"If you can't ride a horse, then forget it."
Hippolyta gritted her teeth and grabbed a protrusion on the pit wall with her bare hands.
The Queen of the Amazons.
Demigod Warrior.
She climbed the rock with her hands.
I almost slipped and fell several times along the way.
The most embarrassing moment was when she was holding onto a protrusion on the rock face with one hand, and when she reached up with the other hand, the protrusion broke.
She was suspended in mid-air for a second.
Then she desperately reached out her right hand and grabbed another protrusion.
It swayed there for quite a while before finally stabilizing.
"Ha ha..."
She hung on that protrusion, panting heavily.
Then she felt it.
Deeper within the Underworld, there is a faint trace of a contractual connection with oneself.
So faint as to be almost negligible.
But it does exist.
The contractual bond between Master and Servant.
What happened?
Hippolyta frowned and sensed the direction.
"Could it be that their own Master also fell into the Underworld?"
How is that possible?
She has many Master, but who would go to the Underworld for no reason?
Moreover, although the contractual connection was weak, it did not transmit any distress or danger signals.
Hippolyta's lips twitched.
All right.
So she continued climbing.
I don't know how long I climbed.
Eventually, she crawled back to the surface.
Now she lies on the ground, looking at the night sky, her whole body aching.
"..."
Hippolyta closed her eyes.
They crawled back from the Underworld.
This was probably the most humiliating experience she had had since becoming Servant.
The Amazons queen climbed the rock walls of the Underworld like a gecko for hours.
If her clansmen saw this, they would probably laugh at her for a thousand years.
"... Never mind, no one saw it."
She dusted herself off and slowly sat up.
Look around.
Ruins, rubble, and bomb craters.
There are many signs of battle in the distance, but no one is there now.
"Is it all over?"
Hippolyta spoke to herself.
She missed all the battles that followed.
I don't know what happened. I don't know who won. I don't know who's still alive.
But at least, she's still here.
Hippolyta stood up, dusted herself off, and walked toward the city.
The Underworld.
Deep.
A deep blue light enveloped the entire space, and the cold, black rocks gleamed faintly.
The air was filled with the aura of death that all living things instinctively repelled.
But in this place that should have been deathly silent, the atmosphere was now eerily strange.
Right in the center.
Ereshkigal sat on a simple throne made of black rocks, his legs crossed and one hand supporting his chin.
Her red eyes were half-closed, and her expression was one of helplessness and headache.
About ten meters in front of her.
Old Gil leaned against a black stone pillar, arms crossed.
The golden armor reflected a cold light under the eerie blue glow, and his red eyes held a hint of arrogant laughter.
About twenty meters to his left, there was something very comical.
A cage made of intersecting golden spear blades.
The cage wasn't big; there was only enough space for two or three people to stand in.
A soul is locked in a cage.
The soul of the False Caster Gilgamesh.
He sat cross-legged in the cage, his hands bound behind his back with golden chains, and a seal that shimmered with runes covering his mouth.
The sealing belt was added by Ereshkigal.
The reason is simple: this guy hasn't stopped talking since he was locked up.
Three hours.
The constant mockery.
"A mongrel is a mongrel; even his death is so undignified."
" Ishtar's childlike appearance truly suits her intelligence."
"This young king is indeed too inexperienced; he was actually kicked into the Underworld by a bull."
"The Lord of the Underworld's taste remains as terrible as ever."
He mocked everyone.
It doesn't matter if it 'Old Gil, and some of what it said does make sense.
But Ereshkigal couldn't take it anymore.
The dignified Lord of the Underworld was mocked for three hours by a Servant in spirit form.
Then she exploded.
Golden spear blades pierced the ground to form a cage, locking the person inside, and then a sealing band was added to seal their mouth.
Finally, some peace and quiet.
Caster Gilgamesh sat in the cage, his mouth sealed shut, but his red eyes still seemed to be smiling.
