The rich, magnetic voice issued a low warning.
This was the concern that the wise king Gilgamesh showed toward his juniors, as well as the life lessons this oldest King of Heroes among humanity had gained after his transformation.
Faced with such a Gilgamesh, Fujimaru Tachibana could not help saying, "It seems that you have many unforgettable experiences, King Gilgamesh. During your journey, you must have left behind many profound memories, right?"
Hearing that, Gilgamesh froze slightly. Then, after a long silence, he spoke in a wistful yet heavy tone. "This king remembers all of it—whether it was the radiant heroic epics, the tedious routes of travel, or the disputes between us..."
As the golden king, stripped of his flamboyant golden armor, spoke those words, a faintly sorrowful BGM began to play.
Scenes of memories surfaced one after another.
There were images of Gilgamesh in his days as a tyrant, mercilessly tormenting his enemies.
There was the image of the golden king meeting his one and only close friend.
There were scenes of him living freely with Enkidu and Siduri, dreaming together of the future.
There was the scene where he finally lost his one and only friend in the rain, able only to watch as that friend turned into the Mud of the Gods.
What ultimately remained was the sight of Gilgamesh sitting in his vehicle, expressionless, his eyes lowered and unfocused as he stared ahead.
It showed that Gilgamesh had already sunk into his memories—a scene brimming with stories, one that left anyone who saw it feeling heartbroken and melancholy.
It was clear that this golden king had fallen into a state of recollection, and the things he had experienced and borne were visibly heavy at a glance.
Without question, this was an expression Gil-chan from the Holy