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Fresh blood splattered across this incomparably luxurious and solemn grand hall, yet it was silent.
Not a single person dared to provoke the King in such a situation. They all deeply bowed their heads, hoping for the King's wrath to subside. It was then that Liliana stepped out from among the silently standing Great Knights.
She bowed slightly, offering her respect to the King high above. Immediately after, the alluring young woman, beautiful as a fairy, knelt down in the pool of blood without hesitation, not caring that the crimson liquid stained her kimono. For her, having been drenched in fresh blood was an embarrassing situation, yet it didn't even make her consider changing her clothes.
Then, she spoke calmly and without fear: "Oh King, please quell your anger." Her voice was incomparably clear and melodious. Coupled with her pleasing countenance and posture, it could even be considered a pleasure to behold.
"So, Liliana, are you pleading for that mongrel?" Gilgamesh said softly, his tone extremely flat. However, this utterly flat tone carried an unignorable, surging murderous intent.
"Do you think that hiding this from the King is not worth ten thousand deaths?" He let out a slight cold snort, then, with an icy expression, looked at the corpse on the ground. In his crimson, snake-like eyes, there was dissatisfaction and anger. Perhaps, this kind of betrayal was unavoidable, but no matter what, he absolutely would not allow such a situation to occur. Such arrogance, such betrayal, must be washed away with fresh blood.
"No, it's not like that, Oh King." A trace of sweat trickled down Liliana's pure white forehead. Her clear voice also carried a hint of a choked sob. "Oh King, such a fellow truly deserved to die."
As she said this, her words also carried a hint of hatred. "But, please don't touch her!" The young woman deeply lowered her head, speaking humbly.
However, the only response she received was a cold snort. "Do you think they truly knew nothing?" The King said with a slightly mocking tone, as if sneering at the supposed loyalty of those "Magic Societies."
"Oh King, they are also suffering." Liliana's voice gradually grew hoarse. Under the King's oppressive aura, she found it difficult to even straighten her waist. The young woman's plea became increasingly hesitant and disjointed, but no matter what, she resolutely spoke it out, even at the risk of being casually killed by the King she served.
"Perhaps they were worried about your subordinate and didn't want to wage war on Italian soil." The young woman, saying this, slightly lowered her body. However, the only response she received was a disdainful snort.
"How ridiculous! To conceal such an important matter from this King with such a reason!" He suddenly rose from his golden throne, adorned with jewels and crystals. On his handsome face, at this moment, was an unparalleled fury. Perhaps, for a king like him, such concealment, or rather betrayal, was unforgivable.
However, after pondering for a moment, he slowly said with an unquestionable tone: "Then, this time, I'll spare your lives. Scram!" He said indifferently, as if those Great Knights were utterly insignificant in his eyes. However, this was indeed true. How many of those so-called Great Knights could withstand a casual blow from him?
"Liliana, go bring the Stone of Uruk to this King. This time, no one will stop you, will they!" Finally, Gilgamesh still chose to let these fellows go, not only because of Liliana's plea or their own indispensability, but also because the things they were protecting were also his subjects.
He looked at the young woman, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with a slightly doting expression, a tone beyond doubt escaping his lips. "Yes, Oh King!" The young woman took the order, rose from the pool of blood, and then slowly retreated.
A few minutes ago, in a forest outside Milan. That was a young girl dressed in a thin sweater, a short skirt, and black stockings. Added to that was the ridiculous black knitted hat on her head. No matter how she looked, she was utterly mismatched.
However, if one were to see her perfect, flawless beauty, like that of a goddess, perhaps even a pervert would be speechless. That was beauty that absolutely did not require clothing to adorn it. Her pale silver hair, like soft moonlight, and her pristine white skin, so delicate it seemed a gust of wind could break it, and that subtly tender yet astonishingly charming small face.
At this moment, she stood with a pale face in that deep forest. Having just transformed into an owl to escape Gilgamesh's attack, her current state was quite poor. Not only was her divine power, which she relied upon, largely consumed, but even her constantly flickering divinity had become weak.
Next, she seemed utterly unable to support her body and fell heavily onto the ground covered with withered leaves. "...I never thought he would actually kill that projection." Athena said softly, her originally clear voice now incomparably hoarse.
Even if it was just a projection, for her main body, it was still a considerable injury.
"This incarnation must take back 'the snake' and take your life with it!" The young girl said fiercely, but her body couldn't help but tremble. Perhaps, it was just a little more adorable.
On the other side, in the Magic Society in Milan. That was originally Paul's office, but at this moment, it was occupied by Gilgamesh. He looked at the circular stone tablet on the elaborate office desk in front of him with a slightly bored expression.
On it was a woman with snake hair. Regardless of whether it was from her craftsmanship or material, she was indeed extraordinary. However, the divine aura contained within it, which made Gilgamesh feel disgusted, was indeed enormous. Indeed, merely as a divine artifact carrying divine power, it could be said to be incredibly sufficient.
"Oh King, please do not slay the disobedient gods within the city." The young woman pleaded, risking her life. If Gilgamesh were truly to battle Athena in Milan, she would surely feel a pang of regret in her heart.
However, compared to this young woman, the high and mighty King had long wanted to understand Athena's history.
"Prepare for the trip to Japan, Liliana." Seeing the young woman's bewildered expression, the corner of Gilgamesh's mouth revealed a faint smile.
"Then, slaying a god in that distant foreign land in the Far East, I suppose it wouldn't matter, would it?"