The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Obviously, for him, everything Ning Sang just mentioned was the key to solving the problem.

only……

The aging Wang thought of a very serious but unavoidable question.

"And what about you, my wife?"

"..."

Ning Sang was silent at first, then smiled slightly.

"I have arranged everything. After you leave, I will temporarily manage this land, and then when the child has grown a little more sensible, I will leave here too."

"to be honest."

"I don't really care about this land, this land called Uruk."

Ning Sang looked into the distance, and then a gust of wind blew, making the sky slightly gloomy.

"I only care about you."

"so--"

"I won't care about Uruk without you."

"I will return to where I belong."

"Then--"

Ning Sang looked at Lugobanda.

"Meet you again."

"I...will never let you leave me."

This is a promise known only to Rugopanda and Ningsang.

[And the gods' response soon appeared before them.]

[That's you, a child who inherited his father's wisdom and his mother's divine power.]

Inside the Uruk Palace.

The maids were talking about the child right in front of them.

"Hey--"

"Have you heard? The child named Gilgamesh didn't cry when he was born."

"Yeah... this is too scary... it's not like a human at all."

"Crying is just an expression of sadness." Ian looked at where the maids were. "If you don't feel sad, you won't be sad about this."

"besides--"

Ian gave a kind smile.

"Don't be afraid of me."

"I am not a monster, but a man from Uruk."

"Eh……"

Looking at Gilgamesh who turned and left after saying these words, the maids looked at each other, feeling a little at a loss.

The only common understanding is that they all have a feeling in their hearts.

That is……

He may be a more powerful king than Rugopanda.

the other side.

"You didn't blame them, Gilgamesh?" A girl wearing a black veil said to Ian beside her, "They're obviously doubting your background, aren't they?"

"There's nothing to blame, Siduri."

Ian said without turning around.

"It's really easy to find it strange that there was no crying when the baby was born."

"And if I were to cause further conflict with them at this point, wouldn't that only intensify these thoughts?"

"But if I were to admit this openly, then even if they wanted to say something, they wouldn't have that kind of backstabbing reason, right?"

"..."

Siduri blinked her beautiful eyes and then smiled.

"Gilgamesh, you really have your own way."

"Great!"

Having said this, Siduri stroked Ian's head as if to encourage him - and this also caused the other party to feel disgusted.

"Hey!"

"Although my mother ordered you to take care of me, it doesn't mean you have the right to do this to me."

"is it?"

"But I find it very interesting." Siduri smiled slightly, "Especially seeing that you, Gilgamesh, are so young yet have such insightful opinions."

"elder sister--"

"I'm very happy."

"That's enough."

Ian took Siduri's hand away from his head.

"Hurry up and do those boring things——"

"I can't take it anymore."

[The boring things you mentioned are the gods' sacrifices that have been passed down in Uruk.]

[This is a symbol of the Uruk royal family's status. Only someone of your rank is qualified to perform this.]

【only--】

[For some reason, you feel like you really don't like doing this kind of thing.]

Outside the Temple of Uruk.

Looking at the tall building in front of him, Ian's expression was very complicated.

"Sidulli, why does this building exist here?"

"..."

"Because we have to pay tribute to the gods," Siduri said with a smile. "Isn't that already agreed upon?"

"But--"

Ian frowned slightly.

"Why should we pay tribute to the gods? If they want food and treasure, shouldn't they get it themselves?"

"Is it really reasonable to give away everything the people of Uruk have worked so hard to accumulate to them?"

"..."

Siduri covered Ian's mouth almost instantly.

After checking that there was no one around, she slowly let go of her hand and spoke softly.

"Just tell me these things."

"If they heard it, the situation would not be so simple."

"..."

"That doesn't change what I said, does it?" Ian continued mercilessly, "You're clearly just... absorbing the nutrients of Uruk, yet you're being revered in such a high position."

"Are humans just beings who worship gods?"

"Who knows?"

"But that kind of thing is not something you should consider." Siduri took Ian's hand and said, "Let's get started."

[Sacrifices to the gods, especially these daily prayers, are surprisingly simple.]

[As long as you reach the top of the tower and light the torch there, you can tell the gods that you have prepared everything.]

[This is something that two people, no, maybe just one person can accomplish.]

【And this is your first attempt.】

[But what you don't know is that something will happen today that will completely change your destiny.]

Everything seemed to have been predetermined, and it began to turn like gears.

A whoosh.

Flames started burning on the torch in Ian's hand.

Whenever the wind blows, it sways and then a few sparks fly out.

"Try it, Gilgamesh."

"Experience the feeling of communicating with the gods."

"..."

Although he still had some displeasure in his heart, after hearing what Siduri said, Ian naturally would not deny her any face.

He came to a corner of the tower and extended the flame upwards.

In just a moment, the flames spread upwards and ignited the things inside.

Almost instantly.

Ian felt that the sun was getting brighter, and even when he stretched out his hands to cover himself, he still felt a little hot.

"Do you feel it?"

Siduri, who was also shielding herself from the sunlight with her hands, asked with a smile.

“That feeling of communicating with the gods and receiving their blessings.”

"bless?"

Ian looked at the sun above his head very reluctantly, with a confused expression.

"How can this be called a blessing? It's obviously just a show of strength to those on earth, right?"

"Otherwise, why would it be so difficult for us to even open our eyes?"

"..."

Siduri took the torch from Gilgamesh's hand, and her expression looked a little embarrassed.

"I hate to say this, but Gilgamesh, isn't this a bit disrespectful to the gods?"

"I don't think this is a good behavior."

"If you want me to respect you, you have to at least behave in a way that I think you deserve respect."

Ian said without mercy.

"This kind of situation only makes me feel that they are more rude than us humans."

"..."

Just as Siduri was about to say something, she found a maid running up to her in a hurry, then leaning close to her ear and whispering something.

As she listened to the maid's words, Siduri's expression gradually became complicated.

"Okay, I understand, you go back first."

"Ah."

After watching the maid leave, Ian asked.

"Siduri, what happened?"