'One swing—, two swings—, three swings—'
Swish, swish
—Munya, hmm?
'Four swings—, five swings—'
Swish, swish
—What's happening...?
'One is missing... that is'
—Who—
'You!'
—Uhyaaa!?
"Wah!?"
'Ufufu, good morning. It's a nice morning.'
"Sh-Shiki-chan...?"
'It's a ghost story-style wake-up call. Were you surprised? Come, it looks like the battle is about to begin.'
"Ah... you woke me up... Thank you!"
'Ufufu, we are both unaccustomed to interacting with others, aren't we. Let's get along from now on? We can have a long talk later. Leave guarding the house to me, go on now, have a safe trip.'
"Yes! Fou, Fou! Waake uuup!"
(Ea's, Ebihu mountain... munya munya)
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Birth! The Child of Light!
"Come on, come on! Put more hip into it!"
Roars fly in the training room during the morning hours.
"Don't thrust with strength, thrust with your body! With the best breathing and striking point, pierce through the enemy!"
"Osu!!"
...The one teaching Ricca Fujimaru the secrets of the spear and training her is the blue lancer, Cú Chulainn.
Dressed in a sports bra and spats, the stance of wielding a spear is being thoroughly drilled into her.
"Think carefully about the sequence of flow! Visualize in your head how to kill, how to pierce!"
"Osu!!"
"Think about the details after you kill 'em! Now, your flank is open!!"
Cú Chulainn intentionally creates an opening.
"—Ah!!"
She adjusts her breathing, concentrates her consciousness, and thrusts in a straight line—!
"—Alriiight, well done! Hehe, not bad!"
Grabbing the spearhead with two fingers, Cú Chulainn laughs.
"Aniki is really good at teaching!"
"Right? Only idiots did Celtic training, so I was hesitant to teach... but it turns out, I just had to teach it in a way I understand! At least I can teach it to ordinary people better than Shishou or Fergus."
"I'm happy to learn the spear from Aniki too! But why now?"
"Hmm? Ah, you've been drilled perfectly by those guys and have the groundwork laid, so I figured teaching you the basics wouldn't be a problem... and there was something a bit frustrating."
"Frustrating? What is?"
"You've mastered the katana, fists, and bow, but I realized no one taught you the spear. It's a bit plain, but the spear is certainly an effective and good weapon. Leaving aside not learning it... I felt a bit frustrated that you might think 'It's no problem not using a spear.' Spears are good, you know? Spears. You can thrust quickly and kill quickly. Well, mostly I throw it and it doesn't come back though! Well, in that case, just pick it up and throw it again! Hahahaha!"
Cú Chulainn laughs cheerfully. He stretches while scrubbing his face with a bath towel.
"When you say spear, you mean Aniki, and when you say Aniki, you mean spear! Everyone knows Gáe Bolg!"
"Well, it's incredibly famous. That's the reason I vow a certain kill. Since my identity gets exposed in one shot, I make sure to kill. Enemies of course—even a brat who wandered in by mistake and peeked."
He opens a plastic bottle and pours water over his head.
"Severe..."
"That's what war work is. You can't kill people based on likes and dislikes. Even if it's a close friend, if they're an enemy, you kill. Even if it's your parent's enemy, if they're an ally, you protect. That's the rule of the era I ran through."
"...Come to think of it, Aniki, because of a geis, your son..."
"—Yeah. I killed him."
"...Sorry."
"It's a fact. Don't worry about it. Just, well, a geis is like a curse that brings a hundred troubles for ten blessings. It's natural for a warrior to bear it... but that was heavier than dying. Connla was the same. He swore a geis not to name himself, was sent by Shishou on an errand, and I killed him. —Even though he was a brat who didn't know anything."
He gazes blankly at the sky.
"If you met him, you might get along with him too. He's a cute guy, you know?"
"Yeah! If I meet him, I want to be friends!"
"Haha, well if I were a Caster, summoning him wouldn't be impossible..."
He murmurs somewhat idly.
"So you were here, Dog! Ricca! What are you playing around for!"
Appearing is the Guardian of Paradise, humanity's oldest King of Heroes, Gilgamesh.
Wearing a mischievous child-like smile on his face, he heckles the two.
"Enough with the beastly frolicking! Come to the control room! We will begin the briefing for the Singularity conquest!"
"Oh, it's already that time. Sorry for keeping you so long. Do your best, Ricca. If you need anything—"
"What are you spacing out for! This time you are participating too, Dog! No, Cú Chulainn!"
"...Hah?"
"Just follow me! A verbal promise is still a promise! I am letting you have the glory, cry with joy! Fuhaha! I don't mind if you wag your tail? I shall pet you!"
"Don't underestimate a Celtic dog, you bastard?"
"Aniki, let's just go anyway!"
"O-Oh! —But, a promise...? Did the Celts become a Singularity or something?"
Harboring doubts, Ricca and Cú Chulainn were led by the King to the control room...
"You are gathered! Everyone is here! Good! I will explain the overview! Listen well!"
Everyone was already gathered in the control room. The usual faces, starting with Olga Marie.
—King, that appearance is...?
When I woke up, I was very surprised. The current King is not wearing armor on his upper body, and his hair is down; he has taken the form of his full power from the past.
"This? This is my formal attire from when I knew not death, lived as I pleased in the wild, and vied for supremacy with my friend. A form unveiled to save you, my full-spirit attire with carelessness and conceit discarded."
—Is he that formidable an enemy?
"Hmph, fool. As if I would get serious against a mere dog. This is simply keeping my body and spirit in the best condition to protect my Princess, my soul."