That kind of laugh that says, "I can't say it, but I'm laughing at you in my heart, you know that, right?"
Ereshkigal's temple throbbed.
She chose not to look at him.
Then there's another direction.
About thirty meters away.
A small figure crouched on a black rock, hugging his knees with both hands and burying his face in them.
Ishtar.
Ishtar, who looks like a ten-year-old child.
Ishtar after being stripped of her powers seven times.
Its strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be.
He went from being the master of the Bull of Heaven to a weakling who couldn't even defeat an ordinary Servant.
Her long silver hair had become much shorter, and her gorgeous clothes had shrunk to a child's size.
She exuded an aura of "I don't want to talk, I don't want to see anyone, I need some peace and quiet."
Old Gil would occasionally glance at her.
Then a subtle expression appeared on his face.
It looked like he wanted to laugh but was holding it in.
"What are you looking at?"
A muffled sound came from behind the knees.
"Nothing."
Old Gil averted his gaze.
The corners of her mouth curved upwards slightly.
You're laughing!
"No."
You're definitely laughing!
"I just find your figure unexpectedly more pleasing to the eye than usual."
"You!!!"
Ishtar jumped up from the rock, pointing at Old Gil's nose, ready to hurl insults.
But she's too short right now.
Even when standing straight, it only reaches the area where Old Gil my lower back.
Her finger trembled as she pointed at Old Gil's abs.
The angle is not quite right.
The effect was much worse.
Old Gil looked down at her.
"What are you doing?"
"..."
Ishtar lowered her hand.
He turned around and walked back.
He crouched back down on the rock.
Bury your face in your knees.
They fell silent.
Ereshkigal witnessed this scene and sighed deeply.
At that very moment.
An unusual fluctuation emanated from the direction of the entrance to the Underworld.
A new soul has arrived.
The soul slowly fell from the upper levels of the Underworld, drifting into this dark blue space like a glowing leaf.
The form of the soul gradually became clear.
Long green hair.
Green eyes.
A neutral, handsome face.
White clothing.
Enkidu.
His soul slowly descended to the ground of the Underworld.
The green eyes opened.
Then he saw the scene before him.
Directly ahead.
Ereshkigal sat on the simple throne, his face bearing an expression that said, "Why is it another one today?"
left.
Old Gil leaned against the stone pillar, arms crossed, and gestured with his chin towards him.
"Yo, Enkidu. Welcome to the Underworld."
On the left:
Inside a cage made of golden spear blades, Caster Gilgamesh, whose mouth was sealed with a bandage, was winking at him.
Those red eyes seemed to be saying, "Come quickly and save me!"
At the same time, they're also saying, "Look how miserable you are, hahaha."
Two emotions coexist.
right.
Ishtar, who looked like a ten-year-old child, squatted on the rock, burying her face in her knees, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Her shoulders were trembling slightly.
I don't know if she's crying or suppressing her anger.
"..."
Enkidu opened his mouth.
It closed again.
He looked around.
I glanced at the Old Gil.
He glanced at Caster Gilgamesh in the cage.
I also looked at the scaled-down version of Ishtar.
Finally, his gaze fell upon Ereshkigal.
"This..."
Enkidu's lips moved.
Its golden eyes reflected a deep blue light, and its mouth was half-open.
"... What's going on?"
Even Enkidu, Divine Construct, was speechless for a moment in the face of this scene.
Seeing Enkidu's stunned expression, Old Gil finally couldn't hold back.
Hahahaha!
The laughter of the young King of Heroes echoed through the Underworld.
Caster Gilgamesh, trapped in the cage, made indistinct "uh-uh-uh" sounds.
It's probably something like, "What are you laughing at? Bring the seal here and I'll tear it off."
But no one could hear it clearly.
Nobody wanted to hear it clearly.
Ishtar buried her face even deeper into her knees.
His shoulders shook even more violently.
Ereshkigal crossed his arms over his chest and said in a completely numb tone:
"Just find somewhere to sit."