Left with no other choice, Merlin could only lay down three rules with the two of them.
Simply put, they could fight, but they were not allowed to use divine power or Divine Realms, interfere with the other attendants' work or rest, and could only fight in the courtyard. The permitted fighting hours were from nine to eleven-thirty in the morning, and from three to five-thirty in the afternoon.
Don't ask why they were only allowed to start fighting at three in the afternoon. Merlin needed his nap.
Likewise, don't ask why fighting was forbidden at night. Merlin went to bed early.
After all, even without using divine power, the two of them still made plenty of noise when they fought. Merlin could use soundproofing magic to fall asleep himself, but he couldn't exactly put soundproofing magic on all the other attendants too, could he?
After these rules took effect, for some reason, things started to take on a rather strange feel.
More specifically, every morning at nine, Gilgamesh would step out of his ward right on time.
Meanwhile, the Monkey King would already be sitting in the corridor with a wine jar in hand, as if waiting for him.
Once Gilgamesh emerged, the Monkey King would silently set down the wine jar and begin staring him down.
After three seconds of eye contact, both their faces would start to darken. They would find each other increasingly unpleasant to look at, then simultaneously leap into the courtyard and start throwing down without a word.
It was a violent sight, yet strangely harmonious.
Like two good brothers living together, stepping outside at the same time and glancing at one another:
"Morning."
"Mm. Bored?"
"Bored."
"Come on, let's go fight."
"Sure!"
In the courtyard.
Gilgamesh retreated half a step like lightning, narrowly