Meanwhile, at the table, the King of Heroes was being questioned and mocked by Iskandar.
"Hey, hey, hey, you were beaten up, weren't you? Ahahahaha! I never thought even you would get beaten up! Hahahahaha!"
The King of Conqueror had always spoken in an extremely rough manner, as for his voice, he had no idea what restraint meant.
With his loud booming laugh, everyone in the restaurant immediately heard that the King of Heroes had been beaten up!
"Shut up! You are nothing but a defeated weakling. What right do you have to tease me?!"
It was rare for Gilgamesh to become this embarrassed and angry, he was like a golden hedgehog bristling with spikes!
"What? Are you trying to deny it?" Iskandar laughed.
On the other side of the table, Lord El-Melloi II was also smiling at the King of Heroes with drunken eyes.
"This was merely because this king fell down!" Gilgamesh insisted firmly, but he was greeted by the King of Conqueror's disbelief.
For a time, the two kings began debating.
Naturally, the commotion was heard clearly by Yuto in the kitchen.
When he heard Gilgamesh say he had fallen, he couldn't help thinking of the scene when Enkidu had come in the previous night.
Gilgamesh accidentally fell down.
That was what Enkidu had said.
At the time, Yuto had still been suspicious. Now, listening to the argument outside, he came up with a guess: could it be that Enkidu had beaten up Gilgamesh?
As soon as the thought appeared, Yuto denied it.
'Impossible. It makes no sense.'
He had clearly seen the relationship between the two last night; they were such good friends.
How could they possibly beat each other up?
Yuto cleared away the messy thoughts and continued preparing the food.
He planned to make Gilgamesh a dish of dry-fried mushrooms.
Although the king had asked for his finest dish, Yuto simply did not have time right now to make the true trump-card dishes he kept in reserve.
Those dishes all required at least a full day of preparation, and some even required a week or two.
By comparison, as long as one's skill was sufficient, even the simplest dish could release a distinctive and extraordinary deliciousness.
He washed the mushrooms clean, then tore them apart.
He cracked an egg into a bowl, sprinkled in some starch, and used his hands to mix the ingredients evenly.
On the stove beside him, a wok of oil was already heating. The leftover oil from making fried milk earlier had not been poured away.
Oil could be reused; anyone who knew how to cook understood that. If oil had to be changed after every single use, ordinary families would not dare make fried foods at all.
When the oil reached sixty percent heat, Yuto put the shiitake mushrooms into the pot. After frying them until golden, he took them out.
When the oil reached eighty percent heat, he fried them again; this way, they would not be greasy.
While he was working in the kitchen, the argument between Gilgamesh and Iskandar in the front hall had temporarily ended.
Now the two of them were drinking Gilgamesh's fine wine together.
The Gate of Babylon was truly magical, although the wine had been finished yesterday, there was more again today.
The Gate even came with an automatic restocking function, which was very practical indeed!
"Hah—no matter how many times I drink it, this flavor is still unforgettable!" Iskandar said with great satisfaction.
His words made Gilgamesh very pleased. "That's only natural. Since it belongs to me, it must certainly be the finest. That's the truth!"
He had just finished speaking proudly when the restaurant door opened.
Hearing the clatter, Yuto glanced toward the front door through the kitchen curtain.
It was Enkidu.
"Welcome. Enkidu, just tell Tohru what you want to eat. I'll make it for you in a bit."
"For now, there's no need. Thank you, Kamisaka-kun," Enkidu said with a faint smile, naturally turning his gaze toward the King of Heroes.
Even in a sea of people, the two of them could accurately find each other, perhaps this could be considered a unique trait of theirs.
The moment Enkidu's gaze landed on him, Gilgamesh involuntarily trembled and subconsciously touched his own face, as if the pain from last night still hadn't disappeared.
"Gil, so you were here too," Enkidu smiled, sitting down beside him.
Now all four sides of the table were occupied.
Gilgamesh frowned, looking at Enkidu with an annoyed expression.
"Hmph! I would dare set foot even in the underworld, much less this place!" he snorted with great arrogance.
Enkidu smiled lightly. "I thought you would be avoiding me, Gil."
His words made the corners of Gilgamesh's mouth twitch immediately, and a faint trace of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"What a joke! You are no flood or ferocious beast. Why would i avoid you? Moreover, even if you were a flood or ferocious beast, i would never avoid you!"
"You really have grown. In the past, whenever I beat you up, you would deliberately avoid me for several days."
The moment Enkidu spoke, Iskandar laughed outright.
"Ahahahahaha! So you really did get beaten up!!!" The King of Conqueror slapped the table with loud thumps, speaking loudly with extreme satisfaction and joy.
Gilgamesh's face became extremely dark and unfriendly.
His furious gaze turned toward Enkidu, but his friend merely blinked innocently.
Bang!
Gilgamesh slammed the table hard.
He was truly furious beyond words!
If most of the magical energy in his body had not been used to protect Uruk, how could he possibly have lost to Enkidu last night?!
And how could he have fallen to the point of being silently mocked like this now?!
Damn it! Did he not have any dignity to protect?!
He would definitely reclaim this humiliation sooner or later!
While the King of Heroes fumed in extreme anger, Enkidu remained calm and composed, wearing an innocent expression with a smile at the corner of his mouth that pushed the mocking power straight up to MAX.
If Gilgamesh weren't currently unable to beat Enkidu, he would press him into the ground and grind him there!
After provoking Gilgamesh a little, Enkidu turned around and soothed him again.
It was like someone deliberately stroking a cat's fur the wrong way, then, just as the cat was about to explode, smoothing the fur back down.
The way Enkidu treated Gilgamesh was somewhat similar to that, and the king truly was very easy for Enkidu to pacify.
Before his dearest friend, the incomparably proud King of Heroes was extremely easy to handle.
Just like how all things in existence have elements that generate and restrain one another, the one capable of restraining the king was Enkidu.
The two began talking about Uruk's current situation.
Although they had chatted the night before, most of it had been expressing their feelings for one another, and they had not spoken much about the kingdom.
Now that they could sit together so quietly, Enkidu naturally wanted to ask about Uruk.
When he had been alive, he too had governed Uruk together with Gilgamesh.
He was comparable to another king of Uruk, holding deep feelings for the city.
Likewise, the people of Uruk were extremely grateful to him and remembered him fondly, otherwise, they would not have spontaneously commemorated him when he passed away.
That was a grief belonging to all of Uruk.
If Gilgamesh brought prosperity and strength to Uruk, Enkidu filled in Uruk's softer and gentler side.
It was precisely because of him that the once incomparably tyrannical and brutal king gradually restrained his nature.
To Uruk, Enkidu and Gilgamesh complemented one another, and neither could be missing.
Like Gilgamesh, Enkidu was also an incomparably dazzling king belonging to Uruk!
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