I'm acting in Yokohama

When Enkidu came back, there were layers of smiles in his green eyes, obviously in a good mood.

Although there are no gods in this era, the people still live happily and beautifully. I really hope that Jill can also look at this era and see these people who are still tenaciously living without the protection of gods.

The whole villa was quiet, only the warm yellow night lights were on in the corridor. With the special connection with the master, Enkidu successfully found Sawagawa's room.

are you asleep--

The state of the heroic spirit does not need to push the door, Enkidu quietly gathered his figure in the bedroom.

There were no clouds tonight, and the moonlight outside was very good, but the heavy curtains cut off the moonlight from outside, and the darkness did not affect Enkidu's sight, so he walked to the bed without hindrance.

The green eyes are like the breeze blowing across the grassland in spring, gently watching this brother whom he hasn't seen for a long time.

[Good night, sweet dreams]

Unlike humans, sleep is not a necessity for heroic spirits, but it can provide them with a little extra supply of magic power. Enkidu leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

-

He was woken up by the sound of rain. The rain didn't seem to be falling drop by drop, but it was pressing down with the whole brain like a catharsis.

like crying so sad...

The sound of roaring rain kept hitting the eardrums, Enkidu stretched out his hand a little strangely, and the torrential rain passed through his palm without drenching him at all.

As if to explain to him that he is just an outsider.

He was clearly in a closed bedroom before falling asleep, but when he woke up, he was in an open place in the open air.

The raindrops splashed big and big flowers on the ground, and a thin layer of mist gradually gathered around, like a bright and glowing soul that kept dimming.

People were a little out of breath under the pressure of the dark clouds piled up above their heads.

Enkidu was inexplicably affected by the weather, frowned slightly, and walked forward aimlessly, until a familiar figure appeared in his sight, and he froze in place.

At this moment, he obviously couldn't feel the temperature, but he seemed to be completely naked, his bones were chilled by the rain, and even his teeth were almost trembling with cold.

It was a chill that emanated from the bottom of his heart, spreading to his fingertips, making him tremble slightly.

He probably knows where this place is... Due to the special relationship between the follower and the master, they occasionally see memory fragments flashing past each other through dreams.

This is the age of the gods, and today is the day Enkidu died.

The rain is getting heavier, as if it can cover people's sight, as if as long as they cover their sight, they can't see or hear anything.

But at this moment, I can't even deceive myself and others.

The always proud king hugged his friend's corpse in silence, the heavy rain poured down his rebellious blond hair, and lowered it together with the forever proud head.

The black-haired toddler stood beside him and tightly covered his mouth.

It's so uncomfortable, all the sorrow and pain are gathered in the chest to seek a channel to vent, he wants to shout out regardless, this kind of emotion that has never been experienced is like a balloon that is blowing more and more, there is no outlet, and sooner or later it will burst ...

But... no...

Emotions are contagious, be it happiness or pain... The proud king has suffered too much pain, he can't...

Broken whimpers were buried by the rain, as if human pain could also be buried.

"……madness."

Gilgamesh didn't look up, stretched out a hand to touch the back of the child's head, and directly pressed the child into his arms.

The fiery body temperature is passed to each other in the cold rain.

"Cry out."

Gilgamesh's voice was much hoarse than usual, and his tone didn't change much. His eyes, brighter than rubies, were hidden under his blond hair, and became empty and dim in the heavy rain.

The young boy curled up in the king's arms and shook his head stubbornly.

"Ha——" Gilgamesh's laughter was unbelievably self-deprecating, and his voice without arrogance was as calm as stagnant water. "What identity do you think this king is using to talk to you?"

"Cry out, Lenny."

Enqi, the hero who was close to the two of them, clenched his fists unconsciously, and took this scene and this conversation deeply into his heart.

The sobbing sound was as weak as that of a newborn kitten at first, and finally it came out wantonly as if it could no longer be restrained. Even the heavy rain that could wash away everything could not suppress such a painful and desperate cry.

"Why——! Mingming Xiaoen...is this a god?"

"Hypocritical, ugly, why does such a god exist—!"

The beautiful and delicate Heroic Spirit looked up at the dark clouded sky and closed his eyes. He once fantasized about meeting his friend's younger brother again... and also imagined their sadness when he left...

but……

He firmly held down the position of the human heart... Even though he was built of mud, even though he had become a heroic spirit, there was still a tearing pain from this position, as if countless ants had drilled in and gnawed...

Dreams are leaps and bounds.

The heavy rain soon disappeared as if it never came, but it couldn't take away the sadness hidden in my heart.

"Lord Lenny."

The priest who assisted the king of Uruk found the person she was looking for on the grass behind the palace.

The three-to-four-meter-long male lion lay lazily on the grass around the young child.

"Huh? It's Siduri."

"Since Lord Enkidu left, you have been unhappy."

The elegant and gentle priest sat down beside him.

Lenny couldn't say anything to refute. This is probably something that anyone who saw him could feel.

"The king also said that he doesn't see Lenny very much recently." The smile under the priest's veil seemed to be able to accommodate everything, "Are you hiding from the king?"

"No—" just as he was about to say the words of denial, Lenny stopped suddenly. He bent his legs and buried his head in his knees, "Maybe."

"If you are very distressed, can you talk to me?"

"How should I put it... probably because of fear."

His voice was originally low, like a whisper to himself, now buried in his knees, almost no one could hear him clearly.

"The king...will die too...?"

Leave him like a brother.

-

In the extremely gorgeous but also extremely empty front hall, Gilgamesh sat on the throne. When the young child said these words, his hands on the throne were clenched tightly.

Longevity...?

The following is the story that is widely circulated by future generations. The blond king who lost his friend set foot on the underworld to seek the immortality grass. When he returned, he was accidentally eaten by a snake by the water in order to wash away his embarrassment. Grass.

The king who missed the chance of immortality suddenly burst out laughing, without the slightest bit of frustration.

Although Gilgamesh returned to Uruk, he was in a mess, but he did not lose his kingly arrogance in the slightest.

From now on, the virtuous king returns.

Gilgamesh, who is crowned as a wise king, has to deal with countless things every day. Lenny feels dizzy when he sees the things on it, so he can only doze off next to the throne, and is then thrown to the lion by the king.

The male lion wraps him around his furry abdomen like caring for a cub.

It is inevitable that people will die.

Even the gods will eventually fall.

But it doesn't matter, the king allows his creations - a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years... to serve around forever.