Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes-Chapter 58: The Sage Who Stole Wisdom from Heaven

Chapter 58: The Sage Who Stole Wisdom from Heaven
For Rowe, even though his goal had not been fulfilled to the last hair, he had already stepped into the territory of a dying man. And once you accept that truth, you are allowed a certain luxury.
Like doing whatever you want before the curtain falls.
“Mm… Rowe, you are not sleeping?”
A clear, soft voice drifted out from the inner room. Rowe lifted his head to see Enkidu walking over, still half lost in sleep.
She was not fully awake. Her long emerald hair had been mussed by a deep, honest rest, falling in airy, unruly strands over her shoulders. The plain white robe she wore hung loosely, sliding with her steps, exposing a stretch of pale, slender skin at the collar and the faint rise of her chest. Even the line of her waist and the curve of her hips showed through the fabric in the soft morning light.
She looked at him with quiet confusion, as if the world had decided to add a new riddle while she was dreaming.
“I cannot sleep,” Rowe said.
As she came closer, he reached out without thinking, smoothing her hair back into place and tugging her robe higher on her shoulders in the same natural motion. There was no embarrassment in it, only habit and care.
“Come on. We are going to see Gilgamesh.”
“We are not eating breakfast?” Enkidu blinked, still bewildered. Under Rowe’s gentle hand, she was docile as always, a faint blush rising on her delicate face.
“Not yet. There is something important we have to do first.”
Enkidu tilted her head. She genuinely did not understand.
The gods had been driven out. Their enemies were gone. What else could possibly be important enough to skip breakfast?
Still, she did not argue. She only gathered the corner of Rowe’s robe in her fingers and followed him out.
No matter what he did, she would follow.
No matter what he chose, she would support.
A moment later, they stepped into the palace.
Morning sunlight poured in through the high openings of the hall, catching on drifting dust like tiny nebulae. The enormous stone reliefs along the walls glowed softly, making the place feel less like a building and more like an altar meant for a living king.
Before they even reached the steps to the throne, a cold snort greeted them.
“To dump all affairs on this noble King, then go off to rest yourself. As a close retainer, that is grave disrespect.”
Gilgamesh sat above them on the throne, legs crossed, crimson eyes lowered in displeasure.
Nonsense. Anyone forced into endless work would be displeased.
Even more so when the true culprit strolled in looking leisurely, almost refreshed.
Who was the king here, anyway?
“The world is your courtyard, is it not?” Rowe’s mood was light today, and with that lightness came his old habit of poking bears. “You said it yourself. You cannot handle it already? No way, right?”
Gilgamesh’s face cooled. He was about to fire back when someone beside the throne dipped her head and spoke first.
“Lord Rowe. Lord Enkidu.”
“Good morning, Lady Siduri.” Rowe greeted her.
“Good morning, Lady Siduri!” Enkidu waved, her sleeves fluttering like petals.
Siduri, Uruk’s adjutant, was already dressed in an elegant gown with a light veil and a clay tablet in hand. She looked as composed as ever, even under the aftershocks of the age that had just ended.
Rowe and Enkidu took their seats, one on each side of the throne.
“So why are you not staying in your gloomy dog kennel, polluting this King’s magnificent hall?” Gilgamesh tossed the words at Rowe without looking away.
“Because I am here to save a certain Gilgamesh who only knows how to curse and boast.” Rowe sighed. “My child, when will you mature a little?”
“Arrogant wild dog…”
“Are you denying you are a child, or are you eager to be a puppy?”
With perfect consistency, Gilgamesh conceded defeat.
He shut his mouth.
Siduri noticed his expression was cold, but the snake red in his eyes had softened. There was warmth there now, the kind that appears only in the presence of someone you trust enough to bicker with.
She smiled faintly.
Then Rowe turned to her.
“Siduri, I need your help with a few things.”
Siduri paused, then bowed politely.
“Lord Rowe, please give your orders.”
“It is not an order.” Rowe shook his head. “I want to establish a system of officials, divide authority, and implement education.”
He let that hang for a breath, then looked at Gilgamesh.
“Do you not think it is too exhausting for you to handle everything alone? Then let us arrange people to help you.”
Gilgamesh straightened almost imperceptibly.
Siduri’s posture sharpened too.
They did not fully grasp Rowe’s blueprint yet, but they heard its weight.
Early civilization was still early. What drove it forward was not refined governance, but raw productivity and fear of the divine. The political structure of Uruk and the other city states had been primitive to the bone.
Everything came from the king.
The priests executed orders, because the king was also their head, and faith was the glue that held the city together. Politics, war, worship, all tangled in one hand.
In truth, Uruk had only one real official: Gilgamesh. Siduri was half of one. Everyone else were clerks carrying out the king’s will.
That was why Gilgamesh ground himself into dust every day.
But now the age of gods had ended.
The conditions for movement had finally ripened.
It was time to step beyond the primitive and into something sturdier.
After expelling the gods, the Sage advised the King.
He would elevate the wise among the people to govern the land.
He would create posts with fixed duties, so each person knew what they ruled and what they served.
All gods once had their domains and authorities.
Now humans would have theirs.
After driving the gods away, the Sage stole wisdom from heaven and gifted it to mankind.
And the young King accepted gladly.
“AHAHAHAHA… so that brain of yours, filled with nothing but foul language, can actually be useful in this way?” Gilgamesh burst into laughter. “Fine. This King will entrust it to you.”
“Rowe. This King’s friend.”
A wild dog when useless. A friend when needed.
Despicable, as usual.
Rowe shot him a sideways look, and at the same time a breeze drifted in from the open doors.
He coughed, lightly at first, then longer.
His body felt weaker than before.
That was fine.
Then he would make sure to do this well while he still could.
“Even if I am going to the Throne of Heroes to reclaim what is mine,” Rowe murmured, half to himself, “if I gain a little more along the way, that would not be bad either.”
Building official posts and clarifying responsibilities.
Back in his homeland, that was the kind of achievement people called laying the foundation for ten thousand generations.
If he truly accomplished it here, then the title Sage would not be a fluke.
It would be his name in history.
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