In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“My lord, that’s a bit unfair of you.” Merlin gave him a resentful look. “I’ve worked hard all these years, even if I haven’t achieved anything. And now you’re sending me on a mission that’s certain to kill me… Isn’t that just kicking someone when they’ve served their purpose?”

Yanan gave him a cold look. "You have the nerve to say I'm ungrateful after leading my daughter astray like that? I've already shown great restraint by not roasting you alive on the spot."

He turned to Gilgamesh beside him and sighed softly, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

"It's alright, and I'm quite enjoying it myself." Gilgamesh, who had been watching the drama unfold, waved his hand dismissively with a pleasant smile on his face. "However, I also think there's nothing wrong with a girl using an axe; at least it looks much more imposing than knives and swords."

"Gilgamesh, you should be thinking about how to fend off the approaching army of monsters and those troublesome goddesses, not about my family matters."

Yanan changed the subject without any expression.

"Hahahaha..." Gilgamesh laughed heartily a few times. Just now, Anaen had witnessed his social death scene, and now it was his turn to witness the other party's social death scene. There was nothing more enjoyable for him than this.

With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Yanan glared fiercely at Merlin, who lay on the ground looking completely innocent, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the misfortune of his family.

Morgan also looked somewhat embarrassed. She had been blinded by anger and hadn't noticed that there were outsiders present. She had blurted out everything in a rush, which was incredibly embarrassing.

However, upon hearing Gilgamesh's laughter, her mood gradually soured. To laugh so loudly at someone else's embarrassing situation right in front of them was incredibly rude of this blond guy.

Seeing Morgan clench his fists and exude an unfriendly aura, Gilgamesh stopped in time, cleared his throat, and resumed his composed and dignified demeanor.

As for Siduri, she fully demonstrated the excellent qualities of the chief priest of Uruk, standing there quietly from beginning to end, eyes downcast and mindful of her own thoughts, with an elegant and dignified demeanor, which greatly increased Morgan's goodwill towards her.

“You’re right. Although we successfully summoned Merlin, which can temporarily delay the awakening of the Mother Goddess, the enemy’s strength is still formidable, and the situation is not optimistic.” When it came to serious matters, Gilgamesh’s chiseled face turned stern. “I have transformed Uruk into a battle city and established a defensive line in the north, but the strength of ordinary people alone is not enough to fight against the monsters… We need to summon some more heroic spirits skilled in warfare.”

“Besides that, there are those goddesses.” Anan spread his hands. “Although our ultimate enemy is the creator goddess Tiamat, the alliance of the other goddesses is also a considerable hidden danger. If left unchecked, the situation will be very bad.”

"You know about the Three Goddess Alliance?" Gilgamesh looked at him with a hint of surprise.

“I never fight a battle unprepared,” Yanan pointed to his head and smiled. “So before a battle, I always try to gather all the useful information I can.”

Gilgamesh didn't press him about where he got the information, but simply said, "In that case, those goddesses are yours to handle."

“Leave it to me?” Yanan was slightly taken aback.

“Mortals are too weak before the gods. I am too busy to attend to this matter, so I can only entrust it to you.” Gilgamesh waved his hand. “Whatever means you use, as long as you can settle those goddesses, I believe you have the ability.”

[Task Nine: Within five days, persuade Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, and Ishtar, the goddess of Venus, to join the Uruk Alliance]

[Quest Reward: Third Divine Key - Key of Judgment - Seven Thunders of Purification]

[Mission Ten: Defeat the Beast Goddess Gorgon within ten days]

[Quest Reward: Blank Key]

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar mechanical voice, Yanan's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

He had assumed the system had disappeared after so long of silence, but it turned out to be still around.

But thinking about it carefully, he had always descended to earth as a heroic spirit before, but this time he was in his true form. Could this be the reason that triggered the system's mission mechanism?

Anan didn't bother to think about the specific reasons anymore, and simply nodded at Gilgamesh:

"Leave it to me."

Chapter Four: Temple Renovation Plan

After giving instructions, Gilgamesh impatiently waved away Anahn and the others. Before leaving, Anahn glanced back and saw that Gilgamesh had returned to his throne, picked up a clay tablet, and started to deal with the unfinished tasks for the day.

Uruk's political system is still relatively primitive, and coupled with the constraints of the times, truly high-end talents are scarce. Moreover, Uruk is currently in a state of war, and the country's potential has been almost squeezed to the limit, which has led to a series of unexpected events that keep people busy and ultimately can only be handled by Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh's demigod-human physique endowed him with superhuman energy and stamina. Under normal circumstances, he could fight for two days and two nights without feeling tired. But in the end, he was not a true god. The two-thirds of his divinity mainly focused on his spirit and status, and the transformation of his physical body was just a side effect. If he was under prolonged fatigue, he might still be mentally energetic, but his body would be close to its limit.

