Fate: Nameless Hero

Early update cuz I need to sleep properly.

Can't have those teachers catch me lacking XD.

Ahhh fuck.

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Against the backdrop of a never-ending tide of Lahmu monsters—

A certain figure stood out: glowing green hair that shimmered with the colors of nature, swaying wildly in the chaos.

Countless viewers watching the broadcast tensed up in an instant—

GoatedBalls-[WTF—why is she here?! Don't tell me she's still clinging to Tiamat to keep playing tool!]

Blorbo-[Showing up at this critical moment… with power rivaling even the King of Heroes, she could cause total devastation!]

YeetTheInfidel-[Seriously, Nameless and Gilgamesh shouldn't have spared her! Just let the enemy die!]

MonaLigmaBalls-[No way… could she be switching sides now?]

"She should've been taken out the first chance they got," Illya muttered with a frown.

Let's not forget—

Nearly everything up until now had been orchestrated by her alone.

From the formation of the Three Goddess Alliance…

To aiding the Beast Goddess in her campaign to exterminate humanity…

To awakening Tiamat herself—

It was all her doing.

In short, Kingu was the true final boss.

Even Tiamat hadn't drawn this much hate. After all, she sealed away 90% of her power as soon as she appeared—and spent most of the fight just taking hits while singing.

Her only real attack had been a sneak strike that pierced Gilgamesh's chest and seriously injured him.

"Please trust onii-chan," Miyu said calmly.

If he spared her, it could only mean that something had changed in this divine weapon who had always worked against them.

A metamorphosis had occurred—a butterfly breaking from its cocoon.

There was no way her brother—someone possibly possessing Clairvoyance and foresight of the future, even considered by people a candidate for Grand Archer—would let such a dangerous enemy live without good reason.

"Hm… you're right," Illya nodded, turning her attention back to the screen.

Both Nameless and Gilgamesh had spared her—there had to be meaning behind that choice.

The video continued.

Even while gravely wounded, the Wise King smiled.

"…Well said. Uruk still stands. This king should also show his true power now! Although I've been giving my all from the start, one must still consider appearances…"

Even with death looming, the King spoke with calm confidence, smiling as if nothing were wrong.

And with that, the audience—already in awe—completely bowed to him.

A ruler strong, caring, and incredibly tsundere—the image of the Tsundere King was forever engraved into their DNA.

Boom!

Before anyone could react, the Wise King suddenly dropped the incantation axe he'd been holding.

Beside him, golden ripples bloomed into view—he reached in and pulled out…

…another axe!?

Audiences watching collectively froze—

As they saw him, Gilgamesh, swing a massive battle axe—

—and cleave a Lahmu clean in half!

TooHotToPeg-[Wait, wasn't he supposed to be a magic-type, hurling Noble Phantasms?]

EverydayNerd-[A Grand Caster who doesn't know melee is no true Grand anything!]

HolySimp999-[So that spellbook was just a prop?!]

The sheer absurdity lightened the previously heavy atmosphere—if only for a moment.

But then—

The ocean of monsters surged again like a tsunami.

Dr. Romani's voice cut in urgently:

"Everyone, over ten thousand Lahmu are advancing—they've formed regiments! They're about to breach the Divine Tower!"

If they succeeded, their entire plan would collapse.

"I'll intercept them!" Mash shouted, already sprinting forward.

But then—

Everyone saw her. That beautiful woman with flowing green hair, soaring toward the Lahmu horde.

"It's Kingu!" Ishtar cried. "That thing wearing Enkidu's skin—we must stop her!"

If she got close, the tower would be obliterated in seconds.

"No need," Nameless calmly raised a hand.

Just as he expected—she had come.

"Pathetic. Just two or three thousand Lahmu and you're already scrambling?" Kingu hovered above, sneering.

"You lecture me as if you've done anything yourselves."

Buzz.

Chains floated around her—every strand piercing and shredding Lahmu like paper.

The monsters howled in rage:

"Kingu?! That trash Kingu is still alive?!"

"The Holy Grail we used as her heart is gone! She shouldn't even exist!"

"Why are you helping humans?!"

"Help humans?" she scoffed. "I am a new human. The only one. I am Kingu!"

Her eyes locked on Nameless and Gilgamesh.

"You gave me freedom. Let me do as I wish. But… I can't!"

She wanted to rage, to cry, to hate, to speak her truth.

