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"O King, I implore you to temporarily quell your wrath."
Those were reckless words, as if utterly fearless, devoid of a shred of rationality, likely spoken without any prior consideration.
And the one who uttered such words was, and could only be, that stubborn girl who prioritized only her loyalty, even disregarding her own situation.
She knelt solemnly on the ground. Lucrezia, who had been beside her, had long since departed, awed by the majesty of the King and the Heretic God.
The place where she was, whether for Gilgamesh or Verethragna, a single casual blow could reduce this girl, along with everything around her, to scorched earth.
But, even so, even facing such a predicament, the girl still did not retreat, still did not retreat before achieving what could be called her foolish loyalty.
She believed, she trusted, she entrusted everything she had to the existence named Gilgamesh, hailed by the world as the Most Ancient King. Without a doubt, whether it was her life, her ideals, or even if they were so easily crushed to dust, Lilianna would never let go of them easily.
Perhaps, she could tolerate others trampling on her ideals, her body, even her future.
But, she would never, absolutely never allow herself to give up with her own hands.
This was her persistence, a persistence without reason, without origin, without meaning.
However, this was also the shining point of her personality, the part that Gilgamesh marveled at, that he cherished.
At this moment, even facing mortal danger, her sapphire-blue eyes still flickered with an extremely determined light – a will named resolve and decisiveness.
Until, those pale cherry-pink lips slowly parted, uttering words of inescapable duty.
"Your Majesty, for your honor, for that which we protect, I implore you to pity the lives of those mortals, to pity the wealth that belongs to you, your people."
A sacred will constantly resided within the girl, causing her to exude a unique aura. And the platinum-gold 'Durandal' at her waist seemed to be breathing, to be resonating, flickering with a light that couldn't quite be called dazzling.
However, the one who responded to her, was not her lord, but that short-haired, handsome youth.
"I didn't expect you to have such an interesting person under your command. Just a little lacking in worldly wisdom, to actually think of interfering in a battle between a Demon King and a Heretic God. Truly overestimating oneself to the extreme."
Verethragna, the Eastern God of War who possessed the Authority of 'Kingship,' chuckled lightly, as if this girl's persistence was so laughable, so unworthy of mention.
However,
"What would a mongrel like you understand."
It was a faint tone, as if narrating some self-evident truth.
So plain, so unworthy of mention, so noble and arrogant.
"Protecting one's own people is inherently the responsibility of a King, and it is precisely this King's burden."
Gilgamesh was not angered, nor did he reveal a shred of wrath. In his crimson serpentine pupils, there was only something called battle intent.
"But, ah."
A tone as if sighing, carried by Gilgamesh's magnetic voice, slowly burst forth.
"In such a predicament, in such a situation, instead of first thinking how to welcome this victorious King, you concern yourself with these trivial matters. Lilianna-kyō, I shall punish you when we return."
He spoke softly, his tone carrying an absolutely unquestionable will, rebuking the still-kneeling girl.
"Be gone quickly. Such a simple reason, this King is not so ignorant as to not understand. You, questioning this King, this is an unparalleled crime. Think well how you will face this King later before speaking."
Immediately after, as the arm covered in golden armor gently waved, an irresistible force gently pushed Lilianna towards those knights and witches who had distanced themselves from the battlefield.
"Cheer for this King's victory, applaud this King's deeds. Now is not the time for weeping and fussing over trifles. As this King's attendant, this is a very unqualified act, Lilianna-kyō."
He spoke thus, those crimson eyes, filled with killing intent, narrowed slightly, gazing at the youth who so easily regarded the pressure he exerted as nothing.
"I humbly obey your will, O King!"
Lilianna cried out, then slowly rose from the ground, which was slightly damp with morning dew, not even bothering to pat off the bluish-brown dirt clinging to her.
Her eyes carried an unparalleled joy, and trust in her King. Those eyes, as clear as an azure sky, took on a different color.
However, Verethragna would not give Gilgamesh time to respond to his subordinate again.
Although his dignity as a Heretic God made him endure and not attack immediately, it was only for a mere dozen or so seconds.
The youth, shouldering an unparalleled battle intent, was not on a level that could be described as simply "rubbing his fists in anticipation."
And so,
He gently waved that slender and pure white arm, like a work of art, its sacred and flawless skin slightly tearing the air.
Merely waving his arm, he easily tore through the sound barrier; it could be said to be an extremely incredible power.
But, this was merely the beginning.
Because, what he was about to do, was an act that could only be achieved by the Authority of a god.
An intangible thing began to condense, then charged towards that arrogant King with unstoppable momentum.
Then, seeing the thing rushing towards him, Gilgamesh couldn't help but frown slightly.
That was wind,
That was Authority,
That was an incarnation of the Heretic God!
A tornado, a full hundred meters high, was easily formed in just a few seconds.
That whirling figure carried an unparalleled power.
Whether it was dirt, rocks, or the vehicles the Knightly Order had parked in the courtyard, all were easily swept into the air.
Even that incomparably sturdy house, which had withstood hundreds of years of wind and rain, was wailing helplessly.
The collision of rock against rock, the friction of steel against earth, constantly emitted disordered, grating notes.
However, it was estimated that this was as far as it would go.
In just a few seconds, it had instantly grown into an absolutely unignorable behemoth.
But, for Gilgamesh, apart from its incomparably vast size, there was nothing else worth mentioning.
And so, he lightly, fiercely grabbed towards the golden ripple that had just bloomed beside him.
It was a twisted, bizarrely shaped sword.
But it was also a Noble Phantasm that absolutely could not be underestimated, absolutely could not be looked away from, carrying an unparalleled might.
At this moment, a brilliant light, like a rainbow, was slowly condensing.