Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Countless high-ranking officials of Uruk gathered in the magnificent hall.

"The King of the Most Ancient Era"—this was a video related to their own greatest, most ancient, wealthiest, and most powerful king.

Now, the King of Heroes himself had summoned them all to witness it together.

Everyone assembled, each brimming with anticipation—

"Our great king must have been infinitely wise and beloved by his people in his time, right?"

"A mere nameless heroic spirit? If he dares appear before the king, he'll only become His Majesty's most loyal subject!"

"Exactly! That guy only managed to charm King Arthur and the Saint of France because he's ridiculously handsome!"

"Let us see how the supreme king deals with this nameless heroic spirit!"

...

Upon the throne.

Gilgamesh, radiant in gold, rested his chin on his hand, a faint smile on his lips.

Just as he had said earlier—what right did a mere nameless heroic spirit have to appear before him?

Compared to that, the pleasure-seeking Merlin was far more suited to be his subject.

With a little nurturing, that fellow might just learn to find true joy, just like him!

Well then, let this king see what this video is all about!

The opening remained unchanged—

[Chronicle of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]

[Your name may be forgotten by history, but your deeds will echo through eternity!]

The scene slowly shifted.

The perspective seemed to be that of a colossal being gazing down from the ocean upon the western lands.

A deep, resonant narration began—

[Humanity slowly multiplied and grew, gradually breaking free from ignorant faith.]

[To ensure mankind's eternal devotion, the gods deliberately created a 'keystone' to restrain them.]

[Born two-thirds god and one-third human, he carried the bloodline of the divine king Anu.]

[The King of the Most Ancient Era, the King of Heroes, was born!]

[His name—Gilgamesh!]

This narration served as an introduction to the most basic knowledge.

Especially for top-tier heroic spirits like King Arthur and the King of Heroes, who had legions of devoted fans worldwide.

Even those who weren't fans had long learned about them from various sources.

The King of Heroes was hailed as the wisest and most virtuous of kings.

The king was wiser than the gods, and under his rule, the entire nation flourished in perfect order.

He meticulously managed the economy, people's livelihoods, education, politics, military affairs, and more, single-handedly rebuilding his nation from ruins.

Every face was filled with smiles, their admiration for the King of Heroes reaching its peak.

The so-called "Epic of Gilgamesh" recorded the king as a tyrant—clearly a slander by later generations!

Some, envious of the king's greatness, shamelessly smeared his name with reckless lies.

How could the King of Heroes, such a wise and virtuous man, possibly be a greedy, insatiable chuunibyou tyrant?

"It's the King of Heroes—my favorite King of Heroes!"

Roya's large eyes sparkled as if shimmering golden coins floated within them.

This was the wealthiest of all heroic spirits.

His [Gate of Babylon] led to the Golden Capital, holding endless riches.

As she recalled the related information, she nearly drooled. "Oh my, if only I could become the King of Heroes' sister or daughter—wouldn't I be able to buy anything I want?"

"Wake up. Young people should prepare for the 996 work schedule—stop dreaming!"

Souma rolled his eyes.

Come to think of it, that golden guy was so adorable as a child—how did he grow up into such a foul-mouthed chuunibyou?

Fortunately, after some warm, considerate, and affectionate guidance and education, he finally managed to return to normal.

He absolutely couldn't let these two meet—otherwise, the brat would be even harder to discipline!

"Hmph, I won't do 996. In the future, I'll find a cushy job with a four-day workweek."

Roya replied with full confidence.

Though she possessed no talent for magecraft whatsoever, being just an ordinary person.

With her intelligence and wit, her future was destined to be anything but mundane.

But why was this cat staring at her so intently?

Roya couldn't help but grit her teeth—

Teasing and tempting, yet refusing to be touched—just what do you want?

"Fou... Fou? (What's this weirdo up to?)"

Fou sat squarely on Souma's lap, occupying the most comfortable and warmest seat.

It kept a wary eye on her.

Though she appeared to be a human girl, she exuded a terrifying presence on par with its own.

The most frightening thing was—

The endless waves of mysterious power swirling around her, as if drawn from countless eras of human history, from the fear and curses of countless humans.

A being steeped in sin!

Just who are you?

"Alright, stop staring at her and focus on the video," Souma said, patting Fou's little head.

If outsiders knew these two were in his home, it would undoubtedly send shockwaves of panic through every human and Heroic Spirit in the world.

This video seemed poised to expose his and Golden Brat's embarrassing past—like dormmates calling each other "son." Just thinking about it felt like public humiliation!

Originally, he had intended to safeguard human history, but who could blame him when dealing with the most punchable version of Golden Brat? Having just fought him to the death in another timeline, Souma held no goodwill toward him.

Naturally, he'd use his Personality Correction Fist to turn him into the beloved and wise Caster Gil!

"Hmph!" Roya snorted coldly.

She couldn't shake the feeling that this little cat was strange—was it really here to repay a debt?

But she was overthinking it. Best to keep watching the video.

On screen—

A strikingly handsome young man with golden hair, crimson eyes, and an overall radiant appearance appeared.

Anyone could recognize him at a glance—Gilgamesh!

Two-thirds god, one-third human—the oldest King of Heroes!

However, unlike the imposing figure of the 21st-century King of Heroes, this version leaned more toward his youthful form.

-[Wow, the not-yet-fully-grown King of Heroes is so handsome!]

-[Why does he look like such a smug, chuuni brat?]

-[Where's Nameless? This time it's a guy—let's see how you "conquer" him!]

-[Hey, don't forget the King of Heroes swings both ways!]

-[Stop rushing! I'm already drawing the doujinshi!]

...

Prime Minister's Office.

Mordred paused her work, eyes glued to the screen. "Could Nameless really have conquered even the King of Heroes?"

If true, that would be terrifying.

Among all Heroic Spirits in the world, the King of Heroes stood at the very pinnacle.

No, no—she was overthinking it!

That was absolutely impossible!

The King of Heroes had openly mocked—

[Tch, women will always be women, scrambling over a single man. Nameless Heroic Spirit, if you dare appear before me, I'll make you kneel and acknowledge me as your king!]

For a king like him, even someone as strong as Nameless wouldn't warrant the slightest regard!

"So, how did Nameless approach the King of Heroes this time?"

Mordred stared intently at the video.

Merlin had suddenly contacted her earlier, claiming he could find Nameless.

But that bastard made her want to cut him down—she had no intention of cooperating with him.

If she could enlist the King of Heroes' help, she'd definitely find Nameless before her father!

The video continued.

The entire city of Uruk seemed to be in the midst of a calamity.

Countless people by the roadside were sallow and emaciated, squatting weakly to the side.

In the distance, bodies could be seen lying fallen on the ground.

And the terrifying monster Humbaba had forcibly seized the entire forest, preventing the people of Uruk from cutting down trees or gathering fruits from the woods.

This was the punishment of the gods—retribution for humanity's lack of faith in the divine!

The youthful form of Gilgamesh frowned as he gazed at the crowd. "How exactly should this king save this country?"

"Then beg me for help!"

A familiar red cape appeared.

Nameless had arrived!

"You can assist this king?"

Gilgamesh tilted his head slightly to look at the man.

The red-caped man's cloak fluttered dramatically as he replied with a grin, "Of course. But first, you must acknowledge me as your teacher!"

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