood looking at the small body lying at his feet, wiping a thread of blood that ran from his jaw. He sighed deeply, a look in his eyes that wasn't just pride, but an acknowledgment of danger. He said in a deep voice, "Well done, boy! I will make you control those powers."
With a roughness hiding a strange appreciation, Mandul leaned down and grabbed Gilgamesh by his clothes, lifting him with one hand to place him over his shoulder like a prize of war. He headed toward a doctor and stormed into his room without permission, throwing him onto the wooden bed and shouting authoritatively, "Examine him!"
The doctor trembled, his hands shaking as he lifted the torn shirt from the boy's back. His face went pale, and he stepped back, muttering in terror, "My God! His body is a forest of bruises... his bones nearly protrude from under the skin, and the wounds are both old and new! What kind of hell do you call 'training'?! He is just a child!"
Mandul roared in his face, leaning in until the doctor felt his burning breath: "What business is it of yours to know the details of the training? Just heal him!"
The doctor swallowed hard, looking into the General's crazed eyes, and said in a choked voice, "Al... alright... I will do all I can."
Gilgamesh suddenly woke up, standing quickly on his feet, ready for combat. The General laughed and said, "Well done, boy! You can leave early today."
General Mandul walked out, Gilgamesh in a state of readiness, and the doctor terrified in the corner of the room.
After the fight, Gilgamesh headed out with his exhausted body, but his mind hurried him toward his appointment. He ran toward the fortress gates, saying to himself eagerly: I'm coming!
Meanwhile, Elia was waiting with boredom in the dark alley, muttering quietly, "I have a strange feeling he'll come earlier today..."
Gamsh suddenly appeared behind her. "Are you waiting for me?"
Elia startled and shouted with light anger, "You idiot! Stop! You're going to make my heart jump out of my body next time!"
Gilgamesh laughed while panting. "Sorry about that." He sat beside her and said, "Tell me about yourself, Elia."
Elia hesitated, then said in a low voice full of confidence, "I don't have much, but don't you dare tell anyone this."
Gilgamesh replied quickly, "I promise I won't tell anyone."
Elia began moving her feet nervously. "...I am the daughter of a wizard. We kept moving since I was young until that day came when my father died..." She spoke bitterly of her father, who told her not to give up before he passed, and of her life in the kingdom that forced her to steal.
Gilgamesh asked curiously, "Who was your father?"
Elia hesitated for a moment, then looked into his eyes and answered, "My father is Amubis, one of the Great Wizards."
Gilgamesh was shocked and stood up abruptly. "Amubis?! The Disaster Mage?!"
Elia replied calmly, hiding her sadness, "That is what they describe him as."
Gilgamesh's eyes widened. "Your father was one of the strongest wind wizards! He could summon hurricanes in the blink of an eye to annihilate anything before him!"
Elia replied, "That's why he was hunted—to bring him down before he died. He carved something onto my Mind Core... I think it is the Wind element, because the wind element became stronger in me after that."
Gilgamesh was amazed and shouted, "You possess a Mind Core at this age?!"
Elia replied with a boastful smile, "Yes."
Gilgamesh shouted, "My God, I must return quickly! I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
Elia replied, "In the same place."
On the third day, Gilgamesh arrived after harsh training in his usual torn clothes. He had shown General Mandul a massive power that shocked the General, though he didn't defeat him. He found Elia waiting for him with shining eyes.
Elia said, "The alley bores me, and I have a feeling the soldiers might pass by here. I'll take you to my secret spot."
She took his hand and pulled him toward the beach. "Now you know my secret place," she told him. "Whenever I feel sad or bored, I come here."
Gilgamesh marveled, "Whoa! Is this the sea? Have I never seen it before?"
Elia was surprised. "Have you been living under a rock, you hobo? Or what?"
Gilgamesh laughed. "No, but my father is strict in some matters." He began walking, his feet playing with the water, as Elia walked beside him. He said, "Since I was eight, my father insisted on my training."
He sat on the sand, sighing. Elia noticed one of the wounds on his back and gasped. "What is this?"
"No, no, it's nothing. Just a small wound."
Elia began pulling at Gilgamesh's clothes to reveal all the wounds and bruises. She gasped, her voice hesitant, "What kind of training is this?"
Gilgamesh smiled quietly. "It isn't my father who did this; it's my trainer."
Elia shouted, "Does your father know about this?"
He replied calmly, "I don't know, and I think he doesn't care about these bruises. He cares about the result."
