As the door was barbarically kicked open, a brash figure came into Brunhilde's view.
He was dressed in flashy hip-hop attire, looking like a delinquent, with a pair of wings on his back.
For Brunhilde, this was an old acquaintance, a nuisance who frequently harassed the Valkyries.
"Incubus."
Brunhilde's voice was low.
The Incubus she referred to was this guy's name; his true identity was a Dream Demon—an utter scoundrel.
"Honestly, the gods are a cruel, cold, and stubborn bunch. Why would you put yourself in such a predicament for humanity?"
The Incubus entered, tossing his hair back in a showy manner, feigning concern for Brunhilde.
After saying this, he shifted his gaze to another figure, casting a disdainful look.
"I think I just heard something about a 'Council of Gods' Survival.' Really, Brunhilde, what kind of trash have you chosen?"
His sharp words and pitiful demeanor made Brunhilde's fists clench, wanting nothing more than to punch the Incubus.
Her gaze turned to King Gilgamesh, who appeared remarkably calm, seemingly unfazed by the Incubus's insults, wearing a faint smile.
Was he not angry? He seemed genuinely unbothered, treating the Incubus like a mere clown, unworthy of his concern.
This reaction caused the Incubus to furrow his brow.
"Human, that look in your eyes displeases me. Kneel down and lick my shoes clean, and I might spare your eyes,"
Incubus spat out these words with his unnaturally long tongue, unleashing a wave of malevolent energy that surged forward.
Thus, he expected to see this arrogant human break into a cold sweat.
The evil aura he emitted was laced with tormenting miasma, seeping into the human's body, making him feel as though countless ants were gnawing at his flesh—an agony akin to having his heart torn apart.
But in the next second, the human before him merely snapped his fingers, and the space around him seemed to distort.
No—it was more like the tranquil surface of water rippling from a single drop, except these ripples were golden.
From these golden spatial ripples emerged two short swords.
This bizarre sight left Brunhilde stunned, then tense with excitement.
The mystery of King Gilgamesh was about to be unveiled—how he had slain the sky god Anu.
"Hmph~"
With a faint, disdainful chuckle from King Gilgamesh, the short swords flashed and vanished.
No, not vanished—they tore through the air at an unimaginable speed, leaving golden trails in their wake.
Following those trails, they were headed straight for the dream demon, the lustful Incubus—and the two swords struck—
"Huh? Why can't I see anything?!"
Incubus suddenly cried out in panic, as though his vision had been stolen.
The next moment, his face twisted in agony.
"AAAAAHHH—MY EYES! IT HURTS, IT HURTS—"
He howled, hands clawing toward his eyes—but before he could touch them, his fingers brushed against the hilts of the swords embedded in his sockets.
"You—you damned human, I'll—"
Before he could finish, a series of sharp, piercing sounds echoed—the sound of blades sinking into flesh.
What Brunhilde witnessed next was a body impaled by spears, swords, blades, halberds—countless weapons, as if his body were a water sack bursting at the seams, blood gushing uncontrollably.
In that moment, Brunhilde sensed an extraordinary aura emanating from these weapons—especially the crimson spear piercing his skull. It felt identical to the one that had slain the sky god, exuding a divine-slaying menace. These were no ordinary arms—they were divine artifacts!
He had just casually thrown out a barrage of divine weapons?!
The room fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the dripping of blood.
As for the one responsible for this carnage, he didn't even spare Incubus a glance, as though the demon were nothing more than an insignificant speck beneath his notice.
"Guh—!"
Göll, snapping out of her shock, hastily covered her mouth to stifle a scream.
This King Gilgamesh… was terrifying. He seemed like a tyrant who killed without batting an eye.
Even Brunhilde, her elder sister, was shaken by the brutality, cold sweat trickling down her face.
Gritting her lips tightly, Göll, trembling uncontrollably, forced herself to step in front of Brunhilde.
"N-no hurting Brunhilde! Brunhilde didn't summon Incubus!"
Even as she spoke, Göll's legs shook violently.
Then, the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, glanced at her with amusement, making her heart nearly stop from fright.
"Pissed yourself?"
"Huh?"
The sudden teasing remark left Göll stunned before she frantically looked down—no, she hadn't!
When she looked back up, he was smirking, that mischievous grin making her flush red with embarrassment.
"Ragnarök, is it? Understood. Heh!"
"W-wait, King of Uruk!"
Brunhilde hurried forward to grab him—because his body was already dissolving into particles of light, fading away. Clearly, he was about to disappear.
But when she reached out, her hand passed through empty air. The man who had been sitting on the throne was gone, leaving only faint laughter echoing in the room.
What just happened? Did he leave the room? Or had he returned to history?
She immediately checked the summoning system—he was still available for summoning.
So what did this mean? Had Gilgamesh chosen to stand aside? Refused to fight for humanity?
Brunhilde couldn't help but smile bitterly, though she wasn't entirely surprised.
Still, she wouldn't give up. When the tournament began, she'd summon him again.
She refused to believe the King of Heroes wouldn't be interested in this battle.
Besides, his lack of response didn't necessarily mean refusal.
After all, as a king, he was arrogant, domineering, and self-centered. Did she really expect him to obey just because she asked? Wouldn't that undermine his pride?
In modern terms—he was a tsundere.
For now, she'd set those thoughts aside. First, she had to deal with the troublesome corpse in front of her, then find the next candidate.
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[T/N: If you watched the RoR anime and don't remember Incubus, he was only in the manga not in the anime adaptation.]