I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

"..." Lian silently took a sip of the soup, without responding to Jill's words.

"Hmm... but that's really quite ruthless, Gil?" Grevas nodded as she savored the food Gil had prepared. "It really is a cycle of injury and healing."

“…Well, isn’t that normal?” Jill laughed. “You saw through the formless in just two uses. Although you were clumsy when using the formless to parry, that still amazed me.”

"..." Lian remained silent.

“Young lady, you should thank this guy. If it were me, I wouldn’t have been able to heal you so perfectly.” Grevas picked up a piece of bread and chewed. “Besides, the sword technique that young Gil taught you is different from the one I’m about to teach you, but they are both equally powerful, you know?”

"...What exactly is your purpose?" Lian asked.

"Purpose? You should ask the witch over there. She's helping me find something, and I'm just assisting her as agreed."

After Jill finished speaking, she stood up.

"I'm full," Jill said before leaving.

"..." So the two of them simultaneously turned their attention to the bowl that had been in front of Jill earlier.

I didn't drink any soup... I clearly didn't eat anything...

……

"Om..."

A figure lit up in the golden space.

"It's quite rare that you would come here?" The wise king's crimson eyes swept over the other person.

"...How is your progress?"

"You don't need to worry about it. At least it's still growing," the wise king said in a nonchalant tone.

"...What do you mean? Is he about to reach his [bottleneck] so quickly?"

“I told you, you don’t need to worry about it,” the wise king said in a tone as if shooing away flies. “Hurry up and go, he’ll be coming in soon.”

"……whispering sound."

The figure vanished without a trace.

Jill's figure appeared in this golden space.

"Didn't you say there was something important?" Gil turned his gaze directly to the Wise King.

“Ah, it is indeed quite important. Give me that Conqueror King Class Card,” the Wise King said, extending his hand.

"What do you need this for?" Gil had never liked the Conqueror's Class Cards and had never used them.

Even though this Class Card could grant her a Reality Marble, Gil didn't touch it.

So even when the Wise King asked Gil for a Class Card, Gil didn't hesitate much and took out the Class Card and handed it to the Wise King.

The wise king picked up the class card, and then, what happened next surprised Gilgamesh greatly.

The color on the Iskandar class card began to fade, eventually turning into a blank card.

Then, the card gradually turned gold, and a person wearing a robe and holding a staff appeared on the class card.

Finally, a line of text appeared at the bottom of the card—

Caster (magician).

“This is…” Jill was a little stunned.

"then."

Then the class card flew towards Gilles like a throwing knife, but Gilles reacted quickly, caught it, and looked at the wise king.

“Yes, I altered the internal power of that Class card…” the wise king smiled happily. “Remember this, I’m entrusting this power to you.”

"Finally, due to the loss of the last part of the Chains of Heaven (Enkidu), Enkidu's personality... as you've seen, is a bit too lively," the wise king said, resting his chin on his hands.

"So?" Gil asked, looking at the wise king.

“That’s a good thing. After all, I’m happy to see my best friend’s smile. And then…” the wise king said with an extremely serious expression, “You must remember that my class card cannot be used casually.”

"Because both my class card and that guy's class card represent the [possibilities] of your future now."

“The more it is used, the more likely it is to…” Jill also understood the meaning behind the wise king’s words.

“Yes, the more likely it is to become the possibility you apply. Of course, this only happens when the Class card and the user are the same person,” the Wise King said.

“Oh…so that means if we give this Saber class card to the Knight King when he was young, then…the future Knight King might actually grow into the character represented by this class card?” Gilles said simply.

"Yes, you understand very well." The wise king nodded.

After thinking for a moment, Gil thought, "Okay, I'll try to use Archer's class card as little as possible."

"...Well, whatever you want." The wise king sighed helplessly. "That's it for this time. Hurry up and go back. The destructive factors of this world are no longer something you can handle alone."

"so?"

"Enough with the nonsense, get out of here!"

So the wise king kicked Gil out of the golden space.

"Hey! Why are you kicking someone?!"

Chapter 172 Interlude

After regaining consciousness, Jill opened her eyes.

