Chapter 57: Foolish Purity

Listening to the King's arrogant words, devoid of any pretense, Liliruca felt a bone-chilling cold, as if she were in an ice prison.

"No, no."

She softly whimpered, her eyes gradually losing their focus.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To revolve around the existence of the Demon King in that countless succession of celestial calamities, and to participate in battles against gods and god-slayers—no matter what, even as an attendant knight, it would be an unparalleled honor.

Such an opportunity, if obtained by those who chased fame and fortune, would never be handed over to others.

But, that was Liliruca, a knight of utmost purity.

Even if it meant killing, it would always be with the goodwill of helping more people. Even if stained with fresh blood, that ideal, or that wish, would be incomparably pure.

Such a thing, no matter how vast or how grand the lavish stage, could never conceal the mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath it.

Just the aftershocks brought by those who dared to fight against gods would cause how many people to suffer and die?

Even if it was immeasurable, no matter what, it was certainly not a small number.

Knowing this point, understanding it clearly, Liliruca firmly believed that this was absolutely not a just battlefield.

She must absolutely stop him!

With such determination in her heart, the young girl half-knelt without hesitation on the console covered by the fiery red carpet.

"Please withdraw such an order, O King of Heroes. Please have a little pity on those people in the Far East."

She said this with such determination, not at all considering what kind of response her loyal King would have.

Perhaps, even if he did consider it, he would definitely not agree.

She was a knight, pure and proud, a knight who would never place her honor above mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

As expected, the King's response was utterly dismissive, not at all concerned with his subordinate's will.

"Since it's neither my territory nor my subjects, why should I care about their lives and deaths?"

He said faintly, as if those hundreds of thousands of lives were so insignificant, just like the crystal goblet in his hand, easily crushed.

"How truly laughable. You only need to follow my footsteps, and then gradually advance. That's enough. Why bother caring about the lives lost along the way!"

In his emotionless words, there was a peculiar tenderness and implication. However, Liliruca felt a bone-chilling coldness, like a millennia-old unmoving ice.

"But that's so many lives!"

Liliruca denied Gilgamesh's pride-filled words without hesitation. She whimpered, her eyes filled with a different kind of color.

Perhaps, this was also her flaw. Her excessive kindness, a kindness that made her unwilling to even crush a small insect, would eventually become her hindrance.

Gilgamesh couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although Liliruca, as a knight, was indeed overly qualified, such a flaw was simply too fatal.

"So, as I said, that is not my territory or my subjects, so there is no need to consider it."

He said in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence towards Liliruca.

"If you want to reduce casualties for those杂种 (mongrels) in the Far East, then it depends on your effort, Liliruca."

As he said this, he slightly narrowed his fiery red eyes, revealing a hint of impatience.

Upon hearing this, Liliruca's already dull and spiritless eyes once again ignited with a light called hope.

Indeed, if they were not Gilgamesh's subjects, there was no need to consider them. But if they submitted to this King, it would naturally reduce the damage they would suffer.

Liliruca, who deeply understood this point, lightly nodded her exquisite head.

"I understand, my King!"

Saying this, she once again deeply bowed, and performed her most meticulous knightly courtesy towards the King who was leaning obliquely on the sofa, exuding a lazy charm.

"I will quickly make those people in the Far East understand your greatness and then follow you. Please, can you slow your pace a bit."

The young girl who said this had a light in her eyes called determination.

No matter what, she would save the people of that island nation, who were completely unrelated to her. That incomparably resolute meaning.

But, would it truly be as she wished?

A faint, almost imperceptible sneer hung on Gilgamesh's lips, a smile pregnant with hidden meaning.

Undoubtedly, those guys called the 'Official Editing Committee' naturally didn't wish for another King to be above them, taking away their power.

Therefore, it was these guys who were helped who would desperately reject Liliruca's good intentions.

However, Gilgamesh naturally had no reason to inform this young girl of such things.

After all, letting her suffer some setbacks, he thought, would also do her quite a bit of good. For this overly pure, even naive young girl, clearly seeing the ugly faces of those so-called rulers was also a substantial step forward.

"Before I resolve the issue with Athena, do as you please."

He said faintly, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

"I obey your will, my King!"

Liliruca said softly, a light called determination flashing in her eyes.

Perhaps, for this young girl, saving tens of thousands of lives might be even more important than her own life and death.

...

But, would such a saint truly be allowed to exist in this world?

Looking at her extremely solemn expression, Gilgamesh's lips curled slightly, carving out a disdainful smile.

So, young girl, let this King see, is what you cast a peerless miracle, or a heartbreaking sorrow?

On the other side, on a beach located in Italy,

Tides lapped at the golden sand, and sea winds swept through the trees on the beach.

That faint sound continuously echoed in this tranquil night sky.

Until that figure appeared, everything turned into silence.

As if welcoming the King's arrival, the sea waves slowly turned calm, and the breeze gradually ceased.

"Bringing a snake in her body, is the King going to be here too?"

It was a clear voice, with unparalleled majesty.

But the tenderness within it, and the cuteness contained within that tenderness, would probably be easily felt by anyone.

It was a silver-haired young girl, her figure shining brightly in the pitch-black, silent night sky.

At this moment, her face overflowed with unprecedented fighting spirit.

"Then, let's meet again in that distant battlefield, God-Slayer. Let's see if you can provide a stage worthy of me."

As the ancient tone dissipated into the air, whether it was the whistling sea wind or the surging waves, they returned once more.

However, that silver figure gradually vanished.

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