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At this moment, in a small town on the island of Sardinia, a lovely young boy was wandering about aimlessly.
Of course, if this were a certain corrupt country like England, something bad would probably happen.
However, if one were to take into account this youth's strength, the so-called bad things would absolutely not be able to be said.
Because, that was a god. Even if it was a Heretic God, it was the same. Absolutely a being that mortals on earth could not even hope to look up to.
The Heretic God named Verethragna was wandering aimlessly through these quaint streets. Until he saw it, that figure appearing on the horizon, like a wild boar, incomparably robust, even so robust it was slightly excessive.
"My, my, are you on an aimless rampage again, wild boar?"
From the youth's slender throat, a strange tone emerged, just like someone from hundreds of years ago. Both his phrasing and intonation were clearly ancient.
And at this time, this wild boar also noticed this youth, this incomparably handsome youth.
This divine beast, a wild boar fully tens of meters in size, raised its ferocious and sharp tusks. From its wide, clumsy snout, a roar filled with unparalleled killing intent roared.
Then, as if it were a bulldozer, it plowed through those innocent buildings, charging towards the youth.
As for any houses or humans that died beneath its feet, it wouldn't care in the slightest.
After all, it had come for this youth, this youth who was one-tenth of Verethragna.
"Well then, this is the last one, isn't it? The last 'incarnation,' right?"
The youth lightly asked and answered himself, his tone filled with contentment. As if that charging wild boar, capable of easily overturning a main battle tank, was so insignificant.
No, perhaps it was insignificant in itself.
Because, he, signified victory! Signified a victory that absolutely could not be altered!
He was victory itself! He was one-tenth of the incarnation of that Eastern God of War, the incarnation named "Youth," the incarnation that made all humans submit!
This youth smiled lightly, the corners of his mouth revealing a smile like that of a mischievous child.
"I am the Victor!"
He chanted as such. Following this extremely clear and crisp, yet also imposing voice, golden points of light slowly gathered in his hand.
Then, that sword forged of gold thus materialized out of thin air from his empty, fair little hand.
"I am he who will surely be victorious!"
He spoke as such, holding the golden sword horizontally, aiming it at the charging wild boar.
At this moment, in his eyes, there was not a trace of fear or contempt, only endless battle intent.
The battle intent to annihilate the enemy, the battle intent to fight fiercely, the battle intent for victory, and, the battle intent to face a sufficiently strong opponent, and then be defeated just like that!
He was the God of War, the guardian of warriors, the Eastern God of War, the symbol of invincibility!
"Well then, the battle of myths is about to begin. Before that, wild boar, let me warm up properly!"
A small, flawless hand, holding that incomparably sharp golden sword,
Slowly swung down.
Immediately following, endless golden light burst forth, accompanied by the sound of all things shattering.
And,
The wail of that wild boar at the moment of its death.
And on the other side of Sardinia,
The King and the Knight journeyed together.
"This should be northern Sardinia, right? Uh, probably."
The young knight named Liliana had beads of cold sweat slowly trickling down her fair forehead.
Without a doubt, she, who was terrible with directions, was currently facing the most serious dilemma in this world.
"How boring. Can't you just ask one of this King's subjects for directions? Or do you see this King as someone so arrogant that he wouldn't even ask for directions?"
The King, known as the King of Heroes, leaned lightly against the window of a nearby shop.
However, probably no shop assistant would rashly shoo him away. Setting aside the aura of extreme wealth he clearly possessed, just based on his incomparably handsome appearance, no one would drive him away.
No, that's exactly what I thought.
Liliana gently grumbled about her king internally, but then fiercely shook her head as if to discard such a disrespectful thought.
Indeed, this king was incomparably arrogant, but in some minor matters, he could be considered to disregard trivialities.
Liliana was slightly overjoyed that she had, with great difficulty, once again discovered a good point about her king.
However, she then became dejected again.
"Well? You wouldn't expect this King to ask for directions, would you, Lady Liliana?"
Although it was a question, it was undoubtedly phrased in an absolutely irrefutable tone. Though not absolutely condescending, Liliana knew that if she harbored any doubts, the king would surely let her know the price of offending a king.
In short, such an embarrassing task as asking for directions, it seemed, no, it would inevitably fall upon her shoulders.
However, this was, after all, also a manifestation of a knight's loyalty.
Liliana comforted herself on one hand, while dejectedly walking towards a passerby on the other, a faint smile on her face.
Even if she was not good at socializing, she would still perform basic etiquette.
A moment later, Liliana, having obtained accurate route information, returned with light steps.
Seeing the king unchanged in the same spot, Liliana couldn't help but sigh in relief.
He didn't cause any trouble for me... no, I shouldn't think like that!
The young girl fiercely shook her head, once again trying to forget her offense, then walked towards Gilgamesh.
"My King, I have inquired about the accurate route!"
She said with a smile tinged with a desire for praise. Indeed, for this young girl who had always been accompanied by a large number of knights and attendants, this was probably her first time asking for directions herself.
Holding such thoughts, Gilgamesh, under the young girl's surprised gaze, gently stroked Liliana's silver, beautiful hair.
Liliana, enjoying the head-pat, immediately revealed a blissful smile.
However, immediately after, this trace of her happiness vanished like smoke under the king's words.
"Well done, Lady Liliana. Then, as a reward, this King shall dine with you!"
The king spoke as such, his tone carrying absolute unquestionability.
"Eh?"
The young girl let out a cute-sounding wail, as if puzzled about something.
"What, do you expect this King to wait for that train which is never on time?"
The king spoke as such, a hint of a smile in his crimson eyes.
"Quickly go contact the mages stationed here, my subject!"
Hearing such a command, Liliana couldn't help but let out an extremely dejected cry.
The young girl's heart echoed.
Then, what on earth was the point of me losing so much face asking for directions!