In theory, pure physical attacks could not pierce the divine realm. That was what set the divine realm apart from the Underworld.
The divine realm was protected by a mysterious, ineffable “membrane.” Ordinary power could not break through that membrane, which was precisely why Ishtar had been unable to enter after the gate to the divine realm closed.
But as luck would have it, Ea was an Anti-World Noble Phantasm.
So after that overwhelming firepower blasted through the thick cloud layer, the damage Ea dealt to space itself broke through the divine realm’s strongest defense.
“Tch. This is troublesome.”
Gilgamesh patted his head. The “mass” that had just fallen would not be insignificant, though he was not particularly worried.
There was always the Underworld. Worst case, he could go make a scene there. Who could not be brought back?
Ishtar, beside him, had completely shut down.
The light had gone out of her eyes as she crouched on Vimana, drawing circles on the golden deck with one finger while muttering, “The divine realm is gone, the gods are gone, I’ve cracked…”
Seeing her like that, Gilgamesh sighed speechlessly. This trip to the divine realm had truly turned out a bit differently than he had imagined.
“ROAR!”
The starry-sky sphinxes got up again.
“Impudent beasts. Do you possess an Authority of resurrection as well?”
He cursed, selected several Noble Phantasms with “curses of death” from Gate of Babylon, and shot them into the beasts. Then another blast from Ea punched straight through them.
This time, Gilgamesh did not waste any more time.
“Ishtar. Ishtar.”
He shook the fallen goddess.
“Get up. It is time to descend and look for ourselves.”
“Down…”
A light suddenly appeared in Ishtar’s eyes.
“Right! Down! That man has resurrection abilities, so maybe he isn’t dead yet. We can still find the gods again!”
Preserve the people and lose the land, and both people and land remain.
Preserve the land and lose the people, and both people and land are lost.
“The divine realm doesn’t matter. What matters is the gods!”
She reached her conclusion, summoned Maanna, and flew straight down through the hole Ea had blasted open.
“Haah… Given the choice, this king would have preferred the divine realm as a battlefield.”
Gilgamesh controlled Vimana and followed.
Amid the howling wind, they saw the scene below.
The temple ruins had fallen onto the plain, and scattered architectural debris lay piled at random across the ground. There were also pits of all sizes, still holding some lingering heat.
No, pits?
Gilgamesh and Ishtar jumped down together and examined those pits, large and small.
They did not look like something smashed out by falling temples. Rather…
Had a battle happened here?
“What is this? It has only been a few minutes. Did some interloper clash with Ramesses II?”
After they spent more than ten minutes searching, nearly flipping over the very ground, Gilgamesh judged that someone had briefly clashed here, and now they were gone without a trace.
Ishtar was about to shut down again. The light vanished from her eyes once more.
“Uh…”
Gilgamesh scratched his head and realized he had no words suited to comforting anyone.
“Ishtar. We return to Uruk for now.”
“We lack too much information. This matter requires further consideration.”
“Mm-hm, okay.”
She agreed unconsciously, her hand never once stopping its circle-drawing.
Gilgamesh nodded, memorized the place, and prepared to have the people of Uruk haul back some of the debris later.
What kind of joke was this?! These were building materials used by gods. How could he not make use of them?
While making plans in his mind, he took Ishtar and prepared to return to Uruk.
Vimana flew quickly. Not merely quickly, but absurdly so. With the support of Mana Burst, breaking the sound barrier would not be a problem.
After confirming the direction, they soon saw the city of Uruk.
The instant he saw those familiar walls, joy welled up in Gilgamesh’s heart.
Sure enough, only this place could give him some sense of security.
He saw the people of Uruk gathered outside the city walls, waving at him, and felt a surge of satisfaction rise from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing that these mongrels were still just as idiotic as ever made him feel doubly fond of them.
Unable to help himself, he slowed Vimana and took out a megaphone.
“Rejoice, mongrels! Your king has returned!”
“Ohhhh!”
Hearing the cheers, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
“Any mongrel who has yet to finish today’s work shall receive his punishm—hm?”
Gilgamesh saw an incredibly familiar “figure” walk out from the crowd, apparently pushed forward by the residents.
He froze at once, then rubbed his eyes and looked closely at that figure. Once he saw them clearly, he fell into wild delight.
“Hah! Fortune comes twice in one day! Is that not Enkidu? I had wondered when they would arrive.”
He had been looking forward to this “dear friend” for a long time. Enkidu could fight, could defend, and was easy on the eyes. Most importantly of all, he had always felt a strange sentiment toward Enkidu.
Perhaps it came from feeling indebted to the original owner of this body. Perhaps it came from the feelings he had once had in his previous life, reading about the friendship between the two of them.
He had always looked forward to meeting Enkidu. After all, he was not a tyrant now, and the two of them had no reason to fight. Could they not just sit down properly and talk about life?
As he thought this, Vimana had already reached the gates of Uruk.
He jumped down alone, wanting to properly look at this “dear friend.”
After walking a short distance, he finally saw this person completely and in detail, and was drawn into emotions difficult to put into words.
What kind of person was this?
Gilgamesh could find no words to describe their beauty. Only one line from a material book he had once read surfaced in his mind.
“That graceful, beautiful form seems to assert that distinguishing between male and female, human and nature, god and demon, is meaningless.”
It was not the glamorous beauty of Ishtar, nor was it Siduri’s mature, steady air. It was something even more special.
A person like this could simply stand there doing nothing, and he could look at them for an entire day. No matter what angle one viewed Enkidu from, there was a corresponding beauty to be found.
This was not something a human could possess. Literally, not something a human could possess.
The only flaw in all that beauty was—
Why were they holding a plaque? And why did it have Ishtar’s mark on it? No… this king seemed to have seen that plaque before.
As he approached with doubts in his heart, this “dear friend” finally spoke.
“Gilgamesh. The residents of Uruk have already told me about your tyranny.”
Hm?
“What absurdity is this?!”
Gilgamesh was utterly dumbfounded.
“They also gave me the divine plaque of the patron deity and wrote our names on it, asking me to represent the gods and correct your tyranny.”
Gilgamesh shifted his gaze to the residents behind him.
Right. He remembered now!
“That plaque…”
His entire face darkened.
“Is for weddings!”
T/N: YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GERT MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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