Fate: Nameless Hero

The battle between gods and humanity—ended in victory!

Everyone was left utterly speechless.

This was the Age of the Gods' end in Uruk, a land ruled by overwhelming deities.

Far more dangerous than the previous video, "Divine Realm of the Round Table."

The enemies were gods.

The allies were gods.

And the final boss was a being beyond the gods—a Human Evil itself. It had looked completely hopeless.

And yet, they won.

As the video ended, countless viewers broke into cheers and celebrations:

GigglesThenShit-[Down with the tyranny of the gods—this world belongs to humanity now!]

IDigBigClock-[Nameless is too damn awesome! He even managed to win over Humanity's Evil! Truly worthy of the title: Grand Beauty!]

MonaLigmaBalls-[Wait, he told Tiamat she could come find him… don't tell me she's actually gonna show up in the real world?]

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"Eh? Isn't that the exact same line he said to you?"

Illya turned, stunned, to her best friend.

Back in "The Vow Beneath the Snow," at the end of the video, Nameless had said the exact same thing—

"Please forgive me… for this one last selfishness," Then sacrificed himself completely and disappeared.

Damn it—how many "one last times" is this guy going to have!?

What is he, the reincarnation of Heracles with twelve resurrections!?

Honestly, it seemed plausible.

Let's not forget—King Hassan had once taught him to abandon his Grand title in exchange for the ultimate assassination technique. The guy had even mastered a fragment of Grand Assassin's skills.

And now with Ereshkigal's ridiculous buffs, he could literally one-shot god-tier beasts.

Illya looked down at the Command Spells on her wrist and grew increasingly suspicious:

There's no way Shirou doesn't know Berserker!

Could the next video be him heading to a true age of myths—

The Greek Age of Gods?

If he learned Heracles' Twelve Labors from the man himself, that'd explain a lot.

Miyu sighed quietly:

"It's not exactly the same, but… it really is exactly the same."

That's the line her brother had spoken right before he vanished without a trace. Could he be about to sacrifice himself all over again?

But… Chaldea's only resolved two Singularities so far.

What about the rest?

The video reached its end.

It showed—

Nameless using the power Tiamat had given him—all of it—to nourish the world in return.

The ruined Singularity had been completely restored.

The people returned to peace and happiness.

Dr. Roman wiped tears from the corner of his mouth, doing his best to smile:

"Even at the cost of Nameless's fall, you've achieved true victory! Everything will return to normal!"

"Hey, hey! I'm the one who snatched the Grail back from a massive explosion! Shouldn't I get a thank-you or two?"

Merlin barged in, looking pleased with himself.

In his hand—Was the real Holy Grail, the one corrupted Ushiwakamaru had stolen and fed to Tiamat.

Mash gasped:

"Wow! Thank you so much!"

"Hehe, as long as I could be useful."

Merlin wore a smug grin.

Now that that bastard Nameless was gone, this was his chance to truly make his name shine across all of human history!

His deeds would be passed down forever with Chaldea!

Mash blinked in surprise:

"Wait—since when did you know swordsmanship?"

"That's easy. Aside from Nameless, I'm the one who taught King Arthur swordsmanship~" Merlin said proudly.

"After all, I'm not good with magic. If I chant too fast, I bite my tongue. Hitting people with a holy sword is just easier!"

"..."

Mash fell silent.

You Grand Caster-types… can you please use magic like normal mages for once!?

"..."

Dr. Roman looked down at his fist.

Back in the day, when he had all ten rings, he was basically the strongest Israeli boxer alive!

Yeah, these fists were way more useful than any magecraft!

Just then, an unexpected figure appeared—

Merlin stared in disbelief: "Quetzalcoatl?! Didn't you sacrifice yourself with a flying kick into the black mud?!"

That was a literal death kick. How are you still alive?!

"Hmph! I sprinted across the mud, and grabbed her before she fell completely!" Jaguar Man boasted proudly.

Everyone was even more confused.

That stuff corrodes anything it touches and turns you into a berserk blackened version of yourself—how did you run on it?

Do you have EX Rank Luck or something?

Quetzalcoatl just smiled warmly as she walked forward, step by step:

"Merlin, don't you think it's time I gave you a little gift?"

"W-What gift…?"

Merlin stiffened, taking a cautious step back.

"Obviously, a token of gratitude~!"

Her smile grew ever gentler.

And then—

She vanished in a flash of light, charging straight at the Flower Magus.

She reached him in a heartbeat, and with a furious roar, unleashed a devastating kick:

"You heartless jerk! GO DIE!!!"

