Gilgamesh had a dream.
"Hey, hey!"
A familiar voice rang by his ear, but Gilgamesh was still somewhat dazed and could not open his eyes right away.
"Hey! Hey—! Gil, are you dead?!"
Gilgamesh tried to force his eyes open, but he still could not muster any strength.
"Gil? Wake up, Gil?"
"Get up, Enkidu. If this bastard won't get up, then watch me—"
Smack!
"Argh——!"
Gil leaped up from his throne, glaring furiously at the person who had just slapped him awake.
"Annanu, you fucking—!"
Annanu only grinned, utterly unconcerned. He turned to Enkidu and pointed his thumb backward at Gilgamesh.
"Haha, he's mad."
"See? I told you this worked better than just yelling for him to wake up!"
Enkidu stood beside Annanu, looking helpless, though it was obvious he was holding back laughter.
"You—" Gilgamesh was so furious his nose nearly crooked. He immediately wanted to jump down from his throne and beat Annanu senseless.
Never mind whether he could win—he would fight even if he could not!
"Gil!"
Yet the two overlapping voices made him stop.
"Sit on the throne," Annanu said sternly.
"You are not yet at the point where you can step down from that throne," Enkidu said, his expression unprecedentedly severe as well.
Faced with his two serious brothers, Gilgamesh could not help but freeze for a moment. Then he ground his teeth and glared at Annanu.
"If I can't leave my throne right now, then don't slap me, you idiot. Are you fucking stupid?"
Though he said that, Gilgamesh still sat back down on his throne, baring his teeth as he rubbed his noble face.
Annanu did not respond. He merely stood beside Enkidu, smiling at Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh also fell silent, looking down at them quietly and sadly.
"Congratulations, Gil. You did it