Guda-kun is a heroic spirit [Comprehensive]

It is a story between an ordinary boy who is a human being and an unattainable king.

In Gilgamesh's initial impression, Fujimaru Tachika never touched him once. It is important to be able to recognize his own position, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Those noisy guys surrounded the boy, hooking shoulders, backs, and fighting with each other.With this group of people, Chaldea can't be quiet all day long, and only in the middle of the night can I find a trace of peace.

As a king, he didn't bother to make such actions, and the other party was also very winking, no matter in terms of language or behavior, they were all humble.

That magician is just a mediocre person.Gilgamesh said so.

This impression lasted until the first time when he lost the battle and retreated temporarily. Due to interference, Chaldea was temporarily unable to connect, and his magic supply could only be obtained from the master.

Familiar with magicians' methods of replenishing magic, he just watched Fujimaru Tachika coldly, as if he was not looking at the contractor, but the magic supplier.

"Well, Wang, you should have it, right?" The young man asked slightly troubled, "Just... a cup and a knife."

Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows, and took out these two things from the treasure house generously. Fujimaru Tachika took it overjoyed, but hesitated.

He didn't speak, his red pupils were indifferent, and he was looking down at a shivering lamb.As long as the offering is the bodily fluid of the magician, it is obviously intended to use blood as a compensation.

However, it takes a lot of courage for a normal person to cut his wrist, let alone a youthful and lively boy of sixteen or seventeen, but Fujimaru Tatsuka's hesitation lasted only half a minute. He rolled up his left sleeve and put The blade pressed up.

Gilgamesh finally became more interested. He wanted to see how deep his consciousness was—restoring human nature is not just for fun. Those who don’t have a strong will, and it should be said that they can complete this task, are probably monsters. Bar.

For the young man who was pushed to the position of master due to helplessness, he still has the slightest desire to watch the excitement, to see where this difficult journey can go.

His hands trembled slightly, and as the cold light flashed by, the bright red flesh and blood under the skin were exposed.

Fujimaru Tachika is an ordinary person. He has never aimed at the enemy's weak points on the battlefield, nor has he studied the corresponding knowledge, so that the first cut is not deep enough.

His face was pale, and he clenched his lips tightly. The pain from his skin and flesh was like tide, and it hit him wave after wave.But it's not deep enough. To bleed, you have to...

Under the dual pressure of psychology and body, the boy's forehead was covered with sweat.But he didn't hesitate for this knife, the blade pressed the wound and continued to embed downward.

"Hey, bastard, are you planning to lay your dead body directly in front of this king? Don't dirty the ground under my king's feet with such random bloodletting."

Two fingers pinched the handle of the knife, and after successfully stopping his movement, Gilgamesh mocked with a displeasure on his face.

Not knowing where he angered this moody tyrant, the young man couldn't help shrinking his neck, looking extremely pitiful.

"Did they teach you how to deal with this situation? Isn't there an easier way?" The man swept his collar and gestured simply and rudely.

Fujimaru Tachika looked in pain, but she didn't want to say it out, so she braced herself and replied, "So the king is such a casual person?"

Gilgamesh glanced at him, "Just because of your words, this king can punish you for disrespect... Hmph, it's true what you said, so what?"

"Because it's better to get the other person's consent to touch people, right?" He moved, his clothes scratched the wound, and he grinned in pain, "...Hiss, the king probably won't agree, so I respect you as much as possible... Ah, pain, pain, what are you doing!"

The man took the knife out of his hand in distaste, and did it himself instead. After bleeding enough, he threw the hemostatic medicine in the treasury into Fujimaru Tachika's arms, "This king didn't let the contractor bleed in front of him. Death's hobby, this should be done by yourself, right?"

Obviously there was no trace of blood on his face, but the boy was still smiling, as always, so warm that people wanted to touch it.

"next time."

Fujimaru Tachika tilted her head, "Huh?"

"The next time a place like the training ground is called Shang Benwang, do you hear me clearly?"

"But next time it's the gun-level practice field? Do you want to go up and try reverse restraint?"

"Idiot! Is this king someone who will be afraid! It seems that you don't want to live!"

"..."

Then at the gun level training ground, Gilgamesh gave a "cool".

Thoughts from the past fell to the ground in miscellaneous pieces, mixed among the fallen petals, and it felt like things were right and wrong.