Elia said angrily, "What result? Is he insane?"
Gilgamesh replied, looking at his hands, "Power. That is what he aspires to."
Elia got angry. "Take me to this cursed madman!"
Gilgamesh laughed. "Calm down. You can't do anything, Elia."
Elia shouted, "Why don't you run away? Come with me, I'll accompany you."
Gilgamesh smiled. "If I run away, I will be running from myself. But here, and now, I am free."
Elia approached him. "What a cruel world you live in, Gamsh."
He replied, "I've gotten used to it, Elia."
Elia looked at him angrily. "You are insane too, Gamsh."
They were silent for a while, then Elia asked softly, "So, what do you dream of, Gilgamesh?"
Gilgamesh looked at her. "That these happy moments never end, forever."
Elia laughed. "It's impossible for anything to last forever, Gilgamesh, unless you want immortality."
Gilgamesh stood up and clenched his fist. "Then we shall attain immortality!"
Elia wondered, "We?"
Gilgamesh extended his hand to her and pointed to the horizon. "I aspire for us to be immortal, you and I, forever."
Elia laughed. "You are truly crazy, Gamsh!"
Gilgamesh laughed and remembered his appointment with Herald. Wiping the sand from his clothes, he said, "Herald will kill me this time! I must return. Tomorrow at the rocks, don't be late!"
Elia replied with a wide smile, "Go, Gamsh. By the way, who is this Herald?"
Gilgamesh replied as he ran, "I'll tell you tomorrow!"
Elia smiled. "Alright, you idiot."
General Mandul summoned a soldier and said, "I will advance the date. Have the mercenaries start tomorrow."
The guard bowed. "Yes, General."
The next day, Gilgamesh woke up and headed for training. The arena was empty. Quickly, Gilgamesh sensed his presence atop the palace walls and shouted, "Do you want us to train, General, or should I come to your side?"
The General laughed until he threw himself off the wall on his back. Gilgamesh was shocked, but before the General hit the ground, he drew his sword and stabbed it into the wall to slow his fall.
The General stood before Gilgamesh. "I feel a different sensation today. I want to fight you with all my strength."
Gilgamesh, trying to curb his eagerness to leave for Elia, said in a voice he tried to make indifferent, "Fine, fine. Will we finish quickly?"
The glint of madness increased in Mandul's eyes, and he growled, "If you don't give me the ecstasy of combat, you won't leave today."
Gilgamesh's features changed in a single second; his childhood vanished, replaced by the coldness of kings and the cruelty of executioners. He narrowed his eyes and said with a seriousness that silenced Mandul's laughter, "What are you babbling about, old man?"
Mandul shouted jubilantly, "Hahaha! I love this spirit... Let's begin!"
General Mandul lunged first like a hurricane, his sword tearing through the air, targeting Gilgamesh's vital points with a series of devastating strikes. Gilgamesh responded brilliantly, parrying the blows with minimal movement, using his bare hands to deflect the metallic attacks.
The General was shocked; every punch Gilgamesh delivered was hard enough to break a normal opponent's bones. Gilgamesh's punches were aimed at parrying attacks and forcing the General back, maintaining a distance that allowed him to evaluate his new strength.
General Mandul thought to himself: This boy is unbelievable. He takes my strikes that would kill grown men and continues without collapsing! His power has exceeded all my expectations!
The General raised his sword, unleashing a high-speed circular attack, covering it with an aura of defensive magic. At that moment, a golden aura appeared on Gilgamesh's hand, colliding with the sword and creating a flash of light that swept the arena. The General retreated two steps, panting.
Sensing the battle ecstasy he was looking for, the General shouted, "Well done, boy! Come on, remember all the agony I caused you!"
Gilgamesh didn't speak; he took off with an insane speed even the General couldn't anticipate. In one step, he closed the distance and delivered a powerful punch to the General's jaw.
While the noise of the harbor surrounded them, Lorn's voice dropped, becoming solemn as he dove into memories that seemed never to leave his imagination. Erold and Jasmin approached him, curiosity driving them to explore the past of this man who walked with them with the coldness of ice and the strength of a hurricane.
Lorn said, pointing with a slightly trembling hand toward the horizon, "I was there that day... I was watching the scene from atop one of the high guard towers. It wasn't a normal fight; it was something closer to a clash of monsters."
