Hearing Yoru Machi speak as though he were the superior, Gilgamesh could not help feeling a surge of fury.
Yet when facing Yoru Machi at that moment, his hands began to tremble faintly of their own accord.
Fear? Ridiculous! Gilgamesh would never admit that he could feel fear toward a mere human!
He was Gilgamesh! The oldest king, hailed as the King of Heroes, an existence that had once stood against the gods. The other party was merely a human. Even if he was somewhat extraordinary, how could he possibly make Gilgamesh afraid!
Though that was what he thought, after being repeatedly crushed by Yoru Machi and witnessing the martial strength with which Yoru Machi had forced Diarmuid and the King of Conquest from the field, Gilgamesh had to admit it—he truly was afraid.
Could he win if he drew Enuma Elish? Previously, Gilgamesh had possessed absolute confidence in that.
But after witnessing Yoru Machi confront tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits head-on without using even a trace of magical energy, Gilgamesh's confidence began to waver.
"You insolent mongrel, I will make you understand the price of humiliating me like this!"
After a brief internal struggle, Gilgamesh ultimately decided to accept the challenge.
There was no other reason. He was a king, after all. The King of Conquest had died in such a spectacular fashion. If he allowed himself to be outdone by that man, what right would he have to call himself the oldest king?
Just then, Gilgamesh reached into the Gate of Babylon and drew out a great sword. Its hilt was made of golden metal, while its black blade was divided into three spiraling sections, engraved with crimson patterns resembling ancient inscriptions.
The Star of Creation that Splits the World, or Ea for short, was undoubtedly one