Durandal

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Heroic Spirits are, specifically, existences engraved into history. They often possess extremely formidable strength and their own legends. Unlike the Heroic Spirits of the Moonlit World (Type-Moon universe), the Heroic Spirits transformed by Gilgamesh's Authority are, in terms of the concept of a spiritual body, greater than in the concept of a heroic soul.

They are not constrained by Valhalla, yet they will die for Gilgamesh's commands. It could be said that once Gilgamesh cuts off the supply of his Authority to these Heroic Spirits, they will directly vanish from the world, not even leaving behind remains. However, at the same time, Gilgamesh does not have the ability to forcibly command these Heroic Spirits; their actions are entirely based on their own judgment. After all, in Valhalla, the warriors recruited by Odin, even while respecting the Allfather, do not obey all his commands.

Heroic Spirits will also gradually become stronger along with their own or Gilgamesh's legends; their strength is not fixed. Coupled with their endless lifespan as Heroic Spirits, the improvement in their strength will be quite considerable.

However, what deserved Gilgamesh's attention more at this moment was the counsel just presented by his newly subordinated subject.

"My King, could you possibly allow the knights of my Bronze Black Cross to also be transformed into Heroic Spirits under your command!?"

The young girl, after slightly adapting to the power that came with becoming a Heroic Spirit, also suppressed all her joy. After becoming a Heroic Spirit, the most direct benefits were not conveniences like no longer needing to breathe or eat, nor the ability to instantly recover from any injury due to the spiritual body, but rather the greatly enhanced strength.

Whether it was strength, endurance, or agility, Liliana felt her physical qualities had received an almost explosive improvement. It could be said that her current power was already two or three times her original strength. Such a huge improvement not only made her incredibly joyful but also made her find a way to increase her lord's strength.

No matter how strong a Godslayer was, they were still one person. If faced with a large number of targets simultaneously, they would naturally be overwhelmed. However, Gilgamesh, possessing the Authority of the Heroic Spirit Hall (Valhalla), could ennoble countless Heroic Spirit Knights. With the strength of being transformed into Heroic Spirits, no force whatsoever would be their match. Perhaps, before long, the Bronze Black Cross, with Gilgamesh's aid, could easily pacify all of Italy, or even Europe.

"Still not forgetting your comrades, Liliana." The golden King leaned slightly against the luxurious throne, his eyes slightly narrowed. Even with his intimidating crimson eyes hidden, he still exuded an aura of incomparable disdain for the mortal world.

Gilgamesh did not directly answer the girl but asked this instead. However, even a young girl like Liliana could clearly perceive the dissatisfaction in his tone.

"No, Your Majesty! It is to make more ignorant fools tremble before Your Majesty's renowned might!" Hearing Gilgamesh's questioning, a few drops of sweat appeared on Liliana's smooth forehead. However, she still chose not to give up. The young girl resolutely offered her counsel, even if Gilgamesh might detest her in the next moment, she would not hesitate.

"Is that so." Hearing the girl's answer, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Gilgamesh's eyes. After all, she was his personal knight. If she didn't even know how to flatter her King, she would be too derelict in her duties.

"Then this King shall permit it. Dame Liliana, if among the knights you choose, there are any who displease this King, or cause this King to lose face, then that shall be your responsibility!" Hearing the girl's firm words, Gilgamesh didn't intend to insist. After all, appropriately satisfying the requests and counsel of one's subordinates was also a choice a King should make.

"Yes! I will definitely not disappoint Your Majesty!" The girl once again knelt on one knee, a faint smile on her exquisitely elven-like face.

"Well then, regarding your reward, do you have any wishes, Dame Liliana?" The existence upon the throne spoke thus in a deep voice. He lightly quirked the corner of his mouth, a proud smile on his incomparably handsome face.

"I have no other requests, only to always serve by the King's side!" The girl lowered her exquisitely beautiful face, a reverent and humble smile upon it. No matter what merits she achieved, she would not show a hint of arrogance; this was her path as a knight.

"Is that so." Gilgamesh was silent for a moment, as if pondering something.

A moment later, a golden ripple slowly bloomed in his hand. Those golden waves carried wealth that countless people would admire. It was a black hilt, adorned with faint gold threads. Whether it was the bright silver blade or the intricate and magnificent patterns, everything constantly revealed the sanctity this sword signified.

The holy sword 'Durandal' – this was the name of the sword, and the legend it carried was revered by countless knights. As the sword of Roland, the world's first 'Paladin,' it contained countless sacred meanings. At this moment, it was tightly gripped in Gilgamesh's hand.

"Since you do not intend to ask for any reward, then this sword shall be your reward for pledging allegiance to this King!" Gilgamesh's tone carried an extremely unquestionable meaning. He was unwilling to give his Noble Phantasms to others, even to incomparably loyal subjects. However, this girl's meritorious service had to be rewarded, so Gilgamesh still chose to take out one of his treasures.

"This sword is named 'Durandal.' As a knight, you naturally know the meaning it represents," the King of Heroes said in a deep voice. He casually tossed the longsword, and it directly pierced the ground in front of Liliana – ground that had been magically reinforced to be comparable to steel.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I will cherish it as I cherish my own life!" Hearing the name of this sword, an incomparably joyful smile appeared on Liliana's usually stern face. Durandal was coveted by countless knights.

However, in the next moment, a horrified expression appeared on the girl's face.

"Well then, to have an audience with this King yet not kowtow, to directly face this King's majesty yet still hide your form, you skulking rat, do you wish so much to taste this King's wrath?"

Hearing the words spoken in a deep voice by the man on the throne, Liliana's face flushed with shame and anger. She disregarded etiquette, directly drew the longsword from before her, and aimed it at the wide main doors.

An incomparably handsome middle-aged man slowly materialized there.