The warm morning sun shone through the vine-woven curtains onto the beige wall. Gilgamesh lifted his blanket and sat up in bed. Beside him were neatly folded clean clothes.

The Fu Mourning God, who had been sleeping on the west side of the room, were no longer in the room. The bed had been made and rolled up. They had probably woken up early.

The clothes beside him were within reach of his hand. The material of the clothes was soft and comfortable to the touch. The tailoring was also rather particular.

Gilgamesh fiddled with the pile of clothes in front of him. There were undershirts, short sleeves, long sleeves, haori, belts, and accessories. The entire set would be rather complicated to wear.

Although the great and honorable Hero King had been in Japan for at least seven years, he rarely wore traditional Japanese clothing. At most, he would wear a bathrobe after taking a bath or to cool off at night.

This bunch of Fu Mourning God really knew how to give him trouble.

"Knock, knock, knock."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The voice outside sounded nervous and uneasy, "Your Majesty, are you awake?

Can you allow me in? "

"Come in."

Maeda came in with a mahogany lunchbox. He had probably not slept the entire night and had cried until midnight. His eyes were red and swollen, and his light brown eyes were bloodshot.

After suffering a series of huge blows over the past few days, Shortsword's thin body had visibly become thinner and more haggard.

In addition, he had not eaten well due to the fear he had at Luther Greenwell's place. His ribs could be vaguely seen through his tight-fitting military uniform, but he was so strong and sensible that it was amazing.

After being accepted by Gilgamesh last night, he had not formally met the new God's Inquisitor due to his grief and uneasiness. It would be rude if he did not come today.

After all, he was the only benefactor who was willing to take him in as an ordinary Shortsword.

Maeda walked in front of Gilgamesh and put down the lunchbox in his hand. He formally bowed and said with a hoarse voice, "My name is Maeda Teng Shiro. I'm at the bottom of the Teng Shiro family. Although I have not made any great military achievements, I will serve you forever." Finally, he added, "If you don't mind …"

"Since he promised to take you in, Wang will keep his promise."

In Gilgamesh's heart, this was a relatively satisfactory deal. As long as Maeda didn't do anything to anger him, it wouldn't be much trouble to bring Motomaru back and let him live a good life.

Moreover, Gilgamesh actually didn't hate children.

"Would Your Highness like to have breakfast now?

It's just done, so it's still warm. "

After Gilgamesh nodded, Maeda placed the small dishes on the table one by one.

Breakfast was also traditional Japanese cuisine. There was miso soup, white rice, fried fish, tamako, and seasonal vegetables. It was relatively light and suitable for the stomach that had not eaten for a night.

After all the bowls and plates were placed, she saw that Gilgamesh was still sitting on the bed without moving.

The clever Little Shorts noticed the pile of clothes in the Divine Inquisitor's hands and immediately understood the reason.

"Your Majesty, may I come down and help you dress?"

"Okay." Gilgamesh nodded with satisfaction.

"Where are the others?" the Divine Inquisitor asked casually as Maeda squatted at Gilgamesh's feet and tidied the tassels on the hem of his clothes.

Maeda replied, "Today is the last day of the Komusubi's drop rate increase. We know that Your Highness specially came to Motomata this time to get him, so we prepared for a long time. Therefore, everyone woke up early in the morning and went out to battle.

Kendo, Hado, and I stayed behind to wait for Your Highness's orders. "

The two Universal Shorthairs were a little too much for this battlefield, so Yiche and Genicular Pill volunteered to replace Kendo and Hado in the team. Although Yiche was a little depressed that he didn't become the team leader, he still set out very seriously.

They thought that since Hado and Kendo were also from Fujiro's family, they could better comfort Maeda.

"So who prepared this set of clothes?"

Gilgamesh opened his arms and allowed Maeda to put on the last piece of clothing for him.

It was a very luxurious Haori. The translucent muslin light garment was sewn with diamond-shaped patterns with four different tones of golden silk threads. The bottom of the garment was embroidered with cherry blossoms and a crescent moon, making it look grand and elegant.

Although the taste was not bad, it was obviously not suitable for battle.

"It's the new Swordsman. When he came to visit Your Highness this morning, he saw Your Highness' armor hanging on the wall and kept praising Your Highness' good taste. He said that Your Highness would definitely like this set of clothes."

Maeda turned to Gilgamesh and fastened the outer buckle of the Haori for him. "Because they were afraid of disturbing Your Highness, everyone waited in the hall downstairs."

"Oh?

That's really delightful. "Gilgamesh waved the wide sleeves of his kimono. He really didn't dislike this kind of luxurious style.

Speaking of luxurious clothes, as a member of the Imperial Household, Brother One's battle uniform was also very luxurious.

