Typemoon: Starting Out as the Lion King [235]

However, Alaric couldn't confirm the authenticity of this ability. It felt as if learning it made no difference. Just as Alaric was about to seek Merlin for some after-sales service, he was dismissed with the excuse that there was no after-sales service, and that mastery depended entirely on the individual.

Still, Alaric understood that he hadn't truly attained Independent Manifestation.

He was one step away from using the ability of Independent Manifestation.

But that one step was like an impassable chasm.

Faced with that step, even Alaric had no solution to cross it. Or rather, Alaric already knew the answer—

To become a Beast, a Humanity's Evil, would naturally grant him the ability to use it.

But it wasn't enough. At present, Alaric still hasn't clarified the path he should take. Falling into depravity as a Beast would only lead to—

"Ana?"

Sitting idly on the walls of Uruk, Alaric turned to look at the girl who had appeared beside him. The hood that seemed to have taken root on her head had been removed at some point, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.

She was like a delicate, blossoming flower.

Over the past ten days, Alaric had spent the most time with Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, and Ana. But as the saying goes, all feasts must come to an end; the day of parting would inevitably arrive.

It had been a day since Gorgon, the Beast Goddess, launched an attack on the northern wall. Out of the six Heroic Spirits defending the wall, three had fallen.

Even Kingu had appeared on the northern front yesterday. With two divine-level enemies invading, even six Heroic Spirits couldn't hold them back.

As for the reason behind Gorgon's attack on the northern wall, Alaric could easily guess.

It was to seize soldiers from the northern wall as resources to cultivate demonic beasts. The citizens of Nippur, who had been treated as a food supply, had all been evacuated. Kingu and Gorgon, realizing this too late, had lost their fastest source for replenishing the demonic beasts.

Aside from relying on Gorgon's divine powers to cultivate the beasts, the only other option was to use human materials for the cultivation.

"Thank you so much for these past days."

Ana raised a hand to hold down her long hair, which was being lifted by the gentle wind. With a shy smile, she said, "Alaric, really, thank you."

"?"

Hearing Ana's words, which sounded like a farewell, Alaric raised an eyebrow slightly. He quickly grasped the meaning behind her words.

By now, the Three Goddess Alliance initiated by Gorgon had already collapsed. Two of the goddesses had completely joined Uruk's side, leaving only the last one, Gorgon, the Beast Goddess.

And today, after a long silence, Gorgon reappeared and launched another attack on the northern wall.

Alaric wasn't going to miss this golden opportunity. Not only Alaric, but Ana also felt the same.

The final battle wasn't going to be initiated by Gorgon but decided by them.

Alaric could roughly guess what Ana was thinking at this moment.

Precisely because of this, Alaric felt it was necessary to express what was on his mind.

"I can kill Gorgon. Even though she is an immortal existence, I can still kill her."

Gazing into the distant horizon, Alaric slowly said, "But this is your choice, Ana. I… will not reject it."

Alaric understood very well that rejecting Ana would mean denying the very meaning of her existence.

The obsessions that Heroic Spirits carry when they manifest in the world were not something Alaric could deny.

"Because it's you—"

Looking at Alaric's back, Ana softly said, "Please, keep moving forward."

Over the past ten days, not only had Alaric grown closer to Ana, but Ana had also learned about Alaric's past from Fujimaru and Mash.

For this reason, the pure-hearted Ana held a small hope in her heart—that Alaric's future would be smooth.

That he could move forward alongside Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

After the brief interlude on the city wall, Alaric, comforted by Ana, sought out Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash, who were resting. Fujimaru was lying spread-eagle in the shade, paying no heed to her posture. Mash, sitting beside her, was gently fanning her with a small fan.

Even though the Chaldea Mystic Code adjusted temperatures, Fujimaru still enjoyed the feeling of the wind brushing her face.

It helped her feel a bit more refreshed and relaxed after a long day.

When Alaric arrived, Fujimaru didn't bother to get up from the ground. Her voice, sounding almost like a groan, rang out: "Sir Alaric, do you need something?"

After spending the past ten days together, Fujimaru had gained a deeper understanding of Alaric.

A complete chaotic troublemaker.

When not dealing with serious matters, Alaric was practically the same as Merlin—both birds of a feather, partners in crime who constantly caused trouble in Britain.

Because of this, Fujimaru found it easier to get along with Alaric.

With her ability to communicate with various Heroic Spirits of vivid and distinct personalities, and even draw them in, Fujimaru could be said to be a Grand Charmer. No one could escape the allure of her personality, as radiant as the morning sun.

Alaric didn't waste words and explained his intentions, causing Fujimaru to jump up from the ground in an instant.

"Please take me with you!"

"By the way, have you seen Quetzalcoatl?"

When news of Gorgon's attack on the northern wall arrived, Alaric had already gone alone to the jungle to invite Quetzalcoatl to join the fight against Gorgon.

Even without Ana's request, Alaric wouldn't have allowed Gorgon to continue cultivating demonic beasts.

The time to defeat Gorgon and bring this Singularity to an end was imminent.

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"King Gilgamesh, I'm preparing to head to the northern wall. Are you ready?"

After many days, Alaric once again entered the Ziggurat in Uruk. Without exchanging pleasantries with Gilgamesh, he went straight to the point: "I'm planning to defeat the Beast Goddess Gorgon today. King Gilgamesh, what do you think?"

Alaric was never a subordinate under Gilgamesh's command but more of a collaborator.

They moved forward together toward the same goal. But even so, Alaric felt it was time to act.

Dragging things out any longer would only give Gorgon more time to grow. The large number of demonic beasts she was cultivating would undoubtedly cause massive casualties—disasters that even Alaric couldn't prevent.

Sitting on his throne, Gilgamesh gazed deeply at Alarc and his companions, who had forcefully entered the Ziggurat. His eyes were profound, but he soon gave his answer: "I permit you. Alaric, go and defeat the final goddess.

Put an end to the Three Goddess Alliance."

Over the past ten days, Gilgamesh hadn't relaxed for even a second. To ensure the fastest production of designs and their implementation, he had given his all.

After a brief moment of thought, Gilgamesh looked down at Alaric and his group. Standing beside Alaric were Chaldea's representatives and goddess Quetzalcoatl.

Alaric's confident expression seemed to convey that he was certain of victory in this battle.

With a faint smile, Gilgamesh asked, "Alaric, do you think you can win?"

"If it's Gorgon and Kingu, it might be a bit troublesome—"

But Alaric didn't think he would lose.

"Nah, I'd win."