"As soon as Gamsh moved... I swear to you, my eyes couldn't track his movement. In the battlefield, Gilgamesh didn't utter a word. Instead, he moved with an insane speed that hadn't even crossed General Mandul's mind. In the blink of an eye, the distances vanished under his feet, and with a single strike that pierced the General's defenses, he delivered a devastating punch that landed in Mandul's broad jaw."
Lorn shouted from the tower in a daze that terrified the other guards: What is this speed?! This isn't just physical strength... it's something that broke human limits!
General Mandul staggered and fell heavily, but his combat instinct was beyond description; before his body hit the ground, he twisted in the air with terrifying flexibility and delivered a back-kick that hit Gilgamesh's jaw directly. The General stepped back, wiping the blood from his mouth, his hysterical laughter tearing the silence: "How happy I am, my little monster! Hahaha! Come on, come on, entertain me!"
At that moment, the air around Gilgamesh's fist began to boil. A bright golden aura began to form, raw, pure energy radiating a light no one had seen before. Mandul smiled when he saw that aura and shouted, "There it is! Will you finally master it, boy?"
In a move indicating the madness of power, Mandul threw his sword away and opened his arms with an exposed chest, defying death, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Come onnn, boy!"
Gilgamesh said in a tone dripping with pride, despite his fragmented breathing, "Pick up your sword! I won't attack you while you're unarmed."
A mad laugh exploded from Mandul's chest, a laugh that wasn't mockery but "pity" for the boy's nobility. "I like your morals, boy."
Gilgamesh turned his back on the General with all pride and prepared to leave, saying, "I won't fight you like this."
He had barely taken one step when he felt a sudden change in air pressure behind him. In a fraction of a second, the blood froze in his veins; he turned to find Mandul directly behind him. Gilgamesh's shock was total: When did he get here?
Mandul didn't give him time to think. The General delivered a punch that wasn't just muscular strength, but was covered in Wind magic, hitting Gilgamesh's chest with a force that shook the foundations of the place. The boy's body flew through the air to crash into the stone castle wall, shattering the rocks and creating a deep hole in the wall from the intensity of the impact.
Mandul stood over him, his giant shadow covering Gilgamesh's broken body, and said in a cold tone, "Never underestimate your opponent, little one." Mandul wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "Well done, boy. You have truly entertained me."
Gilgamesh tried to stand and said, "Our fight isn't over yet."
Mandul laughed and said, "It's already over!"
Gilgamesh collapsed from exhaustion. The General shouted to a guard to give him a healing potion, saying, "Make him drink it. He has a lot ahead of him today!"
Gilgamesh opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the guard pouring the potion into his mouth, and muttered in a weak voice dripping with rage, "That bastard..." With a speed that stunned the guard, the boy jerked to his feet. His body had healed superficially, but his soul was in a race against time. He exited the palace walls like an arrow, ignoring the guards' calls. His destination this time was not the training ground, but the alleys of the poor city.
On the way, Gilgamesh stopped suddenly before a simple ice cream vendor. He bought two and said to himself, "I don't know if Elia likes mastic flavor or not." He headed to the same alley, but he didn't find Elia there. In a panic, he shouted, "Elia! Where are you?"
Suddenly, a laughing voice emerged from behind him: "I'm hereeee!"
Gilgamesh jumped in place from the fright and turned to her, his face flushing red with embarrassment, anger, and fear mixed with relief. He shouted, "You idiot! You scared me! Damn you!"
Elia laughed, a gentle laugh that made the walls of the bleak alley seem to bloom for a moment. "Were you really scared for me, Gamsh?"
Gamsh's face burned, and he stuttered, handing her the ice cream with artificial roughness to hide his embarrassment. "Eat this and shut up."
Elia's eyes widened as she took the cold ice cream, examining it with amazement. "This is expensive! Where did you get the money for this? Did you steal it?"
Gilgamesh replied, looking away from her, "No, just eat it."
Elia tasted the ice cream, and features of pure joy appeared on her face. She said with gratitude that made Gamsh's heart tremble, "Thank you, Gamsh."
Gilgamesh smiled and said, "Don't mention it."
Elia began to talk and asked curiously, "What did you do today, Gamsh?"
Gilgamesh: "I trained and came..."
Suddenly... the ice cream fell from his hand, hitting the ground and getting stained with dirt. It wasn't an accidental fall; the Beast's Instinct that Mandul had planted had sensed something suspicious in the air: a sudden chill, and a disturbance in the shadows surrounding them.
Gamsh's features changed in the blink of an eye; the child's gentleness vanished, replaced by the sharpness of a blade. With a swift, frantic move, he pushed Elia behind his back to protect her with his body and shouted, "Come out! What do you want?"
