Gilgamesh wanted to know how Mo Shuying had defeated that shadow.
Starting a few days ago, Gilgamesh, who had already lived in the human world for over a decade, had suddenly gained a pile of memories.
Things like making a move on a little white-haired girl, making a move on a red-clad Archer, making a move on a married woman.
None of that mattered, because he had won them all. But there was one memory!
He had faced a purple-haired girl, surrounded by a mass of black shadows radiating evil auras.
In that battle, she had only attacked twice. The first time, he lost his left foot. The second time, only his right foot remained.
It was a suffocating loss, a painful loss, a complete loss.
Even if it was merely a memory of uncertain truth, he was still furious.
He! The oldest King! Instantly defeated by someone in two moves! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Originally, Gilgamesh could still use—
[That was only an illusory memory. It was fake. How could something so terrifying possibly exist in reality?]
—as an excuse to numb himself. But yesterday, he had seen the shadow!
"Last night, at the request of a friend's daughter, I went to deal with that counterfeit Hanging Gardens. In the end, I had no opportunity to act, but I saw your battle against the shadow. You were actually able to destroy it. How did you do it?"
Gilgamesh sat upon his throne, having regained his aloof and arrogant demeanor as he spoke.
Mo Shuying thought for a moment, then looked up and asked.
"Could it be that you had no way to deal with it?"
"!!!"
That single sentence left Gilgamesh wide-eyed and speechless.
"Ha! What nonsense are you talking about?! Me, unable to deal with it? Let