She wanted to see these two—her dearest friends—once more.

She wanted to taste Nameless's delicious cooking again… feel his hand gently petting her head.

She wanted to bicker with Gilgamesh again—kick him away and have Nameless all to herself.

But—

These were not her wishes.

They belonged to the body—Enkidu's body.

She was a puppet. A fake. A doll that should not exist.

In the control room, Mordred stared at the screen.

She suddenly saw herself in Kingu.

Born a tool—a disposable weapon.

Her mother Morgan created her only to kill Artoria and take Britain's throne. Kingu too had been betrayed by Lahmu—just a pawn discarded when no longer needed.

She had once hidden her identity under a helmet… forbidden to remove it… and when she finally stood before her father—denied.

Despair had driven her to rebellion.

Just as Kingu now rebelled against the Lahmu, siding with humanity to destroy them.

Just like Mordred had rallied an army to overthrow her father during her campaign on the Isle.

Oh, and another thing—

Just like Kingu had cried:

"But I don't have one, Gil!"

Yes, both had been raised as boys—without the, well… "male signifiers."

"…Only difference is, I haven't turned against my mother yet," Mordred muttered, gaze complex.

The Battle of Camlann had ended with her death and her father becoming the Lion King.

But if Kingu struck down Tiamat…

They'd truly be the same.

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On screen—

Nameless let out a quiet sigh.

"You didn't have to come."

"But I did," Kingu replied, eyes unwavering. "As Kingu, I have no regrets. I was created to sustain the world of humanity!"

In that moment—

An overwhelming desire surged from within.

The desire to leap into his arms.

To feel his gentle touch.

To eat his warm meals again.

But—

She knew.

None of it belonged to her.

BOOM!

A storm of divine spears and chains burst from the ground, shredding every monster in sight.

This was the might of the greatest divine weapon—[Age of Babylon: The Wisdom of the People], counterpart to Gilgamesh's [Gate of Babylon].

Through the earth's power, it summoned endless chains and lances.

As she looked up at the towering form of the Mother of Creation, her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Sorry, Mother… you picked the wrong vessel."

Just then—

Nameless called out from afar:

"Kingu! You are you—unique in all the world! You're no puppet! No one's stand-in!"

Beside him, the King of Heroes stood silently. His crimson eyes fixed on her. Even as blood flowed from his chest wound, he didn't flinch.

"Thank you."

Kingu turned and smiled at them one last time.

And then—

She soared.

Straight toward the colossal figure of Tiamat.

Like a moth flying into the sun.

Or a baby bird… longing to return to its mother's embrace.

Mordred stared blankly at the screen.

"…Is she really going to do it?"

That was the Mother of All Creation.

The Beast of Humanity—Tiamat.

Even as a rebellious knight, she had never dared to face such a threat head-on.

And yet—Kingu charged forward without a second thought.

Golden brilliance erupted in front of her—radiant light blooming from the endless black mud of the underworld.

Countless golden chains burst forth from within.

These chains flew together with Kingu, soaring straight toward the colossal Mother of Creation—Tiamat.

"This body still remembers what it must do."

Kingu gazed up at the immense goddess—the one she had once been willing to give up everything for.

At that moment, the screen began flashing with countless fragmented memories.

They were the memories buried deep within this body—The moment she first met Nameless, confused and innocent.

Her fated hostility when she encountered her destined rival, the King of Heroes.

The days the three of them hunted ferocious monsters together, defending Uruk.

The final desperate war against the gods, when the connection between mankind and the divine was severed.

And even—

That moment when the priestess, though transformed into a grotesque Lahmu, still risked everything to save her.

All of it—

All of it resurfaced in that moment, playing out before the eyes of every viewer.

The audience that once hated her with burning passion…

Found their expressions softening, complex emotions rising.

Their hatred, hostility, disgust… all slowly faded as she soared skyward.

Tiamat's violet-red eyes watched her lovingly.

"Aaaaa..."

But no one could understand the words she spoke.

And then—

A sorrowful melody began to play…

"So just tell me now..."

"Just tell me now..."

"Why are you crying now?"

"Even if I can never return again..."

The music swelled—

Golden brilliance flared to its peak.

"O Great Cup of Uruk, grant me your strength!"

A blinding golden cross exploded before her.

"Mother's fury is a thing of the past. Now I will awaken the breath of the planet—!"