A deep voice said, "Ooh, this boy has good senses."
Forty mercenaries surrounded them from the alley entrance and from atop the buildings. They said, "We're taking you! you'll make good slaves!"
Gilgamesh analyzed the situation and laughed, saying, "Forty people to take two people to a slave auction? Do you think I'm stupid? Who sent you and who is your target?"
The mercenary laughed and said, "Smart boy! So I'll be honest with you: We want the girl, not you."
Gilgamesh replied quietly, "So that's how it is!"
While Elia was trembling, she looked at Gilgamesh and said in fear, "You're going to hand me over to them... I don't blame you for this."
She raised her eyes to find Gilgamesh already engaging them. Ten people fell to his bare hands. One man came to grab Elia. Gamsh delivered a blow that knocked him unconscious and said, "Elia! Don't worry, I am the one who will protect you!"
Elia's eyes widened, as if time slowed down before her. She looked at Gilgamesh fighting for her, even though he could have escaped and left her. One of the mercenaries shouted, "Damn it! They didn't tell us the boy was strong! Attack him all at once!"
Twenty mercenaries gathered, surrounding Gilgamesh and saying, "Stab him! Don't worry about him!"
Gamsh's fists and eyes shone golden as time slowed; he delivered punches to each of them, and they fell, their bodies swelling. The remaining ten looked at Gilgamesh and said, "Should we run?"
One shouted, "You want to run from a little boy who hasn't hit puberty yet?!"
Gamsh delivered a punch to his face that separated his body from his head. His body flew to the end of the alley. Gilgamesh, his hand covered in blood, said with deadly coldness, "I think you should run."
One of them screamed, "You son of a b****! Kill him!"
The mercenaries lunged like madmen, but Gamsh was faster than their sight. He moved like a shadow between the blades, breaking bones and tearing chests with his bare fists. They fell one after another until the alley was filled with their corpses. As the last man fell, strength failed Gamsh's exhausted body; he fell to his knees, then sprawled on the ground before Elia, who was watching in shock.
Suddenly, a corpse moved from among the rubble; there was one last mercenary still alive. He crawled treacherously and drew his poisoned dagger to aim it at the back of the unconscious Gamsh. Elia screamed, and with an instinct she didn't know she possessed, her latent powers surged; she unleashed a Wind Blade that tore through the silence and severed the mercenary's legs in the blink of an eye.
The mercenary's scream filled the place, while Elia stepped back trembling, looking at her hands in shock and horror at what she had done. Gamsh woke up to the sound of the screaming and rose heavily as if emerging from a grave. He grabbed the mercenary by his jaw and delivered a punch that shattered his teeth, growling with a terrifying voice, "Who sent you?"
The mercenary screamed in pain. He delivered another punch and said, "Answer, or I'll slit your throat!"
The mercenary cried out in collapse, "I'll answer! I'll answer! It was someone from the Royal Palace!"
Gilgamesh grew furious and said, "I know who it is!"
Elia wondered in fear, "Why the Royal Palace? And who is he?"
Gilgamesh said, "Come with me, we're heading there."
Elia replied, "How will we even enter? Do you want to attack the Royal Palace?"
Gamsh replied, "No, I won't."
He dragged Elia with him and headed toward the gates, possessed by rage. Elia stood stunned before the giant iron gates guarded by a legion of strong men. She expected them to be arrested or kicked out, but what happened made her mind stop working. As soon as the guards glimpsed Gilgamesh's blood-stained face, they shouted in a single voice that shook the foundations, "Open the gates!"
Elia trembled as she heard the creaking of the doors opening for them, muttering in daze, "What is happening? Why do they obey you?" Gilgamesh didn't turn to her but shouted in the face of the nearest guard in a tone that only comes from a king's throat, "Where is the General?" The guard replied, bowing his head, "He is on the top of the palace, my lord."
Elia wondered, "My lord? Who is he?"
Gilgamesh walked with heavy steps through the marble corridors, with Elia following him like a lost phantom. She saw the servants bowing, the knights making way, and whispers following them: "Look at the blood on his hands."
He reached the huge door leading to the roof. He kicked it open to find General Mandul standing there, his back turned, watching the sunset coldly. The General turned slowly, a mocking smile on his face as he saw Gilgamesh's miserable state. "What happened to you, Prince?"
The words fell like a thunderbolt on Elia's ears. Prince! Wait... Gamsh, he is Gilgamesh, the Prince of the Kingdom! How?
