Personality is to like [Comprehensive]

It was Yayoi Aoki who came back to her senses, remembering that there was still a group of people standing stupidly in the night wind, so she carefully pulled Gilgamesh's hand first, trying to let everyone go in and talk.

The king of Uruk crossed his arms, his cold and arrogant gaze swept across Assassin and Oda Sakunosuke, Fujimaru Tateka and Zhuge Kongming, the two hostages tied beside him, and——

During that day, the madman who fought with him over Yokohama.

Gilgamesh hooked the corners of his lips, but there was not much emotion in the red snake pupils that could be called a "smile". It was eerily calm, like the silence of everything before a storm.

[My king agrees. ]

He raised his hand, viciously and warningly, pinched the soft flesh of his country's will, and said word by word: [After all, there are more than one or two things you have to explain to this king. ]

It wasn't until two red marks were left on the jade-like face that the king of Uruk reluctantly let go, turned his head and walked towards the villa.

Aoki Yayoi clutched the pinched part of herself, lost in thought.

She raised her head to look at Enkidu, but there was no uneasiness in her dark eyes, but some doubts of "Why Jill lost his temper again": [Xiao En, who messed with Jill again? ]

Even the lines are extraordinarily innocent.

This familiar question and answer made Enkidu couldn't help laughing.

——Yamita always has the ability to make Gilgamesh lose his temper without being beheaded in a ignorant manner.

He stretched out his hand to rub Yayoi Aoki, the eyelashes of lowered eyes trembled slightly, covering the emerald pupils, looking at it from a very close distance, it looked like half of a butterfly's wing.

The young man's voice is gentle, but the words he confided are not so euphemistic.

[It's you, Yamit. ]

Yayoi Aoki opened her eyes wide, blankly meeting those eyes that were still as gentle as the spring breeze in March, but in the next second, they were covered by the young man's hand.

[Actually, I'm not in a good mood either.So, Yamita, don't be coquettish, and be nice later, you know?It would be more troublesome to fight Jill here. ]

Dazed for a moment, Yayoi Aoki held the back of Enkidu's hand with her backhand. Even though her eyes were covered, her emotions were still conveyed through her voice and other small movements.

She pursed her lips: [It's me... Did I do something wrong? ]

maybe.

One is the king of Uruk who is two-thirds god and one-third human, and the other is the strongest weapon in the age of gods that can rival him. Gilgamesh and Enkidu are destined to be mediocre people who will not "regret" .

Yamit's death was both painful and humiliating to the two of them.

They have calculated many "possibilities" in the future, chatted and laughed, and imagined what "Yamita" should look like after stripping off the body of the will of the country——

But it is definitely not such a miserable, familiar description, enduring the poison of God, surrounded by flames of revenge.

The world in the eyes of the heroic spirits is different from ordinary people and even from the Master. They are made of spirits, and they can see more essential things through their eyes.

As a Heroic Spirit, even though Yayoi Aoki's appearance is normal, Enki can still accurately distinguish the deep, sad, determined and hopeless hatred attached to her.

Even if she doesn't know it.

Enkidu couldn't help but sigh slightly.

He lowered his head, put his forehead on the side of Yayoi Aoki's neck, felt the chill caused by the poison on his skin, and said almost to himself: [Obviously I gave you the knife...]

In the treasure house of the oldest hero king, countless treasures and weapons, the power that countless people dream of, enough to protect themselves and even hurt others, are placed in the hands of Yayoi Aoki, but she is only regarded as a close friend As a gift, take care of it with care and treasure it properly.

Holding the world's sharpest killing weapon in his arms, and letting himself end up in such a miserable state, how can he teach Gilgamesh not to be angry.

——Why can't you protect yourself?Why can't we be a little more selfish and take ourselves more seriously?

If it weren't for his unwillingness to implicate other innocent humans nearby, Enkidu might have already fought Gilgamesh in the jungle of Uruk.

A hearty battle is one of the best choices to resolve bad emotions.

It is impossible for them to attack Yamit.

As the ministers of Uruk lamented, every time Yamit angered their king, their best friends would not be wrong. The will of the country cannot be broken, and the only ones who suffer are those who eat melons. up.

Ending the conversation unilaterally, Enkidu let go of the hand covering Yamit's eyes, turned to hold her, and turned to passers-by who had been observing the etiquette of eating melons, switching to approachable Japanese.

"I am Lancer Enkidu. Please follow me."

He smiled slightly, and reminded without feeling oppressive: "Please don't run away either. Jill and I are not in a good mood, and maybe the methods will be a little too aggressive, please cooperate."

After finishing speaking, Enkidu took Yayoi Aoki with him and turned to leave.

And the sky lock that bound Ishtar also consciously kept up.The Venus Goddess who was tied up was expressionless, as if she had given up the treatment, but she looked at the Chaldean crowd behind her with a gratified look.

——To be miserable together!Come, let the storm come harder! ! !

Zhuge Kongming, who had been working overtime in Uruk, heard the news and immediately put the Switch away, beckoning everyone to follow quickly.

Seeing that Fujimaru Tachika's expression was still somewhat blank, he sighed silently, patted the savior on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Although he has the same body, Enkidu is not golden, Archer Gilgamesh, It's not the virtuous king we have been with... Lixiang."

That nostalgic and thrilling past has long been buried in the distorted world line with the restoration of human reason, out of reach and out of reach.

In one's lifetime, one cannot cross the same river twice.

Even if it was the same person who met, it was no longer the same person at that time.

The description of a strong red-haired man and another tall, slender and beautiful boy came to mind. Zhuge Kongming lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

"People move forward with memories on their backs, to conquer the infinitely possible future, right?"