mories from his past flowed like a stream.
They flooded his mind all at once.
For several seconds, Gilgash was in a daze, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
It was what he had said as a tyrant,
chatting idly with Moran over drinks.
After that, Gilgash retorted, and the two of them started competing in gas again.
Pulling his mind back from the sea of mories,
the Hero King’s smile faded.
"Boy, be grateful for this king’s whim.
Answer my question, and I may rcifully spare you the death penalty for your disrespect... Tell , who was it that said those words to you?"
Gilgash exuded a pressure that was completely different from before.
His expression, previously indifferent, beca serious and solemn.
"Oh? I didn’t expect you to be interested in that..."
"Don’t give any lip, just answer quickly. I will make my judgnt based on your answer. If you waste my ti, you will still die."
Gilgash’s expression didn’t change.
He spoke such unreasonable words
as if he were stating a universal truth, his attitude devoid of any fluctuation.
There wasn’t a trace of arrogance on his face.
It was as if this was as natural to him as eating or drinking.
"Since you want to know, I have no problem telling you! The one who gave that advice was—
My ancestor, my faith, my glory! Sung from ancient Britain to this day, the father of Britain whom we knights admire! The great king to whom I offer my loyalty and love—Moran Pendragon!"
Richard’s eyes seed to flicker with sincere fire.
The emotion that originated from his soul, even engraved in the Throne of Heroes, was overflowing.
It was almost fanatical.
Richard dared to say it directly because he wanted others to know Moran’s glory, with a bit of proselytizing intent.
"Moran... Really... He’s everywhere. That Pendragon? What a strange na. Oh well, I won’t pursue that.
But, did he actually leave descendants on this land without my knowledge?"
Gilgash said with a wry smile.
However, Richard didn’t notice.
After he said Moran’s na, Gilgash’s eyelids seed to tremble slightly.
But Richard couldn’t help but notice the drastic change in atmosphere.
Gilgash’s initial intention of eliminating an impudent fool had completely changed.
The hostility had completely dissipated.
In its place was a chilling sensation, a feeling similar to seeing a stern uncle or elder when he was young.
"Hmph, I will tentatively retract my assessnt of you as a mongrel. However, you are spared the death penalty, but not the punishnt...
Since you are that guy’s descendant, I cannot simply regard you as a commoner, but must asure you by the standards I used when I ruled Uruk."
As Gilgash spoke calmly,
an extrely ominous premonition arose in Richard’s heart.
–Wait, this developnt...
–The late king also seed to have reminded that it’s best not to ntion his existence in front of this golden guy.
Richard rembered when he was reporting to Moran.
Moran not only assigned him the task of guarding the hospital but also reminded him of many things to be aware of.
Among them was sothing related to Gilgash.
"That Goldie, he’s very difficult to deal with, and my relationship with him is very delicate. So, if you don’t want to get beaten up, Richard..."
"It’s best not to ntion in front of him."
Richard vaguely rembered Moran saying earnestly at the ti.
He even patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.
However, Richard was so excited to receive the order from the great late king that he couldn’t listen to those words at all.
He was completely intoxicated in his excitent.
At the ti, Richard only thought about completing the mission no matter what obstacles he encountered, even if it ant sacrificing his life.
Looking at the present—
Richard noticed that the space around him was changing, gradually distorting and creating layers of golden ripples.
–Ah, am I dood?
Richard subconsciously thought.
Surrounded on all sides by the gates of the Gate of Babylon, Richard felt death all over his body.
Gilgash said to Richard:
"Let test whether you are qualified as his descendant."
"Hey, hey, hey! You can’t do this! My late king shouldn’t have any deep grudges with you, right?!"
"Heh, if you really want to talk about it, the grudges there are enormous."
Gilgash smiled pleasantly.
He wasn’t asuring him as a king, warrior, or Heroic Spirit, but with an attitude akin to that of an elder.
Although Richard didn’t notice it,
it was obvious that Gilgash’s attitude was much gentler than before.
"The situation is different. Boy, I have already acknowledged you.
You are not a petty, useless person, but a seeker of the Way worthy of receiving my trials.
If you can survive, I will regard you as soone who has inherited my and his bloodline, and even as a descendant of Uruk worthy of my attention. At that ti, I will also re-evaluate the value of mankind in this world."
Gilgash said extrely self-centeredly.
However, Richard really wanted to retort, "What does my Great Britain have to do with your Uruk?"
But, Richard had a feeling.
If he really said that, he might be directly beheaded by Gilgash.
So, he could only mutter in his heart.
"If you die, then I will allow you to turn into rust on my treasures as a human. You can be proud of it."
Gilgash’s decision was made.
He no longer regarded Richard as a commoner of this world.
Originally, he thought that the value of humans in this era was extrely low, and only their numbers were worth ntioning.
They were so ugly that they were unbearable to look at.
Therefore, seeing that there were descendants in later generations who had inherited his brother’s bloodline and possessed the courage and glory of a knight like this,
Gilgash’s mood naturally beca cheerful.
So much so that he wanted to test it himself.
Moran was one of the apexes of Uruk, and in Gilgash’s eyes, the descendants who inherited his bloodline were also citizens of Uruk.
As for Britain or anything else,
it wasn’t a big deal in his eyes.
Since they were the descendants of the country established by his brother, it was only natural for him, as a relative, to want to see them.
It’s just that his style isn’t that of an ordinary person.
A bewildered Richard was inexplicably regarded by Gilgash as a trial-taker to be given tribulations.
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