The previous two videos…
In The Witch of Vengeance, Nameless quietly helped Jeanne throughout, aiding her in reclaiming Orléans.
He even burned to ashes with her when she was sentenced to the stake.
In The Perfect King, although Nameless said he didn't want to serve Artoria, he still took down all her enemies.
Especially with Mordred—she was constantly sneaking him extra meals, those delicious dishes making even her jealous.
And when Artoria and Mordred shared a rare moment of father-daughter peace, he even sacrificed himself to break up their fight.
But now!
Kirina watched the video where Nameless and the King of Heroes were hurling insults the moment they met.
Seeing this, she trembled with rage. In the sweltering summer heat, cold sweat drenched her as her hands and feet went numb. Couldn't he treat everyone equally?
When would men ever get the same kind of care?
Kirina couldn't help but ask, "So, why is Nameless targeting the King of Heroes like this? Won't the King of Heroes want to kill him after watching the video?"
"He won't," Sanjiro replied calmly.
"Why not? He literally called the King of Heroes a mongrel to his face!"
Kirina was even more puzzled.
As long as human history continues, these Heroic Spirits will keep existing.
It had already been a hundred years since Gilgamesh descended into the modern world. And this was the first time anyone had dared to insult him face-to-face!
"Just keep watching," Sanjiro said naturally. He wasn't about to explain the truth to this brat.
Before heading to the Age of Gods in Uruk, he had stayed in another parallel modern world.
That chuunibyou brat had done something so outrageous and despicable that Sanjiro had gone to challenge him.
At the time, Sanjiro wasn't that strong and got ruthlessly beaten.
He barely managed to turn the tables in a tough victory.
After going through all that, how could he possibly give the guy a warm welcome now? But by chance, he discovered another side of the King of Heroes!
Sanjiro was sure—
Alaya would soon release all the relevant footage.
When that happens, Gilgamesh's face would definitely be a sight to see!
For some reason, he was actually looking forward to it a little.
Could it be… this is the joy of exposing someone else's dark history?
You evil corporate overlord Alaya, forcing employees to work 007-style... are you watching these videos every day just to enjoy the thrill of exposing people?
(Note: 007 = 7 days a week, from 0 AM to 0 PM. Extreme overwork.)
At that thought, Sanjiro felt a strange mix of emotions.
Someday, he would make Alaya kneel and sing Conquered before him!
"The King of Heroes is furious! A fight's about to start!" Kirina widened her eyes, watching the video with great excitement.
As a qualified drama-loving bystander, the bigger the drama, the better the taste!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
On screen—
"You… you mongrel… you dare speak of the gods like that?!"
Originally ready to explode in fury, Gilgamesh froze slightly upon hearing those words.
Everyone believed in the gods.
They saw the current calamity as divine punishment.
They thought he should bow his head and seek forgiveness from the gods.
But that was something Gilgamesh would never do.
Now, this man before him said, "I never believed in gods. I only believe that humanity can conquer the heavens."
Arrogant to the extreme—just like him.
No, even more arrogant than him.
Even he didn't dare say he could definitely defeat the gods!
"In the eyes of gods, humanity is just livestock. To manage them, the gods specially raised a dog." Nameless looked at him with a faint smirk. "This so-called 'Wedge of Heaven'—what does that have to do with you?"
With that question—
Gilgamesh's face turned dark.
His crimson eyes burned with killing intent.
Violent energy surged around him, grinding stone to powder.
Even though he was consumed with fury, he had to grudgingly admit—
That comparison wasn't wrong!
To put it nicely, he was the gods' chosen "Wedge of Heaven" to restrain humanity. Endowed with the lofty lineage of "two-thirds god, one-third man."
But in truth—
The gods saw humans as livestock.
To prevent them from overpopulating and growing too powerful, the gods sent goddesses—his mother included—to mate with kings like Uruk's.
Thus, producing a being with both divine and human blood—
A sheepdog.
Gilgamesh knew this from the start and hated the gods deeply for it. He had always wanted to break free from their shackles and be a free king.
Nameless's words pushed him into a bottomless rage.
Gilgamesh roared, "I am beyond furious! You ignorant mongrel! How do you want to die?!"
Yet—
Nameless showed no fear, no deference before the enraged King.
"If the gods' dog refuses to manage their livestock, what do you think the gods will do with it?" He smiled ever so gently. "Will they forge another weapon, use a whip to lash this disobedient mutt, put it in chains, and force it to obey?"
Though spoken softly, without harshness or threats—
Everyone watching felt their hearts clench—
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"Well, that's it for Nameless. No way the King of Heroes sees him as a friend or mentor now," Mordred said smugly, legs crossed in triumph.
Given how arrogant the King of Heroes was, not even gods could make him bow. Now that Nameless had called him a dog? Yeah, he was definitely furious.
Mordred could already see her bright future ahead.
This bet? Totally worth it!
"But… why do I feel like the King of Heroes actually likes Nameless more?" Gawain stood by the window, bathed in golden sunlight, tilting his head in doubt.
"Hahaha! You potato-head! You think the King of Heroes is a masochist who enjoys getting insulted?!" Mordred burst out laughing.
That king was pride incarnate! There's no way he'd just let that slide!
Gawain just smiled, silent.
I, Gawain, am invincible under the sun!
And for gamblers like Mordred, who won't stop until they lose everything, the real show was just beginning.
In front of everyone—
Even though Gilgamesh grew more and more enraged, he never struck Nameless.
"You mongrel… You're trying to prove your worth this way? Wanting my recognition?" He suddenly laughed—arrogant, resplendent. "Then kneel. Become my most loyal subject!"
"But I refuse."
Nameless snorted, returning the line word for word. "I enjoy saying 'no' to arrogant bastards like you. A mere mutt bred by gods—what right do you have to demand my loyalty?"
"You don't want to be my subject… You want to sit beside me? Be my friend?"
Gilgamesh paused slightly, then laughed wildly. "What a joke! No one is worthy of being my friend. And you? You're nowhere close!"