"I miss you too."
Duncan smiled, gently stroked her cheek, and motioned her to stand. Duncan did not have a daughter when he was in power, but relied on the power of Dimension Space to have offspring. The only daughter was the adopted King Arthur before him, later enshrined as the prince of Great Britain and Scotland.
King Arthur slowly got up and said, "Father, do you need me to fetch the Holy Grail for you?"
What summoning ceremony?
It doesn’t matter anymore.
With her father here, she would only obey one command.
Back in Great Britain, when her father lifted her as a baby in both hands and told the world that this was he, the oath-keeper Duncan’s adopted child, King Arthur — Altoria was given an unprecedentedly bright future.
She even more than once thought of finding the true Holy Grail for her father, to grant him eternal youth.
But her father always smiled and refused.
Duncan did the same this time, shaking his head with a smile. His obedient daughter wanted to find the Holy Grail for him when she was in power, and it’s still the same now. The Holy Grail actually didn’t have much use, at least not for him.
"Go and have a bout with Napoleon."
"He is a worthy opponent to battle."
Duncan’s gaze shifted toward Gilgamesh, his eyes gradually turning cold, and he said lightly, "Let me deal with this disgraceful fellow personally."
"I want to see how he brings forth the evil of original sin."
It seemed like it was a few hundred years ago when he last pounded on Gilgamesh.
It’s quite nostalgic indeed.
In an instant.
Duncan’s figure vanished from where he stood, and in the next moment, Gilgamesh, who was arrogant and domineering in the distance, changed his expression drastically as if he felt enormous fear, immediately like a psychological shadow, instantly pulling out the ’Epic of Creation’ from Sumerian mythology.
In the Heroic Spirit Summoning system, he indeed had the top strength, being rampant and domineering within the rules. Yet, upon sensing Duncan’s aura, he immediately showed a trace of panic.
Some unpleasant memories surfaced in his mind.
But in truth, during that battle, King Solomon was the main force, and he was just an adjunct.
Boom!
Bam!
Gilgamesh, who had been so arrogant just now, was now in such a miserable state, as he was whipped away several hundred meters by Duncan like a spinning top with a club.
This terrifying force.
This familiar strength.
This damned angle.
Too familiar.
It’s him!
It’s that man!
Yes!
In an instant, Gilgamesh’s expression grew flushed, staring with bloodshot eyes at Duncan, who appeared almost as if by flashing, and roared full of anger: "It’s you, after all!"
Duncan said indifferently, "Other than me, who else has beaten you like this?"
How exasperating!
Gilgamesh went berserk on the spot.
Couldn’t defeat your full-power state, how could I not defeat your Heroic Spirit aspect?
Utterly excessive!
Boom.
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant and flashed to Duncan’s back in the next second, only to be met with a heavy strike. Gilgamesh’s figure fell to the ground like a cannonball, creating a huge crater tens of meters wide.
So many years have passed.
This fool’s combat techniques hadn’t improved a bit, relying entirely on divinity and Noble Phantasms to fight, leaving Sumer with such a failure as a relic.
Fool.
Whipping kids with the [Sumerian Epic of Creation] every day, seeing Mesopotamian gods jump up from their graves in anger.
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