When Gilgamesh and Ishtar Rin emerged, they intended to move those human children to safety.
They hadn’t walked many steps before reaching a secluded corner near the sewers.
A person clad in melted, deformed armor was pacing toward them, carrying a flaming straight sword.
It was Gwyn.
He had been watching everything from the beginning.
Originally, he just planned to enjoy the show.
He intended to wait until Sunny Boy moved for the kill, then shatter his murderous dreams with a single sword strike and disperse the Heroic Spirit he summoned while he was at it.
In the end, the boy kept rambling incessantly, much like a villain who dies from talking too much.
Later, his interest shifted to what kind of Heroic Spirit Sunny Boy could actually summon.
After all, he noticed that Tohsaka Rin, who carried a divine aura, had been placed on the formation as a Living Relic.
He thought some deity would be summoned.
To his surprise, only Caster Gilgamesh appeared, and the command spells manifested on Tohsaka Rin’s hand.
He had expected it to be a god like her brother, the sun god Shamash, or her father, Anu.
However, although a god-tier Servant wasn’t summoned…
Gilgamesh plus Ishtar—the King of Uruk and the Goddess of Uruk.
This combination triggered his muscle memory, reminding him of the Twin Princes from Dark Souls 3 and Miquella/Radahn from the Elden Ring World.
Subconsciously, he pulled out his flaming straight sword and donned his armor, intending to greet them with the etiquette of the Ring.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t come any closer! Can’t you see these human hatchlings?” Ishtar Rin retreated repeatedly.
The moment she laid eyes on him, she felt the aura of death.
Gilgamesh was also extremely perplexed.
Why couldn’t his Sha Naqba Imuru glimpse this Servant’s True Name?
Even without knowing the True Name or attribute information, he could directly feel the terrifying aura emanating from the opponent.
“Useless goddess, do you know this fellow?” He didn’t put down the children in his hands, but he prepared for battle.
Dozens of golden rippling circles appeared around him—his Noble Phantasm, Gate of Babylon.
Or the King’s Treasury, if you prefer; it contained the prototypes of all Noble Phantasms in the world, a massive collection.
“Ah, sorry. A certain nerve was touched.”
Gwyn stopped, looked at the unconscious elementary students, and lowered his flaming straight sword.
He realized that he no longer needed to use any means necessary to link the fire and prolong the world.
The mission he carried had ended.
Having burned for tens of thousands of years—dozens of times longer than gods like Gwyn—he had done right by all living beings of the Age of Fire in the Dark Souls World.
“I can’t help it. Seeing a King and God combo makes me want to hack you to death and toss you into the First Flame to burn.”
“This combination leaves a deep impression on me.”
“The last pair of King and God I hacked to death were named Miquella and Radahn.”
Gwyn recalled the past.
After slaughtering his way through Lordran, even butchering Ringed City and the Abyss, he had collected most of the Soul of the King. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
But he felt it wasn’t enough; they wouldn’t burn long enough.
So, after throwing all the powerful enemies and gods he had slaughtered into the First Flame to use their remaining warmth to stall the world’s destruction…
He took the opportunity to visit the neighboring Bloodborne World and the Elden Ring World, slaughtering his way through both.
Although some accidents happened and his memory was a bit muddled, it didn’t affect the big picture.
Anyone with a powerful soul or a connection to divinity was hacked to death and thrown into the First Flame to burn.
He couldn’t even count how many gods or demigods he had killed.
Few remained clear in his memory, but the Elden Ring version of the ‘Holy Younger Brother’—Miquella riding Radahn—was one of them.
Those two left a deep impression because they were too ‘underworld-tier’—the combat experience they provided was extremely unpleasant.
In all that time, it was his first time fighting such a frustrating battle.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t win; it was just plain unsatisfying.
There was no ‘combat high’ feeling.
So, upon seeing the combination of the Goddess Ishtar and the Hero King Gilgamesh, those memories immediately resurfaced.
