Chapter 84: Resigned Female Gilgamesh

"Ah!!!!!!"

Arthur stared in astonishment. Before him stood not the proud and arrogant golden Gilgamesh, but a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

Her hands were as delicate as rushes, her skin like solidified cream. Her neck resembled a tender grub, her teeth were neat like melon seeds, her forehead elegant, her eyebrows thin and arched like moth antennae. Her smile was enchanting, and her eyes shimmered with captivating allure.

Arthur was dumbfounded. A long-buried memory suddenly surfaced from the depths of his mind.

"You are... that beautiful woman from Camelot," Arthur said, pointing at Gilgamesh. In that moment, everything became clear!

It was no wonder he'd encountered that mysterious beauty before. No wonder she had always felt familiar to him. The person he had been searching for was by his side all along!

"What's wrong? Surprised?" Gilgamesh looked at him with a teasing smile. She hadn’t expected this blockhead to be so stunned. He always acted as though nothing fazed him, yet here he stood, mouth agape and eyes wide in disbelief, thoroughly amusing her.

"You're actually a woman!" Arthur exclaimed. He truly hadn't anticipated that the Gilgamesh who descended into this world would be female.

"What about it? Am I not beautiful?"
Gilgamesh—no, the beautiful Gilgamesh—leaned in close, her face mere inches from his, staring into his eyes with a soft, fragrant breath.

Caught off guard by her closeness, her scent, and the dazzling charm in her gaze, Arthur felt his heart tremble. He couldn’t hold back. He leaned forward, and their lips met in a soft, seamless kiss.

"Mmm..."

Gil let out a faint sound, her body trembling slightly. Even as the King of Heroes, as a woman, she couldn’t help but feel shy.

Arthur kissed her passionately. In that moment, it felt as if the world contained only the two of them.

They eventually pulled apart, though how long they had kissed, neither could say. Her face was flushed like a blooming peach blossom, a thin silver thread connecting their lips. Arthur’s heart stirred once again.

"Finished kissing?" Gilgamesh asked, cheeks still tinged with red.

"No."

"What? You still want more?"

"Yes," Arthur said earnestly. "I want it to be like this for the rest of my life."

He looked at her with deep affection. At that moment, Arthur understood her feelings—drinking and talking with him about the world, fighting side by side, descending into danger for his safety. How could he not be moved by such unwavering loyalty and love?

"I'm not willing," Gilgamesh said suddenly, shaking her head.

"What?" Arthur froze.

"Someone just now told me to find another man. I suppose I should go see if there's really someone else out there."

"Someone? Who? I don't know anything about this!" Arthur quickly put on an innocent expression.

"Tch, shameless," Gilgamesh muttered with a smirk, clearly amused. Yet no matter how one looked at them, they seemed just like a couple teasing one another.

"My teeth are still good," Arthur replied with a grin, flashing his classic eight-tooth smile.

Gilgamesh gazed at him fondly. Arthur held her tightly in his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

They remained like that, quiet and still, as if the rest of the world had vanished. The golden glow of the setting sun bathed them in light.

But suddenly—Arthur noticed a faint glow forming beside him.

"This is...!!!"

"No!"

Arthur looked down, only to see Gil’s body beginning to emit a soft, luminous glow—the unmistakable sign of a Heroic Spirit fading away.

Of course, with the Holy Grail War ending, a Servant without the Independent Action skill wouldn’t last long. In fact, Gilgamesh should’ve disappeared much earlier.

"Oh? Has the time come already?"

Gilgamesh raised her head, smiling gently as she looked at Arthur. Her expression glowed brighter than ever.

"It seems... I must disappear now."

"What?! No way! I can make you my queen. If you join my kingdom, won’t that work?"

Arthur panicked. He still had his Noble Phantasms—there had to be a way to keep her with him.

"It won’t work," Gilgamesh said softly, shaking her head.

"I’ve seen your Noble Phantasms. For ordinary Heroic Spirits, merging with a kingdom’s power would restore them fully. But I... my true form may be too powerful. Your current vessel cannot contain me."

"What..."

Arthur was at a loss. But he didn’t doubt her. Gil was practically Grand-class; her words made sense.

"Then what can we do?!"

"There’s only one option." Gil shook her head again. But then, her face turned a little pink.
"Unless..."

"Unless what? Say it!"

"Unless... you’re willing to do what you did with Jeanne that time."

"With Jeanne?" Arthur’s eyes lit up. Of course—mana replenishment!

"Alright then! For you, I won’t hold back!"

"You know," she muttered, "has anyone ever told you you’re shameless?"

"No, but at a time like this, I’d rather be shameless than lose you."

"I really can’t stand you..."

Gilgamesh closed her eyes in resignation. She felt herself being swept up into strong arms, her body gently lifted. When she opened her eyes, she was inside a magnificent palace—Arthur’s bedchamber in Camelot.

He placed her gently on a soft bed, his warm gaze fixed on her face.

Outside, the night breeze stirred. The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a silver crescent moon and twin stars. River plants danced along the shore, and the scent of spring filled the air—wild artemisia, lush and fragrant, blanketing the earth in white dandelions. The world was steeped in spring’s joy.

Within the room, Gilgamesh gradually lost herself, overwhelmed by the beauty of both the scenery and the moment. The spring wind outside seemed to seep into her heart, and her thoughts melted away.

"From now on, I’ll keep you by my side—forever," Arthur whispered.

Gilgamesh closed her eyes again. She had likely resigned herself to this fate the moment they first met.

The moon hid itself behind a drifting cloud, as if shyly averting its gaze. No one would know what transpired in Camelot’s night sky that evening. But come morning, the people would awaken to welcome their new queen.

As for what followed—it could not be spoken of in detail.
It could only be summarized in a single poetic line:

The spear pierced the peach blossom’s heart, and dew drops opened the peony.

And so, the night passed quietly.


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