The grand hall.
All the Heroic Spirits had fallen into silence.
Only the King of Heroes' unrestrained laughter echoed through the chamber.
Gilgamesh finally reined in his mirth. "Since all of you have watched the video alongside this king, why not share your thoughts on my performance in the Singularity?"
Did they think silence would let them escape?
Not a chance!
Gilgamesh hadn't forgotten how, when the video first started, he had tried to leave—only for the other Heroic Spirits to block his way.
After all, in Unlimited Blade Works, he had been the one whose arm was severed by Nameless, his heart gouged out.
Then, in Vow in the Snow, his power had been borrowed by Angelica, turning her into a big-breasted version of the King of Heroes—only to have her arm chopped off by Nameless again.
With each exposure of his past humiliations, everyone had been waiting to laugh at him.
And now?
In Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia, he had shone brilliantly, completely overturning all the previous scorn.
Those were just the foolish blunders of his rebellious phase.
The older, wiser version of him was a true and virtuous king.
Countless people who had once sworn they would never support him were now barking like loyal dogs, declaring themselves his fans.
Ah, how it thrilled him to the core!
Go on, keep laughing at him!
Come on, don't stop now!
Mordred couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Tch, what's there to be so smug about? So you had one moment in the spotlight, got loved and worshipped by countless people—"
She couldn't even finish.
Inside, she was already screaming—
AAAAH, I'M SO JEALOUS!!!
This moment of glory was just too massive.
Not only had he regained all the fans he'd lost, but their numbers were skyrocketing beyond imagination.
Just look at all the scenes and lines where he stole the show—
"Even if only one life remains, we shall pass on the glory of Uruk to future generations!"
"A mere fatal wound—"
...
Even Nameless had joined in, shouting—
"Uruk still stands here!"
Viewers across the world had all chanted along in unison.
It was as if, in that instant—
Today, we are all citizens of Uruk!
Uruk's people, Uruk's spirit—Uruk's citizens are the elite among men?
Right now, Mordred only wanted to ask one thing:
How can you be this damn cool?!
In all the videos related to her and her father, they had only ever been humiliated.
She had thought she'd at least get to see the King of Heroes suffer the same fate, but reality had slapped her hard across the face.
So. Damn. Frustrating!
Beside her, Jeanne d'Arc wore an identical expression.
As the first Heroic Spirit exposed by Alaya to have a connection with Nameless, none of the subsequent events had involved her.
She, too, had hoped to see Gilgamesh embarrass himself—only to be left with nothing.
The only consolation was this:
She had believed that by embracing the darkness, she had been utterly forsaken by the [Lord].
Yet, against all odds, she had once again received divine revelation.
It seemed there would be videos related to her in the future.
She just didn't know when.
Would it be like the Lion King or the chuuni Gilgamesh, making a complete fool of themselves, or like the wise King Gilgamesh who united people's hearts?
Could it be that he too had his arm chopped off and his heart gouged out by Nameless?
This made Jeanne d'Arc extremely uneasy.
It seemed that every Servant's second video was nothing but an embarrassment reel!
Even the King of Heroes had to endure two consecutive humiliations before finally shining brilliantly in "Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia."
This proved one thing:
All gifts bestowed by fate come with a price secretly marked from the very beginning!
Zhuge Liang coughed lightly and said, "King of Heroes, your heroic bearing has truly amazed countless people!"
As a strategist, he naturally understood that Qin Shi Huang just wanted to see the other party embarrass himself.
Since that wasn't happening now, it fell to him to smooth things over.
"Indeed, all thanks to His Majesty Qin Shi Huang for providing me with such a magnificent stage!" Gilgamesh's smile grew even brighter.
It was precisely because Qin Shi Huang had summoned all the Servants that he'd been given this platform to completely wash away his previous shame.
The King of Heroes beamed, their crimson eyes meeting.
These two stood at the pinnacle of the Servant pyramid, possessing power rivaling the gods.
Everyone watched in silence.
One could say these two were remarkably similar.
Both incomparably arrogant and domineering.
Both originating from ancient civilizations.
Many online commentators believed they should have recognized each other's worth and become kindred spirits.
Unfortunately, Gilgamesh knew full well that the other simply wanted to drive him away.
Having all the Servants watch "Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia" together was just another attempt to humiliate him into leaving Fuyuki City and Nameless's side.
But this king won't leave! I love seeing that frustrated look on your face when you can't drive me away!
I'll stay right by Nameless's side just to spite you!
Qin Shi Huang stood calmly and addressed him: "King of Heroes, you are indeed remarkable."
"Many thanks for Your Majesty's praise!" Gilgamesh's smile couldn't have been more radiant.
"We have other matters to attend to. The King of Heroes may do as he pleases."
With that, Qin Shi Huang departed.
Since there would be no humiliation, there was no reason to stay.
That unbearably smug expression, practically jumping for joy - just looking at it was irritating.
Merely stealing the spotlight in a Singularity.
Wait until videos about me appear - I'll definitely outshine you and make the whole world gaze upon my magnificence!
After his departure,
Mordred couldn't help but remark sourly: "Don't get too cocky, or the Primordial Mother Goddess you exiled to the imaginary number space might jump out and slap you!"
"Hah! After fighting all my life, can't I enjoy myself for once?"
Having successfully irritated Qin Shi Huang into leaving, Gilgamesh didn't bother hiding his delight.
What satisfaction!
As for Tiamat appearing?
Impossible!
She'd been properly exiled to the imaginary number space - no chance of returning.
Even if she did emerge, she'd go after that bastard of a best friend first, not me.
Speaking of which,
Nameless had promised to visit her, but definitely broke that promise later, didn't he?
Tsk, my dear best friend.
If Mother Tia really does appear, there's nothing this king can do to help!
Gilgamesh decided the mental image was too amusing and better left unconsidered.
Against Tiamat's overwhelming power, even with Ea, he couldn't have defeated her unless she deliberately held back!
The Sword of Rupture indeed possesses the world-rending power of genesis.
The problem is, he couldn't wield its full strength at all.
Only a being of Tiamat's caliber could fully unleash it!
"Hmph!"
Mordred snorted coldly and turned away without hesitation.
At the same time.
Jeanne d'Arc and the others all left as well.
There was no helping it—this guy was just too insufferable.
If they stayed any longer, they'd probably want to punch him.
The key issue was… they couldn't even beat him!
In the blink of an eye.
The entire hall was emptied of people.
Gilgamesh stood alone in the center, the smile on his face completely gone.
After the liveliness, what remained was indeed endless solitude.
He sighed softly, "Siduri…"
The one he owed the most was naturally that diligent, gentle, and kind high priestess.
Back then, he really shouldn't have let her leave…
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