I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

"Impossible! Impossible! Why that spear!" Pest's face turned deathly pale when she heard Jill mention the spear's name.

The Enkidu (Heavenly Lock) could also be because someone hid it back then, and it was later found and fell into the hands of the person in front of us.

But why is the Spear of Longinus in this man's hands?

That gift was clearly damaged!

Indeed, the Spear of Longinus had already broken into three pieces after it pierced Jesus to death.

Legend has it that the Spear of Longinus, which broke into three pieces, even caused a struggle among the gods in the past, and eventually, the three pieces of the spear disappeared.

“Oh dear… how should I put it?” Gilles raised his dark red spear. “Because this is a gift I possess.”

"Who exactly are you?!" Pest's voice suddenly turned shrill.

"What, is that important?" Jill smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Why don't you take a guess?"

Pest stared at Jill, recalling something Jill had said earlier.

'You can never escape the bonds of my dearest friend, the Chains of Heaven (Enkidu)!'

Pest's pupils contracted. "Impossible... You can't be that person. That person—Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes—should be dead!"

Her voice was hysterical, filled with shock.

The Chains of Heaven (Enkidu) – Chains named by Gilgamesh after his closest friend.

If this boy is addressed as such...

"Hahahaha...Very good, that was brilliant." Jill clapped her hands. "You guessed it right away!"

"Then, it's time to end this."

Jill lowered the tip of her gun, and her magic surged.

"Go! Spear of Longinus!" Gilles changed his stance from carrying the spear to throwing it, and then hurled it towards Pest—

The dark red spear pierced through the black gale and instantly penetrated Pest's body.

Pest's body simply lost all its breath.

Then, it transformed into countless specks of light, drifting away and disappearing.

Originally, to kill Pest, one would need the power to shatter stars.

However, Pest was reckless and activated the [Hamel's Book of Death], transforming herself into the Black Death, thus giving Jill an opportunity to take advantage of her.

Both the Chains of Heaven (Enkidu) and the Spear of Longinus are among the best of the best anti-god Noble Phantasms. If Pest were to be hit by the Spear of Longinus, she would surely die.

……

Six hours after the game started.

The stained glass windows depicting victims of the Black Death and rat catchers were all shattered and replaced in one fell swoop with stained glass depicting the Weser River. In the instant that the message "Break down the false tradition, establish the true tradition" became a reality, the participants' vision suddenly shattered, and then expanded again.

Looking around, you can see the spires of the stage area and the light emanating from the chandeliers.

A town simulating a sunset appeared before everyone's eyes.

While the participants were still standing there in a daze, the White Yaksha suddenly appeared in front of them like a thin mist.

The way she scratched her head, seemingly embarrassed, actually matched her appearance quite well.

"Everyone, you've performed admirably in this war. As the ruler of the Eastern class, I must express my gratitude... and my apologies. Despite putting on such a grand show, I was sealed away from beginning to end. Oh dear, I'm truly sorry..."

Although White Demon felt ashamed, no one spoke up to criticize him.

The trust that everyone places in her as the strongest "hierarchical ruler" will not be shaken by something of this magnitude.

After White Demon finished expressing her gratitude, Sandra took a step forward and opened her arms.

"—The Demon King's game is over, we have won!"

Sandra and Ren also completely destroyed the remaining Shutrom.

Moreover, the fact that Jill single-handedly defeated the Black Death Demon King also reduced the pressure from other aspects.

There was a burst of cheers.

After hearing the rulers' speeches, everyone finally tasted the sweetness of victory.

Some people are freed from the curse.

Some people shed tears because their comrades' lives were saved.

Some people felt relieved that the threat of the Demon King had disappeared.

The White Demon, watching the scene with a benevolent expression, gave orders to the participants: "Immediately heal the wounded, and those who are uninjured should go and help. After all this is over... we will award prizes for the merits of defeating the Demon King, continue the birth festival, and hold a celebration. Those who know what's going on can wait happily and excitedly."

The White Demon's anticipated command made the cheers even louder.

Chapter 468 The True Mastermind and the Ownership of the Demon King

Forty-eight hours have passed since the game ended.

In addition to the victory celebration and birth festival, a banquet for the final day was also being held outside.

Sandra's first victory against the Demon King and the achievements of [No name] were highlighted and greatly publicized, creating a very lively atmosphere.

With thousands trapped in the Demon King's Game, victory was achieved with almost no casualties.

Everyone praised Salamandra and No Name without reservation.

Of those who participated in this game, no one will underestimate [No name] anymore.

The strategy devised by Izayoi has achieved initial success.

—On the other hand, behind the stage.

Mandela allowed his personal guards to rest and attend the banquet as well.

Mandela was a rather serious person, so this kind of behavior was quite rare for him.

