Crack!
The Reality Marble cracked like glass, hideous fissures spreading across it.
Outside, Mash, the Moon Goddess, and the others anxiously watched what was happening inside.
"Senpai…"
Mash's face was pale.
The wounds she had suffered earlier from Cronus's attack had not yet healed, but she ignored the pain and fixed her gaze on the clearing where everything had begun.
That was a being surpassing even the gods, a terrifying existence who declared he would contend against the Demon King Goetia for dominion over human history, to rule the entire planet for eternity—Zeus's father, Cronus!
Even Zeus himself had been defeated.
Could Senpai really overcome such a monster?
What if, inside the Reality Marble, he had to sacrifice himself—no matter the cost—in order to win?
Mash recalled the countless times he had put himself on the line before, and her anxiety only deepened.
Crack—!
At that moment, a dazzling sword-light surged into the sky, shattering the Reality Marble completely.
This was a great thaumaturgy rivaling True Magic itself, strengthened by the power of the twelve Olympian gods, strong enough to seal even Cronus, who resembled the very embodiment of Humanity's Evil.
Two vanished figures reappeared before everyone's eyes.
The towering, sky-piercing giant let out a hysterical roar—
"Stop, human! My glorious mind, my glorious conquest cannot end here!!!" Cronus howled in madness.
Yet, under the opponent's assault, he suddenly realized he had no means of resistance at all.
He could only watch helplessly as death closed in upon him in the most humiliating way imaginable.
He had dreamed of ruling this planet forever—how could his grand design end halfway?!
But no matter how unwilling, how furious he was—none of it mattered.
"It's time to finish this."
Nameless gazed at the colossal giant and sneered coldly.
"Struggle is useless. This is a God-Slaying Sword crafted just for you—it ignores every defense and resistance, and cuts you down from the very root!"
Before all the stunned onlookers, the towering giant's body rapidly collapsed into nothingness.
Boundless ambition, endless hatred, infinite resentment—all shattered in that instant.
One sword to slay a god.
Countless spectators erupted into cheers—
SergeantSaunders-[Holy crap, a true god-slaying! And not just any god, but one akin to Humanity's Evil—Nameless is insane!]
Blackman&Robbing-[As expected of the God-Slaying Specialist!]
GlazingAtItsFinest-[Rejoice! He is the God-Slayer who destroyed overwhelming evil, the Master who spreads the flame of hope, the Savior who leads humanity into a new future—Nameless!]
LegallyRetarded-[So, uh… do you think the Olympian gods will descend into reality now?]
…
Academy City, Principal's Office.
Tamamo-no-Mae stared blankly at the screen.
"This guy… he actually did it?"
That was a genuine god, with power close to Humanity's Evil itself.
Strong enough to crush the united might of the Olympians head-on! Yet now, that terrifying giant had been blown apart with a single strike by Nameless!
"Incredible… What did he learn from King Hassan?"
Merry was just as stunned.
Her usual carefree smile and easy composure had been replaced with disbelief.
Never in her wildest imagination had she thought even a god would be helpless before him, slain outright.
That ability—so close to King Hassan's death-sentence strike—made even her shiver.
Too terrifying!
Merry knew well: after Cronus devoured the Titan gods and the Giant King Typhon, every head he bore represented another life.
A full one hundred lives, far surpassing even Heracles with his [Twelve Labors].
No matter how the gods fought, it should have been impossible to kill him. And yet, the impossible miracle was playing out before their very eyes.
Tamamo-no-Mae shrank back slightly.
"Could it be… King Hassan was here too?"
It was the only explanation she could think of.
It had been King Hassan's intervention before that allowed Nameless, Gilgamesh, and the others to banish Tiamat back into the Imaginary Numbers Space.
Without him, no matter how much Tiamat restrained herself, it would've been impossible to expel her!
The difference in scale had been far too vast.
"…Probably not."
Merry shook her head.
The Age of Greek Gods was a true age of deities; even Nameless and Mash had struggled greatly just to make their way there.
