[The earth is cracked and the sky is dim]
[The ground is full of traces of crushing, cracking, and helpless collapse]
[Flame-like smoke is swaying and burning]
[Two shadows are reflected in it, both of them are covered in dust and injuries from the battle. Although the injuries have now recovered, their appearances are still very embarrassed]
[It would not be surprising to say that the two had just been rolling in the mud]
[In fact, it is almost like that]
[The two not only exchanged blows with their swords, but also tore the earth with their fists and feet, and knocked each other into the ground]
[Their heroic postures in battle are already comparable to the gods]
[Every move is earth-shattering]
"Haha, Gil, I won again this time. But, compared to before, you have really improved a lot. Not only did you make me draw my sword, but you also made me use Conceptualization to this extent."
Moran was also sitting on the ground.
However, his degree of embarrassment was obviously much smaller, at least not as dusty as Gilgamesh.
"Hmph, you never run out of trump cards, even if I draw Ea, you still have countermeasures…"
Gilgamesh chuckled as he lay on the ground.
He accepted the fact of his defeat.
From the beginning, this hateful elder brother has been one step ahead of him, and the result this time is the same as usual.
However, there is one difference.
He felt that he was gradually approaching Moran, not like before when he had no ability to resist at all.
Most importantly, this battle was wonderful.
The two enjoyed the process very much.
"Hahaha, little Gil, don't admire your brother, your brother is just a legend."
"You bastard are just showing off, you just crawled out of your mother's womb one step ahead of me! Get out of here, as expected, seeing you just makes me unhappy!"
Gilgamesh was scolding.
But there was a faint smile on his face.
The two returned to the bickering between brothers, as if the earth-shattering battle had nothing to do with them.
However, after a burst of noise and laughter.
They still have to face the most important issue, the one they were talking about during the battle.
"Come, let's drink. I found this from Eridu, it's old and has a mellow taste."
"Oh? Interesting, to be praised by you like this really makes me curious. Although your interests are terrible, I still recognize your taste."
Moran casually took out a bottle of ale.
I don't know where the wine and glasses came from, but the two of them drank on the war-torn battlefield.
The wine entered their stomachs, and the two savored it carefully.
There was a brief silence at this moment.
"Gil, in the battle, you complied with me and chose not to set the battle in Uruk, but outside the city. Are you deliberately putting on a tyrant's appearance?"
"Foolish, I'm just protecting my property, whether it's the city-state or the people, they're just my property. How could I let my property shrink because of messing around with you?"
Gilgamesh glanced at Moran.
This cold and arrogant attitude was just a disguise.
Moran is the elder brother who has seen Gilgamesh grow up since he was a child, how could he not see the truth behind his attitude.
Therefore, Moran smiled and said, "Property, huh… Okay, if that's what you want to argue. But, I've seen you grow up since you were a child, are you really going to use this kind of rhetoric to prevaricate your big brother?"
"Tsk, you…"
"Don't look at me like that, I said, this time I'm just here as an elder brother. So, I still want to hear your thoughts, I think you have a reason for doing these things."
Although he didn't want to lose to others in terms of momentum.
But Gilgamesh could only admit Moran's status as an elder brother in terms of both status and strength.
What's more, he is the only one who can see through his heart like this.
"You are so tyrannical to Uruk, this method doesn't look like protection to outsiders."
"No, that's precisely to protect Uruk."
"What do you mean? Your people are suffering because of your tyranny, and people are eager to be freed from the hard work you have imposed."
Moran asked unhurriedly.
His temperament is very different from Gilgamesh's.
Pursuing a country that can be surrounded by happiness.
This is the goal that Moran once pursued, and he did create an ideal country in an independent world.
"Protection alone is not guarding. Sometimes some cruelty is needed. After all, it is the king's mission to forge the future of this planet, and this is what I was born to bear."
Gilgamesh paused and said.
Looking at the clear wine in the glass with phosphorescent light, a more complex emotion appeared on his face.
"…I see, you are not taking the perspective of people as a starting point, but the perspective of human beings as a group…"
"Don't always treat me like a child. On the contrary, I find it strange that you are less like a human than anyone else, but you are closer to humans than anyone else. This is what I can't do."
Gilgamesh said very calmly.
His temperament is different from Moran's, but they both have essential differences from humans.
"I am the king. I will live as the king.
For the humans who have decided to go their own way… I will also accompany the choices of humans until the end of the world.
Humans are fragile and small, but the things that humans create are full of value. This is something that even I would be amazed by, they contain infinite possibilities."
Gilgamesh is focused on the whole of humanity.
Rather than a single individual.
To this end, he chose a different royal way from Moran, he knew his duty as the Wedge of Heaven.
The gods just wanted him to persuade humans to return to the hands of the gods.
But, Gilgamesh is the King of Men.
How could he be willing to become a tool in the hands of the gods.
"Is this your choice? If you go down this road, no one will be able to understand you. Gil, even in the face of this cruelty, are you going to go on?"
[You already understand Gilgamesh's will]
[The cruelty he gives is not for himself]
[But, for the sake of many human beings]
[Currently, human beings are at a moment of farewell to the gods, and they must walk out of the ivory tower of the gods]
[Human beings must face the world with their own strength]
[Farewell to the Age of Gods, this is the choice that human beings are making today, and Gilgamesh has heard the voice of human beings]
[Therefore, as the current king]
[He needs to practice the goal - farewell to the gods, looking to the future]