I, Goldie, Am Going to Be a Foolish King! [5]

The first thing Mr. Goldie did after safely returning to the palace was notify the guards to prepare their defenses. This Goldie wanted to be a tyrant, yes, but he was also extremely cautious.

After having the palace surrounded three layers deep, inside and out, he transferred twenty soldiers to stand guard at his side, all of whom Siduri claimed were the most loyal. He also ordered that any food or drink brought to him had to be tested first by Fris, a servant said to have accompanied Gilgamesh since childhood. Only if nothing happened within an hour after Fris ate could Gilgamesh eat.

In other words, Gilgamesh would probably be eating cold meals for a while.

All of this was meaningful. Gilgamesh had decided to promote the alternating-field method, and the results of this method would not be known until at least next year.

Also, I misunderstood Ahada and thought he was a treacherous minister I could put to good use. Who would have thought that shifty-eyed bastard would betray the revolution? He’s actually a loyal minister!

“Phew. This should be secure enough, should it not?”

Gilgamesh had only just collapsed into his seat when he heard a commotion outside the palace.

These unruly peasants arrived this quickly?

He immediately sat up straight, his hand moving to his side as he took an axe from the treasury, one said to be a divine weapon.

In truth, Mr. Goldie had not liked using axes at first. After all, he did not want to end up with a title like the Axe King of Uruk. He wanted to use a sword too. How cool would that be? When he went into battle and cut down enemies, he could even compose poetry!

Something like “For ten years I have sharpened this sword, its frosted edge untried.” Or “Ten steps, one kill; a thousand miles, no trace left behind.” Or “As flowers bloom before the hall and guests gather from under heaven, one sword’s cold light chills the nineteen provinces.”

But Mr. Goldie did not know how! Gilgamesh had discovered that he did not know martial arts or magecraft at all. He could not fire beams, nor could he cast spells. His only advantage was that he was strong.

After this, I definitely have to train properly in martial arts.

“Siduri, send someone to see what that noise outside is. Also, this king will learn martial arts. Or magecraft.”

Gilgamesh spoke with a solemn expression.

“My king, people were already sent out earlier. Outside, the nobles have united to request an audience. If my king wishes to learn martial arts or magecraft, this subject can teach you.”

Siduri lowered her brows and eyes obediently.

“Oh? You possess both?”

That surprised Gilgamesh.

“This subject began practicing martial arts at the age of four, while also studying magecraft. At present, my martial skill allows me to face a hundred alone, and I have basically mastered magecraft.”

Siduri’s voice held no pride at all. If anything, there was even a hint of shame.

This…

Gilgamesh looked Siduri over.

“And where does that place you among Uruk’s people?”

“Top ten in martial arts. Top three in magecraft.”

What followed was silence.

“How old are you this year…?”

“This subject is twenty-one.”

“Pass down the order. Let those nobles enter for deliberation.”

Gilgamesh silently changed the subject.

So weak. Truly too weak. Once I obtain Gate of Babylon and Ea, won’t I be far stronger than this? And she trained for so long. Wouldn’t it be better to spend that time doing more foolish things and draw a Martial Arts Mastery or Magecraft Mastery skill?

At this moment, Gilgamesh had not realized that the humans of the Age of Gods were not ordinary humans, and the magecraft of the Age of Gods was not ordinary magecraft.

…

“My king! Please withdraw your order!”

“My king, such actions will incite the resentment of the people!”

“My king, knowing people and using them well is the true kingly way!”

Resentment of the people? That is exactly what this king wants!

“Say no more. This king’s will has already been decided. Even had you not come crawling here, I would have summoned you myself. You will assist this king in spreading this method throughout all of Uruk.”

Gilgamesh could already see Foolishness Points surging toward him like a great river.

“My king!”

The nobles also saw the future—the future where they were torn apart alive by the furious people of Uruk.

At last, one noble suddenly stood. He was tall and powerfully built, with rugged features and a jeweled sword at his waist.

