Lamentation of the Golden King of Heroes

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"So I've failed my people, have I?"

The Golden Plated King asked his Knight as he stared out of the window of his castle, his arms crossed behind his back. He was dressed outside of his royal armor, wearing a white top and silk pants. His hair was down, laying flat atop his head. His piercing crimson eyes were staring straight outwards into the dark night of the Sugiuran Lands, and in all honesty, he was thinking.

It was true. He had been failing his people in recent times. No new Heroes from his own race had lately emerged, and whose fault was that? It could not be those whose potential had not been brought to the surface; that is not the job of the individual. It was the failing of the one who should be guiding them, who should be lifting them up, who should be showing them the light of what they can truly be. And in that respect… the Golden King had failed.

He was not opposed to failure. Failure brought with it intelligence. However, this failure was - frankly - painful. He wondered if he had been stuck in this spot for too long. He contemplated the glass of wine in his right hand, looking at the scarlet liquid s he rotated it around and around in the glass, before finally dropping it from his hand as it vanished in a series of golden dots. ..Am I feeling… sentimental…? The King wondered to himself as he remembered the time when he had created his Kingdom. The faces of Misaiko, Shimura, Dechtere… Alexander, Diarmuid… Gildarts… The men who he had lead into battle, the different outlets of power that were allowed within their hierarchal system.

"Indeed, I am a Golden King… but the people whom I should be ruling… my subjects… they do not lie here, not any longer. These are the children of my subjects…." The voice continued as he finally turned around to face the Leonhardt, before giving a single sigh, his shoulders slumping before resuming their formidable posture. It was not often that the King allowed for others to see him emit even a single point of exhaustion or weariness, but Kakeru was his Last Knight.

The memories of recent events were spiraling through his mind. And in all of them, he could not find them. Those people who would ascend as his subject, his vassals. Where were they? Where were those that the King should lead? The answer… was that they were not here. Not any longer. "You are correct. My Sugiran Kingdom's legacy… has come to an end. How fitting that the King should be the last piece on the board…" He stated, almost sadly, and as he did so, the castle began to warp and change.

Massive amount of gold dust circled about as the tapestries, carpets, pieces of art, furniture, even certain supports within the building bean to dissipate into that golden spectrum of pure light. All of it went disappeared into nothingness as the Golden Quality was removed from the Palace, as it was transformed, becoming instead a Castle. Royal blues and sot grays now replaced that once golden splendor. "Very well. But say that you are to lead. Is that your desire, Heir to Leonhardt?"

The male asked, as his body's own casual clothing had vanished in that storm of gold, replaced by his armor once more as he crossed his arms. "I've no heir that I desire to take my throne, absolutely none. You are the Last Son of the Knights of old. I have always known you to be a unique individual, with the weight of your family and your pride." Gilgamesh stated simply, being honest and fair in unison with the Knight before him.

"However… to lead is to be more than that." Gilgamesh stated firmly, lookin Kakeru directly into the eyes. "So therefore, as my final decree as King, I shall grant you this. Explain to me your ideal Kingdom. Explain what it looks like in its entirety. Detail how you relate to your people, how they view yourself. Explain to me what you relationship with your neighbors and even the alliances you would make with the Outside Worlds. I ask this not as your ruler, as it appears I had lost that title some time ago… without my notice. But still, I must ask as one who love these people, who promised their parents he would ensure the caretaking of their progeny…

What is your future, Kakeru Leonhardt?"

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To be quite honest, on any other day Gilgamesh would have made sport of his Knight's outfit. Today, however, was far too serious for such frivolities. ...Such an orderous knight… The King contemplated to himself of the colors that were being directed towards him, the white of purity and the blue of purpose. Gilgamesh noted the Knight taking a breath inwards, and for just an instant became slightly worried about the future of these present Sugiura. ...Does he hesitate from fear, or preparation…? Hmm… The Golden King's thoughts were clear in his mind as he listened to Kakeru's statements.

"…" He was silent as he allowed for Kakeru to speak, merely absorbing the information of everything that was stated, contemplating the goblet of wine in his hand. He smirked as Kakeru stated that he needed to be 'mobile', but decided to not interrupt the train of thought. Ho, persuasion? The King thought to himself as he tilted his head as Kakeru's tone changed into one of charisma, before throwing in an expression that Kakeru just had to throw in. "My self-righteous ass, eh?" He asked, before laughing aloud before calming down as he relaxed, his smile turning almost… sad once more.

"… So you shall maintain the status quo." Was what Gilgamesh told him in reply as his arms folded behind his back, his feet stepping forwards. "That is fine. You will be able to maintain this throne, just as you are able to speak to me without a single flaw… other than, of course, your opinions leaking a bit due to the massive amount of perseverance you shove down your mental pipes…" He paused, now behind Kakeru's body, a gentle smile now on his expression. "Yes, you will do fine… but I can only say that much." The smile would then disappear, before the Golden King turned back to face the Aegian Knight.

"You say 'rulers'… but do you not mean wardens? For that is what I currently see yourself becoming. You want to move the race forwards, my Knight, but only forwards in time. You seek Restoration, not Enlightenment. Respect and trust are well deserved, and you will achieve that without doubt. That is the only thin I have to comment upon." His words continued, before his tone became serious, something which did not happen often.

"You are very, very predictable, Kakeru Leonhardt. Beware the confused intentions of others, and most of all beware your own power." He stated, before letting his arms drop to his sides. "When a man… or I suppose, woman, should come before you, with the ambition to go higher than your eyes can look at… you must be willing to allow that risk. That is the one request I leave for you. Do not stand in the way of righteous ambition… I am self-righteous, yes, but that is only due to the fact that my righteousness has become limited to myself once more. Someday, another will stand before you, though his righteousness will be placed in those who look up to him and put their faith in him.. Or her. … Teach them the power of your Order, but do not limit their vision. Simply place it in the right direction, so that with their powerful sight, instead of looking into the depths of Hell… they are, instead, guiding our people to the Heavens."

Gilgamesh's voice at last fell silent as he looked straight ahead. No longer would he look back at that throne. What he had told to Kakeru, there was no more reason to discuss. He would put his faith in that tiny outburst - the one with the nerve to call him a self-righteous ass - to be what would truly save their people. However, what they needed was not a savior - and this was the reason why Gilgamesh had spoken. Kakeru's position should not be one of Messiah. The King now, what this land needed, more than anything - that was teachers. Teachers and comrades, friends. The faces of Diarmuid, Alexander - they swam through the Golden King's mind as all he could do was let out that laugh with his perfect voice, one last time at the threshold of his castle, before his hands reached out into the daylight sky.

"And now… I AM ENTERTAINED! AHA, HA, HA!"

[[The Golden King of Heroes has Left the Thread]]