BOOM!

Her foot landed squarely between Merlin's legs, sending him flying like a rocket.

He shot into the sky like a meteor:

"AAAAGH—Remember my glorious legacy! I shall return someday!!"

Countless male viewers watching this scene instinctively covered their lower regions—

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Crash!

As Nameless finally disappeared, the sky broke open into heavy rain.

The once-corrupted land was now slowly returning to life. This was the final gift Nameless and Tiamat left to Uruk.

Truly, the most beautiful moment of all.

"My friends, I already said my goodbyes. So—sing the song of victory and go home!"

The Heroic Spirit form of Gilgamesh stood there smiling.

"So, what do you think of my Uruk?"

"Thank you, King of Heroes. Uruk was truly incredible!" Mash answered without hesitation.

Her senpai was gone. She was all that remained.

But even if she stood alone—she would face everything with pride.

Buzz!

Golden ripples formed beside Gilgamesh. He reached in and pulled out a shining golden cup.

"Here. Since travelers leave with smiles, it is only fitting that the King of Heroes gifts them a fine local brew—Uruk's finest ale."

"Eh?! Are you serious?" Mash blinked in shock.

Because that ale was stored in—

The Great Cup of Uruk!

A cup brimming with magical energy, on par with the Holy Grail itself.

After Kingu stole the Grail to feed Tiamat, this was what Gil used to substitute as her heart.

She never imagined he'd just give it away to Chaldea!

"Hmph! This concerns the dignity of a king. Even if you can't drink, at least take the container!"

Gilgamesh snorted, "The Demonic Beast Front is over. Now go—stop the Incineration of Humanity and show me you're worthy!"

"Okay! Until we meet again!" Mash bowed in gratitude.

She and Quetzalcoatl left this world behind.

Rain poured from the sky.

Blanketing the earth in sorrow and cleansing.

Everyone had gone—only the King of Heroes remained, standing in the storm.

Flashes of memory flickered on screen—

Everyday moments with Nameless and Enkidu:

Their arguments, their battles, their struggles against gods.

That day, Nameless also burned everything he had to sever the link between gods and men.

That day, Enkidu became the Chains of Heaven, severing the connection between the heavens and the earth.

That day, the King of Heroes stood alone in the rain, watching them both vanish.

Gilgamesh screamed into the downpour:

"I said I would bear everything—not you, damn it! Come back here!!"

Once again!

Once again, that bastard had taken the burden onto himself!

After his heart-wrenching roar, Gilgamesh, too, began to fade.

He was in Heroic Spirit, after all—and Heroic Spirits return to the Throne.

The screen slowly darkened.

Lines of familiar narration began to scroll across—

[Singularity Restoration: "Absolute Demonic Front – Babylonia" — Complete.]

[The final embers of a kingdom's defiance have faded into the sands of time.]

[This is the story of a Nameless Heroic Spirit—but also a story for every one of us.]

[The dream continues.]

[To see what comes next—tune in for the next chapter!]

[A special epilogue will be uploaded three days from now. See you then!]

The screen faded to black.

The video ended.

But countless viewers still sat there, stunned, unable to move on.

After all, [Alaya] was the pinnacle of all cinematographers—

Everything captured in the video had truly happened. No editing tricks.

And using masterful cinematic composition, Alaya had crafted a story more moving than any human-made film.

To watch these videos was to say—

"Nothing was faked. It all really happened."

And that sheer authenticity… made it all the more immersive—and unforgettable.

As the screen stayed dark, the live comments kept rolling in:

BoobVenerate-[Wait, wasn't Nameless the last Master of Humanity? If he's dead, who's gonna deal with the rest of the Singularities? Mash alone??]

AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Easy. Just have a new Nameless inherit Gramps' Grand Assassin frame and slash the Demon King in one shot!]

BobUchiha-[Nameless is supposed to prove humanity can save itself. If he dies and gets replaced by Heroic Spirits, what's the point?]

HistorianWithWifi-[Imagine the Heroic Spirits charging in to fight the final boss, only to find twenty Emiyas already beating the crap outta him.]

…

"Wait, that's it?"

Kirina couldn't believe it either.

Nameless was supposed to be humanity's last Master—how could he just sacrifice himself? Was humanity doomed? Would the rest of the fight just be Heroic Spirits vs villains now?

"As if! If humanity was finished, would you still be here?"

Sanjiro rolled his eyes.

Like hell it was that simple.

Did they really think he could just casually solo the Demon King?

