Gilgamesh did not waste much time.
Or rather, wars on the scale of city-states were often easy to bring to an end.
In less than half a month, the soldiers who had gone out to war had all returned to Uruk. They took off their bloodstained leather armor and turned to the fields and forests.
Uruk's soldiers were conscripted from ordinary people. In peacetime, they were farmers, hunters, and craftsmen, but whenever Gilgamesh wished it, they could become soldiers at any time, take up their spears, and serve him.
But at present, this matter did not hold Gilgamesh's attention.
His gaze rested elsewhere.
"So you mean the abnormality in the Cedar Forest has reached such an urgent stage?" Gilgamesh's terrifyingly red eyes stared at Kaderki, who knelt below him, and a dangerous aura seeped from his body.
That danger was not directed at Kaderki, but at the two people sitting on the ceiling nearby—one quiet and still, the other swinging his feet.
This is my great hall, for heaven's sake! Can't you two be a little more serious?!
But Kaderki knew none of this. A layer of sweat had already covered his head, and he did not even dare to move.
Was the king angry? Was it because of my report?
Was it directed at me? Or at those Demonic Beasts mentioned in my report?
"Yes, my king." Though he was so frightened that he had forgotten to tremble, Kaderki still remembered what he was supposed to do. "The number of Demonic Beasts has surged, and powerful species have also been appearing. This is clearly abnormal."
"Please, for Uruk's safety... do something."
His forehead pressed against the floor, and the torrent of sweat instantly soaked through that small patch of ground.
Gilgamesh said nothing. He merely beckoned to Siduri.
Siduri