[Comprehensive] Enkidu

Compared to King Arthur, who reunited after a long absence with shining eyes, the King of Uruk, who was a bystander, was much colder. He put his arms around his chest in a defensive posture, and looked at the intruder impatiently.

For Gilgamesh, this may be the best attitude he can give. Not using the king's treasury to entertain the King of Knights is considered to be benevolent, and he has given Enkidu the best respect.

It's just that Arthur hasn't walked in front of Enkidu yet. The burn of the Command Seal reminds Enkidu of an important matter. Since Berserker doesn't have such a high degree of autonomy, Enkidu let Mordred follow him all the time. Beside him, seeing his long-lost father again, he was a little excited...it should be normal.

In fact, the excitement was beyond Enkidu's imagination.

Mordred walked out without being summoned.

The thick black mist is constantly gathering, and the fallen knight gathers in the mist. He is wearing a black armor stained with bloodshot red. The blackness of it is intimidating just to look at it.

Seeing the mad dog again, Gilgamesh seemed to sense something, and he glanced in Arthur's direction, with a cold smile on his face.

"A...A..."

The chaotic babbling implied deep hatred. Arthur stopped walking and shook the dull hair on the top of his hair, and his clear face was full of confusion and doubts.He didn't understand why the berserker appeared here. Looking at it like this, could it be an enemy attack?

Before he could figure out what happened, the berserk Berserker charged forward with a roar, and Enkidu's helpless face could be vaguely seen behind him.

So the two of them fought naturally.

The buzzing of swords and swords was heard endlessly, and the three onlookers reacted differently. Enqi never thought that the hatred between father and son would still not be resolved after he left. It is to look at this struggle completely from the perspective of a bystander.

The fierce swordsmanship is full of terrifying murderous intent. Arthur, who was originally distracted by Enkidu, had to devote himself to the battle with Berserker. The golden sword of vowed victory and the dark magic sword intertwined to form light and dark shadows. The smooth and flowing swordsmanship merged into a dazzling fight.

If Karna showed appreciation for Arthur and Mordred's outstanding sword skills, Gilgamesh just watched the two kill each other purely with the psychology of watching a good show.

King Arthur, who was deeply involved in the battle, felt more and more familiar with the sword as he swung it. The subtle familiarity made him feel a little creepy. He probably had confronted the owner of the sword no less than a hundred times, so he could clearly avoid the opponent's next attack.

This feeling may be the same for berserkers. The swordsmanship that Arthur is proud of does not occupy much advantage. Moreover, due to the state of berserk, the strength of black knights is even more terrifying. Finally, after a heavy blow, King Arthur Taking a few steps back, he opened his mouth with a heavy expression.

"who are you?"

The knight in the chaos didn't answer him, the armor rubbed against each other and made a dull sound, and he held up the magic sword in hatred, as if he wanted to provoke the next wave of attack.

"enough."

Enkidu spoke abruptly, and the surroundings fell into silence.

As the master of Berserker, Enki has the ability to order him. When the berserker heard the master's call, his crazy actions immediately stopped for a moment.He stood silently, slowly put down the raised blade, and returned to Enkidu's side.

Originally, he wanted to get closer, but the positions on the left and right of Enkidu were occupied by friends and younger brothers, so he could only stand behind Enkidu under the cannibalistic gaze of the blond-haired, red-eyed heroic spirit.

"Enkidu, have you signed a contract with Berserker?"

Arthur saw the red mark on the back of the boy's hand that symbolized the Command Seal, but he didn't know why Enkidu's servants would attack him, and...it felt inexplicably familiar to him.

But King Arthur was sure that Enkidu would never intentionally hurt him, so he withdrew his sword without hesitation and walked towards the boy.

"I think you should know who he is."

"Identity? Could it be that he lived in the same era as us?"

Enkidu nodded heavily. King Arthur, who was originally smiling, pursed the corners of his lips, and looked up and down at the dark knight, probably because of the nature between father and son. Looking straight back at the noble King Arthur, longing for his approval.