“What do you mean? Are you saying you’ve slain a god?” Ishtar Rin backed away further, a thick sense of wariness welling up in her heart.
At the same time, she whispered to Gilgamesh: “Hurry up and give this goddess some gems!”
“In my current state, I must use gems as a medium to release magic!”
Gilgamesh was still watching Gwyn, but he spared her a glance after hearing her words.
After a brief thought, he opened the Gate of Babylon, and a massive golden ripple began frantically pouring out gems.
The massive quantity of gems quickly formed a small mountain, burying Ishtar Rin.
It took a while for Ishtar Rin to crawl out of the gem mountain.
She cursed Gilgamesh a few times but was soon indulged in the mountain of gems, grinning from ear to ear.
“Haha! So many gems! They’re all mine!”
“…”
Her complete lack of dignity made both Gwyn and Gilgamesh’s eyes twitch.
“I have never seen a god with such bizarre behavior,” Gwyn remarked with a rare quip, then added:
“Don’t be nervous. I only came to take a look at someone’s request.”
“Since this child named Tohsaka Rin is not in danger, I have achieved my goal.”
“Besides, things are quite interesting as they are now.”
Gwyn tossed the flaming straight sword back into his inventory and turned to leave.
But halfway through, as if remembering something, he turned his head.
“To answer your question from earlier: yes, I have indeed slain gods, and I was quite keen on it.”
“Because gods are usually very strong. That kind of all-out battle is very satisfying. The sense of accomplishment after defeating them is also quite intoxicating.”
“However, a god like you who might be a bit mental isn’t worthy of being hunted by me.”
“And you’re not even the original body, just a state of possession. You’re pathetically weak.”
Gwyn departed.
“What did you say?! You’re the one who’s mental! Your whole family is mental! Your whole family is pathetically weak!”
Gilgamesh ignored her and quickly delivered the children to a conspicuous place outside, then turned into spirit form to observe from the shadows.
After waiting a long time, passersby gathered, and some called the police.
Soon, a police car arrived and took the children away.
Only then did he relax and continue to ponder Gwyn’s words in his mind.
If what he said was true…
How could a Heroic Spirit who had slain gods be nameless?
He thought through every existence capable of achieving the feat of god-slaying.
But none matched him.
Furthermore, he could find no record of a god named Miquella or a king named Radahn.
“Is it just nonsense?”
He wondered.
“But his tone was so indifferent, as if he were recounting something perfectly ordinary.”
“His temperament, his attitude… nothing about it seemed like a lie.”
Gilgamesh fell into deep confusion, unable to find an answer.
“Maanna, let’s go!”
At that moment, Gilgamesh heard the useless goddess’s voice from behind.
He turned to look, only to find that Ishtar Rin had used some method to sweep away all the gems on the ground.
She had also summoned the Boat of Heaven, Maanna, which could serve as both a weapon and a mount.
It was shaped like a bow.
“This goddess has sensed Gugalanna’s aura in this world, so I’m going to find it first.”
“You can fight this Holy Grail War yourself. This goddess won’t be accompanying you. I’ll come back once I’ve found Gugalanna.”
“Hahaha! Gugalanna, here I come!”
Ishtar Rin left those few words and piloted the Boat of Heaven into the clouds, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
“The Bull of Heaven?”
Gilgamesh was stunned, and many unpleasant memories immediately flooded his mind.
The Bull of Heaven, Gugalanna—wasn’t that the divine beast sent by that bastard goddess to destroy Uruk?
To kill that largest and strongest of divine beasts, he and his dear friend Enkidu had expended immense effort and paid a heavy price.
It had even ultimately led to Enkidu’s death.
Thinking of the deceased Enkidu…
Gilgamesh’s entire face turned grim.
That damned bastard goddess!
You should be glad you didn’t summon my past self, or the first thing I’d do upon landing would be to kill you!
Gilgamesh stared in the direction Ishtar Rin had left, thinking viciously to himself.