Chapitre 1: BCKG: Prolouge
In the Clover Kingdom, where magic determined strength and status, the House of Kira was one of the most powerful families. Known for their Light Magic, their legacy was secured as the King of the Clover Kingdom.
Among them were twin brothers, Gilgamesh Kira and Augustus Kira, born on a night when the stars aligned to mark their arrival.
Gilgamesh was the elder and a prodigy. His mana reserves seemed endless, and his grimoire was unlike any other—a large, thick four-leaf clover tome filled with powerful spells. He could control magic with precision, turning it into a weapon or a shield as needed.
His Light Magic, a gift of his family, was stronger than any seen in generations. But Gilgamesh was never satisfied.
He believed in pushing limits and sought the legendary Divine Light Magic, a stronger and purer version of his family's power.
Brilliance alone was not enough for Gilgamesh. He was a man of unyielding ambition, a king even before he ascended the throne. The world had boundaries, and he despised them.
His thirst for perfection drove him to push beyond the known limits of Light Magic. Years of relentless study and grueling practice culminated in his awakening of Divine Light Magic, a form so pure and overwhelming it dwarfed its predecessor.
Through years of training, Gilgamesh achieved what others believed impossible. His new power allowed him to protect the Clover Kingdom from its greatest threats.
When invaders came with dark magic and overwhelming force, Gilgamesh stood against them. His Divine Light Magic defeated the enemies and brought peace to the kingdom. The people crowned him king, calling him the Radiant Monarch!
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The Domus Aurea, Gilgamesh's pleasure palace, stood as a monument to his boundless energy and charisma. Its golden spires gleamed under the sun, a proof to the wealth and prosperity of the Clover Kingdom.
Within, the halls were alive with laughter, music, and the scent of exotic flowers imported from the farthest reaches of the land.
Gilgamesh, the Radiant King, was at the center of it all. Surrounded by a hundred of the kingdom's most beautiful and talented women, he reveled in their company, his stamina and charm legendary even among the noble houses.
For a week, the palace echoed with merriment and delight as Gilgamesh celebrated life and the prosperity of his kingdom.
Despite the days of indulgence, he emerged from the Domus Aurea as radiant and composed as ever. His golden robes shimmered in the morning sun, and his piercing gaze carried the weight of both a ruler and a man of immense responsibility.
As he entered the throne room of the Clover Kingdom's royal palace, the air shifted. The nobles, seated in a semicircle before the grand council table, rose to their feet. Some looked at him with reverence, others with thinly veiled envy, but none dared meet his gaze for long.
"Sit," he commanded, his voice smooth but firm. They obeyed without hesitation.
The discussion began with the annual review of the kingdom's economy.
The business plan Gilgamesh had implemented a year prior—encouraging trade routes to extend into neighboring kingdoms, reducing tariffs for small merchants, and fostering innovation through grants—had borne remarkable fruit.
Clover's markets buzzed with life, foreign gold flowed into its coffers, and its artisans crafted wares renowned far and wide.
"My vision has prospered," Gilgamesh said, his tone more statement than question. The treasurer nodded quickly.
"Sire, merchant activity has increased by nearly sixty percent. Our coffers overflow, and unemployment is at an all-time low. The common folk praise your name as a god among men."
Gilgamesh leaned back on his golden throne, fingers steepled. "And yet, it can be better."
The room went silent. His eyes swept across the table, fixing on the Minister of Agriculture.
"The people prosper, but hunger still gnaws at the outer provinces. Expand the irrigation channels I ordered last season. Double their funding."
He turned to the Minister of Commerce.
"Eliminate the remaining tolls at provincial borders. Let goods move freely. Wealth stagnates when it is confined."
Lastly, his gaze landed on the nobles, each sitting in their finery, hands clasped nervously in their laps.
"You," he said, voice soft but heavy with authority, "will invest your fortunes in local enterprises. No exceptions. The kingdom's growth benefits all. Hoarding wealth benefits no one."
One brave duke dared to speak. "Your Majesty, some of us—"
Gilgamesh raised a hand, silencing him mid-sentence. "What benefits the kingdom benefits you, Duke Alarius. Do not mistake my generosity for leniency."
Yet he was not a man to rest on his laurels.
"These are promising results," he said, "but complacency is the enemy of progress. Where are the weaknesses of our plan?"
The nobles exchanged glances before another spoke.
"Some regions still struggle with access to the main trade routes, and a few guilds report shortages in skilled labor. Additionally, there have been minor disputes over taxation."
Gilgamesh stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Then we shall address these issues immediately. Expand the trade routes and offer incentives for skilled workers to relocate. As for taxation, ensure the burden is fair and balanced. The happiness of our people is the cornerstone of our own prosperity."
The nobles nodded in agreement, impressed by their king's foresight.
By the meeting's end, the council chamber buzzed with the energy of decisions made and futures secured. As Gilgamesh stood, the assembly rose in unison, bowing low.
As he walked out onto the palace balcony, the sprawling kingdom stretched before him. Merchants called out their wares in the bustling streets below, children laughed and played, and farmers guided carts of produce to market.
His lips curled into a faint smile. This was his kingdom. His creation. And he would see it thrive, no matter the cost.
Yet, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the land in hues of gold and crimson, one question lingered in his mind. How long could such perfection last?
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The battlefield was a wasteland of ash and ruin, its earth scarred by the unrelenting chaos unleashed by the Dark Triad. Blackened clouds churned in the sky, suffused with the oppressive mana of the three infamous Zogratis siblings—Dante, with his twisted Gravity Magic; Zenon, the silent harbinger of Spatial Magic; and Vanica, whose sadistic Blood Magic painted the ground red.
