Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

[Looking at Moran's skilled and exquisite operation]

[His proud and imposing figure like a god]

[The King's Treasures that opened one after another were like his arms, using them with ease. It was as if he was the true master of this treasury]

[Gilgamesh felt that he, who was constantly dodging in this continuous bombardment, was like a clown being driven by a whip]

[He was very annoyed, very ashamed]

[You always come up with these ruthless tricks]

[This is also what makes him both jealous and hateful]

[But to be honest, looking at the dazzling golden light behind you, and that calm and elegant appearance]

[The first thought that arose in Gilgamesh's heart was]

[This is the posture that the supreme king should have!]

[You are indeed his older brother, the victor who has always been one step ahead of him. Admiration was suppressed in the deepest part of his heart]

[Now that things have come to this, Gilgamesh doesn't care about the ownership of the treasure; he feels it's not really necessary to dwell on it. This treasure is property you both collected together. His displeasure stems more from the fact that you've mastered such a fun way to use the King's Treasure, but you haven't shared it with him.]

[Looking at your posture, he knows very well]

[that you definitely didn't just start thinking about playing with the King's Treasure recently, but have been plotting it in secret for a long time.]

[He is envious; he is, in short, extremely envious.]

[This emotion surfaces in his heart.]

[Although Gilgamesh also wants to try imitating your use of the King's Treasure, he has only seen you use it for a short time and is far from being able to launch treasures as freely as you do.]

[His efficiency is far inferior to yours and Enkidu's.]

[Moreover, in a battle of your caliber, fighting with an unfamiliar combat style would only allow others to exploit your weaknesses.]

[He can't be so foolish as not to know this.]

[However, amidst the torrential rain of countless Noble Phantasms, Gilgamesh secretly makes a decision in his heart.]

[In the future, he will also use the King's Treasure in this way.]

[To casually throw out things that the world regards as rare treasures to kill enemies—such a luxurious and stylish act is what Gilgamesh should do, the way that best embodies his kingly majesty.]

"——Ugh!"

Gilgamesh, who had been dodging all along, suddenly stopped.

No, it wasn't that he wanted to stop.

Rather, a chain emerged from the ground and bound his feet.

"This chain… is it specifically for binding gods!? Could it be the Chains of Heaven!?"

Gilgamesh had heard of the affairs of the gods.

He had long heard of this divine weapon.

He originally thought Enkidu was just throwing out ordinary chains, but he never expected Enkidu to use them here.

With two-thirds of his blood being of divine origin, breaking free from the Chains of Heaven is no easy task for him.

A sense of crisis is constantly assailing Gilgamesh.

"Well, Gil, what are you going to do?"

Moran's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't stop his pursuit just because Gilgamesh was trapped; beating a drowning dog is also his style.

Even in a friendly spar, he would do this.

A spar should be done with all your strength.

Otherwise, there's no point.

Being complacent because of a momentary victory, like Gilgamesh, is not Moran's way.

He also doesn't want Gilgamesh to have this bad habit.

Therefore, personal instruction is the most suitable.

At least it can prevent Gilgamesh from having his elbows chopped off by mortals in the future or something. As his older brother, although he messes with his younger brother quite a bit, he does have things he wants to teach Gilgamesh.

"Hmph——!"

Gilgamesh not only didn't panic,

but instead, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a battle-hungry laugh.

Although he was being overwhelmed by Moran and Enkidu,

having opponents is a joy.

The two before him are the only two opponents in this world who belong solely to him; he is not isolated at the highest point.

Now, another person who can contend with him has appeared.

This is such a joyous and congratulatory thing.

Even saying he's moved wouldn't be an exaggeration; he, like Moran, doesn't want to live a boring life.

"I acknowledge it; you, woman, have the qualifications to stand by my brother's side. Even becoming my opponent is not an overstatement! Also, you are the second person besides my brother Moran who has made me want to draw this sword! Be honored by it!"

Gilgamesh reached out to the side.

Space shattered like fragile glass, and an ancient sword radiating divine light was grasped in his hand.

"EA, though your slumber displeases me, accompany this king to his last moment in this fleeting banquet!"

The crimson wind pressure tore through space and the world.

The wails of destruction echoed continuously.

Even the Chains of Heaven that bound Gilgamesh had to loosen in the face of this wind pressure.

[This Sword of Rupture existed before weapons like swords or spears appeared in history.]

[It predates humans or even planets.]

[It is a treasure among treasures, wielded by the gods to create the world, embodying pure power itself.]

[It is the thing that split apart the heavens and the earth at the beginning of this planet.]

[It cleaves the void to create the sky and pierces the sky to return to the void.]

[Symbolizing the power of beginning and end, it was originally only allowed to be used by Gilgamesh, who inherited the divine factor.]

[But you are also a holder of the divine factor, and your aptitude is even above Gilgamesh's; the Sword of Rupture also recognizes you as one of the masters qualified to wield it.]

"Moran, can I use my full power? If I don't use my full power, it won't be easy to deal with. I don't want the aftermath of our battle to impact the nearby forest."

Enkidu remained calm.

Rather than focusing on Gilgamesh drawing his sword, she decided to seek advice and thoughts from Moran.

"You don't need to listen to me. You are not my weapon; you have the right to decide your own thoughts. If you feel that going all out will make you enjoy yourself, then what's wrong with that? As for the forest, don't worry; I will protect it for you."

As Moran spoke, he withdrew the King's Treasure.

He then grabbed the space in front of him with one hand, activating the Marble Phantasm, a unique ability of the True Ancestor.

On the highland plain, a snow-white, magnificent castle stood and manifested.

Like an incorruptible, eternal dream.

This is a place that the True Ancestor King remembers as inviolable.

The weight of the entire world is concentrated in Moran's hands.