It's already dawn.

Well……

Jill pulled out her card pack, where the Rider class card was gone, replaced by a Caster class card.

“…That’s incredible…” Gil muttered to himself, then put away the Caster class card.

Currently, Gilgamesh possesses five class cards: Archer, Caster, Saber, Berserker, and Avenger, two of which even represent his own power.

However, A venger...

Jill picked up the class card and discovered that the person bound by chains had disappeared, replaced by a woman holding scales...

The "A venger" below has also disappeared and has been replaced by "Ruler".

"What... is going on?" Jill looked at the card over and over. "That's strange."

"...Well, never mind, Jeanne's Class Card is fine too...after all, her protective abilities are pretty good?" Gilles put away the Class Card.

At that moment, the sound of a window shattering rang out. Jill casually waved her hand, and another longsword flew out from the golden ripples, easily shooting the assassin into the wall.

"That witch really knows how to make enemies," Jill said, clearly annoyed. "And she's disturbing my rest..."

Grevas Sherumas made many enemies while serving as the chief of the Empire's Twelve Knights, and assassins came knocking on her door in droves.

She made a contract with the demon "Count," who was considered impossible to contract with, and is known as the "Twilight Witch," and is also hailed as the strongest spirit user on the continent.

Grevas also mentioned that she had made many enemies, but assassins were constantly coming to her door. In order to avoid destroying her residence and being exploited by that witch, Jill even had to suppress her power and use the Gate of Babylon to deal with the infiltrating assassins.

"Tsk, damn it." Jill clicked her tongue. "Time to get up..."

"Of course, we need to deal with the assassins around us first."

……

"What should we do? He hasn't made a sound since he went in..." The voice came from inside the bushes outside.

"They've probably been dealt with... We'll retreat..."

Another assassin in black waved his hand, and everyone prepared to retreat.

After all, life is more important, isn't it?

"So, it's you bastards who disturbed my rest?"

A cold voice came from behind him, and a blond boy in a dark blue coat was staring at him with crimson eyes.

The assassin immediately felt a chill run down his spine, because the boy exuded a bone-chilling killing intent.

"Although I'm not happy about taking action myself..." Jill walked step by step toward the assassin, his aura growing stronger.

“But… have you thought about how you’re going to die… you bastard!” Jill’s voice rang out again, and the assassins found themselves kneeling on the ground involuntarily.

"What...what a joke...he's just...just a brat!" The leader of the men in black roared and charged at Jill.

“…Is that so…” Jill pursed her lips.

"Thud!" The sharp sword pierced through the man in black, sending him flying backward and crashing into the ground, creating a huge crater.

Even though the Gate of Babylon only fired an iron sword, it blasted the man in black away and even caused an explosion when it hit the ground.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and the remaining men in black trembled involuntarily.

"Oh, nobody wants to keep going?" Jill looked at the men in black. "How boring."

"No...please...please spare me!" One of the assassins immediately knelt down.

“…This is boring.” The sharp iron sword flew out once more, and the assassin was impaled on a tree to the side.

"So, do you have anything else to say?" Jill asked the last two kneeling men with extreme impatience.

“…Um…Sir! I used to work in the intelligence department! If you're willing to let me go, I'm willing to provide you with all the intelligence!” said a man in black.

“Okay.” Jill nodded.

Immediately, golden ripples appeared, and a chain materialized. "I need to know if you've seen this chain before, or if anyone has seen it? Where is it? In what form?"

Seeing that the guy in front of him dared to speak like that, Jill gave him a chance—

"...This chain...isn't it...?!" The expression on the man in black's face turned horrified.

“Speak,” Gil said, a thought flashing through his mind. “Otherwise, you die!”

The murderous intent emanating from Jill amplified several times over in that instant.

The other assassin, who was kneeling on one side, had already fainted from fright.

“Well… alright, I’ll tell you!” the assassin said. “Not far over there, there’s a shrine that seals elves… about five kilometers from here.”

"Thud!" The sharp longsword suddenly sliced ​​through the throat of the assassin in front of him.

"Why...why..." the assassin clutched his throat.