Before them stood Gilgamesh, his golden cape billowing in the unnatural winds. He had ordered his wizards to stand back, their protests silenced by a mere glance. This battle was his alone.
"Come now," Gilgamesh said, his voice smooth, carrying an arrogance that made the Dark Triad bristle. "Show me the power of devils. Don't disappoint me."
Dante Zogratis stepped forward, his dark grin spreading as gravity distorted the space around him. Rocks and debris rose into the air, floating lazily before Dante clenched his fists, sending them hurtling toward Gilgamesh like cannonballs.
Gilgamesh didn't flinch. His grimoire, glowing brighter with each page it turned, responded with a flicker of golden light. He raised a single hand, and with a low hum, the debris disintegrated mid-flight, reduced to harmless motes of dust.
"Ah, a king of light," Dante drawled, his voice tinged with mockery. "Let's see how bright you shine when crushed under the weight of despair."
Before Gilgamesh could respond, Zenon Zogratis appeared beside him, his Spatial Magic distorting reality in a ripple. With a snap of his fingers, jagged cubes of compressed space formed around Gilgamesh, their edges slicing through the air with deadly precision.
Gilgamesh moved, his steps deliberate yet unhurried.
"Divine Light Magic: Svalinn." [1]
A shield shimmered into existence around him, the golden dome not only halting the cubes but sending them rebounding back toward Zenon. The Triad member phased out of sight, reappearing several paces away, his expression colder but tinged with intrigue.
Vanica Zogratis leaped forward next, her blood-red aura crackling with malicious energy. "You're strong," she admitted, a wild grin splitting her face. "But strength only makes the hunt more exciting!"
Tendrils of Blood Magic erupted from the ground, twisting and writhing like crimson snakes. They coiled toward Gilgamesh, converging with the speed of striking vipers. He answered with a flick of his wrist, summoning beams of radiant light that sliced through the tendrils, severing them cleanly.
Vanica laughed, undeterred. "Oh, I like you! Let's see how long you can keep up." She unleashed a storm of blood spears, each one vibrating with lethal intent.
Gilgamesh sighed. "Is this your best?" His grimoire flipped open, the golden glow intensifying. "Divine Light Magic: Gate of Babylon."
Golden streams of light poured down from the sky, each one striking with precision. The blood spears shattered on contact, and Vanica barely avoided the subsequent barrage, her laughter turning to a snarl as the ground beneath her feet cracked and split.
Dante, watching from afar, extended his arms wide. The air grew impossibly heavy as his Gravity Magic warped the battlefield. Entire boulders levitated before hurling toward Gilgamesh in a relentless assault, each impact creating shockwaves that echoed across the wasteland.
This time, Gilgamesh smiled. He stepped forward, the debris parting before him as though repelled by an invisible force. His grimoire responded again, its pages glowing with an almost divine brilliance. "Divine Light Magic: Helios' Judgment." [2]
A burst of golden light expanded outward, obliterating the incoming boulders and forcing Dante to shield himself. The wave of light struck the Dark Triad with enough force to send Vanica tumbling and Zenon skidding back, his spatial barrier cracking under the impact.
"You call yourselves wielders of power?" Gilgamesh said, his tone dripping with contempt. "I've seen more impressive displays from court jesters."
Zenon's expression hardened. He extended his hand, opening a rift in space that pulled the surrounding area into a vacuum-like distortion. Spatial Severance, a technique that had crushed countless enemies, aimed to warp Gilgamesh's very form.
Gilgamesh didn't move, his aura shimmering as the spatial attack reached him. Instead of being torn apart, the distortion met an immovable force: his shield, now glowing with such intensity it appeared molten.
"Pathetic," Gilgamesh said, his voice calm. "You think bending space itself can undo me?" His grimoire flipped again, and a spear of concentrated light materialized in his hand.
"Divine Light Magic: Spear of Trium." [3]
With a flick of his wrist, the spear launched toward Zenon, ripping through the vacuum and shattering the spatial barrier as though it were glass. Zenon evaded at the last moment, the spear striking the ground behind him and detonating in a blinding explosion of light that tore a crater into the earth.
Vanica lunged again, her blood magic surging in a crimson torrent. "You're good, but let's see how you handle all three of us!" she shrieked.
Dante and Zenon joined her, their attacks converging in a storm of gravity, blood, and space. The air screamed with raw energy, the combined assault shaking the very foundations of the battlefield.
Gilgamesh stood still, his expression unreadable as his grimoire's pages turned rapidly. The golden aura around him expanded, the glow now tinged with faint white streaks, as if ascending to something beyond.
"Enough games," he said softly, his voice carrying over the cacophony of their combined attack.
The light erupted around him in an enormous pillar, its intensity so blinding that even the Dark Triad faltered. The earth beneath his feet fractured, the golden glow reflecting off the storm clouds above.
"By my order, ready the lights,
Use my treasures to show them the power that protects Clover,
My resolve shall flood the earth,
Divine Light: Melammu Dingir! " [4]
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[1] Svalinn: Svalinn is a legendary shield in Norse mythology that protects the world from the sun's heat.
[2] Helios: In ancient Greek mythology, Helios was the god of the sun, who drove across the sky in a chariot. He was also the guardian of oaths and the god of sight.
[3] The Spear of Trium: This all-destroying weapon from Greek mythology was created by the gods when they assembled their weapons to fight the Titans.
[4] Melammu Dingir, roughly translates to "radiance of gods". It is a long-range bombardment from the citadel of Uruk. A prodigious cannon fire that concentrates not only Gilgamesh's own, but also the total force of the people of Uruk that lived in the Age of Gods.
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