If it was that easy, would he have needed to sacrifice everything and reboot the planet?

Would he have had to vanish from everyone's memories and suffer the same fate as the exiled Tiamat?

This battle, despite involving a Beast of Humanity, was actually the easiest Singularity to solve.

Even easier than the Holy Round Table!

There was no need to sacrifice himself or trigger any summoning. All he needed was to win over the gods—get their help for the final battle.

That alone gave him the chance to speak directly with Tiamat.

And with how much she loved humanity, she would never destroy it.

Otherwise, why seal away 90% of her power?

And sure enough—

She chose to let go.

She let humanity banish her to the Imaginary Numbers Space, where she would suffer endless, eternal loneliness.

Sanjiro took the power she gifted him and used all of it to heal the damaged world.

Afterward, he returned straight to Chaldea.

Under Tiamat's gentle care, he wasn't even injured.

That endlessly gentle "Beast of Humanity" would never let him get hurt.

Even Dr. Roman's tearful scene was just him putting on a performance—bribed with a piece of strawberry cake.

And since Gil couldn't see behind the curtain, let him believe what he wanted.

Watching the lonely figure of Gilgamesh standing in the rain did make Sanjiro feel a little guilty…

But then he remembered that bastard still wanted to charge him 2.2 billion in debt!

Yeah, screw you. Keep standing there.

After all I did for you, and you still want to scam me?

I've got a shit ton of curses for you, man!

"...Fair enough."

Kirina smiled awkwardly.

Let's not forget—Heroic Spirits are born from human history. They live and die with humanity.

If all of humanity is wiped out—

Then the Heroic Spirits disappear too.

As humanity's last and only Master, Nameless was the absolute core that connected all Heroic Spirits.

There was no way he could just vanish like that.

At that moment—

The little cat hopped over and plopped itself down between Sanjiro's legs:

"Fou… Fou! (Get lost, he's mine!)"

It had seen the video too, and clearly recognized its own grand entrance.

It proudly lifted its little head like a king.

Kirina couldn't help but scoff:

"What's with the attitude? If you really were the Fou from that video, then I'm the Demon King!"

This bratty little cat refused to let her pet it even once—

And yet it strutted around her all day, acting all seductive but untouchable.

Such a tease! So frustrating!

Hearing that, Shikotei and Artoria both turned their eyes toward her.

That "Absolute Demonic Front" video…

Had confirmed their suspicions: The creature disguised as a cat was definitely the same Fou shown in the footage.

A being very likely tied to the Beasts of Humanity.

Which meant…

This little gremlin of a girl in front of them… could she be on the same level?

So after the final battle, what exactly happened?

Did Nameless really fail to destroy her because she became Gaia?

Was that why he had no choice but to cooperate with Alaya to keep watching over her?

But then…

Why did the Demon King turn into this form?

Could it be Alaya's twisted sense of humor that turned her into an adorable little loli?

Everything was shrouded in layers of mystery.

Clearly, these were the deepest secrets of the world.

Even they didn't dare question Sanjiro directly.

Let's not forget—

Every time a video was released, all characters involved regained their memories. If someone had truly evolved to Gaia's level through humanity's belief…

Just speaking their True Name would allow them to sense it.

It would be tantamount to assisting the apocalypse!

Compared to the two who is nervously pondering this—

Sanjiro, meanwhile, was staring at the final narration in the video.

Was it just his imagination—

Or was [Alaya] becoming more… human?

At first, it had just coldly uploaded the footage, then ended it with robotic precision.

Then came extra episodes.

Now there were even "nicknames" and emotional nuances in the credits. Alaya was just a collective human subconscious—could it actually take human form someday?

Sanjiro couldn't help cracking his knuckles.

If it really did become human—

Then he could finally pay back all the capitalist abuse it had thrown at him!

You better pray we never meet—because I'm gonna ruin your life!

But the real question right now was—what was this epilogue about?

Sanjiro fell into deep thought.

The previous Singularity's extra episode had been titled "The Demon King: Ars Goetia"—Told from the Lion King's perspective, it briefly revealed the true mastermind.

So this time…

Was the epilogue going to be about Tiamat?

Sanjiro suddenly felt a bit guilty.

He had promised Tiamat that after the final battle, he'd go keep her company in Imaginary Number Space.

…He may have kinda sorta… forgotten.

But could you really blame him?

After the final fight, he was erased from the world's memory, his Saint Graph shattered—he couldn't even break into Imaginary Number Space anymore!

On top of that, he had to "take care of"(keep an eye on) the apocalyptic brat.