He pushed through the other nobles and strode forward, his expression cold.

Gilgamesh tightened his grip on the axe in his hand, so nervous inside that he was nearly panicking.

The man had already reached the very front of the nobles, his hand on his sword. He stood only five steps away from Gilgamesh.

THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP!

Gilgamesh felt that his heart had never beaten so quickly before. Was he going to be cut down here? What sort of reputation would he leave behind? [The Oldest Tyrant-in-Training]?

Most likely, he would give rise to [The Oldest King-Slayer].

He lowered his head and kept taking deep breaths.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

A dull, powerful sound rang through the palace.

Most of the nobles were shaken to the point that they could hardly breathe. The air inside the palace went stagnant. Those carrying swords all placed their hands on their hilts, but not a single one dared draw.

The hands resting on those swords trembled constantly.

If I draw my sword, I’ll definitely be killed!

Facing Gilgamesh, who in that moment looked to them like the most vicious of beasts, the same thought flashed through the nobles’ minds.

Except for that man. The man standing in front of all the nobles. His face was expressionless, extremely cold. The hand resting on his sword trembled slightly, but the nobles could see that his eyes were extremely resolute.

Gilgamesh was doing his utmost to overcome the fear in his heart.

Damn it, before transmigrating, I was just an otaku. I never even won a fistfight, and now I’m supposed to fight someone with weapons? Don’t joke around. I’ll die.

But… But this is so frustrating! I clearly transmigrated into an existence like Gilgamesh, and now I’m going to die to some mongrel like this? Don’t screw with me! Mongrel! At worst, I die!

At last, he overcame his fear, but his expression twisted unconsciously. He raised his head and fixed his gaze on the man.

The man moved!

He lowered his head and dropped to one knee.

“This servant, Nuhata, will not fail the king’s command. I shall spread the king’s farming method!”

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“You…”

The man’s body shook. “Your servant—Nuhata—swears to follow my king unto death. All that my king does is right!”

“This…”

Is he still not satisfied?

Nuhata worked hard to control his body.

No. I can’t let the king say it. The king is definitely about to announce my punishment!

“This servant, Nuhata, hereby swears to the gods in the heavens, to every king of Uruk throughout the generations, and to this subject’s ancestors!”

Nuhata straightened, pointed one hand toward the sky, and stared firmly at Gilgamesh as he roared in his loudest voice.

“This servant, Nuhata, is willing to brave boiling water and raging fire for the King of Uruk for generations to come, no matter what!”

?

Mr. Goldie achieved enlightenment. His heartbeat slowly eased.

Gilgamesh licked his somewhat dry lips and looked toward the other nobles.

“And what of you mongrels?”

“We will not fail our king’s expectations!”

The nobles exchanged glances, then knelt in unison.

“My king!”

Only one old gentleman, Ahada, remained standing among the kneeling crowd.

“Please withdraw your order!”

His voice was trembling.

Sigh. He is a loyal minister. A pity I don’t need loyal ministers.

“Ahada is advanced in years. Strip him of every post. Mm… he is forbidden from taking part in political affairs. Go fish by the river. Toy with Uruk’s clay. Spend your remaining years on such harmless trifles.”

Gilgamesh casually found a few things to send him off with.

Ahada trembled all over from anger.

“This subject is an old minister of three reigns!”

“Then give thanks that this king permits you to retire with your head still attached.”

“This subject is utterly loyal!”

“Enough. Your loyalty is noisy.”

Gilgamesh was starting to grow impatient. Today had been a bit too exciting, and he was tired.

“All of you, withdraw. Do not make this king repeat himself.”

The nobles withdrew one after another. Ahada refused to leave, so several nobles acquainted with him lifted him up and carried him out.

“I will not go! I will not go!”

The old gentleman was extremely agitated, roaring and bellowing.

“King Gilgamesh does not understand the human heart!”

T/N: OOIOOH I FEEL LIKE THIS IS ANOTHER PEAKKKKKKKKKKKKK TL WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK???????????

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