I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

Jill stood up. "I'm going downstairs to distribute tea. You get some rest. The game will restart in five days."

"...I'm sorry, Master, I can't help..." Lian said sadly.

“There’s no need to be sad.” Jill patted Lian’s head. “Leave the rest to me. If you want to help, join our community to help us.”

Although she was shorter than Lian was now, the movement didn't look out of place on Jill at all.

Jill waved, picked up a huge earthenware pot, and then hurriedly left through the door.

“Master…” Lian pursed her lips as she watched Jill’s departing figure.

I thought I had caught up with my master and was able to help him...

But that doesn't seem to be nearly enough.

“Lian, don’t you already know about his existence? He is the kind of person who should be,” Restia said softly.

“Yes…” Lian nodded, “Stand in front of everyone, and lead them forward…”

As Lian spoke, a smile appeared on her face that she herself didn't even realize, "Master, that's exactly the kind of person he is, that's exactly the kind of... king he is."

……

Shennong tea has what is called its limits.

Even after being transformed into a Noble Phantasm, Shennong Tea remains only an A+ rank Noble Phantasm, probably because "Shennong died from the Heartbreak Grass".

The reason was that Shennong didn't have time to eat the tea leaves and didn't have time to clear the toxins from the poisonous plant.

However, this also proves that the poison of the poison plant is so potent that even Shennong did not have time to eat tea leaves to detoxify it.

Unfortunately, while the Black Death was a deadly disease, it was far less deadly than the poisonous plant *Gelsemium elegans*.

Although toxins and viruses are two different things, the Shennong Tea in Jill's hand is a legendary symbol of Shennong, one of the Three Sovereigns.

After Jill distributed tea and tea leaves, many people who had symptoms of the Black Death drank the tea or chewed the tea leaves, and their symptoms gradually weakened until they were cured.

It can be said that the methods Pest left behind were designed to instill panic in people—

Jill completely cracked the code with Shennong Tea!

Chapter 462 Come on, let the game continue!

The exhibition hall at the Boundary Wall is now deserted, and Pest and her group have made it their base.

After all, this exhibition venue displaying various works of art is probably the most suitable place to relieve the boredom of halftime.

Four days passed after the negotiations. Pest, Latine, and Weser continued to occupy the large hollow deep inside the exhibition hall.

After admiring the beautifully designed lanterns, candlesticks, and stained glass in the exhibition hall, La Ting gathered her favorite items in the center of the large open space and admired them with great relish.

"Ah...so beautiful. As expected of the birth festival of the rulers of the hierarchy, the creators are especially motivated. Especially this candlestick made by [Will o'wisp]! He deliberately engraved the defiant attitude of the demonic flame on the silver candlestick! I really wish this skilled craftsman would be in charge of carving our [Grimm Grimoire Hameln] banner!"

"Impossible. Wasn't that thing made by Jack-o'-lantern? That guy isn't a participant, and he won't join even if we win."

Weser's indifferent tone made Latine puff out her cheeks in a huff.

Pestra flattened her black and white polka-dot dress and gazed silently at the dragonfly on the candle lantern.

She was so eloquent during the negotiation meeting, but now Pest will never speak unless one of the other two people takes the initiative to start a conversation.

“…That person…I hate the aura he exudes,” Pest suddenly said.

"Huh?" Latine and Weser exchanged a glance, then Latine asked, "Is it that blond little kid?"

“…” Pest did not reply.

That boy... Jill's aura... was like the sun...

It can warm people, or it can burn them.

It's unpleasant.

So she also injected Jill with the Black Death virus.

She wanted him to know pain.

Why should he be allowed to live under such sunlight?

Why is he allowed to show that kind of smile?

Ugh... I really want to destroy him...

……

At this time, Jill... was not ill.

“Ah…good tea.” Jill said, sipping her tea with satisfaction.

“…Master…you’re too cautious. Everyone got tea.” Lian said, sitting opposite Jill and looking at Jill’s relaxed expression.

“Being cautious is not a bad thing.” Jill narrowed her eyes. “Tomorrow is the final stage of the game.”

"Master, are you alright?" Lian asked.

"Don't worry, as long as it matches my guess—" Jill clenched her fist, "she will definitely not escape my grasp."

Lian sighed.

My master always has this overly confident attitude.

