The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"This is a question I've had since I was very young - why did Uruk have to rely on the power of gods rather than people's hands?"

“Because I can’t do it!”

Ning Sang became angry, which was rare for him.

"Gilgamesh, don't forget that Uruk is in its current state because of the blessing of heaven, which is a bountiful harvest.

"You are so doubtful now, aren't you being disrespectful to the very beings who provided us with all this?"

"But mother..."

Ian did not back down because of Ning Sang's words.

On the contrary, after revealing this sentence today, he wanted to make these things clear.

"Without their gifts, wouldn't we be able to build cities and live a life of plenty?"

"Do we have to listen to their opinions in order to get the results that we should have created ourselves?"

"I can't accept this."

Ian's eyes became serious, without the slightest hesitation.

“It was like that before, and it is like that now.”

"Uruk should not be a land nurtured by gods. I will never change my opinion of this."

Although he knew that his mother Ning Sang was the August goddess who symbolized harvest, Ian still expressed everything he wanted to say.

Perhaps he didn't want to ask for his mother Ning Sang's forgiveness at all, but just wanted to express his attitude.

Do not……

If you think about it carefully, maybe there is also a meaning that he wants her to convey to those gods.

"..."

"Gilgamesh." Ning Sang looked at him in front of him and felt a little strange for a moment.

"Aren't you afraid that I will actually tell them these words exactly as they are?"

"I can't stop you, mother," Ian said seriously. "Whatever you decide to do or not do is your freedom, and it's the right you have as my mother."

"So, I won't stop you, nor will I beg you. This is all the result of my own actions."

"I will accept all of this."

"But you are obviously a god too." Ning Sang looked at Gilgamesh in front of him and shook his head in disbelief. "Why do you hate gods to this extent?"

"I don't hate the gods."

Ian said word by word.

"I just don't want to see my hometown, my father's land, become a paradise for the gods."

"I refuse to be an accomplice to this kind of thing, nor can I be the origin of this kind of thing."

"in addition--"

Ian stretched out his hand, glowing with a light similar to that of his mother Ning Sang.

But compared to his mother's, his light was softer, almost the same color as the land of Uruk.

"I may have the blood of a god, but I am still a descendant of Lugopanda, King of Uruk."

"I am human."

"A man who lives up to his name."

"..."

Ning Sang's light gradually dimmed.

She returned to her original appearance and stood before Gilgamesh.

There were many complicated emotions in her eyes as she looked at him.

mother's care;

the wrath of the gods;

There is even a bit of admiration.

"Gilgamesh, are these the words you really want to say, and not being forced by someone?" Ning Sang asked, as if issuing an ultimatum.

"No one can drive me." Ian said without evasion, "Not even in Uruk."

"Everything I said, everything I did, everything I arranged was what I wanted to do and what I planned to do."

“This, like the river that brings us hope, never stops.”

"..."

There was a long silence.

Ning Sang's expression gradually changed from questioning to being moved, and finally to a look of hesitant heartache.

"In that case, I understand."

"I won't tell them about this."

"It's just that from now on, you and them may have even bigger conflicts. I don't know if you can resolve these issues, but I choose to trust you."

"..."

"Although I don't know if I can do it." Ian had no intention of avoiding his mother Ning Sang's words.

"But I swear to you, my mother."

"I will use everything I have to protect Uruk and this land, for all eternity. For all eternity."

"..."

Ning Sang smiled.

It was a kind of helpless yet heartfelt approval, and when mixed together, it became this expression.

"Gilgamesh, you are a madman."

"A lunatic even crazier than your father."

[Ning Sang was finally convinced by you.]

"I don't know if it's because of her mother's status, or for some other reason, but she certainly didn't tell the gods towering over Uruk about what you said today."

[But similarly, seemingly for the same reason, she did not sever the connection between Uruk and the gods.]

[On the contrary, in the last period before her departure, she built a large number of altars in Uruk where people could pray.]

[As a result——]

[It seems that even without her presence, I can still communicate my meaning to the gods.]

[This may be her last favor to you and to Uruk.]

【only--】

What Ning Sang doesn't know is that, for you, all of this is just a "declaration of war" on a larger scale.

Palace of Uruk.

Today is the day Ian takes over as king.

but……

Thinking about what he had said to her before, Siduri felt uneasy in her heart.

"Gilgamesh, are you...really going to do that?"

"Yes."

Ian said without hesitation, and it was obvious that there was no room for maneuver.

"We should have done this a long time ago, and it's already too late."

"but……"

Siduri wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Ian's outstretched hand.

"okay!"

"I've made up my mind. No matter what reason you give me, I will never stop."

"Siduri, do as I say."

"..."

"I understand."

Siduri, who had grown into a beautiful woman, nodded and left the palace, apparently to prepare something.

Ian, on the other hand, walked to the front of the palace alone.

At this moment, countless people have gathered below, looking forward to this moment.

The long-awaited king who would rule Uruk was now there!

Under everyone's gaze, Ian took the crown held by the maid and put it on his head.

Under the sunlight, he was like the sun in the sky.

But the next moment, what Ian said shocked everyone present.

He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the sky, as if declaring war.

"Everyone——"

"starting today--"

"Uruk will no longer offer any of its land's produce to the gods in heaven!"

909. Siduri Offers Herself to the Night / Uruk Cuts Off the Offerings (4k)

"..."

"..."

"..."

Ian's words caused everyone present to fall into silence.

Everyone looked at Ian in the palace with confused expressions.

finally--

Someone started whispering.

"Is Gilgamesh crazy? He's actually saying he won't offer Uruk's offerings to the gods anymore at this time. Isn't he a bit ignorant of his own limitations?"

"Don't worry... maybe it's just a joke."

"Are you kidding? How could you possibly joke at a time like this? He would only do this if he thought the coronation ceremony was unimportant."

"If it's not important, then there's no reason to proceed at all, right?"

The people were talking to each other, and the situation seemed to be getting out of control.

The maids around Ian could hardly contain themselves.

If it weren't for the young king holding a sword in front of them, they might really do something to stop it all.

but--

Although the people were making a fuss, Ian seemed quite calm.

It was as if all the chaos before him was something he had already anticipated.

No.

that is the truth!

Ian was seen holding the sword tightly in his hand - this was something left by his father Rugobanda. It was said that the weapon was made of something that fell from the sky and was very sharp.

The blue light lingered on the sword, and for a moment it emitted rays brighter than the sun.

This is a warning.