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"..."

"Just tell me directly—" Ian put his hands on his hips, "My ability to accept is much higher than you think."

"..."

Siduri looked towards the Uruk Palace in the distance.

"The king has fallen asleep..."

906. Ian's Ambition as King of Uruk (4k)

"..."

Siduri thought that this news would be very heavy news for Ian.

But what she didn't expect was that he didn't show any overly excited reaction, but instead seemed very calm.

It seemed as if all this was just a piece of news that couldn't be simpler for him.

"Is this news...true?"

After a long silence, Ian spoke for the first time.

"Fidelity."

"It's impossible for him to have a home - the king, he is indeed sleeping in the palace." Siduri narrated everything she had just learned from the maid very seriously.

"I understand."

"Sidulli, go back now and stop that maid and tell her not to spread this kind of thing widely."

"Eh?"

Siduri had never imagined that this would happen.

She found that when he said these words, his tone was serious, like that of an adult.

"you……"

Siduri was about to say something, but was glared back at by Ian.

That look was even more resolute than that of his father, the man named Rugobanda. If it weren't for his young stature, Siduri felt that she would definitely mistake him for the king of Uruk.

"Right now, right now, do what I say. Do you understand?"

"..."

"understood."

Siduri suppressed all the doubts in her heart.

"I will do as you say, Gilgamesh."

This is a race against time.

【Siduri put all her energy into chasing the maid.】

Fortunately, the maidservant was caught up before she got far, as the death of Rugopanda had caused her enough grief.

"Don't tell anyone... I understand."

After receiving the correct answer, Siduri returned to your side once again.

Inside the Uruk Palace.

Looking at the breathless Siduri in front of him, Ian put his hands in his pockets and then said.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Although this kind of errand shouldn't be done by you, the circumstances are special, so I have no choice but to ask you for help."

"I understand."

Siduri clutched her chest.

"only--"

"Why do you want to forbid the spread of such news? Gilgamesh, I don't understand your intention."

"..."

"Because people need a king," Ian said calmly, as if he had anticipated Siduri's question. "Siduri, if the king is gone, someone will want to be the new king."

"I will never allow my father's Uruk to fall into the hands of others."

"..."

Although she had thought that he might really say such words, when she actually heard it, Siduri still felt a little shocked.

There is no other reason.

You have to know that he is just a little kid...

Has the idea matured to this extent?

"Do you think I don't have that kind of power?"

Ian's voice brought Siduri back to reality.

"Don't think I can do it?"

"..."

Siduri nodded first, then shook her head.

"Given your age, I really don't think you can do this kind of thing."

"but--"

Siduri took Ian's hand and kissed it gently.

"Your words and actions make me feel like this is possible."

"Gilgamesh, tell me, what should I do now—"

"Go prepare flowers and anything that can mask the smell, and then prepare a wooden cart that can be pushed by one person."

"..."

Siduri vaguely sensed Ian's thoughts, but she didn't say much, just nodded.

"And you, Gilgamesh, what are you going to do?"

"..."

"I'm going to see my mother."

Ian looked towards the street, where the Uruk Palace stood in full view of everyone.

"There are some things I want to know."

"..."

【You and Siduri are temporarily separated.】

You set out alone on the journey to find your mother, Ning Sang.

【Along the way, you heard many passersby whispering about you.】

[In this civilization built on the river, your existence always seems so special.]

【However, all of this is actually not that important to you. 】

You don't care about that.

You only care about Uruk.

Inside the Uruk Palace.

When the maids saw Ian come in, they wanted to greet him according to etiquette.

But the child who came in stopped them with his hand at this moment.

"Let's skip these formalities."

"Where is my mother?"

"That, over there—"

The maid pointed in a direction, and seeing their dazed looks, Ian realized that what he asked Siduri to do was indeed effective.

The news of my father's death did not spread.

Even the maids in the palace did not know the truth.

"it is good."

"Just do what you need to do. Don't stay here, or you'll be scolded by the Queen Mother."

After receiving this "friendly reminder", the maids quickly nodded, and then left the palace one after another to do what they were supposed to do.

For a moment, the corridor became quiet.

Ian quickly walked forward until he finally arrived at the door of the room.

The child straightened his clothes a little, then knocked gently on the door and said:

"Mother, I'm here—"

"..."

"..."

After a long silence, a response finally came from inside.

That was the voice of Mother Ningsang.

"Come in, Gilgamesh."

"it is good."

creak-

creak-

The wooden door moved slowly on the ground, making a heavy sound.

Ian opened the door and saw his father Rugobanda lying on the bed, having passed away.

At this moment, mother Ning Sang was sitting quietly by the bed, holding her husband's hand without saying a word.

"You've come, Gilgamesh."

"Yes."

"You... should know what happened, right?" Ning Sang continued.

"I know--"

Ian's gaze shifted from his mother Ningsang to his father Rugobanda.

He who used to be so majestic was now motionless, like a stone.

"Father, have you left us?"

The moment Ning Sang heard Ian say this, his brows twitched.

Apparently, she is one of those people who has not yet fully accepted the news of her husband Rugopanda's death.

For her, this was probably a nightmare——

But it's the kind of nightmare that you can never wake up from.

"You don't seem to feel any sorrow at all, Gilgamesh."

Ning Sang suppressed his inner emotions and said so.

She ran her fingers across the cheek of her husband, Rugopanda, as if commemorating something.

"Isn't your father's death a sad thing for you?"

"Of course it's sad."

"But mother, you should know that there are more things to do than being sad." Ian walked towards the bed little by little until he touched his father Rugobanda's hand.

"Mother, I think you should understand this better than I do."