On the fortress wall.
Yi Lin and Milien watched in silence as six hundred and twenty-three Uruk soldiers and the Wise King, clad in golden armor, stepped out of the fortress walls to face the invading foreign race.
Yi Lin held the Holy Grail.
The Holy Grail was in his hands.
But at this moment, he deeply understood that the Holy Grail was not as omnipotent as the legends claimed.
After all, this so-called omnipotent wishing machine was merely an "amplification tool."
Otherwise, Gilgamesh wouldn't have lent the Holy Grail to Yi Lin so easily in such a desperate situation.
In other words, for King Gilgamesh, the Holy Grail wasn't of much use at all.
Milien ate Soul Food.
Her entire being ignited.
She rolled up her sleeves, ready to jump from the wall.
But as she leapt into the air, Yi Lin caught her with Telekinesis, half-laughing and half-crying, and pulled her back onto the wall.
Milien slowly formed a question mark.