Gilgamesh shouted, "Why did you send someone after Elia?"
The General replied, "I don't need that girl, Your Highness! What I was seeking was to activate your powers, and from what I see, I have succeeded." He bowed to him and said, "So I apologize for this, Your Highness."
He raised his eyes to find Gilgamesh delivering a punch that threw him to the other end of the palace, crashing into one of the watchtowers. The General said, "A raging beast." He returned to the Prince quickly, bowing.
Elia trembled as she looked at Gilgamesh. What are these powers? Who is standing before the one nicknamed the 'Litterateur of Corpses'?
Gilgamesh said coldly, "I don't want to kill you, General! Don't you dare do this in the future!"
The General replied, "As you command, my lord. But Your Highness, our kingdom was seeking Amubis and his Core, so the King might execute her if he knows she is of Amubis's lineage." Elia trembled.
Gilgamesh said with deadly coldness, "I am the one who will deal with him."
The General looked at the ground and smiled. "Yes! This is the monster we need! This is my achievement." He called to the Prince and said, "Allow me to offer my loyalty to you, O revered Prince Gilgamesh!"
Gilgamesh replied quietly, "I accept your loyalty, Mandul. Do not disappoint my trust in you."
Elia stood seeing the legendary General bowing for the first time in his life, swearing loyalty to Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh said to Elia gently, "Come with me, we must do something."
Gilgamesh entered with steady steps that left bloodstains on the polished white marble. Elia was clutching the edge of his shirt, feeling the walls of the soaring hall and its pillars closing in on her breath. She was like a bird fallen into a lions' den.
He kicked open the throne room door to find the King, the ministers, and the sage. One of the ministers jumped from his place, his face flushing with anger, shouting, "What is this disrespect! Who is this?!"
The minister stopped suddenly, the words sticking in his throat when his eyes met Gilgamesh's cold eyes. His face went pale, he stepped back, and bowed his body. "Forgive me, Your Highness, I didn't recognize you in this... this state."
A heavy silence prevailed before the minister directed a look full of disgust and curiosity toward Elia, asking in a tone he tried to make diplomatic, "But... excuse me Your Highness, who is this girl?"
Gilgamesh raised his head and did not look at the minister, but fixed his eyes on his father, the King, sitting on the throne. He said in a voice that shook the hall with its honesty and power, "This is the daughter of the wizard Amubis!"
Everyone was amazed and said, "The daughter of Amubis, the Disaster Mage?!"
King Lugal said in a deep voice, "What is your goal in bringing her here? From what is evident on your face, you haven't come to hand her over. What do you want then?"
Gilgamesh stepped forward and said, "You're right, Your Majesty. She is here for me to tell you all: Anyone who wants to harm her is harming me. I swear that I will make anyone who even thinks of touching a hair on her head wish for death!"
Gilgamesh's aura radiated in the place. The sage trembled and said, "So I understand your goal, boy!"
The guards drew their swords suddenly, and the captain of the guards shouted recklessly, "You dare threaten the King?!"
He hadn't finished his sentence when the shadow split behind Gilgamesh and General Mandul appeared. He placed his hand on his sword hilt, looked at the guards with contempt, then directed his speech to the King and the ministers in a cold tone that made the blood freeze in their veins: "I think you know that if we wanted to seize the rule and hand it to this boy, the two of us would be enough."
A commotion broke out among the ministers, and panicked whispers rose: "Is the General turning against the throne?"
The sage Herald replied calmly, "You're right, General, but I know that Gilgamesh wouldn't do this."
Gilgamesh said, "I won't do this, Sage Herald, unless someone touches a hair on her head."
The King trembled and smiled (internally): I made a monster! Then he spoke to Gilgamesh coldly, "So what do you want?"
Gilgamesh said firmly, "All sentences issued against the wizard Amubis and his descendants are lifted." Elia was stunned by Gilgamesh, her eyes filling with tears. He continued, "And that Elia lives with us in the palace. She is talented in magic and the daughter of a great wizard; she will be a strong addition to the kingdom."
Coldly, the King said, "Your requests are granted." In a serious voice that added to the terror, the King said, "But don't you dare do what you did again, boy. I don't care how strong you are! I will have the last soldier in this kingdom alive slit your throat."
Gilgamesh bowed. "Forgive me, Your Majesty."
The General smiled at Gilgamesh and said, "Your daily training will become worse than it was, little one." Gilgamesh smiled and looked at Elia, who couldn't express herself in words, save for a lump in her throat. She whispered weakly, "Thank you... Gamsh."