He genuinely couldn't go!

But with how gentle and loving Tiamat was, surely she'd forgive him… right?

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The "Absolute Demonic Front" video had finished playing.

And all across the world, it had caused a massive stir. This was the ultimate battle between humanity and the gods.

The sheer power of the Beast of Humanity was enough to inspire despair.

Even Tiamat, who gave up resisting, was terrifying enough—Then how powerful must the Demon King be, who actually aimed to become Gaia?

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Assassin Headquarters

The sudden disappearance of Hassan of the Hundred Faces had already caused a ruckus.Everyone was seeking revenge.

He was one of the old men of the mountain—how could they just let that slide?

But then—

In the "Absolute Demonic Front" footage, the First Hassan, King Hassan himself, appeared once again!

Abandoning his Grand status, he delivered a single death-infused strike that gave Tiamat the concept of death.

That single moment had earned him countless diehard fans.

But for the likes of Hassan of the Cursed Arm, there was no joy in it.

Instead, his body trembled with dread.

And not just him—Shuten Hassan, Serenity, and others… all looked pale with fear.

Yes—fear.

And for a very simple reason.

King Hassan had left behind a chilling message:

"My face is the death of all. My blade is the judgment of Hassan. I am the Old Man of the Mountain of Old—slayer of all who bear the name Hassan. When the title of Hassan falls into corruption, I shall descend to judge them."

Which basically meant—

King Hassan only shows up to kill another Hassan.

To summon him, someone had to die first!

Who wouldn't be terrified?

The rest of the Hassans now practically worshipped him like a god—no one dared rebel.

Correction: no one even could fight back.

The man could slay literal gods with a single strike. Even if all 18 Hassans teamed up, they'd still get one-shotted!

Hassan of the Cursed Arm took a deep breath: "Nameless is the successor Lord Hassan favors most… I guess we have no choice but to let him be."

That guy had actually learned King Hassan's Grand Assassin Techniques.

Even they hadn't managed to do that!

"True enough. He's… quite an interesting man," Hassan of Serenity nodded.

All the other Hassans quickly followed with hurried nods of agreement.

Learning King Hassan's assassination techniques basically made him the new executioner of Hassans.

No wonder Hassan of the Hundred Faces, with all her clones, died instantly.

Rest in peace, Hassan of the Hundred Faces…

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Academy City – Principal's Office

Tamamo-no-Mae stared at the little loli in front of her with a strange look:

"So… this is why you look like that, huh."

That kick from the Feathered Serpent Goddess had been vicious.

One single hit, and Merlin had been launched into the sky—like a meteor.

Brutal—but beautiful!

Tamamo could relate deeply.

That bastard had tricked her once too—nearly got her turned into a fur coat!

And besides—Once she grew her sixth tail and finally overpowered Nameless to make him hers…

Tamamo planned to personally keep him on a tight leash. Otherwise, that damn seducer would just keep attracting more people with his absurd charm.

He was even scarier than she was!

Just look at "Absolute Demonic Front"—The guy conquered all three goddesses who initially wanted to destroy humanity!

And as a bonus, he charmed Jaguar Man and Ishtar too!

And finally—even Tiamat, the final boss, fell for him.

Only by winning her heart could he fix the Singularity so easily.

Truly deserving of the title: Grand Beauty.

But if he ever dared to keep flirting after becoming hers—

She already had a combo ready to go:

"Testicular torsion Kick!"

"Harem Delusion Judgement Punch!"

"Johnson Cutting Beam!"

Having a harem might be fine with the gods…

But not with her!

"He belongs to me and me alone!"

"Impossible!" Merry clutched herself in phantom pain.

Oh right—she didn't have a "down there" anymore.

But it still hurt just thinking about it!

That kick from the Feathered Serpent Goddess had been brutal—She'd nearly gotten turned into a pancake!

Tamamo-no-Mae smiled faintly:

"After the extra episode 'Flower of the Underworld', I've sensed the aura of those two sister goddesses reappearing in Academy City."

"Ooh, now that's gonna be fun to watch."

Merry perked right up at that.

After all, Rin Tohsaka living in Academy City was a perfect divine vessel.

Whether it was Ishtar or Ereshkigal, either could descend into the world through her. With two goddesses on the loose, Nameless was guaranteed to have a bad time.

All they had to do was sit back, eat popcorn, and maybe throw some fuel on the fire.

"Could it be… the age of gods is returning?"

Tamamo-no-Mae looked into the distance thoughtfully.

With each new tail she regrew, the world seemed to grow more and more unstable.