Most importantly—
Back in the Absolute Demonic Front, King Hassan had already unleashed his Grand Assassin strike, bestowing the Concept of Death upon Tiamat, sacrificing his Grand-class Saint Graph in the process.
A Grand Servant was Alaya's ultimate weapon, capable of freely traversing human history.
Even if King Hassan's strength wasn't much diminished afterward, he had lost that power to travel across time.
After all, he was an Assassin—not a magus like her.
"…Cronus was only something akin to Humanity's Evil. Nameless probably still wouldn't be able to fight the true Humanity's Evil, right?"
Tamamo-no-Mae pressed a hand against her chest, feeling her heart pounding as she drew in a deep breath.
That terrifying monster… he must have possessed power beyond even her Eight-Tails, a strength approaching her ultimate Nine-Tails.
In other words—
If she wanted to completely pin down Nameless and claim him for herself, seven or even eight tails would never suffice.
She would need to gather all nine tails, transform into her ultimate form!
"There's no way he could win otherwise!"
Merry declared with absolute certainty.
For now, she had to endure.
When that sly fox finally ascended to the level of Nine-Tails—a force comparable to Humanity's Evil—then she could crush Nameless however she pleased.
At that time, she would repay every humiliation he had dealt her.
In front of the whole world, she would drown him in her embrace and humiliate him without mercy! o_O
The mere thought made Merry's cheeks flush red, her body tremble in excitement, breath catching as her imagination ran wild.
At that moment, would all those Heroic Spirits bewitched by Nameless still dare pursue him?
The video drew to its close.
Once Cronus perished completely, the earth-shaking weapon in Nameless's hand also dispersed into smoke.
He had forged that blade at the cost of nearly burning away his very being.
Its sole purpose was to slay Cronus.
Having fulfilled its mission, it vanished naturally.
Both Merry and Tamamo-no-Mae let out a breath of relief.
That sword's power was too terrifying.
In certain respects, it rivaled even the Sword of Rupture wielded by the King of Heroes, capable of slaying existences approaching the level of Humanity's Evil.
All the giants bore Cronus's cursed seeds of control, to prevent their betrayal.
Now, with Cronus's death, his invincible army collapsed at once.
One by one, the giants turned into stone, towering statues dotting the land.
Apollo stared in stunned disbelief.
"He… he really won???"
After Ares the War God and Zeus the King of Gods had been defeated, who would ever believe a mere human could accomplish this?
And yet—
That very human had stood against Cronus and struck him down!
The gods were all shaken to their core, dumbstruck as they watched the colossal giant crumble and fade.
Athena smiled.
"Nameless, my blessing brought you victory, and in turn, you have brought victory to us, the gods!"
She held the authorities of Wisdom and Victory.
But no matter how powerful those authorities, they could not stop a monster that had devoured countless divine beings.
Cronus, at that moment, was nothing less than the natural enemy of all the gods.
If not for Nameless's intervention, they would all have been devoured!
In truth—
When the Olympian machine-gods were struck down by the Foreign God, their divine shells fractured. Forced to abandon their mechanical bodies, they descended into Earth as "native" divinities, weaving themselves into the texture of human belief to persist.
In that moment of weakness, Cronus—the preceding generation's Titan-model authority—moved to erase the newborn deities. Seeking to preemptively consume the cores of Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, he attempted to reclaim dominance over the pantheon.
Only with Gaia's aid had they narrowly escaped.
…
Egypt.
Even Ramses II, the self-proclaimed King of Kings who reigned above all gods, stared blankly at the screen.
"That boy actually won? He alone slew Cronus?"
It was a miracle beyond comprehension.
Especially considering how, in the battle against the Lion King, he had nearly sacrificed himself.
"Hmph. Obviously he relied on the blessings of the Twelve Olympians! If it were true strength, I would be the strongest!"
Ramses II declared with certainty.
To slay Cronus in a single blow was absurd, utterly beyond imagination.
Even he could not have done it!
Without the Twelve Gods' blessings granting Nameless power surpassing human limits, how could such a sword strike ever have been possible?
