"You... you're Enkidu?"
Mash was the first to react in surprise.
If Chaldea could monitor the situation here, they had probably already been thrown into an uproar.
After all, if the young man before them really was Enkidu, that was no small matter.
Enkidu was an existence equal to King of Heroes Gilgamesh: the world's strongest divine weapon, created through the combined efforts of the gods. He could freely transform his body and even slay enemies as a Noble Phantasm in his own right. He possessed both the softness to change shape at will and the sharpness to cut through anything, a manifestation of nature capable of killing and binding even divine beasts—so much so that he was known as a "Noble Phantasm with a will."
Even Gilgamesh, a tyrant himself, had been unable to defeat him. It was easy to imagine just how powerful this divine weapon was.
To put it bluntly, even in the Throne of Heroes, he was a figure capable of sweeping through an entire faction. He was unquestionably an existence of the irregular class, standing at the pinnacle of Heroic Spirits.
However, the Enkidu of this moment was neither a Heroic Spirit nor a Servant. He was truly alive, existing in the world as he had in life.
"A divine weapon..."
Attila stared at Enkidu, the aura radiating from her body dangerously intense.
Naturally, Enkidu clearly sensed that aura.
"Could you stop staring at me like that?" Enkidu said helplessly. "I don't know what kind of existence you are, but for some reason, my instincts tremble in your presence. This is the first time I've felt anything like it since I was born. Please understand my cowardice."
At that, Attila fell silent.
But she shifted her gaze away, and the dangerous aura around her also