Chop Down a Merlin for Some Fun
A torrential downpour ensued.
In the Royal Palace Divine Tower, Gilgamesh before the railing, gazing at the raindrops that seemed to stretch to the horizon, and the thunder that rumbled across the sky, and felt a sense of unease creeping over him.
He has disliked this kind of weather ever since his best friend died in his arms on a rainy night.
"I've heard that drinking helps you sleep. Since we're going to bed anyway, how about we have a few drinks together?"
Merlin, who appeared behind Gilgamesh at some unknown time, smacked his lips and smiled as he made a suggestion.
His suppressed thoughts were interrupted. The Heroic King turned around, his brow relaxed, and he chuckled and cursed softly.
"Aid sleep? You rascal, you're clearly just eyeing my wine again!"
"Haha, as expected, I couldn't hide it. As you wisely saw, it's raining heavily outside, so I can only stay here and ask for a drink."
Merlin smiled and readily admitted it. Then, leaning on his wand, he slightly bowed and, with an elegant Britain courtly gesture, Shiki extended the invitation to Gilgamesh.
Having known this Great Sage for a long time, the Heroic King was intrigued and, without refusing, sat down at the table with Merlin, casually taking out a fine wine from the Golden Vortex to treasure.
The guards on night watch outside, summoned by Gilgamesh, also prepared some snacks to go with the wine. They then wisely closed the gates of the Royal Palace Divine Tower and quietly left.
Britain from him, a seasoned British drunkard rubbed his hands excitedly, and as soon as his glass was filled with golden nectar, he couldn't wait to take a small sip to satisfy his craving.
"Ha! This is what we live for!"
The dream demon sighed with delight, his peach blossom eyes scrutinizing the patterns on the golden cup, yet a hint of regret lingered in his gaze.
"It's a pity it's not big enough, otherwise I would really like to borrow the Holy Grail of the King and experience it."
Gilgamesh, facing away, twirled the cup in his hand, looked up at Merlin, and his brow furrowed involuntarily.
"Hmph! I hate the way you speak so cryptically!"
"And this attitude, standing aside and never saying a word, always making people guess what he's thinking, it's really annoying."
"If I didn't still need you, I would have killed you tonight as a form of entertainment while drinking!"
Merlin touched his nose, his gaze darting away, and muttered awkwardly.
"Isn't this about avoiding trouble and saving my life? Otherwise, I'd be dead by now?"
After a moment of silence, Gilgamesh, who already knew everything about the other, swirled his wine glass, looking down at the cunning Magecraft with disdain.
"How about that kid being favored by the Three Goddesses and becoming a [Shepherd Priest]?"
"How about giving him the Holy Grail?"
"What good is it to wield power and become too powerful?"
"Hmph! Do you think I lack the capacity to tolerate others?!"
Merlin dropped some of his pretense and looked at the crystal-clear liquid in the glass with a meaningful gaze.
"But his identity is not just that of a goddess's favorite."
"We were all wrong. It seems that the problem with the Thousand-Mile Eye is that this kid is the one who caused the problem."
"Fate, oh fate..."
"We must be cautious about anything that involves this matter."
As the Great Sage pondered, his tone gradually lowered and became more subdued, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
He had experienced the power of this thing before.
If the Three Goddesses Alliance is a force of swords and thunder, though cruel and domineering, it is still within the realm of things that can be dealt with.
So destiny is like an invisible rope wrapped around the neck, constantly tightening, making it unseen and intangible.
This process of slowly squeezing air out of the lungs, stripping the body of its powerlessness and fear, is simply a nightmare.
Just as the mystery of the British Britain faded away, he tried everything he could to stop it, but to no avail.
Ultimately, under the "manifest destiny," he could only hide in the Sea of Stars, gazing at Artoria, whom he had once regarded as his daughter, as she walked towards her doom at the Camlann Hill.
Some things, given that they've reached this point, aren't that they don't want to, but that they can't.
"Ha, destiny?"
"Since this thing is going to destroy me, King Uruk, how much worse can things get?"
"If you've got the guts, let those bastards come at me!"
Gilgamesh out the wine in his cup with a single word, then gave a cold, aloof laugh.
"It seems you've made up your mind. There's no point in me trying to persuade you any further. Have another drink!"
Merlin shrugged helplessly and then handed over the wine glass.
The Wise King rolled his eyes, deeply suspecting that the guy's second half of the sentence was the real point, and that he just wanted to trick people into drinking.
The Britain British drinker expertly sniffed, sipped, and savored the wine in one smooth motion, then put down his glass and asked with amusement.
"By the way, isn't it a bit too risky to give this kid such great power?"
Gilgamesh didn't seem to care, resting his chin on his right hand with an arrogant and smug expression.
"Anyway, he's already Shepherd Priest, and I have no children. If he really can lead Uruk through this storm, what's wrong with entrusting the future to this kid?"
"Did I hear that right? You really mean it?"
Merlin patted his trembling little heart, somewhat taken aback.
"Information on the ruins of Babylon, the siege of the North Wall, the restraint of Ishtar, the disintegration of the alliance of the Three Goddesses —though I hate to admit it, he did inadvertently save me."
"Such achievements deserve more than a Holy Grail and great authority."
"Even if that brat were to sit on equal footing with me right now, becoming one of the two kings of Uruk and jointly ruling the government, what's wrong with that?"
"You might even think that if you have the ability, I can still delegate power to you!"
Gilgamesh glanced disdainfully at Merlin across from him, exuding confidence.
Bai Zi was deeply shaken by the nightmare. After regaining his senses, he couldn't help but smile wryly and tap his forehead, feeling quite emotional.
"Now I finally understand why you people have the bearing of kings, while I can only be a court Magecraft who lives a life of idleness and waiting to die."
To put it bluntly, vision, skill, perspective, and courage are the differences between a wise man and Wise King.
"Your biggest flaw is that you're too lazy. You never say anything reliable. Otherwise, why would I have to work so hard?"
Knowing that his earlier suggestion to take responsibility and take the lead had been fooled by this old liar, Gilgamesh frowned and snorted, but he had become somewhat indifferent to it.
He can only shirk responsibility for Britain's future problems. Instead of relying on this guy to take responsibility, it would be more reliable to think about how to make pigs fly.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Merlin couldn't help but think of a question.
"By the way, with your Thousand-Mile Eye, can you see your own future now?"
Gilgamesh slightly, but his face looked more relaxed.
"Me too, even the Britain disappearance of Britain and the future seem to be plunging into chaos..."
After a moment of contemplation, Merlin's face was slightly flushed, and his eyes were filled with a hint of nostalgia and strangeness.
"Then, how much of the future can you see of that Wisdom King of Israel?"
All three of them possess the Thousand-Mile Eye.
Furthermore, one represents the beginning of humanity's mystical power, one symbolizes the prosperity of humanity's mystical power, and the last one relates to the decline of humanity's mystical power.
Beginning, prosperity, and the end...
Merlin's long-dormant heart began to pound violently for no apparent reason, and his head felt hot. He was eager to know if the central pillar was as blurry as he had imagined.
"It's still there, but there seems to be a slight abnormality..."
Gilgamesh swirls his wine glass, his expression playful.