Gilgamesh held her hands, which were trembling, wiped her tears with his thumb, and said in a warm voice heard by no one but her, "Don't cry, Elia... From now on, this palace is your fortress, and I will show you myself where you will live. Come with me."
Gilgamesh left with Elia, leaving behind a hall boiling with tension. General Mandul moved to leave, but the King's voice stopped him like a gunshot: "Mandul, do you realize what you've done?"
Mandul turned slowly, looked at the King with eyes that never knew fear, and asked calmly, "Your Majesty, you know the extent of my loyalty to the kingdom, right?"
The King replied, "Correct."
Mandul interrupted him with a deep voice that shook the hall walls: "Then listen to me well... that boy is the future of the kingdom, Your Majesty."
Silence fell for a moment, then the King waved his hand, ordering everyone to depart. "Everyone out immediately! I want no one here but General Mandul, Sage Herald... and you, Lorn, stay in your place."
After everyone left, the King said, "Guard Lorn, I know you are close to my son. I want you to hear this." Then the King smiled and said, "So Mandul, are you telling me that my son has become the level of a catastrophe?"
The General replied proudly, "Perhaps worse. He might be able to annihilate a kingdom by himself in the future if he wished."
The King laughed amidst the terror of Sage Herald and Lorn. The King said, "Well done, Mandul. You may leave now."
After the General left, the King, Herald, and Lorn remained. Sage Herald shouted, "O King! Do you know what you're doing? You are creating a danger to the human world, not just the Jinn world!"
The King replied enthusiastically, "That is your mission, Herald. Maintain the boy's balance; do not let him turn against us."
The sage said quickly, "But—"
The King replied, "No buts, Herald. Do as I tell you." He looked at Lorn and said, "As for you, Lorn, do you want Gilgamesh to turn on the human world and destroy it?"
Lorn replied in terror, "No!"
The King replied calmly, "Maintain his mental balance."
The sage said, "Gilgamesh's mental balance will be because of that girl. So, I advise you not to do anything to her, Your Majesty. If anything happens to her, the gates of hell will open for us."
The King replied calmly, "So that's it! Treat her with the best treatment. She is one of us now."
The sage replied with concern, "You know the nobles will be angry, Your Majesty, for her being the daughter of Amubis."
The King laughed. "Then let them bark before Gilgamesh. What this boy did today... I respect him for it." The King began to describe the situation with ecstasy, saying, "He enters before me, defying my authority and the entire kingdom for her sake. He stands with all pride to show me the monster I created! Hahahaha! Well done, boy!"
Lorn stood shocked amidst all he heard. He expected a strong punishment for Gilgamesh; he did not expect the King's reaction.
Mr. Lorn returned to the present to finish for Erold and Jasmin: "That day was the beginning of everything in this boy's life."
Jasmin teared up in amazement. "Wait, oh my God! What a story!"
Erold wondered, "Can Gilgamesh really annihilate a kingdom by himself?"
Lorn's features changed, and before he could answer, he heard a voice calling him: "Old man Lorn, where are you?"
Lorn whispered to them, saying, "He's here. Let's stop here. Don't you dare speak."
Gilgamesh came and said, "What's happening?"
Jasmin answered him with childish affection, "Nothing, buddy."
Gilgamesh looked at her and said, "'Buddy'? What did this old man tell you?"
Something laughed inside Erold's head; it wasn't Arthur, it was Dante. He said, "That girl is funny; I won't kill her."
Erold shouted, "Don't you dare think that, you scoundrel!"
Dante said with boredom, "Haven't you killed yourself yet? Or are you a failure at that too?"
Erold shouted in pain, "Shut uppp!"
Dante began laughing, causing everyone around him to tremble. Lorn shouted, "Erold! What's wrong with you?"
Arthur shouted from within, "Erold! Isolate your mind from him!"
Erold fell to the ground trembling and shouted, "Arthur! How?"
Erold screamed from the intensity of the pain, "It hurts!"
A rift opened in the air. Gilgamesh's body trembled and he said, "A Cosmic Entity!" Gilgamesh shouted to everyone, "Run from here nowww!"
He prepared for battle and said, "I felt this thing on that day! It's that bastard Ashura!"
A radiating aura formed around Gilgamesh's fists. Jasmin shouted and said, "Stop, Gilgamesh! This isn't Ashura! I know this energy—it's Astra!"