Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

All three of them possess the ability to see for miles.

Furthermore, one represents the beginning of humanity's mystical power, one symbolizes the prosperity of humanity's mystical power, and the last relates to the decline of humanity's mystical power.

Beginning, prosperity, and the end...

Merlin's long-dormant heart began to pound violently for no apparent reason, and his head felt hot. He was eager to know if the pillar in the middle was also as blurry as he had imagined.

"It's still there, but there seems to be a subtle difference..."

Gilgamesh swirls his wine glass, his expression playful.

Chapter 109 The Dark History of the Grand Mages

"Speaking of which, I remember that before we met, you had a rather unpleasant encounter with that person."

Merlin skillfully poured himself a full glass of wine, his smile somewhat mocking.

"Tsk, that clueless Israeli brat!"

Gilgamesh's lips twitched as that dark history from the past was suddenly brought to his mind.

Theoretically, "clairvoyance" is a special ability that allows one to see into the past and future, and those who possess "clairvoyance" often sense each other.

This means that, under certain specific circumstances, they can communicate across time and space and have conversations.

In his early years, after Gilgamesh became a wise king, he had a pleasant idea after noticing the existence of two other beings of the same kind.

I wonder what interesting results would occur if I, as a "senior," were to teach the two newcomers who possess far-seeing abilities.

So, the Hero King, whose interest had been piqued, actually wanted to use a magical ritual to guide his two juniors who were also bound by fate.

However, the second Israeli boy, with white curly hair and a height of one meter, sitting on the throne, only responded with one sentence.

"I am omniscient and omnipotent, and need no one to teach me."

That disdainful yet indifferent look almost choked Gilgamesh to death.

And then, this little guy, who hasn't even grown any hair yet, actually blocked him?!

At that moment, Gilgamesh came to his senses, glanced sideways at Merlin who was chuckling, and gave a cold snort of annoyance.

"Not only that Israeli kid, but you weren't much better off when we first met!"

Because, after the hero king, whose mentality had been shattered, finally managed to calm himself down and connect with this great sage of Britain.

At that moment, Gilgamesh thought to himself, of the three, only Merlin's clairvoyance was the least complete. He had condescended to give him some pointers, and the little guy should be extremely grateful, right?

Unexpectedly, this underage white-haired succubus, wiping its drool and blinking its peach blossom eyes, fell into a reverie and asked a question that almost made Gilgamesh faint.

Are you a beautiful older sister?

"no!"

"Never mind then, I want to find a pretty older sister to teach me."

After suffering two blows, Gilgamesh immediately extinguished his nascent enthusiasm for being a teacher and dismantled the magic device. He then never contacted the two little brats again.

This can be considered a shared dark history among the three of them.

However, now that we're talking about it, aside from a slight awkwardness, there's a certain unique charm to it.

Gilgamesh and Merlin looked at each other, raised their glasses, and drank the amber-colored wine in one gulp.

"I was very pleased that you came..."

"I don't want to either, but I have no choice; I need to eat."

"Human dreams are my granary. The trouble left behind by that King of Israel is going to ruin my livelihood. I have to find a way to save it."

Merlin smiled, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, during the period of the disappearance of the mystery, Britain was plagued by frequent natural disasters and man-made calamities. Being able to have a full meal was already a very happy thing."

"The Knights of the Round Table in Camelot have always been most diligent in two places."

"One is a battlefield, the other is a dining table..."

"So, the magic spell for my signal flares when I was in the army was—Artoria! Dinner's ready!"

Hearing the great sage's vivid and amusing narration, Gilgamesh couldn't help but chuckle, and his abdominal muscles began to ache again.

But for some reason, when Britain and Artoria were mentioned, the succubus's cynical smile faded considerably, and her voice gradually lowered.

"Continue," I say, "I am very interested in the affairs of your Britain..."

Gilgamesh casually picked up another jug ​​of wine and tossed it to the Great Sage opposite him, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were quite looking forward to it.

It's rare to hear this old liar open up and reveal his inner softness.

Tonight, he's willing to be a listener.

Anyway, the rain was heavy and the night was long.

Bound by fate, and yearning to break free of their shackles, it was not only Uruk that was affected, but also Britain.

Meanwhile, Kukulkan, who had been settled in the embassy, ​​heard the noise, got up and opened the door. A father and daughter from Uruk, carrying a basket full of fruit and snacks, were coming in the rain.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you, Lord Kukulkan."

"Thank you for the awn you sent last time..."

"It's a mango!"

The daughter, with her hair in a ponytail, tilted her head up to fill in the gaps in her father's memory.

"Yes, yes, mango!"

"After eating this, I feel much better, and the aches and pains in my body have completely disappeared. I really owe it to you."

"To express our gratitude, we have brought some local specialties from Uruk. We hope you will not find them offensive."

Quetzalcoatl suddenly remembered that this was the soldier at the city gate who had been corrupted by death energy. He had seen that the soldier was in pain, so he had helped him out.

Unexpectedly, the soldier actually remembered her and even went out of his way to find her current location to deliver a thank-you gift in the rain.

"Ah, I've wanted to try Uruk's food and fruits for a long time, thank you."

Kukulkan smiled and lowered his body, gently stroking the little girl's head. A warm, golden light, like the sun, entered the back of the child's head.

Those who have reverence for God will also be loved by God.

