"Are you teaching this king how to act?"
Gilgamesh looked at the other party full of disdain.
A person suddenly appeared out of nowhere and claimed he wanted to be your teacher—no one would believe that.
Though still young, he carried an inherent and destined sense of superiority and detachment.
This was the King of Uruk, born two-thirds god and one-third human, carrying the divine blood of the god-king Anu!
Nameless replied calmly, "I can teach you to become a qualified king—one who leads his people to happiness."
"But I refuse! I enjoy saying no to self-righteous bastards like you! A mere mongrel—what right do you have to teach this king?!"
Gilgamesh showed no restraint whatsoever.
Even though the red-cloaked man before him carried an aura of a powerful visitor from another time and space—
He still didn't warrant a shred of Gilgamesh's respect. To him, this man was nothing more than a flailing bug.
Countless viewers watching all burst into laughter—
BoobVenerate-[Hahaha, here comes the familiar smell of a future "yes"!]
Blorbo-[Why does young Gilgamesh feel kinda like an edgy, foul-mouthed teen?]
Animalistic-[Is Nameless out of his mind, thinking he can be King of Heroe's teacher???]
IDigBigClock-[I love the King of Heroes the most! He has so much money!]
YaoiBreed-[You call that love? Please. You just want his wealth, you shameless bitch! I want his body—at least I'm honest!]
IDigBigClock-[Heh, and what could you do? Play fencing all day?!]
...
"As expected, with the arrogance, there's no way he'd accept that guy as a teacher."
Mordred took a bite of roasted potato and swallowed it without expression.
These days, Gawain cooked potatoes for her in every way imaginable.
At first, sure, they tasted decent. But no matter how good something is, if you eat it too much, you get sick of it.
Now just seeing potatoes gave her PTSD.
And the Knights of the Round Table said she had to keep eating them for over a year to see results.
Ugh.
But Mordred, in the spirit of the chivalric virtue of "honesty," chose to believe in these noble and trustworthy Round Table Knights.
After all, it was these very knights—along with Nameless—who once helped her grow strong in leaps and bounds.
"Hey Mordred, wanna make a bet?"
The radiant, noble Sun Knight Gawain beamed at her with a wide grin.
Mordred narrowed her eyes at him. "Bet on what?"
In their last bet, she hadn't believed Nameless was a real person. But then the video slapped her in the face, and she lost, forced to eat potatoes for a year.
Her father had long scolded her for not being a proper knight.
This time, Mordred was determined to prove herself—say what you mean, and do what you say!
"It's simple. I believe the King of Hero will come to see Nameless as either his most important teacher… or his closest friend!"
Gawain's sunny smile was dazzling. "If I lose, you don't have to eat potatoes for a year, and I'll even help you find Nameless and take care of your paperwork for a whole year! But if I win… you eat potatoes three times a day."
An extremely tempting wager.
"I…"
Mordred hesitated.
In previous episodes, The Witch of Vengeance and The Perfect King, Nameless had been simply outstanding.
But the Hero King had once said: he had only one true friend—Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven.
No one else had the qualifications to be called his "friend."
"Fine, I'll bet with you, you potato freak!"
Mordred, after a moment of hesitation, finally nodded.
She was already eating potatoes twice a day. Adding one more wasn't the end of the world.
Go big or go home—what if she won?
Then she wouldn't have to eat potatoes or deal with mountains of paperwork—for a whole year!
The video continued.
"You like calling others 'mongrel.' So here's the real question—you, who are two-thirds god and one-third man, aren't you the real mongrel?"
(T/N: Finalyyyy! Someone in the fate fic I read said it to his face!!)
Nameless looked at Gilgamesh with a faint smile, completely unfazed by his contempt.
"Humans only desire what they lack."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire place fell silent.
"You dare call this king a mongrel?"
Gilgamesh was stunned for a second, then instantly enraged.
Even the previously amused spectators were all shocked—
ConstipatedProcrastinator-[Holy crap, Nameless just called King of Hero a mongrel to his face?!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Gilgamesh, even as a youth, had terrifying strength—unlike Jeanne or King Artoria at that age!]
ICastFart-[The modern King of Hero is wise and virtuous… why does this one feel so different?]
EverydayNerd-[Now I get why the Epic of Gilgamesh portrayed him as a tyrant…]
AlphaSigma-[Damn, Alaya's exposing everything—wonder how King of Hero will react to this!]
ICastFart-[Are they about to throw hands?!]
YeetTheInfidel-[What did I miss?!?!]
...
Facing the furious king—
"I didn't insult you. I merely stated a fact." Nameless remained calm. "Your mother is a goddess, your father is the King of Uruk. So you are neither a pure human nor a pure god. Did I say anything wrong?"
"Mon—... Who are you?!"
Gilgamesh glared furiously at him.
A mere mortal had dared insult him to his face—and he was close to losing it. The divine blood of Anu surged within him, releasing a tempestuous force.
Once unleashed, it would destroy everything around them!
Yet—
Nameless was completely unfazed by his rage, and scolded him in an even colder tone,
"To wear the crown, you must first bear its weight. As a king, if you cannot let your people live in prosperity and peace—do you truly deserve to be king?"
Gilgamesh was already domineering and intense—
But this Nameless Heroic Spirit was even more imposing. He berated him—point for point, face to face!
"Mong—... this king… I…"
Gilgamesh wanted to erupt in fury and make the other kneel.
But then he looked around.
Countless people were suffering from terrible famine.
In this disaster, everyone lived in fear, thinking they were being punished by the gods.
Even their worship of him—their king—had vanished.
Everyone was praying to the gods.
All of this proved one thing: the other man was completely right.
Nameless continued, "Why aren't you talking? Is it because the gods' punishment makes you feel unworthy of the throne?"
"What, are you one of the gods' lapdogs?!"
Gilgamesh squeezed the words out between clenched teeth, suppressing his rising fury.
This was what he hated most.
That his people believed the gods deemed him unworthy to rule—and so punished them all.
An even worse disaster was fast approaching.
"Hahaha! Me, a lapdog of the gods?!" Nameless suddenly laughed out loud. "They don't deserve it! I have never believed in gods—I only believe in one thing: Man can conquer Heaven!"
His red cloak billowed in the wind—
At that moment, his boundless arrogance was on full display.
ConstipatedProcrastinator-[Holy, is this really a Nameless Heroic Spirit?!]
NotEmiyaLOL-[You're arrogant? I'm more arrogant!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Damn! First time I've seen someone act so cocky in front of King of Hero!]
ClipThat!-[Not gonna lie, he just pulled off another legendary moment!]
...
"He actually scolded him to his face?!"
Kirina stood there, mouth wide open in shock.
He's done it now!
The first person to dare call the Hero King out in person—has appeared!
Just what kind of rage is Gilgamesh, who's watching this right now, feeling?
Gulp~
Kirina took a swig of ice-cold cola to calm her nerves, and a bold thought appeared in her mind,
"Could this be… the King of hero's black history being exposed for public execution?!"