I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

“Be careful—if they make a move against you, I’ll go to war with the Sun King.” Gil said this, then turned and walked toward Ozymandias.

"Go to war with me? In this temple? Golden King, are you kidding me?"

Ozymandias laughed and asked.

"No, joking or anything like that—it's no joke when my subjects are harmed, because only the king can punish his subjects!"

"However, if my subjects do bad things abroad and die as a result of their own actions, I will not care—after all, I don't have the energy to waste on so many trivial matters."

"Unfortunately, I can, but only I can deal with my subjects!"

After Jill finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

The two of them took a few steps inside at the same time, and then they both laughed.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha..." ×2

"It's decided—only I can solve this for you."

Jill made this declaration.

"Similarly, King of Gold, I believe only I can kill you!"

The two men simultaneously declared war on each other, their bodies surging with a violent killing intent.

However, the killing intent subsided after only a moment.

"Hahahaha—it was definitely worth the trip today. Let's talk about everything after I've finished telling you everything."

Jill smiled, and the murderous intent emanating from her vanished.

"Alright, I'd like to hear what you have to say. Let's go, shall we go check on those two? They're quite interesting."

The King of the Sun extended an invitation to the King of Gold.

“…No, it’s better to tell you about this now,” Jill said. “I’ve taken care of Lancer.”

“Lancer…that guy hasn’t even fought me yet.” Ozymandias crossed his arms and frowned after saying this.

“…Lancer is a formidable opponent—well, that’s another matter now,” Jill said. “Beast.”

"...Beast?"

“Yes, Saber’s Master has likely already made contact with that Beast—it should be Beast V.”

Jill said that.

"Oh... such a person... then what did you want to say to Yu?"

“Saber’s Master—perhaps this is a little unfair, but if you and I were to fight her alone, both of our Masters would be in great danger, and the Beast will appear soon.”

After saying that, Jill asked, "By the way, why did you accept the invitation to appear in the mortal realm this time?"

Relics associated with Ozymandias include: the chariot and bow used in the battle against the Hittite king, the oldest truce treaty signed with the Hittites, Ozymandias's own mummy, and the jewelry of his beloved wife Nefertari.

But I remember...

"Humph……"

"You still haven't chopped him down... You've changed your ways, haven't you, King of the Sun?"

Chapter 346 WTF! ?

According to him, all four relics except for his beloved consort's jewelry were ineffective, as he could simply refuse to summon them.

Of course, the reason he was summoned was not to seek the Holy Grail, but out of anger, to punish the thief who dared to steal his beloved wife's jewelry.

This time he didn't actually burn his Master to ashes... Hmm, he's changed his ways.

"You might find it laughable—it's because of a child, a child who made me spare this family," Ozymandias said quietly, gazing into the distance.

“That child must have something special about him, otherwise I don’t believe you would let them go without a reason.” Gil slowly raised his hand, and a golden wine jug fell into his hand, while a wine cup suddenly fell into Ozymandias’s hand.

Gil poured himself a glass of wine and then handed the jug to Ozymandias. “Let me guess—for you to utter such compassionate words, you must be recalling some past events.”

“Indeed—that child’s wish reminded me of my good friend.”

Ozymandias's face softened slightly as he poured himself a drink and said this.

……

After Ozymandias was summoned, the head of the family that summoned him—the Ise-san family—withstood the pressure and persuaded Ozymandias to agree to see the reasons for their summoning.

So Ozymandias went to the white room.

Fluorescent lights illuminated the white room.

There was something in the room that caught his eye. He put aside his previous thoughts and feelings.

What's in front of my eyes is—

A thin, frail boy lay on the bed.

A little boy connected by countless pipes of all kinds of mechanical devices, large and small.

Was it after being subjected to some kind of torture...?

Ozymandias could tell at a glance that most of the bodies had some kind of deficiency.

The missing parts include not only the limbs, but also the internal organs.

Looking at the counters in the mechanical devices, he gleaned some information about him.

It seems this boy has been plagued by illness since birth.

Is he only four or five years old? It's hard to believe he can grow up healthily like this.

It's questionable whether he even matches his appearance in age. Not to mention that most of his major organs have already lost their function, making it almost unbelievable that he's still alive. But he's barely managed to stay alive thanks to Ise-san's haphazard combination of magic and science.

Perhaps, unfortunately, it also possesses a magic circuit.

If it is a declining magic family, the person who inherits the magic circuit from a relative will be kept alive by any means necessary, at least until there is a next generation to inherit it.

The disease brings unbearable pain to this young body with every pulse and breath.

"..."

Ozymandias looked into the boy's eyes.

The boy opened his eyes, his pigment-less pupils gazing back at the sun's radiance.

No words.

But incredibly, I didn't feel it was disrespectful.

“Your name,” Ozymandias began.

no answer.

Only suffocating breaths echoed through the plastic breathing apparatus.

Although he felt slightly anxious about this, Ozymandias did not intend to issue a punishment.

If the information he read from the counter was correct, the boy was also bearing an immense burden at that moment. Even if it wasn't clear whether it was suffering or pain, it was obviously something quite distressing.

Therefore, I became interested.

What is this person thinking, ravaged by illness to such an extent?

“I am the great Pharaoh. If you, as my subject, pray to me in heaven and grant my request, you may bestow mercy upon me.”

Ozymandias quietly declared to his young son.

The implication of this statement is, "If you wish, I'll kill you right now."

Of course, that didn't take into account that his death would be peaceful. Although it didn't take into account—

"...I have one wish..."

A trembling sound came through the breathing apparatus.

"hope……"

That was a voice that was far too weak.

"The world, people... can be happy."

"what?"

Ozymandias heard what the boy said and began to doubt whether his ears had conveyed the correct information.

At the same time, I sensed something from Nan Gai, who was carrying a death-dealing disease but still spoke out.

It's an aura. Not the aura unique to magicians. It's like magic power, magic circuits, magic crests—no, it's not a definite organ or something that can emit power.

It was more ambiguous and difficult to understand, but for Ozymandias it was something he could perceive more clearly than anything else.

The demeanor of a king, no.

Warrior's spirit, no.

Magical talent? No. It can't be something so lowly!

This feeling. This aura. This purity.

He shared almost the same aura as his beloved friend and best brother, Moses—

"Even in this world, long after the passage of time, are there still people like you..." Ozymandias murmured to himself.

In a corner of the underground workshop, in an interior brightly lit by white lamps, he looked at the boy who was immobilized by countless pipes connected to his body, and unconsciously revealed a calm smile.

"I never thought that after more than three thousand years, I would hear the same words again."

"Be glad, son of destiny. Because of your existence, I forgive the lives of the Ise-san clan."

no response.

It was as if one had lost consciousness before the pain even began.

Perhaps in the dream, this young child was also suffering and feeling pain, while constantly thinking about the words he had just spoken.

Just like the friend Ozymandias loved most.

……

Jill held the golden goblet to her lips.