Thinking of this, Swordsman's nose twitched, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Then, as a drop of tear fell on the straw mat, the tears that he had been holding back for a long time couldn't be stopped.

Gilgamesh, who was in a good mood, patted Maeda's head. "Don't cry. When you follow me back to Honmaru, Wang will let you meet with Brother One of One Vibration."

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness.

I'm very sorry for disturbing your meal. Let me make the bed for you. "

Maeda wiped his tears with his small hands, knelt down, folded the quilt, smoothed out the wrinkles, and rolled up the quilt … He only thought that Gilgamesh was comforting him, but the Brother One of One Vibration in Honmaru was different from his Brother One.

After breakfast, Gilgamesh opened the door with Maeda following him. When they passed by the corridor on the second floor, they glanced around. Because of the raid last night, most of the Fu Mourning God and God's Inquisitors had left, and the bustling small hotel was much emptier.

In fact, even if that wasn't the case, they could still see the golden Fu Mourning God sitting in the corner of the hall with Hado and Kendo.

In addition, there was also a green-haired Fu Mourning God with a ponytail. The four of them were sitting in a circle around the table, discussing something seriously. They didn't notice Gilgamesh's arrival.

"Kendo, why are you still holding a sword?

Come, relax a little and drink some tea.

With me, the real thing, there won't be any danger. "

Kendo thanked him and took the teacup, but his right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. "I have to protect the General's safety at all times. If there's a historical revisionist who sneaks up on me, I'll run him through with the sword hilt!"

"Uh-huh ~" Death God Fu, who had a green ponytail, suddenly laughed. "Is this the legendary Mr. Yao's aura of 2.8 meters?

I wonder if Kendo will still be so careful when he's run through by Master. "

The naive Hado immediately retorted, "Qing River, what nonsense are you talking about?

Master is very good. He wouldn't do that kind of thing to Kendo. "

"It's not that kind of thing, it's' that kind of thing '. It's something that makes both parties happy … Hey, hey, hey, Kendo, don't be angry, don't be agitated.

I just saw that you were too nervous, so I made a joke to make everyone relax. "Smiling Qing River looked at the sharp dagger in front of his neck and raised his hands in surrender.

"Don't talk about the General behind his back." Kendo retracted his sword and warned, "And don't lead my equally naive and pure brothers astray."

Looking at the Fu Mourning God who didn't realize they were fooling around, Maeda sniffed and kindly reminded them, "The Divine Inquisitor is here."

The Fu Mourning God valued their first meeting with the Divine Inquisitor. If they left a bad impression, it would be very difficult to change it in the future.

After all, there were so many Fu Mourning God in a Honmaru, but there was only one Divine Inquisitor.

Only then did the Fu Mourning God notice Gilgamesh who was standing less than five meters behind them.

"Mas … Master …" Everyone stood up from their seats and lowered their heads to greet the Divine Inquisitor.

Especially Smiling Qing River, who was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wow!

The Divine Inquisitor is shining like the real deal! "Toru Washuka looked up at Gilgamesh and couldn't help but exclaim.

His soft purple hair swayed gently with his movements. "Looks like the Master and I get along very well. After all, we share the same noble taste that can't be matched by fake goods."

Gilgamesh raised his chin. Toru Washuka's words made him feel very good. "The King's taste is naturally the best. Whether it's weapons, wine, or clothes, they are all the same."

At that moment, the glittering Divine Inquisitor and the equally glittering Fu Mourning God regretted not meeting each other sooner.

"By the way, Wang overheard your conversation just now. I'm a little curious about what could make both of you happy."

Gilgamesh didn't pay attention to the Fu Mourning God's little actions. He felt that the two new Fu Mourning God seemed to be quite interesting.

Kendo, who was usually calm and serious, raised his head and stammered as he waved his hand. "No, nothing … Don't be infected by their filthy thoughts, Admiral."

Smiling Qing River had already calmed down. He held the golden egg that the Divine Inquisitor had just given him and said with an intoxicated expression, "Master, you haven't seen Kendo when he's chained, have you?

The question of an ignorant and ignorant teenager is really pleasing to the mind and body. "After he finished speaking, he let out a series of strange chuckles that sounded like a veteran driver's.

Gilgamesh looked at Kendo, who was standing beside him, and gave an equally enigmatic smile. "Yes, I haven't seen it, but I can give it a try when I get back."

Kendo's pale cheeks were stained with crimson, and his ears were like irises that were about to bleed.

There was never a moment when he felt that Motokamaru was so desperate for the One Vibration to purify the filth.

Whether it was Ishikiemaru or Tachi Taro, please return their serious and ascetic Admiral.