I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

"...It couldn't withstand the power of the Breaking Army and that finishing move, so it shattered..."

Lian sighed and tossed the hilt of her sword away.

"It is... my king's sword technique, Soul Flash - Breaking Army..."

Randolph looked at Lian, "Have you learned Soul Flash?"

“I only learned Soul Flash because I had a master teaching me for three years,” Lian replied to Randolph. “It seems I was saved by my master, right?”

Randolph gave a wry smile.

"I am just a soul who died on the battlefield back then... It was only because of the King's redemption that I was able to survive."

Randolph stood up. "I concede. We, the Azure Dragon of the King's Organization [Uruk], are now at your command!"

Crisp and neat.

Randolph was quite accepting of the loss.

Although it was a difficult reality to accept, many soldiers who had witnessed Gilles destroy more than 400 Honkai Beasts with a single sword strike still accepted Ren's leadership.

"So, what's the next order, President?" Randolph asked.

"...Don't call me that. The position of Grand Commander is still yours. I know my own limitations very well." Lian waved her hand. "I'm not good at being a leader. Besides, you are Master's subordinates. My mission this time is just to take you to St. Freya Academy."

After listening to Lian's words, Randolph nodded slightly. "I understand... Although staying away from battle doesn't seem to suit us guys who walk on the edge of a knife, if this is the King's order... let's pack up and set off tomorrow."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you. Please continue to guide me in the future."

Lian said this to everyone.

“However, according to our usual practice…” Randolph gave a meaningful smile, “Let’s have a party tonight!”

"Oooo!"

A noisy commotion instantly erupted in the underground space.

Lian had a bad feeling.

……

"Ah, dinner is ready, come and eat!"

Tonight's dinner was prepared by Mei and Fu Hua.

The reason was that "I wanted to repay the previous meal no matter what," and Jill was happy to leisurely read a mystery novel while waiting for dinner to be ready.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Ren yesterday or today... Did something happen?" Mei asked, carrying the food.

"Well... Lian went to bring people back, they'll probably be back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

Jill smiled meaningfully, "She's going to bring back a group of soldiers, and soon these soldiers will have a little competition with you."

"This competition will show you fledglings the gap between real soldiers and you."

Jill folded the page she was looking at in the book so she could open it again later. "But, I guess Lian will have to suffer a little before those guys come back with her."

“When I first formed the Azure Dragon, a large portion of its soldiers were recruited from Northern Russia.” Jill put down her book and continued, “One of their ways of expressing friendliness was…”

“Let’s drink.” Bronya’s head suddenly popped out from behind the sofa.

She rested her chin on the back of the sofa. "Northern Russia is very cold, so alcohol is almost a necessity. As a result, many Northern Russian soldiers have a high alcohol tolerance—at least one of them could easily take down fifteen Kianas."

"It's like you're saying someone has a low alcohol tolerance..." Kiana muttered, somewhat unconvinced.

“It’s pretty bad, really.” Gil glanced at Kiana. “At least she won’t suddenly go crazy. She’s better than that guy who almost wrecked my subordinate’s shop while drunk, hugging Judas…”

Jill used her index finger and thumb to gesture a tiny gap of less than a centimeter, "Just this little bit."

Suddenly, a huge golden cross flew through the air and was caught by Jill with one hand.

Jill caught the 300-pound golden cross and placed it on the ground. The small, fierce-looking figure behind her was tied up with a rope the moment it pounced, and then rolled around on the ground like a gourd.

"Well, and then that day she also..." Jill glanced at Theresa, who was bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, and slowly prepared to reveal the headmaster's dark history.

"Don't say it! Aaaaaaah!"

Naturally, the academy headmaster lost his temper. Even though he was bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, he leaped up and bit Gil's head.

"Hiss! You white-haired nun! How did you learn that move!"

It took Jill a lot of effort to pull the white-haired nun off his head.

Then he saw the white-haired nun with a toothache on her face.

"Why is your head so hard! It's like a rock..." Theresa covered her mouth and said to Jill with a pitiful look.

"...Well, it's just a little trick."

Jill thought about it and finally decided not to mention using magic to strengthen the hardness of her scalp.

Seeing Theresa's pained expression, Gil helplessly reached out and rubbed Theresa's cheek. Golden magic slowly spread, and in just a moment, Theresa felt the toothache subside considerably.

"But aren't you worried that Lian will get drunk and be taken advantage of by those little bastards?" Theresa asked, enjoying the feeling of Jill's hands rubbing her cheeks.

