"Since my subject has chosen to go to Uruk to see me, I naturally want to show you my heyday, right?"
"Besides, if you haven't seen this king in his prime, how can you become a minister who can fight alongside me?"
"Let's go and come with this king."
Gilgamesh stepped down from the throne and walked in front of several people.
Several people looked at each other and followed behind Wang.
Uruk has been completely destroyed. Fortunately, the steps of the palace are still intact and can lead to the half-smashed high platform.
Standing on the edge of the high platform, the king and his ministers looked down at the ruins of Uruk. The ministers looked unbearable, but the king was calm and calm.
"King...where will Uruk go next?"
Matthew asked a little reluctantly.
"This king said it."
King Gilgamesh crossed his chest and said nothing.
"Uruk will not die."
"I am not dead yet, and even if I die in the war with Tiamat, Uruk will still not die."
"The light of human civilization will always stand, and the successors will continue to make Sumer prosper."
"...Is this so..."
Matthew still looked a little intolerant.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the rising sun on the horizon, and then glanced at the palm of his hand.
What she was holding were the flowers that Merlin gave to her before he left.
He said, let her do as she likes.
Fujimaru Ritsuka lightly pursed her lips and bit the tip of her tongue.
She walked up to Mashu, leaned down, and placed the flower on the highest point of the destroyed Uruk.
This is a kind of memorial.
Gilgamesh sighed.
"How arrogant...Fujimaru Ritsuka."
I am not from this time and space, but I want to take the place of the people here and bear such sorrow.
...What is it if it's not arrogance?
"I'm telling you, this is Ritsuka's wish after all." Ishtar said somewhat unhappily.
She is the god of Uruk. Now that Uruk has become like this, she is no less sad than Gilgamesh.
Nan She looked at the sun in a daze and didn't know what she was thinking.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Gilgamesh glared at Ishtar.
He took two steps forward, walked to Fujimaru Ritsuka, and patted Fujimaru Ritsuka on the shoulder.
"Although I am arrogant, I...can understand it."
"Mourning the dead is a necessary act to survive. This king is not mocking you."
"I understand, King."
Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up, her eyes still on the flower.
"I once walked the longest journey in the world, not as a king, nor as a demigod, but just as a human being, an ordinary man."
"I am afraid of death and pursue ways to avoid death, reverse death, and even transcend death."
"That trip..."
Gilgamesh lowered his proud head, and the look in his eyes was a mixture of nostalgia for the past and a tendency toward sadness.
"It's too long."
"Even from the perspective of time, my walking did not take too long, but my soul walked longer than my body."
"That journey even surpasses an ordinary human life."
Gilgamesh said with certainty.
"I did not get salvation, I just got a spiritual grass."
"According to the person who gave me the spiritual grass, as long as I eat that spiritual grass, I will gain the ability to live forever... and have a longer lifespan than I have now."
Gilgamesh was over sixty years old, but he did not remember the specific age. Perhaps only the dead Siduri remembered that kind of thing.
"I took the spiritual grass back to Uruk, and returned to the city-state that belongs to me. Before entering the city, I was tired and dirty, so I wanted to wash my body in the pool."
"I fell asleep, just in the water, leaning on the shore, and fell asleep."
Neither Fujimaru Ritsuka nor Mashu made a sound.
Of course they knew this allusion. It was the most talked about legend among the legends about King Gilgamesh.
But hearing such a story told by me is an experience... that is beyond common sense.
"The spiritual grass was taken away, by a mere snake without any power."
"I am not angry. Even though the only thing I gained during this journey was taken away, I am not angry. I only remember... that it was a hearty laugh. It was my heart.
Wang will probably never laugh heartily again in his life."
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he raised his head.
"What you gain throughout your life will be lost again before it ends, and even if you lose it, you have to face tomorrow."
"This is the arrogant attitude of human beings, the unruly attitude that will not be tamed by anything. Even if it is ridiculous like a joke, only realizing all this when he is about to die is enough to prove that the so-called human beings have almost
Infinite room for growth.”
"Continue to grow even at the last second before death, and persist in surviving even at the last moment before the end..."
"This is the history of mankind, Fujimaru Ritsuka."
Gilgamesh looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and said with a smile.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Gilgamesh looked at each other, and saw his own shadow in Gilgamesh's eyes.
"You...are just the person this era needs, Fujimaru Ritsuka."
"Even if you don't stay in anyone's memory, even if you can't save everyone outside of your ability, you are still."
“No one else needs to admit this matter—this king will admit it!”
"but--"
Gilgamesh's eyes became serious.
"The dangers and terrors that stand in front of you are far from over, but you need to firmly believe that as long as there is a real you standing there, then everything you do will be correct!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka put her hand on her chest.
"Yes, King!"
She answered Gilgamesh's words as firmly as ever.
The flowers given by Merlin were picked up by the morning breeze and scattered into the distance. Everyone will remember the city of Uruk, the king, and the glory of this city.
"Ritsuka, Mashu, the channel for spirit transfer has been prepared. You can start preparing to come back."
Roman's voice rang out at just the right time, with a hint of smile and helplessness in his voice.
"Although I really don't want to interrupt you at this time, but as King Gilgamesh said, your journey is not over yet, and you...it's time to come back."