In the real world, Tokyo, at the Gil household, the twelve-year-old handsome boy Gil scratched his head and said, "It's that King of Heroes again? I just hope he doesn't make as much of a fool of himself this time as he did in the Fifth Holy Grail War."
Beside him, Gil's guardian, the green-haired beauty named Enki, smiled and said, "Oh? Have you started looking forward to that King of Heroes now, Gil?"
Gil immediately shook his head. "I just hope he doesn't embarrass himself like before. He was the famed King of Heroes of history, after all. He was fine in the Fourth Holy Grail War, but the way he was corrupted by that black mud in the Fifth Holy Grail War was really unbearable to watch."
The latter part was purely spoken in a mocking tone.
Upon hearing this, Enki thought for a moment, then nodded deeply in agreement. "Indeed. That King of Heroes who was soaked in black mud really was unbearable to watch."
"Though he kept insisting that he would not be corrupted by All the World's Evil, there truly were some differences in his personality compared to the Fourth Holy Grail War."
"If the one in the Fourth Holy Grail War, while not exactly having a good personality either, still possessed a king's bearing and fearless courage, then the one in the Fifth Holy Grail War just felt like a purely twisted tyrant."
Clearly, even the green-haired beauty, who had always held a favorable impression of the King of Heroes, could not stand the King of Heroes from the Fifth Holy Grail War.
Hated by gods and loathed by ghosts—nothing could describe him more aptly.
Now that the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, had appeared once again, Gil and Enki only hoped he would not