"Don't worry, I don't think Restia will let them get away with this..."

Furthermore, given the relationship between Restia and Ren, Restia should be able to break the seals on a few of the spirits in that treasure vault...

Anyone who dares to take advantage of her will likely be blasted to ashes by Restia.

Chapter 172 Exercise?

Headache……

The pain, as if her head had been smashed open, made Lian rub her temples involuntarily.

"Lian, I already told you not to drink so much, didn't I?"

A familiar voice came from behind Lian's head. Lian opened her eyes and met a pair of beautiful, twilight-colored eyes.

"Feel sorry……"

Lian tilted her head slightly, feeling a little guilty.

The soft touch beneath her head, and the way Restia's eyes look now...

It's obvious that this is a lap pillow!

However, this gesture had been common since they were very young, long before Restia and Ren met.

So what might seem like a very intimate gesture to others is actually quite common between two girls whose bond is already very strong.

Lian slowly sat up, and Randolph waved his hand, "Oh, you're awake. It seems your physical condition is much better than I thought."

“Mr. Randolph, that’s so unfair…” Lian looked at Randolph with a helpless expression, “You were the one who kept toasting me, weren’t you?”

“After all, I can’t beat you, so I’ll at least get a little revenge on you this way—well, although you can drink more than I thought.” Randolph shrugged and said, “I didn’t get you drunk, but you got everyone else drunk instead. How embarrassing.”

Yes, Lian, who has hardly ever drunk alcohol, can actually hold her liquor.

Last night, over 140 people took turns toasting each other. Apart from about 20 logistics staff and some people who weren't good drinkers and only drank a symbolic glass, there were also many former soldiers from North Russia who took turns toasting each other.

In short, Lian single-handedly took down more than eighty people.

Even he eventually collapsed.

This is truly a cause for celebration!

"But I'm curious where all that alcohol went..." Randolph looked Lian up and down, then felt a gaze as sharp as a knife...

The source of the gaze is Restia.

The dark elf girl's eyes already held a hint of danger.

It's a bit scary...

Sensing danger, the lion quickly averted its gaze. "We're all ready here. The rental of this bar is all settled, and we can leave this afternoon."

"Mr. Randolph, do you like bars?" Lian noticed the word "rent" in Randolph's words instead of "transfer," so she asked with some concern.

“Yeah, I think if it weren’t for the Honkai, if I hadn’t gone to participate in the war, I would definitely be the owner of a bar. But it’s not bad as it is now.” Randolph took out a lunchbox. “Kash left this for you. It’s definitely better to eat something warm for breakfast.”

Lian took the lunchbox; it was a bit heavy, and there was a thick, flowing substance inside.

Opening the box, you'll find a bowl inside containing a bowl of porridge that looks like it's garnished with some fruit.

"Fruit porridge..."

Lian looked at the lunchbox in her hand with some surprise.

Although Ren possesses terrifying combat power at the level of a Herrscher and can cleave a continent with a single sword strike, she is essentially still a girl. If she has any special preferences, it would probably be the sweets she tasted during those three years.

and also……

Her master cooked fruit porridge.

"Well, ask Kashu about the specifics," Randolph shrugged. "Alright, alright, we grown men will just have to eat our bread..."

"Get lost, today's meal is a sandwich, and your milk tea too."

With a "thud," an extra-large milk tea cup was smashed in front of someone, along with a plate containing a sandwich cut in half.

“…That’s quite a surprise. You rarely make my favorite sandwiches…” Randolph said, looking at Kashu.

"……snort."

Kashu gave a cryptic smile, then looked at Ren. "Someone told me that, so there's no need to ask any further."

Lian paused for a moment, then asked with some doubt, "Is that so?"

"Is that so?" Kashu put the tray away. "I'm going to tidy up my things too. My weapons are a bit of a problem; I haven't sorted them out yet."

"Weapons?" Lian tilted her head.

"I can't say for sure about others, but I can guess a little bit of what the king is thinking."

Kashu gave another enigmatic smile, then turned and left.

"That kid's weapon is definitely super troublesome," Randolph muttered, then took a bite of his sandwich, his face contorting in disgust.

"Why did you add wasabi?! You tricked me!" Randolph immediately took a sip of milk tea, which he then spat out.

The direction Lian is facing is directly opposite Randolph.

Fortunately, Lestia was sitting next to Lian. Her dark divine power fluctuated, blocking all the milk tea.