I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

The hall features a high ceiling with beautiful arches, while behind a door at the back is a long colonnade of stone pillars covered with carpets.

The lighting device is not a lamp or a sprite ore, but a tiny light sprite floating in the air.

Although this is a relic from the mythical era, after thousands of years of time and renovations, its original appearance is almost unrecognizable. The only thing that can still evoke a sense of nostalgia is probably the carvings on the rows of stone pillars.

The walls of the stone pillar corridor are painted with brightly colored murals.

These paintings are at most a few hundred years old, depicting elf princesses who have been remembered for generations, as well as the winners of the Elf Sword Dance Festival throughout the ages.

Jill stopped in front of a mural.

The painting on the wall depicts the winner of the Elf Sword Dance Festival three years ago.

The strongest sword dancer—Len Ashubel.

She was dressed in a long, exotic gown, and held a terrifying dark magic sword in her left hand, striking a pose.

The demonic sword in the girl's hand is the sword of truth piercing through the elven armor of the dark elf Restia.

The figure in the painting has long, glossy black hair and a face as white as a pearl.

Objectively speaking, the girl depicted by the painter with delicate brushstrokes is truly beautiful.

"Well... it's a little too embellished," Jill muttered.

“No way, her beauty can’t be captured by mere drawings,” Alice retorted.

“That’s right. To be honest, her beauty makes even me, as a woman, feel a flutter in my heart,” Claire echoed Alice’s words.

Jill smiled helplessly, "Fine, whatever makes you happy..."

Jill wasn't wrong; four years ago, she had personally taught the girl in the mural.

Well, that girl's talent is indeed astonishing.

So, if she reveals her true identity, you wouldn't mind engaging in lesbian relations, right...?

Jill glanced at Lian, who looked somewhat embarrassed, and smiled. "Let's go quickly."

The group followed the shrine maiden who led the way, winding their way through the maze of passages until they arrived at the room.

"The room for the Austrian Empire's representative team, Uruk, is here. Please let us know if you need any meals or other services. Don't hesitate to ask."

“We have prepared separate rooms for men. Please follow me.” Before the remaining girls could say anything, the priestess leading the way said this.

“...I have a bad feeling about this…” Jill muttered.

……

After a while.

The room supposedly arranged for men... was a dark room at the very end of the corridor.

The room was filled with a gloomy atmosphere and a musty smell. Various drawings and sculptures were piled up in the corners, covered with cobwebs.

This place is more like a warehouse than a room.

"Alright, thank you for your hard work..." Jill rubbed her temples, looking a headache. "We'll call you if we need anything."

What kind of discrimination is this...?

Jill thought to herself, "That's what I'm thinking."

After the priestess who had led the way left, Gil pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was dusty and rather dim.

Lian followed him in, "It seems Master... we're really being treated terribly..."

“No… actually, if you participated in this Sword Dance Festival as your true self, you wouldn’t be receiving this kind of treatment as me,” Gilles said, raising an eyebrow. “Right?”

"Well……"

A troubled expression appeared on Lian's face.

Seeing this, Jill reached out and flicked her forehead.

"It hurts!" Lian clutched her head. "Master, you're doing this again."

"By the way, Lian, speaking of which, you participated in the Elf Sword Dance Festival three years ago, right?" Gil raised an eyebrow. "Could you tell me what the next part is?"

"Hmm... if I remember correctly, there might be a party later... Master, do you have a formal dress?"

“Don’t worry about me about that—I wasn’t planning on going anyway.” Jill cleaned the room and sat on the bed. “It’s too much trouble.”

"As for you... Lian, do you plan to appear in your current form, or as you were three years ago?" Gil took out a wine dish from somewhere, poured some wine into it, drank it, and then asked.

“…Let’s stay in this position for now,” Lian replied.

“The second question…” Jill poured herself another glass of wine, “Lian, do you… have a men’s suit?”

“Hmm… Grevas prepared one for me, but there’s also one for you, Master.” So Lian took out two dresses from the bag she was carrying.

One set is slightly larger, and the other is slightly smaller.

Gilbilly was much larger, and that bigger, white dress was clearly meant for Gilbilly.

"...That witch, how on earth did she figure out my physical data..." Jill glanced at it casually and sighed.

Jill picked up the saucer, downed the drink in one gulp, and tapped the table beside her. "Len... what do you think of that Len Ashbell who's impersonating you?"

Chapter 233 Showcasing all of one's potential!

"As for my opinion..." Lian pondered for a moment, "I don't know... but I always feel that the other party is not a simple person, and their strength may be comparable to yours, Master. This is the information brought by Restia."

