Inside the royal palace of Uruk.
"It looks like this guy still hasn't been tamed. He's still carrying that wild beast aura. How did you teach him?"
Gilgamesh sat on the throne and glanced down at the somewhat irritable Enkidu below. He frowned slightly and looked at Siduri standing to the side.
"My king, after these past few days of careful care, Little Enkidu's nature isn't bad. You can try getting along with him. He doesn't intend to fight you either. He's just still hung up on the last battle and wants a rematch."
Siduri had expected this. She smiled faintly. Even though her veil hid the smile, Gilgamesh still noticed.
"In that case, I'll indulge him with one more fight. But trash is trash. Instead of obsessing over fighting an opponent you can't beat, you should focus on strengthening yourself."
Gilgamesh laughed arrogantly, rose slowly from the throne, and stood before Enkidu.
"Even if I have time now, I can't spar with you whenever you want. If you want to challenge me again next time, you'll have to complete a task I give you."
"Come. Let me see whether you've improved these past few days. If you've stagnated, then I misjudged you."
Enkidu didn't hesitate. Countless golden chains shot out around him.
The chains moved under Enkidu's command, trying to bind Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh gave a contemptuous laugh and let the chains wrap around him.
The golden chains and the red markings on Gilgamesh's upper body reflected off each other, making the king look even more domineering.
Enkidu vanished from where he stood.
The next instant, he appeared behind Gilgamesh and punched without hesitation.
"Hah! If I took that head-on, I'd feel it. You'd better come down."
Gilgamesh tensed his body, pale blue mana surging outward.
Crack—
All the golden chains on him shattered.
He whirled around, caught Enkidu's fist, yanked him in, and slammed him to the ground.
"…"
Enkidu tried to rise, but by the time he reacted, Gilgamesh's foot was already planted on his chest.
If Enkidu resisted, Gilgamesh would stomp down without mercy.
"I lost…" Enkidu didn't try to get up. He lay there, lips pressed together, giving up resistance.
But his golden eyes were filled with confusion.
"Why is it that even though you possess the highest divinity, you aren't bound by my chains?"
"So that's what you're curious about?" Gilgamesh burst out laughing. He'd thought it was something serious.
He withdrew his foot, walked back to the throne, and sat down.
"The reason is simple. With your current strength, you're not enough to bind my divinity. My divinity has already grown to a level you can't even begin to catch up to—no weaker than the gods themselves. If you want to bind me, train harder."
"If that goddess dares come again, I'll abduct her and make her my queen."
That line sent Enkidu into deep thought.
The livestream comments instantly exploded.
[Damn, even as a kid this king already has such wild ambitions. Truly worthy of the Hero King we worship.]
[Isn't the Hero King supposed to hate his own divinity? How did he train it to the point even the Chains of Heaven can't bind him?]
[His fighting posture just now was insanely cool. Too bad he's still small—if he were taller, I swear I could!]
[Bro wake up, you're a guy. You trying to fence or what?]
Onscreen.
Right as Gilgamesh finished speaking, an extremely haughty voice came from the roof.
"Little Gil, who do you think you're talking about?"
"If you weren't so young, I'd have abducted you already!"
Boom!
A huge crash shook the roof.
A graceful figure descended from above, snorting at the king on the throne.
As the dust cleared, her true form appeared.
Black hair crowned with a black-gold diadem.
Her chest was only slightly raised—small enough to fit in one hand with room to spare.
But that wasn't even the biggest problem.
The real issue was her outfit: basically three thin strips of cloth.
Her round, long legs were displayed without restraint, her right leg wrapped in black silk armor.
Her bare feet were snow-white with a rosy tint—so alluring it was hard to look away.
The moment this goddess appeared, the comments went nuclear.
[Sis, I'm in!]
[Those legs—I'll worship them forever.]
[Mom, I think I just fell in love. She knows exactly what she's doing.]
[Let go of Little Gil! If you want something, come at me—I won't submit easily!]
[My advice? Come at me. I'll kneel at the goddess's legs immediately.]
[Holy—why do I suddenly want to lick… my whole body is itching. If I can't lick, something really bad will happen, aaah!]
[Harvest and war goddess indeed… those legs are flawless, not a scrap of fat.]
"Is she really a goddess…?" Rin Tohsaka still couldn't believe it.
Did all women in mythology have no sense of shame?
She was wearing clothes… but also not wearing clothes. Everything important was barely covered.
Damn it. From this angle, you could analyze it perfectly—her height, her build, everything. She was basically Rin's twin.
It was like looking in a mirror.
Which meant… it was like watching herself dressed in something that "cute."
Rin wanted to crawl into the ground and bury herself right there.
But if this woman looked almost identical to her… could Rin's past life have been a goddess?
The thought surfaced and Rin immediately strangled it in her mind.
No way. Even if they looked exactly the same, she still couldn't accept wearing something like that.
How could she ever go out dressed like that…
…unless Kitano asked.
And even then, he'd have to beg her first. Only then would she reluctantly try it.
Rin glanced at Kitano staring at the screen and felt like his gaze was sliding over her naked body.
Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder, the color spreading all the way down her neck.