Seeing the lingering weariness between Gilgamesh's brows, Anan estimated that the other was probably not far from sudden death.

But he also knew that even if he said it, Gilgamesh would not change his way of doing things, and might even retort that he was meddling in other people's business.

"Siduri, how long has it been since Gilgamesh rested?" he asked the chief priest who was leading the way for them.

"Did Lord Anaen notice it too?" Siduri turned around, her eyes, the only part not covered by the veil, revealing obvious worry. She sighed softly, "The King has not closed his eyes for seven days and seven nights."

"Wow, seven days and seven nights, he's planning to risk his life." Merlin clicked his tongue. As a dream demon, he didn't need sleep, but he didn't want to experience the physical exhaustion and mental depletion that followed. However, if there was an unlimited supply of fine wine and dozens of beautiful women with different styles, he might consider taking on the challenge.

"Didn't you try to persuade him?" Morgan couldn't help but look at him sideways. She had once devoted herself to studying magic to the point of neglecting to eat and sleep, but even so, she had never gone to the point of being as crazy as Gilgamesh.

To date, her longest record is five days and five nights without sleep. During that time, she was in a daze, feeling worse than when she was drunk. It was as if someone had a sack over her head and had been beating her for a day and a night. Her brain was basically unable to function properly, and she saw double. She even almost blew up the entire magic workshop because she picked up the wrong potion.

From then on, she never did such inefficient and stupid things again.

“I’ve tried to persuade him, and I’ve tried several times,” Siduri said with a bitter smile. “But it’s no use. Once the King has made up his mind, no matter who tries to persuade him, he won’t change his mind. Just like his decision to struggle with Uruk to the very end. The King… he has always been so stubborn.”

"It's less about stubbornness and more about willfulness... Simply doing what you think is right, completely disregarding the opinions of others. Coincidentally, I have such a willful king by my side." Morgan glared fiercely at Anan, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Yanan touched his nose and turned his head away somewhat awkwardly.

Siduli smiled helplessly. Willful? That's true. Although Wang has changed a lot since returning from the journey to find the elixir of immortality, his willful nature hasn't changed much.

In the past, his willfulness was directed at other people or gods, but now it has become directed at himself.

Even Siduri herself couldn't say for sure whether this was a good thing or not.

Morgan crossed his arms, snorted, and said, "If you ask me, you should just leave him alone. Anyway, he seems to be in pretty good spirits, not at all like someone who hasn't rested for seven days and seven nights."

“Gilgamesh is a demigod, and his mental activity is no different from that of a true god. This level of fatigue is not enough to make him lose his mind,” Yanan explained. “But his body cannot withstand this level of pressure. If this continues, he will die from overwork sooner or later.”

“You mean… the king might die?” Siduri was unusually flustered, her face showing obvious panic as she paced back and forth anxiously. “No, I have to go and persuade the king again. This time, he absolutely must rest… I’m sorry, Lady Anaen, I may not be able to personally take you to your residence. I will arrange for another priestess to guide you shortly. Please forgive me.”

After saying this, the chief priest was about to walk towards the temple, but Anahn stopped her again: "Actually, there's no need to be so nervous. Don't forget that this is an age with gods. Even if Gilgamesh really died, we can still pull him out of the underworld."

"How can you say that!" Siduri said anxiously. "The underworld is full of the remains of the dead, and the number of the dead is countless. Not to mention that cold and ruthless goddess of the underworld. Even Princess Ishtar suffered a great loss at her hands. How easy is it to get someone out of her hands?"

"But what makes you so sure that Gilgamesh will obey you?" Anahn said calmly.

"I will plead with my life!" Siduri's eyes shone with unwavering determination. "This country can live without me, but it absolutely cannot live without its king!"

"Gilgamesh has just lost his most important friend, and now you want him to lose his most trusted minister as well?"

Yanan's calm words were like a sharp knife piercing Siduri's heart, making her stop breathing.

"Alright, if you really care about your king that much, then go and tell him that I have a way to alleviate his fatigue." Seeing that the time was almost right, Anan didn't continue to provoke Siduri and revealed his true purpose.

"Do you have a way to alleviate the king's fatigue?" Siduri's eyes suddenly lit up.

“At least he won’t be teetering on the brink of sudden death like he is now,” Yanan said.

Siduri took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Anahn: "Thank you, Lord Anahn. If you can truly help the King, then all the people of Uruk will thank you... I need to tell the King this news immediately, please forgive me."

After saying that, Siduri immediately turned around and headed back the way she came, but this time her steps were not as hurried as before, and she seemed much more relaxed.

“She is indeed a rare and loyal subject. No wonder Gilgamesh trusted her so much.” Morgan remarked, watching Siduri’s retreating figure. Then he turned to Anahn and asked curiously, “But why didn’t you say this in the main hall? Why did you have Siduri relay it for you?”