"O' Humans, Let Us Restrain The Gods!"

[Enuma Elish!!!]

BOOM!

Endless golden chains erupted with divine power—binding Tiamat's towering form in their grasp.

Kingu's body dissolved, transforming into the Chains of Heaven, unleashing a power equal to the King of Heroes himself.

And in that moment—

Even Tiamat could not move forward another inch.

The viewers were stunned in awe—

They stared blankly at the screen.

A divine weapon once created to destroy humanity—Now, once again, wielded its sword for the sake of mankind.

And Gilgamesh… once more, watched a friend disappear before his eyes.

But—

Standing atop the city wall, grievously wounded, the King of Heroes raised his hand and pointed toward the bound Mother Goddess.

His voice was calm and powerful:

"Hahaha! Look—Tiamat is right before us. A few more steps, and she would destroy the tower completely. But she can't move! You must be frustrated! And that's how it should be! The Chains of Heaven can now bind even the Mother of Creation herself! Farewell! You've proven yourself as worthy as you ever were!"

Even one as arrogant as the King of Heroes—

Openly acknowledged her without hesitation in that moment.

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Outside the video—

Kirina stared, mouth agape. "Holy crap—Chains of Heaven can bind even a Beast of Humanity?!"

It was unthinkable.

The Chains of Heaven, crafted by the gods themselves, were made to suppress demigods like Gilgamesh.

They were never meant to restrain a Primordial Goddess.

After all, even the gods couldn't truly bind Tiamat.

But now—

The chains had completely restrained Beast II, who had transcended into a manifestation of Humanity's Evil.

For a full hour.

What did that even mean?

It meant the chains had surpassed their myth—reaching a realm of impossibility.

"Yeah…" murmured Sanjiro, his expression dazed as he watched the screen. "Just like Heracles who surpassed his own myth through sacrifice—Kingu did the same."

Enkidu… Kingu…

In the cycle of rebirth, some say what you believe is what becomes real.

Time flows on.

And in this world, two flowers bloomed so alike—

One withered.

One blossomed.

In that moment, Sanjiro felt a gentle tremor against his chest—like something within him stirred. That beautiful person, once utterly destroyed—was beginning to awaken again.

At the same time—

Kirina suddenly scratched herself awkwardly.

"…Why do I feel itchy? Like I've been wrapped up in chains or something?"

It was strange.

As she watched Tiamat being bound layer upon layer—

She felt a strange, inexplicable empathy.

Far too strange.

"You need a bath," Sanjiro replied nonchalantly.

Back in the video—

Standing on the wall, Nameless turned and quietly asked:

"King of Heroes… do you regret it?"

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes held a faint, peaceful smile.

"I have watched a dear friend depart twice. The first time was in sorrow… but this time, their noble figure is forever etched into my memory. Besides… I may yet meet him again. If Enkidu could return as Kingu… then Nameless too might return in some other form."

Life is long—

To find a friend to live and die beside… truly, a blessing beyond words.

Nameless's lips twitched. He was about to say something when—

Suddenly, in the skies above—

Ishtar shouted:

"Everything's ready! Time to blast her straight underground! Are you prepped, Golden Shiny?!"

"Hmph. I'm the King of Heroes. Don't insult me with such questions." Gilgamesh gazed at the slowly reawakening Tiamat.

"I had been pondering what death I might choose… but it seems I no longer have to decide!"

"Your Majesty, please retreat!" Mash called out urgently.

"No need! I am the greatest bait of all!"

Gilgamesh raised his head, looking up at the goddess before him.

"Tiamat—come! This is the gate to your grave!"

Nameless gave him one final look.

Then—

He raised his voice toward the sky.

"Your turn, Ishtar! The time has come to wash away the humiliation of before! Bury the Mother of Creation beneath the earth!"

"Haha! Leave it to me! Time to show you my TRUE godly form!"

Ishtar laughed triumphantly.

"Gate Open!!"

Wmmm...

A familiar scene returned.

The sky split open.

A massive star slowly emerged from the void.

"To the great heavens… and the great earth—what happens next isn't my problem!"

Ishtar unleashed her Noble Phantasm, burning all her mana in one shot—

[An Gal Ta Ki Gal Šè: Kindling of Venus that Shook the Mountains!!]

BOOM!!!