“I should say it’s because I don’t use the power of my collection…” Jill chuckled involuntarily. “That’s so interesting.”

“Master…” Lian was somewhat surprised.

"Alright, take a rest... Aren't you tired from traveling all this way?" Jill said, then lay down on the bed in the room and closed her eyes slightly.

"But Master..."

"explain."

"I'm a girl too!"

"...Don't worry, you're my apprentice, and I have no interest in you. That's all."

"Emmm...what about changing clothes?"

"If you're changing clothes, one person can change inside the room while the other person keeps watch outside."

As Jill spoke, she rolled over.

“But Master…” Lian wanted to say something, but Gil felt that he couldn’t hear her clearly.

Jill felt very sleepy, probably because she had drunk a little alcohol.

Soon, his consciousness seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, into the ocean of consciousness.

……

"...It's been a long time." The wise king looked at Gil as he entered this space and nodded to him.

"You summoned me here this time because you've noticed something, haven't you?" Gil walked skillfully to the opposite side of the wise king's table and sat down.

“Hmm… This enemy is quite troublesome… The Destruction Factors you faced before were at most B-level, the kind with a little bit of intelligence…” The Wise King flicked his fingers, and the mudstone slab on the table began to flicker, displaying an image.

"...This is practically a movie projector...The way you're playing with the Destiny Slab, I can almost feel it crying." Jill looked at the Slab on the table and muttered a small complaint.

“It doesn’t matter. After all, making the most of everything is the right thing to do, isn’t it?” The wise king turned the stone slab around so that it faced Jill.

Jill saw the image clearly, and her pupils immediately contracted.

"Hey, hey, hey...you're kidding, right..."

“I’m not joking,” the wise king said seriously.

"So... this time the Destruction Factor will definitely interfere?" Jill raised her right hand and infused magic into the Destiny's mudstone slab.

The image on the mudstone slab of destiny blurred for a moment, and then disappeared completely.

“Well… it’s only a possibility, not a certainty… or rather… the calmer things are, the worse it will be.” The Wise King sighed. “However, you must remember… once the Destruction Factor appears, the Ea sword must be taken out, and at least three layers of seals must be used.”

“I remember there are seven seals on the Ea sword EA. To deal with such a destructive factor, three of them need to be unlocked?” Jill clicked her tongue. “That’s already more than half of the seals.”

"Hmph, you just haven't seen a destructive factor above Grade A yet." The Wise King frowned. "You need to understand that once you see a destructive factor above Grade A, what you want to break will be more than just the three layers of seals."

“This is really bad…” Jill nodded. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out.”

“There’s one more thing…” the wise king called out to Gil, “about the Class Card.”

"What?" Gil was about to stand up, but sat back down when he heard the wise king say this.

"You have obtained the three Class Cards that represent the power of 'us' from that imposter named Angelica. The power from your childhood has been completely integrated with you."

"Now it's Caster and Archer... To be honest, I possess aptitude for all classes except Assassin." The Wise King tapped the stone slab in his hand. "However, besides Archer, the one with the highest and best compatibility with me is Caster, I think—"

You may possess possibilities different from ours.

“A different possibility?” Jill raised an eyebrow. “You’re mistaken, Your Majesty.”

“I am you, and you are me—that’s what you said. Although there are still some things I don’t quite understand, but—” Gilles grinned, “I have the confidence to fight any Saber in a sword duel without ever being defeated!”

“Since we are one person, you should also have this confidence, rather than some so-called different possibilities—” Jill smiled, “Just like no matter what, the Knight King’s tragic wish is hard to change—”

"...Hmph...You see it more clearly than I do?" The wise king chuckled softly.

"I'm just saying what's on my mind," Jill smiled. "I'm the strongest!"

"Hmph... Let me tell you something... In the final battle of this world, unleash all your potential! That way, even an A-level Destruction Factor won't be a match for you!"

After speaking, the wise king tapped the golden axe in his hand, "It's time to go out—"

“I know,” Jill said, turning around and disappearing from sight.

However, he didn't notice that many golden phosphorescent powders were beginning to continuously merge into his body...

……

I opened my eyes and saw the orange sunlight streaming through the open window, bathing the room in its warm glow and making it look exceptionally beautiful.

Just as Jill was about to get up, the heavy feeling on his body made him pause slightly.

"Brother Jill...you're awake?" A soft, sweet voice rang out. Esther, wearing only knee-high socks, looked at Jill with her purple, mysteriously beautiful eyes.