The Sneaky Four Great Demon Kings?

"Human, that look in your eyes displeases me greatly. Get on your knees and lick my shoes clean at once, and I might spare your eyes."

As Incubus said this, he stuck out his somewhat long tongue and released intense waves of evil that swept forward.

Thus, he expected to see cold sweat pouring from the arrogant human before him.

The evil waves he released actually carried torturous Miasma. It would seep into the human's body, making him feel as though countless ants were gnawing at him from within. The pain would be utterly excruciating.

The next second, the human before him simply snapped his fingers, and the space around him seemed to twist.

No, it was more like still water rippling after a single drop fell into it—golden spatial ripples.

Two short swords emerged from those golden ripples.

This abnormal sight left Brunhilde stunned. Then she grew tense and excited.

It seemed King Gilgamesh's mystery was finally about to be revealed. She would learn how he had slain the Sky God Anu.

"Heh."

After King Gilgamesh let out a faintly disdainful chuckle, the short swords flashed and vanished.

No, they had not vanished. They tore through the air at unimaginable speed, leaving behind trails of golden light.

Following those trails of light, they were headed straight for the Incubus/Succubus, Incubus—and the two short swords were—

"Huh? Why can't I see anything?!"

As though his vision had suddenly been stolen, Incubus cried out in slight panic.

The next second, his expression twisted.

"Ahhhhh... My eyes! It hurts! It hurts, it hurts—"

He wailed, reaching both hands toward his eyes. Before he could touch them, his hands struck the hilts of the short swords embedded in his eyes.

"You, you damned human, give me—"

The instant he said that, a rapid series of sharp sounds rang out as objects pierced flesh.

What Brunhilde saw was a body impaled by all kinds of weapons—spears, swords, blades, halberds, and more. Then, like a water bag riddled with holes, blood began gushing out uncontrollably.

At that moment, Brunhilde sensed the extraordinary aura radiating from those weapons. Especially the crimson spear that had pierced his skull—it seemed identical to the spear that had once pierced the Sky God, radiating a dangerous presence capable of killing gods. It was undoubtedly a divine weapon!

He had actually thrown out a whole pile of divine weapons?

At that moment, the entire room was terrifyingly silent. Only the sound of blood flowing and dripping onto the floor could be heard.

And the one responsible for this gruesome scene did not even spare Incubus a proper glance, as though Incubus were an utterly insignificant nobody unworthy of his attention.

"Mm—!"

Snapping back to her senses in fright, Goll hurriedly covered her mouth before she could scream.

This King Gilgamesh was too, too terrifying. He felt like a tyrant who killed without batting an eye.

When she looked at Sister Brunhilde, even she seemed somewhat shaken by the bloody sight, cold sweat trickling down her face.

Biting her lip tightly, Goll forced her trembling body forward and stepped in front of Sister Brunhilde.

"N-No, you can't hurt Sister Brunhilde! Incubus didn't come because Sister called him!"

As Goll said this, her legs shook wildly.

Then King Gilgamesh looked at her with amused interest, frightening her so badly that her heart nearly stopped.

"You wet yourself."

"Ah?"

He suddenly made that teasing remark, leaving Goll stunned for a moment before she hurriedly lowered her head to look. No!

When she looked up again, he was smiling. That mischievous grin made Goll's face flush red.

"Ragnarok, is it? This king understands now. Hahaha."

"W-Wait, King of Uruk!"

Brunhilde hurried forward to grab him. His body was giving off particles of light and becoming transparent—he clearly looked like he was about to disappear.

However, when she reached for King Gilgamesh, she grasped nothing but air. The person who had been sitting in the chair had already vanished, leaving only his soft laughter echoing through the room.

What was going on? Had he left the room, or returned to history?

She immediately checked the Summoning System, and the option to summon him appeared.

So what did this mean? Had King Gilgamesh chosen to stand by and do nothing? Would he not fight for humanity?

Brunhilde could not help but smile bitterly, but she was not too surprised.

Still, she would not give up so easily. When the tournament began, she would summon him again.

She did not believe King Gilgamesh would have no interest in such a contest.

Besides, Gilgamesh's lack of response did not mean he had truly refused.

It was simply that, as a king, he was arrogant, overbearing, and supremely self-centered. If she asked him to participate, was he supposed to obey just like that? Would that not damage a king's pride?

To describe it with a modern term, he was a tsundere.

She would stop thinking about that for now. First, she had to deal with the troublesome corpse in front of her, then find the next one.

The Sneaky Supreme Four Pillars?

Golden ripples appeared, and unusual weapons emerged.

Then they could be fired, making it seem as though those golden ripples contained an armory.

So how exactly had Gilgamesh obtained all of those?

Unless he told them himself, it would remain a mystery.

"Sister Brunhilde, q-quick, look!"

