…
Redeem! Single-use, one-minute [Gate of Babylon]!
The instant the thought crossed Gilgamesh’s mind, a golden ripple—the threshold of the Gate of Babylon—opened in the air. He reached inside and placed the ten newly redeemed Bab-ilu into it.
Siduri, meanwhile, could only look on in confusion, unable to tell what exactly he was doing.
As the ten golden keys appeared within the Gate of Babylon, Gilgamesh manipulated it and repeated the same treasure-transfer process ten more times, draining all ten Noble Phantasms as well.
Just like that, his Gate of Babylon now held ten additional keys to the original Gate of Babylon, every one of them hollowed out within.
In exchange, he could distinctly feel the contents of his own Gate of Babylon swell tenfold.
That was an undeniably satisfying figure. Gilgamesh, at least, was quite pleased with it.
He withdrew his hand from the golden ripple, feeling thoroughly refreshed.
Then he met Siduri’s puzzled gaze.
Gilgamesh suddenly remembered something.
“Oh, right. Siduri, you’re a demigod too, and—”
He opened the golden ripple again and reached inside.
“Your Divinity comes from some wisdom god tied to fermentation and administration or something along those lines. Not exactly a god of war, no—but you’re still a demigod, and you’ve served as a priestess for many years.”
As he spoke, he drew a sword from the Gate of Babylon.
It was the very first Noble Phantasm he had placed inside:
Durandal.
To Gilgamesh, it was the sword of his beginning. And Siduri was the person closest to him since he had come to this world.
“Here, Siduri. This sword is yours.”
Gilgamesh held the sword out to her, and Siduri looked both startled and honored.
“This is my king’s treasure. How could I…?” There was hesitation in her voice, though the joy she felt was impossible to hide.
Gilgamesh paused. Only then did he remember how the other Gilgamesh had acted before his crossing.
Naturally, the original owner of this body had not been the sort to hand out treasures so freely.
But still…
“I am giving it to you, Siduri.”
He took Siduri’s hand, set the sword into her palm, and even curled her fingers around it himself.
“Do not refuse. You know by now that we are about to face a powerful enemy, do you not?”
His gaze turned serious.
“After this, I intend to distribute my treasures among Uruk’s people as well. Would you not rather be first?”
Siduri: “…”
Looking at the Durandal in her hand, Siduri slowly tightened her grip on the hilt and raised her eyes to her king, her expression complicated.
Seeing that she had finally taken hold of it properly, Gilgamesh nodded in satisfaction.
“Good, Siduri. Consider this your reward for your years of service. Now…”
He patted Siduri on the shoulder, signaling for her to follow.
“Come. Eat with me.”
Without sparing another thought for how she might react, he strode off as though nothing in the world could trouble him.
Siduri watched his back, then found herself thinking of all the ways he had been acting lately that no longer matched the man he used to be.
“My king really has changed so much.”
Her feelings were tangled, but there was relief in them too.
The Durandal in her hand dissolved into a stream of light, forming into spiritrons which transferred into Siduri’s body, where she could call it forth again whenever she needed it.
Then she followed after Gilgamesh.
To eat.
…
Before Gilgamesh, the table was covered with delicacies from land and sea, along with every sort of Sumerian specialty from the Age of Gods.
This was probably the first time since crossing over that he had eaten with his full attention on the meal itself, without his mind drifting elsewhere.
He carefully savored the flavors of the dishes and the skill of the cooks.
Well, to be honest, he could not really tell that much.
But that hardly stopped him from finding it delicious.
That would not have been possible before. The old Gilgamesh had been weighed down by worry even while eating, always half afraid some powerful god would suddenly appear and start trouble.
More importantly, back then, he had no goal.
In this Age of Gods world, there was no way he could treat handling state affairs every day as the highest aspiration in life. He wanted to do something earthshaking too, but he had no way to do it, and even his cheat had been embarrassingly underwhelming.
For a time, he had fallen into that familiar kind of anxiety where one ought to be striving with all one’s strength in the prime of youth, yet somehow ends up playing games every day instead.
It was the frustration of being unable to realize himself.
But things were different now. The gods no longer meant much in his eyes, and now he had a higher goal as well.
Lostbelt King: Divine King Ramesses II!
What kind of enemy was that? How strong was he? And how, exactly, was he able to cross worldlines?
Gilgamesh looked forward to it. A sense of fullness coiled in his chest, making him itch to fight that Lostbelt King at once—to clash with him, to kill him.
Gilgamesh finished the meal in complete satisfaction, without a single stray thought on his mind. Once he was done, he went straight back to his room to sleep.
The moment his head touched the bed, he was out cold, sleeping soundly all the way until the next morning.
…
“Haaah…”
He stepped out the door and, just as expected, found Siduri waiting outside.
The time for Leisure.
That was Gilgamesh’s first thought.
“My king.”
Siduri bowed to him.
“Will you handle state affairs first, interrogate those two foreigners first, or… inspect the foreigners’ treasure chest first?”
“Isn’t that obvious?” Gilgamesh said with a nod.
“Of course I’m eating first.”
“Huh?”
“It’s morning, is it not?”
His expression was one of perfect matter-of-fact certainty.
“Shouldn’t I be having breakfast?”
“Oh… oh. I see.”
Only then did Siduri ease out of the tense, battle-ready state she had been holding herself in.
Gilgamesh smiled and shook his head. This priestess was simply too serious.
After breakfast, under Siduri’s guidance, Gilgamesh took the treasure chest and headed for the prison where Kurumi Tokisaki and Shirou Emiya were being held.
It was a prison, but Siduri had specifically spoken to Uruk’s jailers beforehand, so Kurumi and Shirou had not been treated too harshly.
The two of them were being held in separate cells. Gilgamesh considered it for a moment, then decided to see Kurumi first.
“You will not do anything to that male foreigner first?”
Siduri asked.
“I’ve come to interrogate them, not torment them,” Gilgamesh said.
As he spoke, he arrived at the cell where Kurumi was being held. She was sitting quietly inside.
The moment she saw Gilgamesh appear, Kurumi hurriedly rose to her feet.
“King Gilgamesh, how long do you intend to keep us locked up?”
“Do you know something?”
As Gilgamesh signaled Siduri to take out the key and open the cell door, he smiled at Kurumi.
“If this were the old me, speaking to me in that tone would already have cost you your life.”
Kurumi Tokisaki: “…”
She watched as the King of Uruk—the very man who had locked her up for the night—stepped into the cell. It was clean, at least, if not much else.
“Enough. I’ll ask directly.”
The golden king wasted no time.
“How much do you know about that Lostbelt King, Ramesses II?”
T/N: AHIUWAHFUIHAUFHASIFASH GILGAMESHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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