The concept of Venus itself took form as a massive arrow—

And slammed into Tiamat.

And simultaneously struck all of Uruk.

This woman—

Had finally fulfilled her dream of blowing up Uruk.

BOOM—RUMBLE!!!

Everyone now understood—

Just how terrifying the "useless goddess" could be at full power.

The fortified city built by the Wise King collapsed beneath the impact. Tiamat was blasted deep underground.

Nameless and Mash fell together, hand in hand.

And the final sight they saw—

Was the King of Heroes, standing atop the wall.

Wearing the softest smile of all.

This was a king—

Who chose to perish alongside Uruk.

Not a single step back.

Countless viewers suddenly felt even greater admiration and affection—

FuyukiGasLeak-[Farewell, King of Heroes!]

GigglesThenShit-[Sigh… my favorite Wise King, choosing once again to perish with Uruk…]

PostNutRealityMarble-[The once chuuni tyrant, after watching Nameless and Enkidu fall, became the greatest king of the age.]

RUMBLE—

All of Uruk was collapsing and sinking into the underworld. Nameless and Mash, in hot pursuit, suddenly saw a familiar face.

"You're back in my house again?"

Ereshkigal had already rushed out to meet them, proudly declaring:

"I've granted you the right to float in the underworld! Fly however you like! Also, you're technically not counted as living beings down here!"

"…You dummy," Nameless responded bluntly.

Though it was technically a scolding, it made Ereshkigal blush.

She turned her head away.

"Hmph. I am the Queen of the Underworld, the wisest being beneath the starry skies! Far more clever than my airheaded sister!"

This exchange left many viewers utterly confused.

Wait, what?!

She's the goddess of the underworld, right? Granting them that status means they won't get corrupted by the underworld. Otherwise, living people would be turned into corpses just by being there!

Why is he scolding her? That's ungrateful as hell!

No one explained further—so the audience held their confusion and kept watching.

On the screen:

The fallen primordial goddess, Tiamat, was now being bombarded by countless bolts of divine lightning.

Her massive body was completely engulfed by those thunderous blasts.

Romani's face turned pale. "Each of these bolts is equivalent in power to Ishtar's Noble Phantasm!"

Everyone watching froze.

After all, Ishtar's single strike had previously leveled all of Uruk.

And yet now, dozens upon dozens of those same-level blasts were raining down on Tiamat—and not a single one was doing critical damage.

Nameless said calmly, "It's the underworld's defense system. All intruders not acknowledged by the great ruler of this realm get punished like this."

"Hmph! So be grateful!" Ereshkigal puffed up with pride.

After all, it was by this very mechanism that she had once easily suppressed Ishtar when her sister tried to force her way into the underworld.

Nameless added, "But it's not enough."

"…How could it not be enough!?" Ereshkigal protested.

And then—

To her shock, black mud surged from beneath Tiamat, forming a tidal wave of chaotic corruption that began to flood the entire underworld.

Nameless sighed.

"Give it up. You've fully linked Uruk and the underworld now—your authority here is useless against her."

Originally, the plan was to punch a hole through the land and knock Tiamat underground.

But…

Ereshkigal had already hollowed out Uruk from the start.

Once Ishtar bombarded her, it was inevitable Tiamat would fall into the underworld.

The only silver lining—

There were no living people left in Uruk.

And Tiamat was greatly weakened.

But not enough.

She still had to be stripped of her immortality—and forced to die.

Ereshkigal cried out, "No way—we can't beat her!"

And it wasn't just that.

Tiamat's humanoid form had already started transforming—bit by bit—into her true draconic form.

In that state, every single injury she had previously suffered began healing rapidly.

In mere moments, her core had fully regressed to the Age of Gods—and even further, back to the Jurassic Era.

She had now fully returned to her primordial, creator-goddess form.

Romani gasped. "She's turned into her dragon form… This is her original body—the true Mother of Creation!"

Overwhelmingly powerful.

Endless black mud once again surged throughout the underworld like a tidal wave. From that chaos, new monstrosities emerged—twisted and grotesque Lahmu.

They spread like a plague, seeking to consume the entire underworld.

"If we're going to defeat Tiamat, we have to evaporate all that mud!" Romani said gravely.

Unfortunately…

The Quetzalcoatl who had earlier unleashed a miniature sun—was now completely drained of magical energy.

