Note: If you want the continuity of this story consider to join Pãtreon/Flokixy to access advance Chapters and To Support The Daily Update
Pay one time and unlock the full story and Future Chapters from the Shop
"Become mine, Athena!"
The man spoke with such arrogance, his tone not much better than an imperial command. The tenderness from moments ago had long since vanished, nobody knew where.
He, Gilgamesh, spoke as if he disregarded the identity of an unsubmitting god.
But how could such a request, or rather, command, be agreed to!
"No, absolutely not!"
Athena cast aside her initial surprise, then said without any hesitation.
It was as if she was rejecting some Olympian god-king who was an old man.
"Hah? Reject this king's favor, Athena, do you so desperately want to return to the age of mythology?"
Using a slightly arrogant tone, Gilgamesh spoke words woven with arrogance.
He gently raised his hand, and Athena's exquisite and peerless face, which was perfect and flawless from any angle, trembled slightly.
Subtly appreciating the beauty of the unsubmitting Athena, a hint of satisfaction also flashed in his eyes.
However, what responded to him were still words of defiance.
"Even returning to mythology is the same!"
The goddess said this, her heavy tone and slightly furrowed delicate brows articulating her will, her unyielding will.
Perhaps it was because for her, as an unsubmitting god, standing with Gilgamesh, the Godslayer, was utterly ridiculous.
But the pure white goddess, like moonlight, gave a completely different reason.
"Your golden, shimmering appearance, and your sun-like attraction, truly sicken this servant!"
She said softly, without a trace of fear towards Gilgamesh in her words.
Perhaps, for her, even returning to mythology was far better than following Gilgamesh.
Immediately after, as if to strengthen her will, letting Gilgamesh understand her despair better, she desperately squeezed her fists.
"Did this King let you make a decision?!"
Gilgamesh said this in an undeniable tone, completely disregarding the extremely displeased expression on Athena's face.
"Meekly submit to this king, otherwise this king will force you to submit!"
Saying this, he lightly exerted force, intending to brutally slam the unsubmitting Athena onto the ground.
But this time, the goddess did not let him inflict violence again.
She lightly exerted force, leaving Gilgamesh's embrace, and her face once again wore a faint expression of indifference.
That high and mighty posture, that disdainful expression towards all living beings, undoubtedly embodied the meaning of an unsubmitting god.
No matter what, that was an unsubmitting god, that was the most terrifying natural disaster in this world. Even if you were stronger than her, wanting to make her submit would absolutely not be that simple.
A few owls appeared in the deep night and dense forest, flying unsteadily over the somewhat intricate buildings nearby, and then soared towards the distance.
And Gilgamesh also seemed to have no intention of getting entangled again. He lightly raised his right arm and declared faintly, with that undeniably arrogant tone.
"Then this King shall take you first, and slowly discipline you."
Saying this, he fiercely swung down his right arm, which was clad in black motorcycle gear and a white undershirt. Then,
"Chains of Heaven!"
Following his call, the bright silver chains surged out from the suddenly opened golden ripples, rushing towards the unsubmitting goddess, who was in a youthful form.
But Athena, the unsubmitting goddess, showed no hint of surprise or any other expression. She merely looked faintly at the silver Chains of Heaven brutally entangling her.
A hint of frustration flashed in her eyes, then she slowly spoke in a composed tone.
"Meaningless, Godslayer!"
And listening to her words, Gilgamesh couldn't help but be startled, then he seemed to sense something, and his face instantly showed a look of dismay.
"So that's how it is. The owl from earlier took your true body, did it?"
He said lightly, a trace of playfulness in his tone.
"If you create your projection again like this, then how much of your already limited power will you have left?"
Gilgamesh said this, while simultaneously gripping Athena's neck.
"Didn't this King say that I must take you? Then, this King shall wait for your arrival at the place of the so-called Stone of Ishtar."
He completely ignored the goddess's mournful cries, and spoke in a terrifyingly domineering voice:
"Don't disappoint this King, unsubmitting Athena!"
Following these words, chains rippled around the goddess's body. Then, a massive axe with overwhelming power, or an overly sharp holy sword, and an extremely sharp long spear, brutally pierced the delicate goddess, again and again.
Gilgamesh ignored the fresh blood overflowing from Athena's projection's thin lips. He released his hand without a trace of reluctance. At the same time, the treasure also transformed into golden dust, returning to the King's Treasure.
Without support, the temporarily created projection immediately collapsed to the ground, its dried, perforated body bleeding profusely.
However, after a moment, it completely turned black, like shadows in the night sky, and dissipated into the air.
Watching the projection gradually fragment and then completely disappear, a hint of anger slightly surfaced on Gilgamesh's face. He then instantly spiritualized without hesitation, rushing towards the headquarters of the Magecraft Association, located in Milan.
A moment later, within that unstable palace.
All the mages, as well as the great knights, waited in silence for the king's decree.
"Then, do you know the so-called Stone of Ishtar?"
He asked the Grandmaster of the old noblewoman, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with an extremely arrogant tone and unparalleled pressure.
"Your Majesty,"
The old woman's face flashed with extreme surprise, and she even completely lost the courage to answer Gilgamesh.
However, what responded to her were the king's cold words, a haughty roar filled with murderous intent.
"Then, die!"
One after another, various golden treasures brutally pierced her.
Scarlet blood flowed on the ground, symbolizing the king's wrath.
That undeniable, supreme will.