The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

A silent warning.

The crowd gradually quieted down and focused their attention on Ian in front of them without any hesitation.

Everyone was expecting him to give an explanation, an explanation that everyone could understand.

"Everyone——"

"I know you're all panicked and don't understand my behavior, thinking I've broken everything that happened in the past."

“But the reality is that we’ve been living in a world of irrationality.”

"You may find it difficult to understand what I'm saying, so let me give you some examples."

Having said this, Ian took out some ears of wheat and tossed them away in the wind under the gaze of everyone, letting them scatter as if they had never appeared in this world.

"This is the wheat I picked. From the moment it was sown, six portions were destined for the gods. As the king of Uruk, I must take two of them. The remaining two portions belong to each of you present here."

"Do you... think there's anything wrong with this?"

"..."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other, it seemed that everyone knew the answer, but no one dared to say it.

However, Ian seemed to have thought of this situation a long time ago, so he quickly pulled the maid next to him and said as if to show it:

"You answer this question for everyone—what's wrong?"

"Hey, this..."

The maid was held by the hand, but she didn't dare to say a word - how could she dare to say anything? If she offended the man in front of her, she didn't know what the consequences would be.

To know……

This person never cried even when he was born, so no one could understand his emotions.

"I don't understand what the king means... I... what should I say..."

"..."

【Your eyes look a little lonely.】

[That's the feeling you get when your thoughts are completely incomprehensible.]

【but--】

You quickly forgave the maid.

Because you know that a king is destined to be lonely and misunderstood. After all, if everyone understood what a king can and should do, then everyone would be a king.

This is even more unacceptable.

【and……】

【You know you don’t really need her to prove anything. 】

"..."

Ian let go of his hand and patted the maid's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter - it's not your fault that you can't understand what I mean, but my ideas are far superior to yours."

"But, from now on, you can't be so panicky, okay?"

"I... won't kill people casually."

"Okay, okay." The maid nodded flattered, and then returned to the other side safely.

As she watched with her heartbeat, Ian stuck his sword into the ground and then raised his arms and cheered.

"What you dare not say, I will say--"

"Everyone, it's a distribution issue!"

"Why do those high and mighty gods get 60% of our output without doing anything? Why do we work year-round but only receive 40% of the harvest?"

"Is this the reality we should accept?"

"Is Uruk supposed to be the gods' paradise, their food pasture?"

"This isn't right, this isn't reasonable!"

"You clearly know it, why don't you dare to say it out loud?!"

"..."

Everyone was silent.

Then, there was a dead silence.

Whoever dares to respond like this, wouldn't that be a great disrespect to the gods?

And at this moment——

A hand was raised in the crowd.

"Yes, King, you are right!"

"We... shouldn't have to live like this. This isn't the life we should accept. We should be the ones deciding what to do with our land!"

The person who said this was none other than Siduri, who had gone out to do something as Ian requested not long ago.

At this moment, she has returned to the crowd, and in such silence, she plays the role of someone who responds to Ian.

of course.

As for Siduri, she actually didn't know whether responding to Ian's words without any opinion like this was blind or not.

But she remembered the look in his eyes at that time - that was the look that only a king, only a king who was willing to shoulder the entire Uruk, would show.

It is as solid as rock, yet as clear and visible as lake water.

So--

For such a king, I will give my all.

Even if it means being torn to pieces.

Even if it might lead to divine punishment.

Those are what you should do.

"..."

Many times people are not afraid to express their ideas, but they are afraid that after expressing them, they will not be recognized or acknowledged.

If you do that, it will be easy to be regarded as a freak or an alien.

And now, someone has taken on such a role.

So--

There is nothing to be afraid of.

If you agree, then please raise your hand generously.

At least this time, be brave and be yourself.

"I feel so too!"

"It's time to change the allocation!"

"Yeah! Damn the gods! I can't even feed myself, and I'm trying to support them! It's outrageous!"

one by one.

The originally silent crowd suddenly turned into a sea of condemnation.

People raised their hands high and shouted loudly in the streets of Uruk, as if they were about to attack the gods and make them fall from the sky that was detached from the world.

"That's right!"

"This is the spirit that the people of Uruk should have!"

"Our land is ours to decide!"

Ian waved his hand forward, and then there was a blue wave.

That was what he had agreed upon with Siduri - the latter went ahead to give a signal to the Uruk soldiers guarding the altars.

When you see the blue light passing over your head, you should go and extinguish the flames on the altar.

Now is that time.

One.

Two seats.

Three seats.

The altars built by the August goddess Ningsang in Uruk were extinguished one after another.

Before we knew it, it was almost dusk, and everything was shrouded in a layer of light mist.

People were cheering;

People are celebrating;

People are commemorating this day - Uruk is no longer the captive pasture of the gods, but a completely independent land!

Amid the sounds of revelry, Ian looked at Siduri in the crowd.

He was somewhat surprised to find that she was actually looking at him.

"Come—to—my—room—"

Ian said this softly, then turned and walked into the palace.

He knew—

No matter how loud the voice is, this confidant of mine will definitely understand what it means.

【This is indeed the case.】

[Although you didn't speak loudly, you could even say it was a little secretive.]

【But Siduri understood exactly what you meant, and even guessed it better.】

【She came to you with flowers. 】

In the King's Chamber, in the Palace of Uruk.

"..."

Ian looked at Siduri in front of him and seemed very surprised.

Because not only did she come to him, she also brought some flowers.

"Sidulli, you..."

"Shh-"

Under Ian's gaze, Siduri, who had grown into a beautiful woman, sat down beside him and spoke softly.

"I just thought it was a good time to bring some flowers."

"Gilgamesh, you don't have to worry about it."

As she said this, Siduri, under Ian's gaze, weaved the flowers she brought together bit by bit, and then made them into a wreath, which she placed on his head.

"Congratulations, Gilgamesh, you have finally become the king of Uruk."

"What you said to me has really come true!"

"..."

Feeling the wreath on his head, Ian was silent for a long time, and then he said:

"Thank you, Siduri."

"Thank me……?"

Siduri, wearing a veil, covered her lips, looking very surprised.

"You actually said thank you, Gilgamesh!"