"Adekate."
Kurgarru found Adekate, who was directing the troops as they continued constructing the Demonic Beast Front, and greeted him.
The Demonic Beast Front had been under construction for more than half a year. From Kurgarru's perspective, it was already incomparably sturdy and enormous, yet King Gilgamesh and Adekate were still doing everything they could to make the line of defense even stronger.
Was Tiamat truly such a tremendous threat?
"You're here. How has the training been going?"
Adekate rubbed his wrist and smiled as he patted Kurgarru on the shoulder.
Kurgarru had worked alongside him for many years, so they were fairly familiar with each other.
He was a strange man, as though he neither aged nor died. Even though Adekate had already died, they still retained the appearances they had back then.
Kurgarru merely nodded, then stood beside Adekate and looked out at the distant Demonic Beast Front with him.
"Adekate, what did dying feel like?"
After watching for a while, Kurgarru suddenly asked such a question.
"It didn't feel like much." Adekate tilted his head and shrugged. "It was like falling asleep, except you never woke up again."
"Of course, someone like me, who could become a Servant, should be an exception." Adekate wore a pained expression. "I thought I had fallen asleep, but when I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw my own corpse."
"I think that even among all Heroic Spirits, that experience is one of a kind."
Kurgarru nodded in deep agreement. "Indeed."
Being summoned on top of your own corpse was pretty absurd, no matter how you looked at it.
"Actually... I want to experience it."
After two seconds of silence, Kurgarru sat down and spoke to Adekate while staring straight ahead.
"It is not that I long for death. It