At his side—
An old man clad in heavy armor, gripping a massive sword, the Grand Assassin himself, spoke in a low rumble:
"Oh? What was that thou said? My ears are not what they once were. Kindly repeat it again."
"???"
Ramses II stared at the old assassin, who held his sword poised as if a single wrong word would invite a cleaving strike.
As the mighty Sun King, when had he ever been treated so?
And this was his great temple besides—why should he fear anyone here?
Only… out of respect for the old man's age, he'd let it slide.
"That child truly has grasped the ultimate secret of assassination, reached the very Rule of Death itself."
King Hassan's gaze was filled with praise as he watched the youth on the screen.
The ultimate essence of assassination was none other than understanding the Rule of Death—to cut down an enemy at the source, regardless of any defenses or evasions.
When he himself faced Tiamat, he had poured all of his Grand-class Saint Graph into one strike, a blow that shocked the entire world.
He had bestowed upon her the Concept of Death, forcing even an undefeatable Humanity's Evil to show its lifebar.
And now, Nameless, with the Twelve Gods' blessings as his fuel, had unleashed a strike of the same kind upon Cronus.
He had, in truth, reached the level of a Grand Assassin.
"…Tch. If I had received the Twelve Gods' blessings, I could have—no matter. It does not concern me!"
Ramses II gave a cold snort.
Yet as he glanced at the barrage of chat messages on screen, all filled with wild praise for Nameless, he felt as though he had just bitten into a lemon.
So sour!
When he himself had unleashed his greatest move, he had never received such acclaim.
He noticed suddenly that the assassin beside him was gone. With his legs crossed, Ramses sneered,
"Hmph. I am the true King of Kings. When the time comes to face Humanity's Evil, the world will witness my strength! Nameless and the Grand Assassin are nothing before me. Once I finish restoring my great temple—"
He was about to continue when he caught Nitocris staring dumbly at his side.
The assassin old man—who should have vanished—was standing there again.
Only now, he had switched from the left side to the right.
King Hassan spoke calmly:
"I intend to visit thy halls more often. To converse with thee at length. Art thou moved by this?"
"???"
So you hadn't left?!
Ramses II froze, his composure shattering.
Hastily, he straightened his posture, donning the regal air of a king as he proclaimed loftily,
"Of course! I am the very incarnation of Ra, the Sun God, who reigns above all others—naturally, I welcome thy company!"
"..."
Nitocris remained silent.
Using the proudest, most arrogant tone to say the most cowardly words… was this really okay?
Her Pharaoh was just as tsundere as the King of Heroes!
…
The video reached its true end.
After slaying Cronus, Nameless's body could endure no more, battered with grievous wounds.
A crowd of gods rushed to his side.
Artemis, the Moon Goddess, scooped him directly into her arms, letting his head rest against her chest.
Demeter, the Goddess of Harvest, immediately began pouring vast amounts of life energy into healing him.
Even Apollo, who had previously guarded jealously against Nameless stealing his sister, now lent his solar power to treat his injuries.
At that moment, Nameless was indisputably the star of the scene, eclipsing even the gods.
And for the savior of the world, such treatment was only natural.
Without his intervention, Cronus would have annihilated Olympus, and humanity would have been enslaved—until they accepted slavery as their natural fate.
Hermes mounted his chariot and proclaimed loudly to all:
"This is the triumph of a king! Rejoice! He is the hero above all heroes, the one who surpassed even the gods—the King of Heroes! At this very moment, he has slain Cronus, who returned from the depths of Hell for vengeance! A new history begins!"
Nameless might have wished to remain a nameless hero.
But how could such a feat—saving even the gods—ever be forgotten?
Struggling free from the Moon Goddess's embrace, he said firmly,
"The anomaly has been resolved. It's time for us to leave."
A golden Holy Grail had fallen from Cronus's colossal corpse, recovered via Chaldea's transmission channel.
Zeus, dragged from the rubble of Olympus and nursing heavy wounds, gave a weary laugh.
"Travelers from another age… go forth with the blessings of the gods, and save the human history that teeters on the edge of destruction."
