The Grand Magi's Embarrassing Past

"Speaking of which, I remember that before we met, you had a rather unpleasant encounter with that person."

Merlin skillfully poured himself a full glass of wine, his smile somewhat mocking.

"Tsk, that clueless Israel brat!"

Gilgamesh's lips twitched as that dark history from the past was suddenly brought to his mind.

Theoretically, "Thousand-Mile Eye" is a special ability that allows one to see into the past and future, and those who possess "Thousand-Mile Eye" often sense each other.

This means that, under certain specific circumstances, they can communicate across time and space and have conversations.

Early on, after Gilgamesh became Wise King, he noticed the existence of two other beings and conceived a pleasant idea.

I wonder what interesting results would occur if I, as the "senior," were to teach the two clairvoyant people who possess Thousand-Mile Eye abilities.

So, the Heroic King, whose interest had been piqued, decided to use Magecraft ritual to give some guidance to his two juniors who were also bound by fate.

However, the first Israel boy, with white curly hair and a height of one meter, sitting on the throne, only responded with one word.

"King 24 is omniscient and omnipotent, and needs no one to teach him."

That disdainful yet indifferent look almost choked Gilgamesh.

And what's more, this little guy who hasn't even grown all his hair yet actually blocked him?!

At that moment, Gilgamesh came to his senses, glanced sideways at Merlin who was chuckling, and gave a cold snort without any energy.

"Not only that Israel kid, but when we first met, you didn't get much either!"

Because, when the Heroic King, whose mentality had been shattered, was unable to easily adjust his emotions, he connected with this great sage of Britain.

At that time, Gilgamesh thought to himself, of the three, only Merlin's Thousand-Mile Eye was the least complete. He had condescended to give him some pointers. Surely the little guy would be grateful to tears?

Unexpectedly, this White-Haired Succubus, wiping its drool and blinking its peach-blossom eyes, fell into a reverie and asked a question that nearly made Gilgamesh faint.

Are you a beautiful older sister?

"No!"

"Never mind then, I want to find a pretty older sister to teach me."

After suffering two blows, Gilgamesh immediately extinguished his nascent enthusiasm for being a teacher and dismantled the Magecraft device. He then never contacted the two little brats again.

This can be considered a dark history shared by the three of them.

However, now that we're talking about it, aside from a slight awkwardness, there's a certain unique charm to it.

Gilgamesh and Merlin looked at each other, raised their glasses, and drank the amber-colored wine in one gulp.

"King Er was very pleased that you came..."

"I don't want to either, but I have no choice; I need to eat."

"Human dreams are my granary. The trouble left behind by that King of Israel is going to ruin my livelihood. I have to find a way to save it."

Merlin smiled, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, Britain the period of the disappearance of the mystery, Britain was plagued by frequent natural disasters and man-made calamities. Being able to have a full meal was already a very happy thing."

"The Knights of the Round Table in Camelot have always been most diligent in two places."

"One is a battlefield, the other is a dining table..."

"So, the Magecraft spell for my signal flares when I was in the army was— Artoria! Dinner's ready!"

Hearing the great sage's vivid and amusing account, Gilgamesh couldn't help but chuckle, and his abdominal muscles began to ache again.

But for some reason, when Britain and Artoria were mentioned, the playful smile on the succubus's face lessened considerably, and her voice gradually lowered.

"Go on, Your Majesty is very interested in matters concerning your Britain ..."

Gilgamesh casually picked up another jug of wine and tossed it to the Great Sage opposite him, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were quite looking forward to it.

It's rare to hear this old liar open up and reveal his inner softness.

Tonight, he's willing to be a listener.

Anyway, the rain was heavy and the night was long.

Bound by fate, and yearning to break free of their shackles, it was not only Uruk was affected, but also Britain.

Meanwhile, Quetzalcoatl, who had been settled in the embassy, heard the noise, got up and opened the door. A father and daughter from Uruk, carrying a basket full of fruit and snacks, were coming in the rain.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you, Lord Quetzalcoatl."

"Thank you for the awn you sent last time..."

"It's a mango!"

The daughter, with her hair in a ponytail, tilted her head up to make up for her father's forgetfulness.

"Yes, yes, mango!"

"After eating this, I feel much more energetic, and the aches and pains in my body have completely disappeared. I really owe it to you."

"To express our gratitude, we have brought some local specialties from Uruk. We hope you will not find them offensive."

Feathered Serpent God suddenly remembered that this was the soldier at the city gate who had been corrupted by Death Qi. He had seen that the soldier was in pain, so he had helped him out.

Unexpectedly, the soldier actually remembered her and even went out of his way to find her current location to deliver a thank-you gift in the rain.

"Ah, I've wanted to try Uruk's food and fruits for a long time, thank you."

Quetzalcoatl smiled and bent down to gently stroke the little girl's head, a warm golden light, like the sun, entering the back of the child's head.

Those who have reverence for God will also be loved by God.

This is a blessing; although it cannot grant her extraordinary power, it can ensure that this fragile life is free from illness and disaster, and enjoys long and healthy life.

The three then went inside, exchanged a few pleasantries, and the father and daughter got up to take their leave.

On a rainy night street, the father and daughter ran home with a sense of relief, filled with joy and excitement.

Quetzalcoatl watched them return home, then looked up at the dark, distant night sky, spread his palms, caught raindrops the size of soybeans, and sighed.

You are being far too cruel to these children.

In the sacrificial altar pavilion, the hearth fire roared, and the Jaguar Man, lying on the soft fur carpet of the magical beasts, sipped his ale while tearing at the roasted meat on the iron skewer with his mouth dripping with oil.

As he became slightly tipsy, the feline with flushed cheeks, reeking of alcohol, rambled on about his glorious epic of beating up Quetzalcoatl and dominating two solar ages.

Around him, a dozen priests serving the deity were writing and organizing notes on Clay Tablet with pained expressions, while the shrine maiden was responsible for creating a statue of him.

Inside the kitchen, meat hanging in the oven sizzled and crackled with oil, while four or five professional chefs took turns serving their signature dishes, and even offered some fruit to cleanse the palate.

Wow, Uruk is paradise! It's perfect for leopards to live in!

The Jaguar Man deity, whose bones were soft and who felt almost ethereal, was completely immersed in this all-encompassing service.

But after rolling around on the blanket a few times, Miss Leopard Person looked displeased at the raindrops tapping on the window.

The low-hanging, dark clouds made her feel quite depressed, and she was never able to fully enjoy herself.

Yes, the heavy rain outside is a bit annoying; it makes it hard to sleep soundly.