I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

"Let's go back," Zunya said.

"Oh!"

……

Hōmōra Bar.

"Isn't this a bar...? It's not a good idea to bring me here..." Jill complained.

"This is our base."

"So why did you take me to change into this outfit? My old one was perfectly fine..."

Jill is currently wearing an indigo stand-up collar coat, the zipper only zipped up to below her neck, and it's quite comfortable to wear.

He wore black trousers and sneakers, looking sunny and handsome.

"Doesn't this outfit suit you well too?" Tatara asked with a gentle smile.

"Hmm...that's true."

"Shall we go in then?"

"it is good!"

Tatara pushed open the bar door, and a noisy commotion came out.

"Hey, you're too slow!" Misaki waved her hand in greeting. "Seriously, you brat, you really are a rich kid. That thing in the safe, is it something your parents left you?"

“Not anymore.” Gil found it difficult to deal with Misaki; in his previous life, he wasn’t very good at dealing with such overly enthusiastic people either.

"Okay, okay, you scared little Gil." Kusanagi reached out and picked up Misaki, "Hmm, I didn't realize you looked so cool."

"And also, you really don't look like a child."

This statement startled Jill.

He does seem somewhat unlike the person in question.

After all, he was already seventeen years old. Although he was still a minor, he was relatively mature due to his family background.

But now, he feels like he has suddenly matured a lot.

"Host, this is because you have been affected by Gilgamesh's psychology to some extent, just like before. The main reason is that your mental attributes are too weak." The template's voice sounded, and Gilgamesh frowned.

Is there any way to prevent me from being affected?

"No, you have to overcome this yourself, host. You either have to submit or you have to resist."

“…Maybe so. Perhaps I’m just not like a child at all.” Gil looked up at Kusanagi, a helpless twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Then, Kusanagi pinched his cheeks and pulled them from side to side, saying, "You're acting like a little adult and you're starting to pant?"

“Waaaaah…” Jill made an unintelligible sound.

"Alright, Kusanagi." Tatara came to Gil's rescue, "Relax, relax. This child has just experienced such a change, it's possible that he'll mature a bit."

"Mr. Tatara, didn't you say you'd introduce me to them?" Gil looked at Tatara with a puzzled expression, feigning innocence. "You're not going to back out, are you?"

"How could that be? Look, the one who just pinched your cheek was Kusanagi Izumo. Just call him Kusanagi. Mr. Kusanagi is also the owner here. Of course, you should be careful not to break anything in the bar, or Mr. Kusanagi can be quite scary."

"Huh? Really?" Jill looked eager to try it out.

"No, no, don't just try it." Tatara quickly stopped Gil when he saw him like this.

“Oh~” Jill immediately showed a restrained expression.

"This is Misaki Hatta. Of course, he hates being called by his name without permission, so just call him Hatta."

"Oh~ Hello, Mr. Yata, nice to meet you."

"Hey! You brat, don't speak English in front of me!" Misaki was getting a little exasperated.

Why? Can't I speak English well?

"Hey, you brat, stop talking!"

Chapter Four: Bad News

Jill was very happy.

He discovered for the first time that teasing people could be so fun.

It's truly delightful.

"Alright, Gil-chan, stop teasing him." Tatara smiled helplessly. "Misaki, you too, calm down a bit."

"Okay." Misaki was a little annoyed, but she didn't say anything more.

"Next... he's Kamamoto Rikio, you can call him Kamamoto or Fatty, Gil."

Jill looked at Kamamoto, a giant with a hip-hop style of dress. He wore sunglasses and a white jacket. His beard and hair were blond. He wore a long, round chain around his neck and was very fat.

He was very tall, and Jill had to look up to make eye contact with him.

"You can call me senior from now on, little brother." Kamamoto laughed and patted Gil on the shoulder.

“Okay, Fatty senior.” Gil squinted and smiled as he spoke.

Although his current appearance and smile could melt the hearts of any woman, Kamamoto looked helpless. "Alright, alright, then let's call him that."

"After that……"

……

"This is Anna, she must be a few years younger than you. But it's surprising that she said she could see your red."

"Hello, Jill," Anna greeted Jill.

"Um, hello, Anna," Jill greeted her, looking at Anna with a hint of admiration.

A little while later, Tatara finished introducing almost all the members of HOMRA and finally brought Gilles to Mikoto.

“As you can see, he is our king, Suoh Mikoto,” Tatara said to Gil.

“Brother Zun,” Jill called out with a smile.

"Hmph, you've got some nerve, kid. So, what's your ability?" Suoh Mikoto asked Gil.

"Hmm... kind of like losing money, right?" Jill carefully opened the Gate of Babylon and pulled out a sword from the golden ripples.

Because I suddenly lost control before, I need to make sure I don't lose control again. During this period, I need to calm myself down and not get angry.

Who knows if I might get angry and blurt out "bastard" and then unleash a barrage of attacks from the Gate of Babylon?

Gilgamesh is truly terrifying.

Therefore, Jill would absolutely not allow herself to act recklessly.

Opening the Gate of Babylon requires extreme caution, otherwise, an accidental fire could happen...

The picture is too beautiful to imagine.

The sword was golden, which made the Homura group stare in disbelief.

Completely golden.

"It can't really be gold, can it..." Misaki clicked her tongue and said.

"No, it's more like... well, a special metal. Gold can't compare to this." Jill plunging the sword back into the golden ripples, which then disappeared from the space once more.

"How amazing... From today onwards, you are a member of HOMRA." Zun reached out and patted Gil's head.

Why does everyone like to pat my head?

It's not my fault that I'm short!

So could you please stop filming...?

Gil looked at Takeru with a hint of helplessness. Takeru let go of his hand. "Then, let Tatara show you around for a while."

"Okay, okay..." Tatara nodded with a gentle smile.

"Please take good care of me for the next period of time, little Gil."

"Please continue to guide me, senior Tatara."

Jill responded with a smile.

……

time flies.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Half a month has also passed since Jill joined HOMRA.

Jill has now become familiar with all the members of HOMRA.

Now, several of HOMRA's seniors also quite like this cute boy. His polite and sensible demeanor is also pleasing to the eye.

In addition, Gil is also very good at using "power" (skillful use of power), almost like a carbon copy of Tatara, and is also jokingly called Little Tatara.

Although Jill has always disliked this title.

until--

December 7th.

That night, Jill tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Incidentally, he is currently living with Zun.

Because he couldn't find a place to stay, he's currently living on the second floor of the HOMRA bar, just like Zun.

Jill turned over and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window.

Today is December 7th, right...?

I promised Mr. Tatara that I would pick up something for him tomorrow.

That's really malicious, making a fuss over kids.

Jill rolled over in annoyance, trying to close her eyes, but she was always woken up by a bad feeling before she could fall asleep.

“What’s going on…” Jill muttered as she sat up.

Incidentally, he slept on the sofa.