Even the King of Gods could not withhold his praise.
Without Nameless's aid, he would not have survived either.
The Olympian gods looked upon Nameless with awe.
From their initial casual amusement, treating him like a player in a game, they had come to respect him deeply.
For his overwhelming strike had shown them humanity's boundless potential.
A potential greater than the gods themselves!
No wonder the Demon King Goetia had sought to incinerate human history as the ultimate fuel, to become the planet's true ruler—Gaia.
Human potential was simply too vast.
Even the gods could only marvel at it.
Athena smiled.
"Do not worry. Now that the anomaly has been corrected, we shall continue to watch over the progress of human civilization."
This singularity had been crafted by Goetia.
If Cronus had succeeded, it would have evolved into a Lostbelt, cutting off human history forever.
But now—it was over.
Cronus had been slain by Nameless's hand. Goetia's scheme destroyed. The Holy Grail retrieved by Chaldea.
Everything would return to normal.
Athena had already foreseen the future, where gods and humans would part ways.
This was only natural.
Ever since they had been crushed by the Umbral Star's vanguard and forced to abandon their mechanical bodies, merging instead with the native gods of Greece, they had known this day would come sooner or later.
Humanity was destined to become the true protagonist of this world.
The gods would retreat into the Inner World, forever separate from mankind.
And none of them held any resentment.
If anything, they owed Nameless their gratitude—for he had saved them.
"Thank you all for your assistance. Without you, I would not have been able to cut him down." Nameless waved his hands in farewell.
With his task complete, he naturally had no reason to linger.
But at that very moment—
The Moon Goddess Artemis lunged toward him again, to Apollo's helpless dismay.
She cried out,
"Wait for me, Nameless! I swear I'll find you!"
As the goddess of the hunt, no prey could ever escape her grasp.
Bzzzt—
A mysterious and powerful teleportation activated.
Nameless and Mash's figures completely vanished, leaving not a trace behind.
The gods stood atop Mount Olympus, waving farewell to them.
And in the final shot—
The young huntress and the little princess, who had rushed over too late, could only stare blankly at the sight of Nameless's departure, despair written across their faces…
The image slowly dimmed.
And then lines of narration appeared across the screen—
[Singularity: Gods of Olympus — completed.]
[The one who defied destiny, the nameless hero who surpassed even divinity, marches onward.]
[His legend will echo across heaven and earth alike, not as a tale of gods, but as the testament of mankind's boundless potential.]
[This is the story of a fleeting traveler, whose blade severed even the chains of Cronus. A tale woven into the Throne of Heroes, and into the beating heart of human history!]
[The journey is not yet ended. Beyond Olympus, greater trials await. Beyond the stars, darker truths stir.]
[The stage of mankind's salvation will burn ever brighter.]
[To know what happens next… stay tuned for the next video!]
…
The grand drama of a hero walking among the gods and basking in their blessings thus drew to a close.
Countless viewers were still lost in the earlier scene of god-slaying, unable to recover from the shock.
Such a spectacle—it surpassed any film in sheer magnificence.
Most importantly, this wasn't CGI or special effects—this had truly happened!
Nameless, carrying the faith forged across countless battles, had gathered the blessings of the twelve Olympians, forged them into a single weapon, and with one sword cut down the towering giant.
That overwhelming, awe-inspiring moment was etched into every viewer's very DNA, unforgettable for life.
As the screen faded to black, endless comments flooded in—
HairyBalls-[Nameless, the Heroic Spirit blessed by the gods—holy hell, that sword was beyond epic!]
SirFucksAlot-[Camelot, Uruk, Olympus… each Singularity more intense than the last. What could the next one possibly be?!]
JewJitsu-[I just want to know—will the gods actually descend into reality? That Moon Goddess really feels like a yandere…]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[Worthy of the title "Grand Beauty"—he's already charmed half the pantheon. If they all descend… Nameless is in danger!]
…
"Damn it, it's over already!"
Kirina couldn't help but complain.
