Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 586: This Gilgamesh is Overly Cautious

"...I’ll talk to her."

Moran was silent for a while and replied.

Seeing Moran who was not frivolous, Atalanta showed a bright smile and felt relieved.

She grew up in the jungle with wild animals since she was a child.

In terms of ethics, Atalanta is obviously not as conservative as the other women. She naturally believes that the able should do more work.

Like Moran, such an able person.

It’s just a little tiring, it doesn’t matter.

She, as a wife, doesn’t care, why should Moran care?

"Alas, being handsome is also a kind of trouble..."

Moran said with a slightly melancholy expression.

Once again, the women rolled their eyes.

Although they do not deny that Moran is indeed handsome and unrestrained, but it is annoying to take advantage and act like a good boy.

"You think you’re a big deal just because I said you were plump." (Implies someone is getting arrogant or ahead of themselves after a minor compliment or remark.)

Seemingly noticing his wife’s strange look,

"Ahem... I just remembered... I need to go supervise the ceremony... Don’t save dinner for me!"

Moran coughed awkwardly a few times.

Then, he made a hasty retreat before the storm arrived. Running away might be shameful... but it’s effective!

"He mentioned Greece back then... Could he be referring to ancient Greece...?"

Marie looked completely lost.

During her time serving Moran at Buckingham Palace, she had become aware of some strange things.

Listening to Moran and Atalanta’s conversation now,

She felt that Moran was more than just the King of Britain; it was as if he had existed before Britain was even founded.

If that were the case, what kind of being would their king be?

Thinking about this made Marie’s head spin.

No matter what experiences the King had in the past, her loyalty and love would not change in the slightest.

Most importantly, the island of Britain chose him.

That was reason enough for Olga Marie to trust him.

Hearing this conversation didn’t add to her confusion; instead, it made her feel that Moran was unfathomable.

This sense of mystery was captivating.

Once again, Moran’s charm in Marie’s eyes increased.

Snowfield, northern Great Canyon.

Gilgamesh summoned Vimana from his treasury, sitting high on his throne, observing the battle below.

It was the contest between Hippolyta and Alcides.

In a flash of lightning, arrows shattered the earth.

"Answer me! Why did you target that child just now!"

Hippolyta dodged Alcides’s attacks while

questioning the Avenger.

"...Clowns, dance to your heart’s content beneath my throne."

Gilgamesh was fully invested in the Holy Grail War, not underestimating it in the slightest.

He brought Tiné along every time he went to battle,

to prevent anyone from sneaking into his base.

Having been repeatedly outsmarted by Moran, Gilgamesh was now exaggeratedly cautious.

To avoid the farce of his treasury being locked up,

Gilgamesh took out treasures from the Gate of Babylon in advance and instructed Tiné to store them in a place only she knew.

As his Master, he gifted Tiné four high-grade treasures to protect her life from threats.

He even took out a spare key from the treasury

to prevent any major problems from occurring later.

It must be said that, thanks to the training from his brother Moran, Gilgamesh had become overly cautious.

When he got serious, he made sure everything was watertight.

Refusing to be caught off guard again.

"I’ve heard that you are indeed ruthless in battle, even plundering enemy cities and using any means necessary to scheme against others to achieve your goals. However, those actions are all for the sake of great ambitions and do not tarnish the name of a hero.

You fight for your beliefs, not for pleasure!

Even if the opponent is a child cursed to bring disaster, you would never aim your arrows at them so frivolously!" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Hippolyta stared intently at Alcides.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to want to see through the Avenger.

"No, more than anyone else, you should be the one who cannot tolerate this happening!

Answer me! Where has the glorious name of the God of Glory, which even the vast fields of our homeland Therm? feared and revered, gone!?"

Anger flashed in Hippolyta’s eyes.

More than anger, there was incomprehension in her eyes...

Once, as the Queen of the Amazons, she met Heracles when he was undertaking the Twelve Labors.

As in the myths,

due to the schemes of the gods, the Amazons fought against Heracles.

Even though Hippolyta realized the situation was not right, she could not change her stance in the face of her aroused people.

If it hadn’t been for Moran personally intervening,

using his status as the ruler of a country and the names of several goddesses to suppress the matter,

Heracles and the Amazons would have truly become irreconcilable enemies.

Both sides were friends to Moran.

Moran could not watch his friends kill each other because of someone else’s schemes.

Heracles cleared himself of any wrongdoing in this matter.

The Amazons had been instigated by the goddess Hera.

As compensation, Hippolyta handed over her War God’s Military Sash to Heracles to help him complete his trials.

—It was also because of this matter

that Hippolyta owed Moran a great favor.

She still remembered that night.

Her cheeks flushed, she hesitated in her boudoir, and finally succumbed to the bitterness of her identity as the ruler of a country.

With a stiff smile, she watched the man leave.

The feelings she had were not something that could be explained in a few words. Hippolyta was still lamenting it even now.

It was also during this incident

that she learned that Heracles was a noble hero.

Even in the face of such unreasonable and rude treatment, he could restrain himself from killing the Amazons.

Although Moran was a factor in it,

the fact was the fact.

Then, the scene returns to the present.

Faced with Hippolyta’s angry question, unable to bear the fall of the once dazzling hero, the Avenger’s response was—

"Shut up!"

Alcides roared.

In an instant, it was as if even space had frozen.

Like wriggling soft creatures, red and black grime stirred on the Avenger’s body.

Turbid and chaotic emotions overlapped and erupted,

as if to say that everyone present would be entangled by resentment and suffer curses even after death.