This is a blessing; although it cannot grant her extraordinary power, it can allow this fragile life to grow up healthy and free from illness and disaster.

The three of them then went inside, exchanged a few brief pleasantries, and then the father and daughter got up to say goodbye.

On a rainy night, the father and daughter ran home with a sense of relief, filled with joy and excitement.

Kukulkan watched them return home, then looked up at the dark, distant night sky, spread his palms, caught raindrops the size of soybeans, and sighed.

You are being far too cruel to these children.

In the sacrificial altar pavilion, the hearth fire roared, and the leopard-man, lying on the soft fur carpet of magical beasts, sipped ale while tearing at the roasted meat on the iron skewer with his mouth dripping with oil.

As he became slightly tipsy, the flushed feline, reeking of alcohol, rambled on about his glorious epic of beating up Kukulkan and dominating two solar ages.

Around him, more than a dozen priests serving this deity were writing and organizing records on clay tablets with pained expressions, while the priestess was responsible for creating a statue of him.

Inside the kitchen, meat hanging in the oven sizzled and crackled with oil, while four or five professional chefs took turns serving their signature dishes, and even offered some fruit to cleanse the palate.

Wow, Uruk is paradise! It's perfect for leopards to live in!

The leopard-man deity, whose bones were soft and who felt almost ethereal, was completely immersed in this all-encompassing service.

But after rolling around on the blanket a few times, Miss Leopard looked displeased at the raindrops tapping on the window.

The low-hanging, dark clouds made her feel quite depressed, and she was never able to fully enjoy herself.

Yes, the heavy rain outside is a bit annoying; it makes it hard to sleep soundly.

Chapter 110 You Beast! Don't even think about climbing into my bed!

Anna, having taken off her hood, excitedly ran into the Uruk flower shop.

"Grandma, Uncle Chengmen said the flower cakes you taught me to make taste really good!"

"Oh, by the way, because I gave that uncle's daughter a bouquet of flowers, she was very happy and gave me a bracelet in return!"

Sitting in a recliner, the kind-faced old man smiled and handed over a cup of hot honey water, nodding slightly as he listened attentively to the child's chattering story.

Months ago, she remembered the bag of wheat cakes that the uncle at the city gate had given her, and she had always wanted to give back to him.

After several setbacks, Anna finally managed to bring some decent snacks and knock on the door of that family.

The interaction of goodwill has nurtured even more beautiful flowers.

The once gloomy and depressed child now has friends of his own age in Uruk and is well-liked by his neighbors.

"Yes, Anna is the best girl, but remember, you look best with your hood off, you look so pretty."

The old woman gently stroked Anna's head, smiling and praising her. The little girl lowered her head shyly.

"My son is busy repairing the north wall and probably won't be able to come back tonight."

"We cooked a lot of food at home. If you don't mind, please have a meal with this old woman."

Faced with this hopeful plea to stay, Anna hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

The old woman immediately perked up and served the food and dishes to the table. The diligent Anna also took off her cloak and helped by serving the sweet soup.

Under the lamplight, the old man looked at the child with loving eyes, showing the same affection a grandparent would have for their granddaughter, and kept putting food into her bowl.

"Yes, eat more, grow taller, and little Anna will grow into a beautiful girl, and more boys will definitely like her."

Will I be liked when I grow up?

After receiving an affirmative answer, Anna's eyes lit up, and she quickened the pace of shoveling rice into her mouth.

The purple-haired loli didn't finish her sumptuous meal until her belly was round and full.

Before leaving, the old woman, to thank the child for her company, handed her a blue rose, her gentle gaze falling on the purple-haired little girl's round belly.

“Little Anna has someone she likes, right? Then give this flower to her.”

"The outside world is dangerous. Since we've managed to come together and survive, let's cherish each other."

The purple-haired loli clenched her fingers around the hem of her clothes, her cheeks flushed, and she subconsciously shook her head in denial.

"Where...where is it..."

The old man smiled without saying a word, looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and then became somewhat curious.

"What? The young man who always picks you up isn't here today?"

"Samael is doing something very, very important..."

Anna paused, earnestly explaining to the ancient snake, then her face fell, a hint of disappointment on her cheeks.

"Actually, I also want to help, I want to protect everyone..."

"Then let's work hard..."

The old man stroked the little girl's head, offering her kind comfort.

"Yes! I will try my best to help everyone!"

The purple-haired loli, her fighting spirit rekindled, looked at the lights of the long, rainy night and the outline of the north wall of Uruk, her little face tense, and nodded earnestly.

After saying goodbye to her mother-in-law, the little girl pulled up her hood, hugged the flowerpot to her chest, and ran into the rainy night.

Meanwhile, upstairs at the embassy.

In the dimly lit room, a graceful figure lay on a bed covered with jewels, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. An inexplicable restlessness made her toss and turn for hours before she finally got up in a huff.

"What?! I still feel like I've lost out!"

"Shouldn't unclaimed items belong to whoever grabs them first?! Why should she get them!"

Ishtar grabbed her hair, muttering resentfully.

Disturbed by her thoughts, the goddess got up and opened the window to let out some fresh air from the stale room.

However, a cool breeze blew by, the anger subsided, and a rumbling sound came from his stomach.

Tsk, where is Samael? Not even anyone to call for dinner? I'm supposed to be the great goddess of Uruk!