Even though this episode of [Alaya] had run for two whole hours and delivered a cinematic experience to all its viewers—
—it was nowhere near enough!
Ever since she'd started watching [Alaya]'s videos, every other movie felt dull in comparison.
Her greatest joy each day was waiting for that little notification that a new video had dropped.
And now—bam! The happiness was gone again!
Setting down her popcorn, Kirina frowned.
"So that Cronus was only something akin to Humanity's Evil. What happens when he runs into the real thing?"
That monster had been terrifying, yes—but not the true Humanity's Evil.
The definition of Humanity's Evil was this: Humanity's Evils are those who loved humanity too much. And in the extremity of that love, they became distortions that threaten humanity itself.
Tiamat, for example, loved humanity far too much—and so sought their return at all costs.
Yet her return would only bring disaster to humanity, which was why Nameless and the King of Heroes had fought her with everything they had.
They were the shadow of light—the inverse of humanity's progress.
The stronger humanity became, the stronger Humanity's Evil would grow in turn, without limit.
"…Doesn't sound winnable," Cú Chulainn muttered uncertainly.
In this Singularity, Nameless had gathered the blessings of all the gods, and even summoned a version of himself from another timeline, just to barely cut down Cronus in one strike.
If they had to face something on Tiamat's level… winning would be a joke.
After all, back then Tiamat hadn't just held back—she had practically thrown an ocean at them.
The moment she set foot on land, she shackled herself with a [Self-Seal] at ninety percent power, and aside from countering the King of Heroes, she hardly even fought back.
The sheer terror of a Humanity's Evil-class being killed any battle spirit Cú Chulainn might have had.
"I think it'd be tough too. Probably need every Heroic Spirit together to stand a chance."
Kirina nodded in agreement, worry clouding her young face.
"So then… where exactly are the Humanity's Evils hiding?"
Each one was too terrifying to even think about.
Of the Humanity's Evils revealed so far—
The Beast II, Tiamat, who appeared in the Absolute Demonic Front. If she hadn't chosen to self-seal, she could have wiped out humanity with ease.
And the Beast I, Demon King Goetia, who sought to incinerate human history itself and become the planet's will, Gaia.
If he had succeeded, all people would have become fuel, their very existence consumed!
And clearly—these two were not the only ones.
There were still more, waiting in the shadows, for Nameless to confront.
At that moment—
Fou sat in Sanjiro's lap, looked at the little girl before them, and muttered:
"Fou… fou! (You're one yourself!)"
Why was this strange Humanity's Evil constantly insulting it?
Truly incomprehensible.
Had her brain been scrambled by Sanjiro's punches?
She was the real Humanity's Evil here!
As for Fou?
How could a little kitty possibly be evil?
"…No idea."
Sanjiro absentmindedly stroked Fou, glancing at the girl.
Seven Humanity's Evils existed—two of them were already in his house.
Another was fated to become a comrade in the future.
If word got out, the entire world would brand his home a nest of apocalyptic disasters.
And Alaya… wasn't it working a little too hard?
At this pace, just one or two more videos and it'd be the brat's turn.
And once that brat regained her lost memories after watching… she'd fully awaken as a world-ending Demon King!
Damn you, Alaya!
"So… will the Olympian gods descend too?" Kirina asked nervously.
Back in the Absolute Demonic Front, Nameless had asked the underworld goddess Ereshkigal to preserve priestess Siduri's soul.
Her warmth had moved countless viewers to tears—some even wrote prayers in her name.
They had even held an awards ceremony in her honor.
And then, to everyone's utter shock, Siduri… came back to life!
Yes, truly alive!
Not as a summoned Heroic Spirit, but reborn into reality.
That could only mean Ereshkigal herself was capable of descending to the human world.
Without her intervention, Siduri could never have returned.
And so, people's thoughts grew bolder.
Don't get the wrong idea—they only wanted to go to Uruk, to see if they might live on as spirits after death… or perhaps even get lucky and be revived by Eresh.
Either way, it would be a bargain!
