The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

But even though I used the real magic eye, I still couldn't find out what the treasure was—though from the known legends about Medea, the probability that this treasure was the "Golden Fleece" was the highest.

For this reason, I tried to attack once, and the result was that my weapon just touched his body, but was bounced off by a golden light from his body. I couldn't exert any strength at all.

The most depressing thing is that there is no trace of the "Ling Curse" on this Master.

Although I don't know what technique Medea used, it is obvious that she has successfully achieved her goal-"protecting" her Master from being harmed by other heroes.

"Tsk... really troublesome..."

I tried many methods and failed without exception. I could only sigh and look at Gilgamesh, who was tossing Medea to kill time because of doing nothing. "Media is killing in the dark night. Immortal... I said you didn't get tired of tossing for so long?"

To be honest, the current Medea feels pitiful even when I look at it. For people like Gilgamesh, this alternative immortality is simply a torture for her, right?

"Use it to pass the boring time."

Gilgamesh turned his head with a dispirited expression on his face. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his garnet-colored eyes that was obvious but I didn't know who he was against. "You have finished the research there?"

"I said your Master doesn't care about it?"

I gave a dry laugh, and I tried to change the subject, "There is no reason why your Master will not act after listening to the delegation from the church today?"

"Who do you think can order this king?"

Gilgamesh just threw me a rhetorical question in the form of a statement.

"..."

Ok I got it...

In a sense, the Tosaka Master who summoned this cocky king seemed equally sad.

After rolling my eyes in my heart, I sighed and picked up some large garbage again: "If this is the case, then you can spend your time here slowly. I'm going back to the port."

"What are you doing back there?"

Gilgamesh, who seemed completely uninterested in the situation of the battle, said in a rather unhappy tone at this moment.

"Somehow there is the Servant I summoned in there. Could you please stop cursing the crow's mouth here?"

I don’t know where he is angry at all, so I can only sigh against the black line of my head, "We are not you, and we can solve all the enemies with a wave. So even if I have to do it, I can only gather them all down to earth The strength is steady and steady."

"Huh, it's just a bunch of ants, and want to compare with this king?"

As if he didn't hear the irony in my words at all, Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a bit of joy, "In this case, this king will reluctantly allow you to travel."

"What?"

I realized that I couldn't keep up with someone's leap thinking. In the next moment, I saw Gilgamesh recruit a... spaceship from his treasure vault with a wave of his hand?!

"Come up."

A certain poo guy beckoned to me in a completely benevolent tone.

"..."

Can I rob this guy?!

Apart from the black line, I have only one thought left...

======================= I am the dividing line for switching scenes ===================

"I said……"

On the glorious "boat" made of gold and emeralds that was flying at full speed, I couldn't control the twitching sensation of my mouth.

Judging from the information analyzed so far, the name of this flying ship should be recorded in the two narrative poems of "Ramayan" and "Mahabharata" circulated in India. The kind circulated from Babylon is called The flying tool of Vimana.

"Ok?"

Sitting in the seat on the boat, Gilgamesh took a moment to glance at me, as if waiting for me.

"Let me go down when it's almost there."

Although the direct airborne is faster, I guess that if this is the case, it will definitely become the target of public criticism.

"how?"

The garnet-colored eyes looked at me, faintly displeased, "Can't you sit still here?"

"It's not for this reason. But... Wow?!"

I was still thinking about what excuses I should make, but Gilgamesh suddenly made a sharp turn while operating the spacecraft. If it weren't for I grabbed the boat gang in time, I might have been thrown out.

"Tsk!"

Then Gilgamesh made another sharp turn, and this time an arrow flew almost to my cheek.

If by this time I haven't realized that the spaceship has been attacked by someone, then I would really have lived in vain - and after looking in the direction where the arrow flew, my first reaction was "".

At this time, Mordred, what are you doing here?!

And besides...what is your state?!

I am embarrassed looking at Mordred, who is inciting a pair of blood-colored wings floating in the air behind me, with a carved bow facing Gilgamesh's direction, and I don’t know what to do for a while. What's the reaction?

——So, those with wings are not necessarily angels, they may also be birdmen...

You are a birdman!That's Mordred, OK!

——Even if he is Mordred, wouldn't he be a birdman with wings?

...

"Interesting... A beast in a mere guilty dare to challenge this king."

In response to Mordred's provocative action of shooting an arrow at the spaceship again, Gilgamesh didn't anger and smiled, as if he had accepted the war sticker, the spaceship rose directly and seemed to be ready to approach again.

"Gilgamesh, you bastard! It's your business if you fight, let me go!"

After rubbing my temples that were sore due to a series of sudden situations, I was so angry that I couldn't help but I knew that I would encounter such a thing, I might as well run by myself...

Gilgamesh glanced at me, his hand moved slightly, and in the next instant, a chain had come out and was wrapped around the edge of the spaceship.

"...That... anyway, thank you."

Although it was quite reluctant, I couldn’t deny that I did accept his love, so when the Master Webb, who was holding Medea, jumped down from the spaceship while pulling the chains, I still whispered in a very faint voice. Thanks.

Anyway, I said it, it's his own business to hear it.