Goll's startled cry brought Brunhilde back to her senses. Following Goll's gaze toward Incubus, she wondered if that man was not dead yet.

That was not it. Golden ripples had appeared around the weapons that had turned Incubus into a pincushion, and those weapons began sinking into them.

Were they being automatically retrieved now that Gilgamesh had disappeared?

Brunhilde immediately reached out and grabbed one of the weapons. Her hand touched the golden ripple, but she felt nothing unusual, as though the golden ripple were merely a mirage that could not be touched.

Then the weapon in her hand became like a mirage as well—an illusion.

In the blink of an eye, every weapon vanished, leaving behind only a corpse covered in wounds.

"Uh—!"

Goll stared in astonishment as her sister directly stuffed Incubus's corpse into a garbage bag and lifted it. Was she going to throw it away like trash?

"Goll, I'm going to take out the garbage."

Sister Brunhilde really said it so bluntly, making Goll's mouth twitch. Her sister's style was truly far too forceful.

Being forceful was sometimes a good thing, but sometimes it could become a bad thing.

Goll was truly afraid that Sister Brunhilde would get herself killed if she was not careful.

With a helpless sigh, Goll followed after her, intending to keep watch.

After stepping outside, they found themselves in a straight corridor so long that it seemed endless.

Walking ahead, Goll kept watching for other gods.

Mm, no problem.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at a spiral corridor.

Hm? Goll sensed a terrifying presence, and her body tensed.

W-Who was it?!

No matter who it was, she had to hurry back and warn Sister Brunhilde.

Just as she turned around, she bumped into something soft enough to make even Goll jealous—Sister Brunhilde's chest.

Ah, she had walked so quickly. Just as Goll was about to say something, she caught sight of a figure from the corner of her eye, and her body instantly went rigid with fear.

He was a red-haired, golden-eyed man dressed in white. Just one glance was enough to understand that his strength was unfathomable.

When he merely glanced at her, Goll felt as though her life were in danger. It was as if all her courage had been stolen away, leaving behind only deep fear.

Most noticeable of all was the uniquely shaped giant hammer in his hand—the famed divine weapon, Mjolnir.

In other words, the newcomer was the god known as the strongest in Norse mythology—Thor.

The appearance of such an important figure here frightened Goll so badly that she did not dare move at all.

"Lord Thor."

Sister Brunhilde, who had spoken so boldly at the Gods' Conference, restrained her usual forceful arrogance when facing the approaching Thor. She revealed a respectful expression and bowed.

At that moment, Goll wanted to bow quickly as well, but the intimidation brought by this notoriously fearsome god left her body frozen. She could only break out in cold sweat.

Would he take her behavior as a provocation? Would he swing his hammer at her? She would be flattened into minced meat.

Waaah!

Fortunately, Lord Thor seemed to have no intention of paying attention to either of them and was about to walk past, making Goll let out a sigh of relief.

The next second, he suddenly stopped, and Goll, who had just begun to relax, nearly choked.

W-What was going on?!

Had her attitude really angered him after all?

"Brunhilde, what are you doing?"

That indifferent voice made Goll's heart leap into her throat. He had noticed the corpse in her sister's bag after all.

Ah?!!!

Goll nearly fainted!

It would have been stranger if he had not noticed!!!

The bag was torn, and a horrifying, blood-covered head was sticking out!

As for how the bag had torn, Sister Brunhilde had obviously dragged it across the floor rather than carrying it. There was even a clear trail of blood down the corridor.

That was why Lord Thor questioned her.

"I was planning to dispose of this corpse."

That was Sister Brunhilde's answer, making Goll feel like fainting again.

Could she not explain it more tactfully?

"You killed him?"

Though his tone remained calm, Goll felt as though even the air was trembling in fear.

"Although I did want to kill Incubus, I know Valhalla's laws well enough not to violate them casually."

After she said that, Goll could already sense that Lord Thor seemed somewhat impatient. He no longer wanted to hear Sister Brunhilde beat around the bush.

"A human killed Incubus!"

The moment Thor seemed about to become angry, Brunhilde revealed the truth. That truth caused a faint change in Thor's otherwise unmoved expression, visible from the corner of her eye.

"A human? One of the humans you found?"

"Yes, and he killed him in an instant. Incubus had no ability to resist."

After those words, Thor fell silent. His silence was terrifying.

Then electricity flickered over his body, and his terrifying Divine Power made the air seem ready to distort.

The next second, everything returned to calm. He had suppressed his impulse.

"Is that so? Good. I do not know what you are plotting, but I hope the human you summon can entertain me. Otherwise, I will kill you!!!"

The instant he finished speaking, Thor casually swung Mjolnir and sent the bag containing the corpse flying away.

"Do not make me wait too long!"

Leaving those words behind, he departed without paying them any further attention.