He was a born king, he was aloof, he walked alone, but he never said anything.

"As a human being, I have no way to respond to you." Fujimaru Tachika tugged at the corners of his mouth, but in the end he still didn't smile, and the smell of the flowers behind him also brought a bit of bitterness, "A person's life is too short. How sad it would be to be empty again."

He didn't want to make the man feel bad, not at all.So even if he knew the existence of that heart, he still tried his best to treat himself as the king's pity for his subjects.

Including that kiss that wasn't quite a kiss.

Gilgamesh was wearing pajamas with golden tassels, and the Uruk-style belt was dotted with some gemstones. The night wind was blowing, and the halo of low-key luxury gathered here.

He was condescending and only said two words, "Idiot."

Still so proud, the moonlight fell on the blond hair, bringing out the majestic look of the king, but it made people think it was so appropriate.

Gilgamesh stared at Fujimaru Tachika calmly for the first time, and what was reflected in the red pupils was not the figure buried in the roses, but the young man in a white robe who turned his head and smiled at him.

It was someday in the not-too-distant future—

After a moment of silence, but it seemed as if centuries had passed, Gilgamesh calmly spoke out a few words, "My king has given my permission."

"Eh?" Fujimaru Tachika's eyes widened in surprise, "What...?"

The man pressed his fingertips against his lower lip, and ordered him forcefully to stop and listen to himself, "You will understand later, no matter what it is, just do it. This king is your bow, your bow Dun is also your king, do you hear me clearly? Lixiang."

He nodded dully, and Gilgamesh's voice came out for the second time, "...it's okay if you run away for the second time, it's only three things, there will be no next time, so please yourself."

The blood rushed to the face, Fujimaru Tatsuka felt a little dizzy, what should I say?Say you like Wang, like this person?

Simple three words, but like a sealed motto.

Under the moonlight, a hand with slender knuckles stretched out towards him. The handsome Wang lifted the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "I'm going back."

Not knowing where the courage came from, Fujimaru Tateka stared at the hand for a few seconds, then slapped it, and jumped up, the gap of about ten centimeters between the two suddenly narrowed to zero.

In the courtyard where the fragrance floats, the atmosphere is just right.

only--

Fujimaru Tachika wanted to slap herself after doing a series of actions, why did he just gnaw on this man! ?The wall of chalk was immediately protected, so as not to leave the star of Pizhi to finish playing.

Gilgamesh didn't expect him to do this, and he also froze in place, meeting the boy's eyes.

Fujimaru Tachika felt that this was a good opportunity, and quickly slipped away, not forgetting to turn around and shout, "This is always the first time!"

The man froze for a rare long time, then wiped away the blood on his lips with the back of his hand, and then covered his face with his hand.

That kiss just now... No, gnaw, really fucking hard.

You have to teach me another day.

……

Fujimaru Tatsuka felt guilty, and felt unsafe wherever he looked, so he had to tiptoe back to the dormitory, and the virtuous king was still sleeping peacefully.

He gently sat down next to him, and soon there were only the breathing of two people around him, and the King of Heroes did not follow, which made him heave a long sigh of relief.

As the saying goes, impulse is the devil.

He covered his face and fell on the pillow. He was probably possessed by a ghost just now. How could he act like that? ?

The young man covered his face and buried himself in the pillow for a long time before he managed to calm down his emotions. The mental construction he had just made collapsed the moment he saw the face of the virtuous king.

What do you do when you meet during the day?Act like nothing happened?But Gilgamesh already had an attitude of almost saying those words, and he even gnawed at him, so the sky might not be falling.

While struggling mentally, he comforted himself indiscriminately, and his eyes wandered and landed on the gloved hands of King Xian.

Attention is drawn to the past, strange, very strange.It’s okay to wear it before, but it doesn’t make sense to wear it now when you sleep.

Fujimaru Tachika felt something was wrong in his heart, he turned over and moved closer quietly, he tried to push Gilgamesh [Caster]'s arm, but the other party didn't respond, even a little too unresponsive.

He hesitated for a while, and gently took off the glove on King Xian's right hand.

For some unknown reason, his heart beat suddenly.

With just a glance, the boy immediately pinched his thigh to prevent himself from waking Gilgamesh [Caster].

The fingertips that should have been intact are now showing signs of scorching. This situation occurs due to excessive loss of magic power.