Arthur's expression became heavier due to speculation, and he asked the Berserker cautiously in a hoarse voice.

"Lancelot?"

The berserker shook his body and gave a reaction, a killing aura that was even more hateful than before suddenly burst out. If Enkidu hadn't grabbed his arm, he might have rushed forward immediately.

"...Why do you think so?"

Well, Enkidu finally understood why Mordred chose to rebel.

Compared with a qualified monarch, in Mordred's view, he is more like a failed father, who can't even recognize his own children, so it's no wonder that the Berserker is angry.

"Because Lancelot is the most prone to negative emotions, sometimes he will easily punish himself if something is not done well. In addition, the knights of the round table under my command will not choose to degenerate even if they are tortured. Lancelot, I also think he shouldn't have chosen this position."

Recalling the comrades who fought side by side, King Arthur's eyes showed soft warmth. Of course he knew the character of the Knights of the Round Table, so he paused hesitantly, and then asked.

"He's not Lancelot, is he?"

"Who do you think he could be?"

The noble and awe-inspiring King Arthur may have known the identity of the Berserker at this moment, but in the end he did not call that familiar name.

Even if the hatred continues, Mordred probably doesn't remember the memories of being a knight of the round table. As early as Arthur expelled the traitor Mordred and left Britain, there was no intersection between them. Arthur could not replace the entire country Forgive the betrayer, and Mordred will not forgive him for failing to fulfill his father's responsibilities.

Even a scrap of Mordred's history is known after death, and they are now nothing more than strangers who once lived in the same land.

"Since you have taken him in, let him return to his original nature. This is my father's due responsibility to him."

"Maybe you can talk to him after he recovers."

Arthur raised a wry smile and said in a complicated tone.

"Maybe."

When Irisviel, who was a little slower, arrived at the Fuyuki Bridge, she saw a strange scene. Several powerful heroic spirits gathered together, but there was no battle, but a very harmonious exchange.

"Saber? Do you know them?"

The cyborg, as beautiful as the moonlight, followed her husband's servant step by step, fearing that those powerful heroic spirits would suddenly attack her. Arthur had a lot of trust in her, and introduced friends to her without any hesitation.

"This is Enkidu, my friend."

"I know, your story is very famous in history."

Irisviel, who is familiar with King Arthur's epic, of course knows the story of the king's best friend. When she read the chapters of the friend's dream, she still had doubts about the excessive description in the epic, but when she saw Enkidu throwing it at her When she was looking at her beautiful eyes, she would feel that those illusory words were too weak to describe her feeling at the moment.

It’s no wonder that King Arthur, who had just accepted the summoning, was a bit unacceptable when he saw the TV series adapted from his story. Every time the king’s friends appeared on the stage, the expression was a little unacceptable. It turned out that the gap in beauty was too huge, and it was impossible to evoke the beauty of him and his friends. Remember it.

"Hello, ma'am."

Enkidu politely nodded his head to show his goodwill. Even when they first met, Irisviel's moon-white hair and crimson eyes gave him great affection, even though he himself didn't know why this favor came from.

Seeing that his elder brother expressed his kindness to others, Karna also nodded in greeting. Although he was taciturn, the powerful aura exuding from his body could not be ignored.

"history?"

Unlike Enkidu, Gilgamesh has no superfluous affection for androids, and he will not condescend to show an amiable attitude. It is just that the history about Enkidu and others that Irisviel said caught his attention. Of course it's a negative attitude.

"Epic of King Arthur and legend of King Arthur, both an epic and a biography have a lot of stories about the two of them, and..."

Irisviel's cheerful voice of going around like a star-chaser girl stopped abruptly, and she suddenly felt that the air around her was getting colder and colder.

The king of Uruk lifted his eyelids wearily, his dark red eyes filled with gnawing malice.

"Go on, I'm listening."

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Karna, who didn't release his big move, actually I also have an epic.