Mesopotamia, Uruk.
Gilgamesh was tensely directing the construction of the defensive line.
Mother Goddess Tiamat would awaken—this was something he had known from the very beginning.
Within his blood-red eyes, like fresh blood, were reflected not only light, but visions of the future.
Those eyes that could see through time had shown Gilgamesh what would happen afterward. Therefore, in order to avert the ending of destruction, he had to—
As for when he had seen all of this—
It had actually only been a little over ten years since Annanu and Enkidu had died. Not long after Annanu and Enkidu's deaths, he had seen it all.
"They should be back soon enough."
Seated upon his throne, he diligently handled the affairs in his hands, yet the corner of his mouth unconsciously curved upward.
"My King."
Below the throne, Siduri approached with several clay tablets in her arms.
"Put them there." Gilgamesh pointed to a platform at his right. "Have they still not found where Nanshe went?"
After being summoned as a Divine Spirit Servant, Nanshe had not formed a Servant contract with Gilgamesh. The reason was that Gilgamesh already had quite a few contracted Servants. Adding another—especially a Divine Spirit Servant like Nanshe—would likely place a certain degree of strain on him.
Gilgamesh's own condition was still extremely important.
"Not yet." The much more mature Siduri spoke respectfully. "But before Goddess Nanshe left, she left behind a message."
"She went in the direction of Kurgarru and Galatur."
"What did she say?" Gilgamesh asked as he naturally picked up a clay tablet.
"She seemed to have sensed some familiar presence and instinctively went after it. That was how she put it."
Stepping down from the dais, Siduri waited for Gilgamesh's next command.
"I understand." Gilgamesh nodded and lightly pinched the bridge