If even the underworld goddess, with so little connection to the real world, could descend—
Then wouldn't it be even easier for the Olympian gods, who had an entire council in United States claiming to be their heirs?
Twelve councilors, each calling themselves the true successors of the Tweleve Olympians.
If the gods wished to descend, nothing could be simpler.
The more Kirina thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
"If the real Olympians show up, United States power will skyrocket. Then we'll be crushed for sure!"
The Empire and United States' Council of Gods had always been mortal rivals.
Their clashes never ceased, their struggle to the death ongoing.
There could only be one ruling power on Earth.
And if the Olympians descended for real—how could they possibly resist?
"…Helping United States, huh."
Sanjiro's lips twitched.
America's so-called "Council of Gods"—each one of them was just a thief, stealing the discarded shells of the gods while calling themselves the true Olympian heirs.
If the real gods came, their first move would be to slaughter those shameless impostors!
That, at least, was something Sanjiro almost looked forward to.
But honestly? Better if they didn't descend at all.
The world was already chaotic enough—did it really need more gods thrown into the mix?
And to make matters worse, that Greek princess had already turned into a yandere witch.
The Moon Goddess? A yandere through and through, obsessed with tying him down forever!
If the videos exposed this and they all came after him in reality—
Damn you, Alaya!
My peaceful retirement life, my quiet twilight years… all shattered completely by you!
Beside him, Artoria's ahoge quivered gently.
Just as Sanjiro thought she was about to say something comforting, she opened her mouth—
"It's time to cook, isn't it?"
"…Fine!"
Sanjiro glanced at the pile of snack wrappers and fruit peels scattered nearby. Before the gods even came knocking, this girl was going to eat him into poverty first!
As he headed into the kitchen to prepare dinner—
Artoria quietly stepped closer and whispered:
"Don't worry. I'll be by your side."
Back then, for the sake of Britain, she had ignored his words—something she regretted for countless years.
Now, no matter what enemy appeared, this time she would never leave.
Even if it meant facing Humanity's Evil itself.
"What do you want for dinner?" Sanjiro asked, smiling faintly.
That, truly, was the gentlest promise.
For with her personality—if she said it, she would do it.
The complete King Arthur, wielding both Holy Sword and Holy Lance, with Avalon as her sheath, was among the strongest contenders for the title of Grand Saber.
She was more than qualified to stand as his comrade, fighting by his side.
When the last of the videos finished exposing everything…
In the final battle—
Only those with Grand-class or Grand-class potential, along with beings like Tiamat or Fou, would be able to stand beside him.
Artoria's ahoge trembled again, her eyes shining:
"Everything you cook is delicious. Can't I just have… all of it?"
"…"
Sanjiro's smile slowly vanished.
As expected, the biggest problem was… he couldn't afford to feed her!
====
Fuyuki City, Grand Hotel.
Mordred's face was flushed red.
"As expected of Nameless! Did you see that? He actually killed something even more terrifying than Zeus!"
The stronger he was, the prouder she felt.
But alongside that pride came gnashing frustration.
That bastard… he still hadn't once shown up to meet her! It was infuriating!
"Hmph, nothing special," Gawain muttered sourly.
To enjoy the blessings of the gods, to slay the strongest boss—such a feat surpassed all Knights of the Round Table.
After the video's release, countless people sang his praises.
His fan count had skyrocketed, reaching the very peak.
Soon, he would be crowned number one! Give it a little more time, and the so-called "Nameless" would become the most famous of all—
Was this all part of your plan, Alaya?
The more Gawain thought about it, the more bitter he felt.
Originally, Nameless was to remain forever obscure. But Alaya had deliberately broadcast these videos, forcing the whole world to know him.
Now he understood.
Alaya was the biggest Emiya fan of all—collecting every possible version of him like figurines.
Spoiling him. Pampering him. To death!
When the video ended, Mordred finally got the chance to rewind the progress bar. She eagerly dragged it back—"Look! That's the true Sun Knight!"
It was the scene of Nameless receiving Apollo's blessing—
"In the name of Apollo, I grant you invincibility beneath the sun!"