If not for Jaguar Man saving her in time, she would've already been consumed and blackened by the mud.

Nameless turned toward the distance. "Time to pull your weight, Flower Magus."

Buzz—

With his words, flower petals suddenly bloomed across the underworld, spreading rapidly.

In the middle of that infinite field of flowers—

A white-robed mage appeared. "Wow, you really did sense me, huh?"

"You?!" Romani was stunned.

This man had previously been summoned—and was killed by Tiamat. How was he here again?

Merlin laughed. "Haha! That wasn't me being summoned. I ran all the way here from Avalon! This is the real Merlin!"

Yes—this was the true, complete Magus of Flowers.

And with his endless field of blossoms, he began dismantling the source of Tiamat's power—purging the black mud.

"Ugh, thanks a lot, Merlin," Nameless muttered with open disdain.

The two had a long history of rivalry.

But now, they were reluctantly teammates. No choice but to fight side-by-side.

"I hate tragic goodbyes," Merlin said with a fake-deep look. "Even if it ruins my image, I had to come."

"…Is that so?" Nameless frowned, clearly not buying it.

Viewers were just as skeptical:

BobUchiha-[What the hell? Merlin actually has a conscience?!]

NotSunKnight-[Bullshit—he hates goodbyes? This guy watched Artoria and Mordred fight to the death and just shrugged!]

RebelliousExecutive-[And didn't he accidentally sabotage Quetzalcoatl by misguiding her? I bet full-power Quetz could've broken Tiamat's horns alone!]

Back in the present—

Merry watching the video let out a quiet breath. "Whew… Thank goodness Nameless never found out."

If he had figured it all out…

Merry was certain Nameless would've beaten the crap out of her before going after Tiamat.

Tamamo-no-Mae watched the screen, amused. "Tch… You really are a nightmare. Two-faced to the bone."

Pretending to be an aloof sage… while secretly playing dirty behind the scenes.

She'd seen it clearly.

Back during the Temple of Blood siege—

The plan had been for Quetzalcoatl to throw her giant axe next to the temple, while Merlin guided it to avoid violating the pact of the Three-Goddess Alliance.

But—

Merlin had "accidentally" let the axe land on the temple.

Sure, it broke through the defenses.

But it also triggered a divine punishment from the alliance's contract—halving Quetzalcoatl's divine power and godly traits.

If she'd been at full power—

She might've broken through Tiamat's defenses alone.

"No way," Merry pouted, kicking her white-stockinged feet in the air. "I'm the Savior of Humanity!"

"..."

Tamamo had no words.

The whiter she looks, the blacker her heart…

She made a mental note: Never trust her.

She hadn't forgotten—

Back when Shikotei appeared…

Merry had sensed it happening—but snuck away through a dream without saying a word.

She'd nearly been turned into a fox-skin rug!

It took sacrificing one of her tails just to escape with her life.

Still, it wasn't all bad.

That near-death experience let her unlock her fifth tail.

She was now just one step away from her six-tailed peak form—her ultimate power.

When that day came—

She'd be truly invincible.

And when that happened…

Not even crippled Nameless, relying on Shikotei's power, would be a threat.

Even the First Emperor and the King of Heroes—

All must be suppressed by her!

As Tamamo-no-Mae dreamt of her inevitable triumph—

Back in the video feed—

The dragon-shaped, fully healed Tiamat suddenly unfurled her wings.

She was flying again!

This terrifying Beast of Humanity was actually trying to return to the surface!

If she made it back above ground, everything—all sacrifices, all plans—would be for nothing!

At that moment—

The ever-graceful Magus of Flowers smiled and said:

"You've struggled so hard to make it this far… And yet—it's still not enough."

Mash, tense and breathless, asked:

"Wait… Is there still someone else who can help?"

After all, even with all the goddesses going all out, Tiamat had healed every single wound.

Her power was so overwhelming it left them in despair.

Merlin replied cryptically:

"Oh, of course. A powerful Servant—one summoned not by the World, but by a Master. One who willingly gave up his Grand title… Just for the chance to face Tiamat."

Merlin was still putting on airs—speaking in riddles, dripping with mystique.

After all, he himself couldn't defeat Tiamat.

He was only a Grand Caster candidate, not a true Grand. This would require the intervention of a real Grand Servant.

Just as he was about to continue posturing—

Nameless suddenly raised his head and said calmly:

"Look to the sky, all of you. Behold your end, Mother of Creation. The god of death has arrived."