—...
"Since you declare that you are scared despite me dwelling within you. I simply decided to get even more serious, thinking I must protect you with even more spirit. Fear does not suit you. I shall shatter all idle thoughts and hardships. As my peerless Princess, you need only look at the world with eyes sparkling with joy and delight, and look up at me with a gaze of respect and longing."
...Truly, unfair...
—Thank you very much... He-Hero King...
"—Hm. Somehow that doesn't sit right."
...?
"We have come this far, 'King' forever is boring. ...Alright."
The Hero King grins.
"When conversing with me, I permit you to call me by a nickname. Do not hesitate, call me Gil."
—Eeeh!?
"Fuhaha, it is special only for you? Rejoice? Praise me. I have received your respect and gratitude. All that remains is affection. Call me sweetly, like you would call a brother or father."
—That is, th-th-that is too awe-inspiring, but... if, if that is the King's ruling...
"Ah, do not call me that outside of My Room. My cheeks will loosen and it will be no place for battle."
Y-Yes! Gil! —Ah, King!
"Hmph, as I thought, you are worth teasing; truly a soul worthy of being placed by my side."
—I-I'm being toyed with... Uuh.
"The conversation has derailed. The selection of treasures is finished, correct?"
—Yes. I have prepared all the origins of the weapons Cú Chulainn took in his hands.
His armaments are truly diverse, so conversely, it was easy.
If I strained my eyes and grabbed, it was almost certain to be there.
"Hee, next is America!"
"Magically speaking it's not a big deal, but from a global perspective, it's undoubtedly an important turning point. To the extent that a world without America wouldn't be our history."
Roman taking the form of Solomon. His outfit is that of the King of Jerusalem.
"...Or rather, you are in that outfit, Romani."
"There's no need to hide anymore. I will steel my resolve for everyone's sake too."
"The G-D is nice, isn't it!"
"Nice..."
Incidentally, the library stores broadcast footage up to the latest history of parallel worlds. It observes using the application of the net. This is why they know footage of a ruined future.
"If a living being knows the reward that lies beyond salvation, their efficiency skyrockets" were the King's words. ...I think that's true.
"Hiii♥ Countermeasures against peeping from Demon Gods are left to meeee♥"
Dressed in Chaldea staff uniform, the Caster of Midrash sits at a desk made next to Roman's.
"I am used to handling Demon Gods♪ Leave Roman-sama's privacy to meeee♥"
"...So, that means... I'll do my best as much as possible too!"
"Not as much as possible, do your best!"
"Yes! Director!"
Later, David would say. 'Isn't Solomon bowing and scraping to Abishag too funny?'
Ah, he is Roman after all...
"It matters not where we go! After all, it is a Singularity; crushing it remains the same! Rather, focus on the treasures and enemies that lie beyond! Paying attention to dungeon design is the work of an artist!"
"Meaning, me! Come on—everyone likes suggestive murals, right?"
"I will not forgive Mimics! I will not forgive Mimics!! I forgive them less than that black thing in summer! Fangs attacking me as I open a treasure chest with expectation swelling in my chest after finally reaching it! My friend coolly prattling 'I knew, but didn't you know?' while looking askance at me writhing in agony—!!! Even one Mimic per Ea opening is not enough satisfy me!!"
—The King's regret is transmitting to me! And we are derailed! King!
"That is right... I cannot forget that friend's bitter smile! Why did he not tell me! I think it's a bit questionable as a friend to just watch without any intention of helping!"
"No, I don't know about your stupidity, but what does that have to do with me."
"It is obvious! Because you, driven mad by the Holy Grail, are in America!"
"————————Hah?"
Cú Chulainn looks blank.
"What did you just say?"
"Clean your ears, Dog! Some fool somewhere used it to obtain you! What do you think my treasure is! Do not speak of it in the same breath as a frisbee or something! If they want a frisbee, I would give them one!"
"————It can't be Scáthach-shishou. Emer wouldn't even think of such a stupid thing. Aoife appearing is impossible... ————Aaaaaah~~~~!!!"
Aniki holds his head.
"'Queen Medb, that stupid woman'!! Right! She'd absolutely do it! If it's her, she'd do it! Uwah, sorry guys! Seriously sorry! Really my bad! Seriously a disgrace to the Ulster Cycle!"
"Is she that bad? I want to meet her!"
"Master might get along with her! Like, in a blood-washing-blood kind of way."
"No no no no no no no no no!! Cú Chulainn strengthened by a Holy Grail!?"
(...Dizzy)
Marie gets dizzy and sways.
"Director!?"
"Bad! This is very bad! Cú Chulainn is a Great Hero so multi-talented that his Class divisions are thorough and his aspects are segmented! Even Chaldea has a mountain of abilities we haven't been able to reproduce! And he's strengthened!? By a Holy Grail!?"
Roman becomes flustered.
"Aniki is the strongest!!"
"At least on the battlefield, I won't lose, you know?"
Cú Chulainn ruffles Ricca's head vigorously.
"...It's better than having Gil as an enemy but... this is a tremendous despair... Just that fact makes the previous Singularities incomparable..."
"Is, is it that bad..."
"According to the Legend of Cú Chulainn, "The country he visited cried and apologized, and the Princess feared destruction," it said."
—A-Amaaaazing...
"It seems in their country, excessive slaughter is called 'Cú Chulainn's Marriage', you know?"
—A-Aniki is... a Friend who is good at establishing legends, huh...
(Ea is totally put off...)
"I get the story. You're saying I should kill him, right? Leave it to me, no matter how much of me it is..."
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