From that moment on—
As long as Nameless stood under the sun, he would wield its power.
His wounds would rapidly heal, his strength would multiply several times over—no weaker than Gawain himself, the so-called Sun Knight!
"Damn it, Nameless! You're even stealing my title of Sun Knight?!" Gawain's teeth ground together.
Once the video ended, debate erupted everywhere.
Who was the true Sun Knight?
Nameless, who bore Apollo's blessing, could project the Sword of the Sun, and had even defeated Gawain himself—clearly fit the title far more.
This was absurd!
Gawain was left speechless.
Wait… did I just become a stand-in?
"Hahaha! You're really going to get your Sun Knight title stolen!"
Mordred laughed with delight.
She even raised both hands, lifted her head high, legs spread wide, imitating Apollo's grand gesture—
[Praise the Sun!]
"…"
A vein bulged on Gawain's forehead.
As expected of Britain's most infamous brat. Infuriatingly cheeky!
He couldn't help but snap:
"So, do you know where Nameless is?"
"Hmph, how should I know! But one day, I'll find him!" Mordred's smile vanished, her teeth gritting.
And when she did—she'd give him a sword strike first!
Gawain struck back just as cruelly:
"Heh. I think our King will be sitting at the same table as Nameless, eating dinner together… but without you."
"You damned potato freak!" Mordred roared, pulling out Clarent.
This damn man didn't deserve to be the Sun Knight! Might as well give the title to Nameless!
Not that it mattered—Nameless already had too many titles. What was one more?
"Forget it, I'm done arguing. I'll go see the King."
Gawain snorted coldly.
The two of them only ever stabbed at each other's sore spots. Neither could win.
Arriving at Artoria's chambers, he knocked.
But there was no response.
"The King's not here?"
Sensing carefully, he realized there was no presence inside at all.
Come to think of it, the King hadn't been around much lately.
Mysterious. Secretive.
For someone as proud and unyielding as the King, the only person worth seeing so often could only be—
Eliminating the impossible, the only answer left was the truth, however unbelievable—
Good god. Could the King have actually found Nameless?
Gawain's feelings tangled up in an instant.
His earlier jabs at Mordred had been nothing more than petty spite, but… had he accidentally spoken prophecy?
Had he become… a Seer?
====
Modern Greece.
Atalanta chuckled softly.
"So, little princess… not only did Nameless completely win you over, but you even wanted to hand him your whole kingdom?"
This, from the same girl who once declared with haughty pride that she could never be conquered—
…Why did that line sound so familiar?
"…"
Medea fell silent.
After watching the video, all excuses seemed hollow.
In truth, as her memories returned, she finally understood why she had become the fearsome witch of legend.
Around her, the children stared up nervously, every gaze cautious.
Her aura was simply too intense.
And she and Atalanta had even made a wager while watching.
If Atalanta hadn't been swayed by Nameless, Medea would freely teach the children magic.
But if she had been… the condition would double!
As retaliation, Atalanta had wagered that Medea must have confessed to Nameless and been rejected—thus becoming the myth's treacherous witch.
If her guess proved true, then Medea would have to remain pure with her for life—never marrying!
And sure enough… Atalanta's prediction had come true!
In the video, Medea had fallen completely for him.
But after slaying the dragon, Nameless refused to leave with her.
In the pain of rejection, she sought out her aunt, Circe. Thus the once innocent princess became the witch of betrayal.
It was mortifying.
Medea's past confidence now felt like one stinging slap after another across her own face.
That backfired fast…
The children, too, were giving her strange, uneasy looks.
Medea regretted everything.
Once she became their teacher, how could she ever maintain her dignity?
And then, the later scenes played.
During the footrace, Nameless bound another contestant with Enkidu's chains.
Facing Atalanta one-on-one—
He still won with ease.
And once again, he refused to take her away.
Medea instantly perked up, gloating:
"Hmph! Didn't you swear to the Moon Goddess you'd stay a pure maiden forever? So why were you ready to marry him?"
"I…"
For once, Atalanta was struck silent.