"…"

Huh?!

"You stole my line?!" Merlin stared in disbelief.

At that moment, a terrible thought crossed his mind:

Wait… does Nameless have Clairvoyance too?! Is he a third Grand candidate? If so… could he have already seen through all the schemes I pulled earlier?

If he had…

Merlin began to sweat nervously.

What exactly would he do to me once he finds out everything…?

The confident, aloof, all-knowing mage façade shattered in an instant.

While he stood there awkwardly—

Everyone else followed Nameless's gaze skyward—

And all gasped in unison:

ConstipatedProcrastinator-[The Old Man has arrived! He's bringing Grand-tier firepower!]

BobUchiha-[Remember when he chopped off Ozymandias's head in the temple and just walked out like a boss?]

BoobVenerate-[Absolute legend. Did Nameless invite him too?!]

FateShit-[Nameless, Gilgamesh, King Hassan, a chief god, a beast goddess, the queen of the underworld, a useless goddess, and Jaguar Man as comic relief… What kind of dream team does it take to beat a Beast?]

Meanwhile, in Egypt—

Inside the great temple—

Ozymandias suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Why is he here?!"

He hadn't forgotten.

Back in the "Divine Round Table" incident…

King Hassan had sliced off his head with a single strike.

Ever since then, every time King Hassan appeared, everyone used him as a reference to demonstrate just how terrifying the old man was.

Ozymandias gritted his teeth:

"Have you no respect?!"

He was the Sun King, after all. Yet time and time again, people used him as a mere stepping stone.

Intolerable!

One day, he swore, he would prove his true strength to the world.

At his side, Nitocris mumbled meekly:

"But… you did get your head cut off by King Hassan…"

"I am the incarnation of Ra, the Sun God!" Ozymandias retorted angrily.

Ra—the highest god of the Egyptian pantheon.

And Ozymandias, his earthly vessel. That's why he took pride in calling himself the Sun King. Nitocris, however, bravely pressed on:

"But… you still got your head cut off…"

"I am the King of Kings! Above all gods!"

"…Still, you did get your head cut off…"

"I shall become the invincible divine monarch of the world!"

"…But your head…"

Ozymandias paused.

He glared at her.

"Can we not bring up my head?!"

Nitocris tilted her head.

"But if your temple is so mighty, why couldn't it block a single assassin?"

"Enough! Talk about something else!"

"…So, King Hassan then?"

Ozymandias stared daggers at her.

"I swear, I will slam-dunk you into your own tomb!"

He was furious.

A so-called invincible Sun King, decapitated in one stroke…

While his foe walked out of the temple like a ghost.

It was a humiliation he'd never live down.

Unless—

He someday defeated King Hassan himself.

But when he touched his neck…

He suddenly felt like staying home for a while.

Yes, maybe some extended downtime in the great temple…

Back to the video—

Before a stunned audience—

A figure clad in heavy armor, holding a massive greatsword, with blue flames dancing in his eye sockets, appeared high above Tiamat.

His deep, thunderous voice echoed across the battlefield:

"Without death, there can be no life. Only through death does life find meaning. That which you call eternity is not progress—but stagnation."

From his body radiated a deathly stillness more oppressive than the underworld itself.

The Grand Assassin, bringer of silent annihilation, had arrived.

He looked down calmly at the overwhelming Beast of Humanity—

"You who were born from mankind… Your craving for motherly love is the very thing that denies you acceptance. Even if you have long since fallen—As the Mother of Creation, it is only right that I state my name.

From the abyssal valley… from the dark of death itself… I ride forth—Hassan-i-Sabbah, the Old Man of the Mountain."

The moment he arrived—

Even the terrifying Tiamat turned her attention to him.

She could not ignore this presence.

He was a Grand Servant, after all.

A being summoned only to defeat calamities like Beasts of Humanity.

He stood at the apex of all Heroic Spirits—powerful enough to threaten even a Beast.

Gather the seven Grand Servants, and even Beasts can fall.

Nameless bowed a little and said:

"Old Man Hassan—thank you for coming."

King Hassan replied calmly:

"Fated one—I owe you a favor. I am here to repay it."

And then…

His gaze flicked briefly to Romani, who was watching the battle from Chaldea through magical projection.

That single glance—

Made Romani's entire body go cold.

