Just then, a young man suddenly rushed out from the side and firmly shielded Ilya behind him.
He was weak to the extreme, yet he showed not the slightest trace of fear.
Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes were filled with mockery, as if he were looking at a bug:
" mongrel, you dare jump in front of this king? Who gave you the courage?"
How dare a mere ordinary human try to stop him?
[The Strongest Heracles Fan—Heracles!]
[He actually surpassed his own mythology and reached the thirteenth trial. Just how terrifying must his willpower be?!]
[He was only a step away from defeating the King of Heroes!]
[He broke free of Enkidu—could it be that he completely abandoned his divinity and the demigod's Noble Phantasm, staking everything on this fight?]
[No wonder that in The Oldest King, Nameless started arguing with the King of Heroes the moment they met... Who could possibly endure that?!]
[Keep fighting, Nameless of youth!]
"How moving. This is what a true hero is!"
Luo Ya's eyes shimmered with tears.
Anyone could see that if he abandoned his protection of Ilya, he would have a slim chance of defeating the King of Heroes.
But,
Heracles had not done so even once.
He would rather withstand the bombardment of Noble Phantasms than abandon Ilya.
From beginning to end, this man had completed the ultimate mission of protection.
He had even surpassed his own mythology and broken free of Enkidu!
It was the most tragic and the most glorious scene, an ultimate sublimation and transformation born from burning himself away!
"Berserker... Emiya..."
Tears burst from Ilya's eyes.
At that moment, all her memories came rushing back.
She remembered that tragic yet warm period of her past.
That young man had been immature and youthful, yet he had bravely and