“Don’t worry.” Jill stretched out her hand, and the chessboard and pieces made of gold and silver fell from the golden ripples onto the table. “We will definitely win.”

……

Eighteen hours later—

Boundary wall, stage area.

Grand Festival Operations Headquarters, Main Hall.

The fighting power of all the participants has been gathered here.

There are probably over a thousand people, and the rest are preparing as a reserve force.

Sandra appeared before the agitated crowd, and then, as if to quell their unease, spoke in a resolute tone: "The strategy for this game has been decided. Those who can act will each be responsible for important tasks. Please listen quietly... Brother Mandela, thank you for your help."

Mandela, who was waiting in the side, straightened his uniform and read out the document that contained the participants' action guidelines: "First, the battle against the three demons will be handled by [Salamandra] and [No Name], led by Ren Russell."

Secondly, the other members were responsible for finding the 130 pieces of stained glass that were placed in various locations.

Third, whoever discovers the glass must seek instructions from the commander and, in accordance with regulations, either destroy or protect the glass.

"Thank you—this concludes the contestants' strategy. This is our final battle against the Demon King. Please be vigilant and concentrate on your preparations."

"Whoa!" A roar of excitement erupted from the crowd. Although the game was about to restart, morale was boosted by the clear strategy for cracking the game.

The enormous roar almost echoed through the sky, and the contestants' morale was at its peak.

In order to win the game against the Demon King, the participants work together.

"Such high morale!" Lian exclaimed. "So, Master, is it alright for you to drink here?"

“No problem—” Jill finished her drink, tossed aside the saucer, and stretched her shoulders.

“This time, I’ll deal with that guy.” Jill stretched her shoulders and hunched over slightly.

Suddenly, the sound of tearing silk rang out, and a pair of white wings with emerald green feathers unfolded.

The dazzling beauty of those wings was so captivating that it was impossible to look away.

"Were you scared?" Jill asked.

"No, Master. What are those wings of yours?" Lian asked with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "I've never seen them before."

"The White Dragon Emperor's wings were a gift from another world." Gil gently stretched his wings and looked into the distance. "The final battle will begin soon, so don't be careless."

"Even a lion needs to exert its full strength to hunt a rabbit..." Lestia appeared beside Lian, and the two girls clasped hands together. Lestia transformed into a dark, lightning-wrapped demonic sword.

A flash of silver light appeared, and Esther appeared beside Jill, taking her hand in hers.

Jill paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Come, Esther." Divine power surged within Gil, Esther's figure vanished, and a silver holy sword appeared in Gil's hand.

"Come on—let the game continue!"

……

As the game was about to start, the organizers were conducting confirmation procedures before restarting.

Lating, twirling her thin white dress, sent her rat subordinates off to gather intelligence.

"Master, it seems those guys have solved our mystery!" Latin retrieved some information that wasn't very favorable to the organizers.

Wearing a military uniform, Weser scratched his short black hair and complained unhappily: "Tch! I thought the final puzzle wouldn't be solved until time was almost up!"

Pest, wearing a polka-dot dress, stood up, clasped her hands behind her back, and said, "...It doesn't matter. In the worst-case scenario, all we have to do is kill everyone."

She maintained her composure and looked back at Weser and Ratine.

"I will activate Hamel's grimoire. Now that the mystery has been solved, there is no need to hold back any longer."

Pest's words made the two men stand up with menacing smiles.

"La la? It's finally time to reach the climax, Master."

"Hey, don't be too careless, Lating, there are also [Little Garden Nobles] among the participants."

Seeing Weser's serious expression, Latine raised an eyebrow and looked at Weser, asking, "...Is the Moon Rabbit really that strong?"

"Yes, I once witnessed the Moon Rabbit in battle, and ordinary gods and Buddhas are no match for it. They are truly the strongest race's familiars, and the number of blessings bestowed upon them is completely different. Neither you nor I could suppress her."

Weser and Latine discussed the matter in hushed tones with bitter expressions.

Pest smiled at the two of them. "Is that so? Then let's devise another plan besides the magic book."

"plan?"

Pest walked leisurely toward Wesser, extended her beautiful fingertips, and pressed them against his forehead.

"Weser, I will grant you divinity. At the opening ceremony, let them taste the terror of the Demon King."

Chapter 463 Forbidden Hand! White Dragon Emperor's Armor!