The God of Light in the Marvel Universe

King Gilgamesh sat on the throne, looking down at the people standing under the steps from the highest point in the palace.

The king, who had just returned from a long trip, did not give himself time to rest. Instead, he immediately summoned the most important ministers of the city-state and learned from them the latest situation in Uruk.

And, issue the latest order.

"...In short, use all available resources, and everyone who can be useful must take action! The destruction that I once predicted has arrived!"

The blond king sat on the high platform and calmly ordered the ministers below who had serious faces.

"Uruk is about to be destroyed. Those who want to stay can do so voluntarily. Those who are willing to leave and escape will not be stopped by me. We have no time to waste! Get moving!"

Under Wang's loud orders that resounded through the divine tower, the generals and ministers took action one after another, leaving the divine tower and heading towards the unknown where they should go.

Now that the predicted destruction has come.In the face of imminent destruction, there will always be brave men hoping to resist.

Siduli went against the flow of people to the pagoda. She watched the generals and ministers leave with serious faces.The joy that originally arose in my heart because of the king's return was washed away by the atmosphere, and the doubts in my heart became even stronger.

There is a faint feeling of bad premonition.

The moment he stepped into the tower, a familiar voice came from the front.

"Too slow! Siduri!"

"I'm sorry, King Gilgamesh, it took me some time."

Returning to the position next to Wang, looking at the young man who still had the same grace as before, a smile finally appeared on Siduli's mouth under her veil.

"Humph, I have only been away for a few years, and you have become too lazy."

Although he was scolding him, Gilgamesh's eyes were filled with the joy of seeing the person he trusted again.

"Okay, now that you are here, let's stop talking. This time is a major matter about Uruk's survival. I need your power."

Siduli bowed and said, "Of course, King, Siduli has always been your assistant."

"However, the prince you brought back is still young. Please do not give up your responsibilities as a king, retract your previous thoughts, and continue to become the king of Uruk."

"what?"

For a moment, Gilgamesh thought he had heard wrong.

"Where did the prince come from? Where did you hear this rumor?" Gilgamesh's eyes twitched wildly.

"Siduli, do you even make this kind of mistake?"

"No, I just heard such rumors and was a little concerned."

After hearing Wang's categorical denial, Siduli lowered her head after receiving Wang's answer.

"So you did bring a child back?"

"It's just the harvest of the journey."

The king said no more, just turned over the stone slabs piled beside the throne and started his work.

Facing the coming disaster, he had too much to do.

However, Siduli still cares a little. Wang will not do anything inexplicable. She should retain some attention to the child who was brought back.

……

The next day.

Frey lifted off the quilt covering himself and woke up from the cold hard bed.

Compared with the big bed installed in his prince's palace, this poor sleeping environment made him feel very uncomfortable.

In a simple and ancient stone room, there is almost nothing else except a few 'rough' furniture and the sunlight shining in from the window.

The small elf hunting suit he was wearing had been replaced by a coarse cloth robe, which made the little prince, who was used to being pampered, feel on pins and needles.

The feeling of the rough cloth rubbing against the body was too uncomfortable.

The magic pockets and weapons on his body have been taken away, and Frey has lost all his equipment and supplies, but judging from the situation, he is safe for the time being.

Putting on the pair of hemp shoes that fit well enough, the prince got out of bed with the lightness and agility unique to elves.

Outside the window is a strange stone building, which looks a bit ancient and primitive compared to the gorgeous and exquisite style of the elves.But it carries the unique beauty of this world.

Although the prince who lost the connection to the magic network could sense the magic floating in nature, his teacher's previous teachings made him wary of unfamiliar magic.

Elves are a race with a very high energy affinity, but absorbing too much magic that contains 'impurities' can cause various physical problems for the elves.

The lack of magic power made him a little weak, but fortunately, the physical training he had taken since childhood allowed him to be minimally affected by this feeling of weakness.

Even if he doesn't have magic power, Frey is confident that he is a qualified warrior.

Pushing open the wooden door, Frey saw other creatures similar to elves for the first time.

They don't have the long ears of elves, and their looks are more 'ordinary', but they have similar body structures.

Fortunately, the prince has been well-read under the guidance of his teacher since he was a child, and he knows that such creatures are called "human beings".

The strange thing is that even if I have never been in contact with them or learned their language, I can still understand what they are saying.

"Do you feel better? Does the wound on your body still hurt?" the human woman standing at the door of her room asked softly.

The woman's skin color is very different from the fair skin of the elves. It is a healthy wheat color. Through the black gauze on her face, Frey can see that this is a delicate-looking girl.

He subconsciously spoke politely, but the language he spoke was no longer the familiar Elvish language.

"I'm fine, but my clothes don't fit well." Frey pulled the cloth on his body somewhat uncomfortably.

Although he was surprised by the change in language, the good palace education he had received kept the prince calm.

"If possible, could you give me back the clothes I wore before?" the prince asked tentatively.

The girl showed an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, your clothes are seriously damaged, and even our best tailors can't repair them."

"Uh, in that case, can you return my magic pocket to me? There is a spare change of clothes in it."

The girl showed an apologetic smile again: "Your Highness, your belongings are all stored with Priest Siduli. Do you need me to retrieve them?"

Frey thought for a moment and realized that the information he could get from a relatively low-status person like the maid was limited. If necessary, he would need to meet with a higher-status big shot here.

"Please take me with you. I also have something I want to know."

Following the girl, Frey started his own action.

Wherever he looked, he recorded everything he saw, and at the same time called Carlos the Pegasus who ran away to nowhere through the contract.

The strange thing is that the way people here look at him makes him confused.

Examination, respect, and understanding are just some of them.

Siduli, who was dealing with some affairs, had seen Frey brought by the girl from a long distance.

The familiar hair color and eye color of the little prince attracted her attention.

The pen I was using to record was broken unconsciously.

A feeling of being cheated arises spontaneously.

so bad!

King, do you actually want to deceive even your most trusted assistant?