I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

So Jill had no choice but to come over, just to test her patience.

“But Lian… speaking of which, you actually performed a sword dance in that outfit back then?” Jill chuckled. “Looking back now, you were quite adorable three years ago.”

"Huh?" Lian was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head, her voice changing slightly, "Master, you..."

“Speak more naturally…” Jill smiled. “Your emotions fluctuate so much just from saying a few words. Your mind is not calm enough. You need to train your mind before you practice swordsmanship. You still can’t do that.”

"Uh... Master..."

“I don’t mean to blame you. I can’t be completely calm under normal circumstances either… I’d rather be calm in battle, but normally I’m fine.” Jill laughed. “Alright, that’s all for now.”

Jill shifted her shoulders a little uncomfortably. "It's still a bit strange not carrying weapons around, but it's also quite relaxing."

Jill usually liked to carry that cloth bag around, even though she was surrounded by the dark world of bullets.

It's more accurate to say that Jill valued the bag because it was a gift that Chu Xingliu and the other two had planned to buy for themselves.

While it may not be the best, it's still proof of the journey I took with those guys.

That's probably why it was valued; even though it wasn't used, it was placed in the Gate of Babylon.

Jill gripped the watch in her pocket with one hand and glanced at it.

Digital watch? That one's out of power.

Phone? Sorry, I'm out of power banks.

I had no choice but to use a pocket watch.

Judging from the timing, the party should be starting soon, right?

Jill narrowed her eyes slightly, her crimson eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

In this venue, he saw a somewhat familiar figure...

Hopefully it's just a misperception, otherwise, some trouble might arise at the Sword Dance Festival...

Jill closed the stopwatch, ignoring the pleading look from Ren, who was caught in the middle of a love triangle with the young ladies...

I guess I'll just ignore it.

"Don't bully the gods too much," Gil said, pulling Lian out of the chaotic situation.

"So you've been here all along." A girl wearing a dark blue evening gown with a dragon emblem on the chest and a hat decorated with feathers walked towards Jill.

“Leora Lancaster?” Jill looked at her, her crimson eyes flashing. “What brings you here, Dragon Princess?”

Jill's tone carried a sharp, or rather, piercing quality.

“Of course I have something to say—” Leora looked at Gil with a fighting spirit in her eyes, “I challenge you.”

"Oh?" Jill looked at the girl in front of her with a strange expression. "You want to challenge me?"

“Yes, since you said we would fight on the stage of the Elf Sword Dance Festival—then let’s make our final battle take place on the stage of the Elf Sword Dance Festival.” Leora nodded vigorously and said.

“…Then I will take your actions as a challenge to me—” Jill’s eyes turned dangerous, like those of a wild beast eyeing its prey. “Then I will fight you with all my might!”

“Then I would love to,” Leora said.

At that moment, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

"What happened?" Jill stared intently, her eyes showing displeasure.

It was Claire's appearance in her gown that caused the commotion; or rather, Claire's gown appearance slightly amazed Jill.

Claire, dressed in a bright red evening gown and adorned in her finest attire, had her red hair tied in twin ponytails with ribbons and wore gleaming red enamel high heels. Although her bust was a bit small, her well-proportioned figure still made her incredibly alluring.

This beautiful girl is like a lovely rose, or a proud wild lynx.

A young nobleman stood before Claire.

"Miss with fiery red hair, would you be honored to dance with me?"

The man's speech was frivolous, but he was quite handsome.

He appeared to be a nobleman of exceptionally high status, and was accompanied by a group of people who fawned over him.

"Hey, are you serious?"

"Young Master always likes to seek thrills, it's really a headache," the man's henchmen said with a wry smile.

He must be a member of royalty from some country, right?

Jill raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

The man's expression didn't reveal any genuine desire to invite her to dance. He probably understood that Claire was actually the younger sister of the Calamity Elf Princess, and that he had only struck up a conversation to satisfy his playful curiosity.

"I'm sorry, but I must decline." Claire coldly refused the man's invitation to dance.

"What did you say?" one of the henchmen said angrily.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. It’s not bad to have a girl with such a stubborn temper once in a while.” The man gestured to his follower with ease, and then tried to grab Claire’s arm.

"Snap—" A hand grabbed the man's arm that was reaching for Claire.

The man looked up at Jill, meeting her cold, flickering eyes.

Those crimson eyes flashed with fury as intense as a red lotus.

"Would my teammates also be willing to have their filthy hands touched by you?"

Contrary to the anger in his eyes, Jill's tone was icy cold.

For a priestess who is a spirit medium, a kiss represents the most sacred spirit contract ritual.

Even kissing the back of the hand is not something to be done lightly.

That behavior could be described as extremely rude.

Jill couldn't stand it any longer, so she simply took action.

“I am the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Balstan! You…”

The crown prince of the Kingdom of Balstan looked at Gil, only to find that he could no longer speak after saying those words.

Jill locked all her energy onto her opponent.

The immense pressure, like a storm, made the other party tremble completely.

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"Ugh—" The crown prince's knees buckled a little; the pressure emanating from Gil was incredibly strong.

Having been tempered in the world of dark bullets, the pressure of being in a superior position, along with the oppressive force that originally belonged to Gilgamesh, erupted together.

The Crown Prince is just putting on a brave face.

“Master…we can’t cause trouble.” Lian suddenly pressed down on Jill’s shoulder. “That person is here.”

Upon hearing this, Jill felt all the pressure dissipate.

After the pressure dissipated, the prince even knelt down.

Although Gilgamesh's aura is not as strong as it was when he appeared in the Fourth Holy Grail War, it is now almost at a comparable level.

He's just a good-for-nothing; in Gilles' eyes, he's not even as good as the Master of the Conqueror King.

Now, Jill let go of her hands and turned her gaze to the entrance of the hall.

She wore a jet-black evening gown, looking like a queen who reigns over the night.

The newcomer was a black-haired girl who concealed her true face with a bright red mask.

That is, the so-called Ren Ashbell!

But Jill knew that this person was just an imposter.

After all, his own apprentice was sitting right next to him.

“...A scorching aura.” Gil could easily feel the scorching heat emanating from the other person, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

interesting.

The whispering stopped, followed by a silence so profound it was almost tinnitus-inducing.

Everyone nervously swallowed and watched her intently.

Jill stared at the other person with the look of someone looking at something interesting, her eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light.

The girl wearing the red mask paused in the center of the hall and walked straight toward Jill.

The closer Jill got, the more she could feel the scorching heat spreading through her.

"Are you Gilgamesh?" The voice was as firm and powerful as steel.

Jill chuckled softly, leaning down slightly to whisper in the girl's ear, "What's wrong, my disciple? After three years, you don't even recognize your master?"

Jill's voice was so soft that even Lian and Claire, who were very close to him, couldn't hear what he said.

Upon hearing this, the girl frowned.

Ren Ashbell's master?

impossible……

Ren Ashbell shouldn't have a master...!

She looked into Jill's eyes.

She had already taken in the playful look in those eyes.

He already knows that he is not the real Len Ashbell?

Jill grinned. "Don't worry, not many people know about this, just a few."

Jill stopped speaking there, and the music around them started playing again.

“We’ll talk about it another time, Len Ashbell.” Gilles’s crimson eyes flashed with amusement. “I’m looking forward to fighting you.”

“We’ll definitely have a battle at the Sword Dance Festival,” Gil said with a sly grin.

"See you at the Sword Dance Festival, Ren Ashbell." Gilles emphasized the last word of her name, gave the girl one last look with a half-smile, and turned to leave.

He didn't linger and walked straight out of the hall.

“Master… Gil…” Lian was about to call out to Gil.