This rare act of kindness overwhelmed the guards, who were probably enjoying a banquet outside.

During this period, Mandela stayed alone in his office in the palace, reading letters sealed with black wax with the inscription "Thousand Eyes".

"..."

There was no one else present, and the doors and windows were completely shut. The office was empty.

Having already read the letter once, Mandela placed it on his desk and muttered to himself:

"We congratulate the festival on its successful completion and the defeat of the Demon King. We also look forward to the day when the newborn [Salamandra] will make its mark as the ruler of the Northern Realms."

Note: The divine iron entrusted to them by the Star Sea Dragon King has already been given to those baits. 'Hmm? ...As expected of [Thousand Eyes], everything is under their control? We really can't do anything bad now.'

"What bad thing?"

Mandela suddenly stood up.

There was no one around, yet he remembered the voice.

"Could it be that brat from [No Name]...! Where are you hiding?!"

"Hide in the ceiling!" Izayoi bursts through the ceiling and appears.

No one knew where he had sneaked in from; Izayoi was covered in spiderwebs from head to toe. Even though his right hand was bandaged and immobilized, it was clear he had used a rather laborious method of infiltration.

Izayoi brushed the dust off her clothes and said with a slightly contemptuous and mocking expression, "Alright, what do you mean by 'bad thing'? It can't be that [Salamandra] lured the Demon King into the festival, can it?"

“…What!” Mandela showed some surprise.

"Oh? What's so surprising? Anyone with normal thinking could figure it out, right? Those guys were mixed in with the exhibits. And there were a total of 130 stained glass windows depicting the Pied Piper clown on display. Unless the organizers deliberately let them go, it's bound to seem suspicious, isn't it? Besides, some of us already noticed this." Izayoi smiled.

"..." There's one more person...?

"Is it really necessary to reveal everything so soon?" Two small figures emerged, each removing their hats to reveal golden hair.

"It's you!?" Mandela looked at Jill in surprise.

Since no figure was seen and no presence was sensed, it can be concluded that the hat is very likely a divine weapon.

"It must be Hades' helmet?" Mandela thought for a moment and came to a conclusion.

“It really was me.” Jill shrugged. “Well, I knew it a long time ago.”

"Is it when the game's puzzle is solved?" Mandela asked in a deep voice.

“That’s right. At first, I suspected that it was done by rulers from other classes, but then I thought of those glass shards.” Gil shrugged. “Just like Izayoi said, you can figure it out if you just think about it.”

"Although this is just my personal opinion, you're not trying to kill Sandra or inherit the throne, are you? Rather, you hope... to help Sandra recover and take on the responsibility of [Salamandra]. In short, this is the kind of intention I can deduce. You don't have a sister complex, do you?"

“…” Mandela remained silent.

"Haha, I was just joking. I tried to deduce it myself... and it suddenly dawned on me when I thought about the mission of the [Hierarchical Rulers]. Simply put, this birth festival attack could be considered a kind of enlightenment ritual, right?"

[The rulers of the hierarchy] must act as a bulwark against the demon king.

In other words, if one can successfully crack the Demon King's game, one can gain the recognition of the surrounding community as an individual capable of standing on one's own.

Izayoi is revealing that this event is an enlightenment ritual.

Mandela, accused, had sweaty palms. Izayoi ignored his reaction and continued, "A new Demon King versus a new Dominator? Oh dear, it's too much of a coincidence to call it a coincidence! Considering the need for Sandra to gain experience, there's no more suitable opponent. Now Sandra will be recognized as one of the Northern Dominators who can stand alone! Oh dear, really! Now [Salamandra]'s future is secure!"

“Ugh…” Mandela gritted his teeth.

At this point, Izayoi suddenly turned sharp, "...Hey, don't just stay silent! It's better for you to confess honestly while I'm in a good mood! Where did you go when you were advocating for the protection of order when you faced the Demon King!"

Mandela clenched his fist so tightly it would break the hilt of his sword.

Izayoi, sitting on the table, leaned back and mocked Mandela's reaction.

"Were there five dead this time? Ah, thank goodness it was you [Salamandra] guys who died! If anything had happened to my companions, I would have destroyed not only you—but Sandra too!"

Izayoi may seem carefree and a complete problem child, but he actually values ​​his friends very much.

Gil and Izayoi are similar in valuing their partners, but in Gil's eyes, not everyone is qualified to be his partner—that's probably the biggest difference.

“It has nothing to do with Sandra!” Mandela roared, drawing his sword at his waist.

“Well, he’s right.” Jill shrugged. “If something happens to our friends, he might not be the only one to go crazy; I might too.”

The fiercely protective king said, "I might use a few divine weapons to summon a few more demon kings to play with you, and they won't be any rookie demon kings, okay?"

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.