Age of Gods.
Whether in modern society or within thaumaturgical systems, it was a term that felt rather distant.
Goredolf Musik's family had studied alchemy for generations and could more or less be considered a long-established magecraft family, yet even they could only regard the words [Age of Gods] from afar.
The Age of Gods had vanished far too long ago.
King Gilgamesh, holding the Key of Heaven and the Chains of Heaven, flew into the sky alone and used his friend's remains to dye both the heavens and the gods gold. He severed ties with the gods and declared that humanity would no longer depend on them, that mankind would walk its own path.
King Solomon removed the ten golden rings from his fingers, closed his eyes, and calmly embraced his death. He returned that incomparable gift to heaven, telling the gods that humanity no longer needed their aid or guidance, that humans should learn to make their own decisions.
King Arthur held the Holy Sword in one hand and the Holy Spear in the other, leading the Knights of the Round Table Order as they stood tall upon Camlann Hill. They launched an unyielding resistance against the final uprising of Mystery, and from then on, the human world and the world of Mystery completely parted ways.
"Giants are undoubtedly products of the Age of Gods."
Sherlock Holmes reached a conclusion.
"But we only encountered one giant, and you defeated it. Hmm, from that perspective, perhaps you accomplished something only the heroes of myth and history could have done?"
He smiled as he looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.
An ordinary human of flesh and blood, and a Demi-Servant whose Saint Graph was severely lacking—just like the heroes of legend, they had slain a giant that remained from the