Whenever John visited, he could never help staring at Gilgamesh's face.
Gilgamesh squirmed under his gaze. Finally unable to bear it, he complained, "What exactly are you looking at?"
"I was thinking that your Creator really had a unique sense of aesthetics."
Gilgamesh: "?" Was he calling me ugly?
Of course John wasn't. If he cared about appearances, he could never have become friends with Hagrid.
Hagrid, who was discussing wedding plans with Madame Maxime, sneezed. Madame Maxime tenderly wiped his beard for him.
Ever since helping Thena resolve her Mahd Wy'ry, John had been on good terms with the Eternals.
Of course, that was limited to Gilgamesh and Thena.
One had an Asian face, while the other looked Western.
He had heard there were Latin American and Indian members too.
John had no idea how the Celestials had made them so diverse.
Gilgamesh looked rough on the outside, but he was actually a sensitive househusband with exceptional cooking skills.
Wearing a pink apron, he chopped onions and said, "I'm very grateful that you helped Thena. Ever since she received treatment, her Mahd Wy'ry hasn't resurfaced."
Gilgamesh had no idea that, as tools whose memories were repeatedly reset, he and Thena would be reset again once the Celestial on this world was born.
In essence, that was not so different from treating her by having the Eternals erase her memories directly.
"We like it here." He placed the chopped onions on a plate, added sauce to make a marinade, and spread it evenly over the chicken. "Ever since we guided humans to establish their own civilization, we've grown fond of this place."
"The Eternals cannot interfere with the development of civilization. We can only protect life here from extinction-level disasters. That is our mission."
Those hands, capable of punching a