Yanan shook his head: "Gilgamesh is a proud king. Saying it directly like that would hurt his pride and have a bad effect. Now that Siduri is there as a way out, he won't be so resistant."

"As expected of a king, you are so thoughtful in your dealings with people." Merlin shamelessly leaned closer and offered his praise without reservation. Now, the only one who could save him from Morgan was Anan. He didn't want to be forced to hide in Avalon. Not only was the food there terrible, but there were also none of the novel and interesting things in the human world.

Yanan glanced at him and said indifferently, "Why are you still here?"

"Huh?" Merlin was stunned. What did this mean? Did the king want to send him away?

Oh no, could it be that Wang is really fed up with him? Then his only backer is gone!

Just as he was considering whether kneeling down and begging for help would still be of any use, he heard Anan say, "Don't forget why I summoned you here. Tiamat is about to descend. Instead of preparing, you still have time to relax here?"

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, they were talking about work. Honestly, they almost gave him a fright.

"Please rest assured, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

He bowed solemnly, and then Merlin transformed into countless fluttering petals and disappeared from the spot.

He knew this was his last chance; whether he could regain the king's trust depended on this one move!

"Tch, this guy..." Morgan curled her lip, she couldn't figure out what he was up to.

If it weren't for wanting to make amends, how could this guy be so diligent?

However, if this guy can actually complete the mission successfully this time, then she might consider making an exception for him.

It's one thing to be petrified all over, but it would be better to just petrify the lower half of the body.

Looking at the pleased smile on Morgan's face, Yanan suddenly felt a chill for no reason. His male intuition told him that Morgan was definitely thinking something terrible at this moment.

However, the thought that the object of his affections was Merlin calmed him down again.

That white-haired good-for-nothing, whose only talents besides eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, and causing trouble, doesn't deserve any sympathy!

Later, led by a witch arranged by Siduri, Anan and Morgan arrived at their residence, an unremarkable two-story earthen building with no elaborate decorations and even very little furniture, yet Morgan, who was used to living in magnificent castles, immediately fell in love with it.

“I’ve always thought that when we all have some free time, we’ll find a quiet place in the countryside, build a little house like this, and live each day working at sunrise and resting at sunset, in a simple yet fulfilling way.” Morgan stroked the rough wall, his expression softening slightly.

Yanan's gaze swept over Morgan's long, light gray hair, and his expression became slightly complicated. Although Morgan did not say it outright, he could fully imagine how much suffering the other party had endured over the past ten years.

That vast and immense magical power doesn't just appear out of thin air...

“That day will come.” He stepped forward, placed his hand on Morgan’s shoulder, and said earnestly, “As long as we successfully save Uruk this time, I can complete the role of [Savior], and then I can go home.”

"Really?" Morgan's eyes lit up.

“You know I never lie,” Yanan smiled.

"Looks like I'll have to step up my game." Morgan clenched her fist like a fierce mother animal protecting her cubs, and said menacingly, "Whether it's a monster or a goddess, if anyone dares to block my brother from getting home, I'll fight them to the death!"

"Your Majesty, Sister Wang, is incomparably mighty!" Yanan seized the opportunity, offering flattery with a beaming smile.

"Look at you!" Morgan glared at him and shoved him out. "Alright, now it's time for housework. All irrelevant people, please leave. Remember to go buy some groceries; the kitchen cabinets here are so empty you could run a mouse in them."

Looking at the tightly closed door, Yanan shook his head, gave a helpless bitter smile, but a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He enjoys the warm atmosphere of spending time with his family, and it is for this goal that he has been able to persevere until now.

So no one can stop him from going home!

In the evening, Morgan stared at the mountain of ingredients piled up in front of him, remained silent for a long time, and then turned to look at Yanan:

Are you planning to stay here indefinitely?

"Uh, I guess I'm just... used to it?" Anan turned his head away somewhat awkwardly. He subconsciously bought ingredients according to Artoria's appetite. If he hadn't run out of the funds Gilgamesh gave him, he might have been able to buy a little more.

"It's alright, I have a big appetite, I guarantee I can finish all of this, and I definitely won't waste any food!" This was the truth. Like Artoria, he possessed a dragon's heart, but because he usually consciously controlled his use of magic, he didn't need to replenish the dragon's heart's energy with food like Lily did.

"You should at least have some consideration for me. There are so many ingredients, how long am I supposed to work on this?" Morgan sighed, but still put all the ingredients away, used magic to preserve them, and then went to prepare dinner.

Yanan sat in the chair and looked around at the surroundings. This room was undoubtedly much more refined than the previous one. Not only had the furniture been replaced and replenished, but the rough clay walls had also become as smooth as a mirror, and many intricate patterns were engraved on them.

These patterns weren't just for show; Yanan sensed a magical aura emanating from them.

"You've turned this place into a magic workshop?"