She had to admit it.
At that moment, she really had fallen for him.
If Nameless had nodded, she would have broken her vow, accepted divine punishment, and still chosen to stay by his side forever.
But alas, back then, she was far too weak.
She still didn't have the true resolve to follow him away.
After watching the video, Atalanta finally understood why she had to open a children's rescue center.
It wasn't just about helping suffering children, sparing them from the loneliness and helplessness she herself endured after being abandoned as a child.
More importantly—
It was because of what Nameless once said to her.
He had said that in the future, people might all have enough to eat, but there would still be many children cast aside.
At that time, she could establish a great academy to shelter them all.
Nameless even said, if he had the time, he could come and help take care of the children at the academy.
But unfortunately—she had completely forgotten him!
Atalanta fixed her gaze on Medea:
"So, how does our wager count?"
A mutual-destruction type of bet—neither of them had won!
"Ahem, I think… let's consider the bet temporarily valid," Medea's face flushed faintly red.
In myth she was a cruel witch, but in reality, she was a pure-hearted maiden.
If Nameless were truly willing to marry her, she would gladly abandon her thousand-year-old title as a virgin saint.
The problem was—she still hadn't found him.
For now, she should focus on strengthening herself as much as possible.
After all, too many Heroic Spirits wanted Nameless for themselves.
The First Emperor, the King of Heroes, King Arthur, the Dark Saint… each competitor stronger than the last!
"Very well—then here's to a happy partnership!"
Atalanta extended her hand to shake.
Even paying double the price was nothing to her.
As a Heroic Spirit, she became the global ambassador for children's welfare.
With countless people around the world donating gifts and money, the funds were more than enough to cover Medea's exorbitant hiring fee.
This was the cause she had promised Nameless.
And so, she would see it through.
But after witnessing even the moon goddess Artemis attempting to steal Nameless away, Atalanta would never be lost again.
So long as it was the path forward, even to the ends of the earth and sea—
Even if it meant sacrificing her frail body—she would follow him, even to the depths of the Underworld!!!
Meanwhile—
Across the ocean, in the great halls of the Council of Gods parliament—
In the magnificent and resplendent chamber, every member of parliament was staring at the video.
Especially when they saw the Olympian gods behaving exactly as they expected: arrogant, treating humans as playthings, and using Nameless as a pawn.
One by one, smiles appeared on their faces.
Perfect!
This was just right!
The gods ought to be lofty and aloof, scorning all beneath them.
Nameless would inevitably stand opposed to the gods, embarking on his own path of god-slaying.
And once the video finished, they—as the sole inheritors of the Olympians—would surely be able to steal even greater divine power.
Yet after Nameless completed the Golden Fleece trial, everything changed in an earth-shaking reversal.
For Athena gazed at him with a radiant smile and said—
"Now begins your Trial of the Gods! You shall gather the power of the deities and become a god-blessed hero who surpasses even the gods themselves!"
Every councilor's eyes went wide.
What happened to the god-slaying route?
What happened to the cold, indifferent gods?
And what was with that moon goddess Artemis, acting like some lovestruck maiden???
The whole parliament was left dumbfounded, staring at the screen, wondering if they had misread everything.
When the video finally ended, a strange silence blanketed the grand hall.
Every member sat in shock, unable to accept the revelation.
Only after a long pause—
Did Councilor Jess, inheritor of the Sun God mechanical body, finally burst out:
"Why? Why is he the one to receive the favor of the Greek gods?"
He could not accept this terrifying truth.
That man had always been hostile toward the divine.
Time and again, he had fought desperately, severing the bonds between man and god, banishing deities from the mortal realm without mercy.
And yet, in this video, Nameless was the one enjoying the gods' blessings!
Through trial after trial, he successfully gathered the blessings of all twelve Olympian main gods, becoming the most powerful god-blessed existence surpassing divinity itself!
So then—while they had been stealing divine remnants and posturing as the "true heirs" of Olympus, constantly targeting Nameless—
When the real Olympian gods descended, would they be the ones cast as enemies instead?