"He definitely recognized who I am…"

Romani knew it.

Grands recognize one another.

The Grand Saint Graph wasn't just power—it was a step closer to the Root. And if a Grand chose to burn their own essence…

Nothing in this world could stop their attack.

There was no way King Hassan didn't see through him.

"Something wrong?" Da Vinci asked, smiling lightly.

"…N-no, it's nothing…" Romani stammered, shaking his head.

This wasn't something she could find out about.

He had to fix the mess he created—on his own.

"Good," Da Vinci said, her expression unchanged.

You adorable little shut-in. You think I don't know? You're too cute when you lie.

The video continued.

King Hassan stood at the highest point, gazing coldly down at the massive Beast.

Then—

With a faint smile, he spoke:

"Fated one—you are the finest student I've ever trained. And now… Let me teach you your final lesson."

Nameless felt a sudden surge of joy:

"Thank you!"

As a Heroic Spirit walking alongside human history and defending proper civilization—The stronger Nameless became, the safer humanity would be.

And this Grand Assassin—

Though he always claimed indifference—

Had been helping all along, with everything he had.

A proud yet kind old man!

Unfortunately...

This move was truly hard to learn.

By burning his Grand Saint Graph, he unleashed the most terrifying attack—one that could slay gods with a single strike!

"Aaaaa..."

Tiamat raised her head and let out a strange, incomprehensible cry.

As if sensing danger.

Faced with this creator goddess that not even the combined might of the gods could defeat—

King Hassan slowly raised his massive two-handed sword, the ghostly blue flames in his eye sockets flaring brightly:

"Watch closely. This is what a true Grand Assassin looks like. I will only teach this once."

DONG!

DONG!!

DONG!!!

Heavy bell tolls rang out.

These tolls seemed to echo deep within the souls of all who heard them, shaking their spirits to the core.

Even the viewers watching the video were left stunned—

There was a horrifying sense of having one's soul torn apart and completely erased.

This—was a Grand-level conceptual assassination!

It ignored all defense.

It ignored distance.

It ignored status and origin.

King Hassan gazed upon Tiamat and declared:

"Listen. The evening bell has tolled thy name."

DONG—DONG—DONG—

The tolls resounded across the entire Underworld, synchronizing with the heartbeats of all who heard them.

"The feathers foreshadow your death—"

The blue flames in King Hassan's eyes burned hotter than ever.

Behind him, a massive and terrifying skeletal face emerged—

"Aaaaaa!!!"

Tiamat let out another screech.

Her vast, blood-colored magical power surged around her as she flapped her wings and took true flight.

In her dragon form, she tried to escape the Underworld completely.

"and behead—"

King Hassan leapt forward.

[Azrael: The Angel That Announces Death]

In that instant, the world turned black and white.

All other colors disappeared—leaving only the boundary between life and death.

Ereshkigal stared, wide-eyed:

"How… how is it possible that he understands the rules of Death better than even I do?"

The world had turned to monochrome.

Life and death—everything was now under his control.

Even she, the dignified ruler of the Underworld, paled in comparison before this ancient assassin.

Under the watchful eyes of all—

King Hassan charged directly at the monstrous manifestation of Human Evil.

Buzz—

Tiamat unleashed beams of terrifying blood-red energy from her eyes.

The very same beams that had earlier pierced even the chest of Gilgamesh without resistance.

But now—

Before the Grand Assassin—

They were effortlessly cleaved in two.

Yes.

King Hassan raised his greatsword and sliced through the deadly crimson beams.

He then charged straight toward Tiamat—and brought his blade down with a thunderous strike.

CRACK—

The blow landed on her horned wings—those mutated horns atop her head that had grown into wings.

Cracks spread across the horns like a spiderweb—

CRACK CRACK CRACK—

The cracks widened, spreading over her entire body, as if her very form was about to collapse.

CRAAACK!!!

Her massive horned wings shattered completely from just that one strike.

BOOOOOOM—

Tiamat, in her colossal dragon form, with her wings severed, plummeted from the sky—

Crashing into the Underworld floor and kicking up endless clouds of dust!

Everyone was utterly speechless.

The world... fell silent.

King Hassan landed on a stone ledge, looked toward Nameless, and said in his usual calm tone:

"I do not need the title of Grand. The proof of my strength lies in that single strike. Have you learned it?"