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"This one does not intend to fight you, God Slayer."
The delicate Untamed God said so, with no trace of fighting intent in her words. But this did not mean Gilgamesh would do as she pleased.
That high and mighty King thus looked down on this delicate little goddess. On his face, which was always filled with arrogant expression, there was a light, unquestioning mocking smile. It was as if he had seen the most helpless prey, a dazzling and dangerous smile. At least, that's how Gilgamesh perceived it.
And this delicate Untamed God showed no trace of dissatisfaction, letting Gilgamesh look down on her like this.
"Seeing that your divinity has been largely shed, becoming this King's subordinate, this King will not kill you. How about that?" He said this, his extremely arrogant and handsome face now less than a finger's distance from the Untamed God.
However, there was truly no danger at all, no danger worth taking seriously. Whether it was power, or methods, or even the most basic physical quality, there was an overwhelming gap between the two.
Perhaps, if Gilgamesh wished, killing her would truly be a casual matter. But there was no need. He had a deeper, more pleasing plan.
"No, this one cannot permit it." The goddess replied thus, without a trace of hesitation, as if Gilgamesh's threat to her life was so trivial as to be not worth mentioning. Perhaps, for this goddess who symbolized 'the underworld and death,' it truly was not worth mentioning.
"Even if this one dies in battle, this one will never submit to you." She said this, and even though her words were filled with incomparable despair, in her deep eyes, like the night sky, there was still an indifferent expression.
However, what she received was only the high and mighty King's merciless mockery. Gilgamesh chuckled joyfully, as if he truly didn't take this little goddess's offense seriously. He lightly stroked the silver short hair that emanated a moon-like glow through the thick woven hat, his face showing a slightly malicious smile.
"You don't truly believe you are qualified to fight this King, do you? Athena the Untamed, without the Stone of Ouroboros, how much strength do you even have left?" He spoke with arrogance and disdain, his voice filled with a challenging masculinity.
His crimson serpent eyes, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, also opened slightly at this moment, seemingly silently mocking the young girl's words.
"How much strength do you have now? I estimate you can't even summon the most basic 'serpent', can you?" Gilgamesh said this, his eyes flashing with obvious contempt.
"Then, if you truly wish to be an enemy of this King, you might die in an instant." He said this with a slight hint of regret, but his tone was full of mockery, without a trace of genuine regret.
"Seeing that you also resent those so-called gods of Olympus, do you truly wish to join this King's subordinates, and accept this King's favor?"
Saying such words, he slowly raised his head, but Athena's perfect face remained so indifferent. Indeed, no matter what, the Untamed God was unable to comprehend human emotions.
But just as the King was about to give up and directly kill her, the young girl slowly opened her mouth.
"You know this one's identity, so you naturally know the whereabouts of the Stone of Ouroboros, right?" She said faintly, her tone without a trace of change.
However, perhaps Gilgamesh didn't even notice, but there was a slight tremor in the young girl's words.
"Give that to this one."
Athena the Untamed said this, without a trace of hesitation in her tone, as if she truly didn't know that her words at this moment were an offense to that King.
... Request fresh flowers...
"Give that to this one, and this one will retreat, absolutely not interfering with your territory." She repeated this, as if to make the King before her understand her will.
But even if that will was not known to him, undoubtedly, that King was slightly annoyed by it.
"You won't think you can leave here alive, will you? One who defies this King, one who offends this King, you won't think this King would be reluctant to let you fall like this, will you?" Although his tone carried a hint of suggestion, he was stating this fact without a doubt.
......
Although it was just an unintentional offense, although this Untamed God might be carrying a hint of bitterness.
However, in any case, for whatever reason, this action had already angered the high and mighty King.
Perhaps, before this, Gilgamesh had carried a hint of disdain, but at this moment, only chillingly extreme murderous intent emanated from his blood-red eyes.
"On this King's territory, there is only this King's wealth. You dare to covet this King's treasure? You don't think this King won't punish you, do you?"
Gilgamesh, sneering like this, slowly approached the seemingly incomparably helpless little goddess. Even this silver-haired goddess, who could effortlessly turn solid city walls or hundreds of meters tall buildings into ruins with a casual wave.
But at this moment, before this King of Heroes, she was nothing but an extremely delicate little girl.
Athena the Untamed softly sighed, as if sighing about something.
"Indeed, is that so?"
Immediately after, a trace of hesitation that had just flickered in her deep eyes once again transformed into firmness and indifference.
Then, this exquisitely beautiful little goddess gently raised her face.
She looked towards the golden-haired man nearby.