Why was Alaya releasing so many of these videos?

Could there be some new, world-ending disaster on the horizon?

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United States – A Top-Secret Underground Facility

Inside an enormous war room—sealed from the world—

Twelve thrones encircled a massive round table.

And upon each sat a terrifying presence, radiating divine energy that made lesser beings tremble.

These were the Council of Gods.

A century ago, they had unearthed an unbelievable inheritance from South America: The sacred relics left behind by the Greek pantheon.(The math aint mathing -_-)

Long ago—over ten thousand years ago—these alien mechanical gods had come to Earth…

However, a powerful anomaly—humanity itself—stood in defiance of their logic-driven rule.

To adapt, the Machine Gods embedded themselves within the cultural consciousness of a budding civilization: ancient Greece.

Through this fusion, they assumed the forms of the Greek Olympians—Zeus, Poseidon, Athena, and the others—not as metaphysical deities, but as technological god-kings cloaked in myth.

By discovering those discarded godly vessels, America triggered a new era—One where they rose to become the true rulers of Earth.

On a vast projection screen before them, the video "Absolute Demonic Front" played silently.

Each deity-level figure watched with a cold, calculating gaze.

The Alaya exposure videos were too disruptive.

A Nameless Heroic Spirit who wasn't supposed to exist could break all their carefully laid plans.

The Goddess of Wisdom, inheritor of Athena's powers, finally spoke:

"After this video aired, South America registered a surge in energy… likely from the Feathered Serpent God."

The room instantly stirred with unrest.

Quetzalcoatl—the Aztec god of life, rain, wind, harvest, and even partial solar authority.

As stated in the Sacred Round Table video, the Lion King had made one thing clear:

Most gods were born from human belief.

Without humanity, gods would disappear.

And these twelve in the room?

They hadn't exactly been saints in their rise to power.

Which meant—Quetzalcoatl was guaranteed to be their enemy.

The Goddess of Wisdom continued:

"We've also detected signals of the underworld near Uruk. The two divine sisters in the video—Ishtar and Ereshkigal—seem poised to return."

"Hmph! Just some backwater tribal gods. Not worth worrying about!" The God of War waved dismissively.

"We'll beat them first, then think about the consequences!"

No one even blinked.

Ever since they inherited divine power, their personalities had slowly warped to match the deities they embodied.

It was irreversible.

The radiant Sun God smiled:

"I propose we eliminate Quetzalcoatl first. That'll let me absorb more solar authority."

The Sun was the core of godhood across nearly every culture:

Greek Apollo.

Egyptian Ra.

Japanese Amaterasu.

Nearly every pantheon had a sun deity.

And in the era of Heroic Spirits—The fastest way to grow stronger was to consume rival divine authorities.

"Table it for now," the King of Gods—bearing the power of Zeus—said coolly.

He had grown instinctively wary of others gaining too much power. There was no way he'd let a rival soar unchecked.

The Goddess of Wisdom nodded:

"Based on the Hundred-Faced Hassan's test, that Nameless Heroic Spirit's Saint Graph is broken.He's crippled—not a threat to us."

That assassin had just been their lab rat.

Sent to probe Nameless and the First Emperor.

And the results? Quite satisfactory.

The King of Gods nodded.

"Our main objective remains the same: capture Illya, who can summon Heracles, and Miyu, who may be a Holy Grail. Now add one more—capture the Nameless Heroic Spirit."

To achieve mechanical transcendence and become true Machine Gods, they needed more data on divine systems.

And who better than Nameless?

"Haha! That broken-down hero is no match for us!"

The God of War cackled.

"Unless that so-called Humanity's Evil, Tiamat, crawls out of the Imaginary Number Space to protect him!"

Thanks to guidance from a terrifying South American being—they had grown stronger than ever, now rivaling true gods.

Nameless and the First Emperor?

Powerless to stop them.

Unless…

That woman—the one who surpassed even divinity—returned.

As for Nameless's legacy as humanity's savior?

Please.

They weren't even human anymore.

Why bother caring about humanity's legacy?

They were on the cusp of godhood—of true rule over mankind.

"Indeed." The Sun God nodded.

Tiamat had been personally banished to the Imaginary Number Space by Nameless. There's no way he'd go crawling back to her.

Besides—

The Imaginary Number Space has no time, no space, no life. Not even gods could enter without losing their minds.

No way a crippled Nameless could reach her.

The Goddess of Wisdom gave one last warning:

"That being sleeping beneath South America is awakening. The Demon King may have fused with Gaia and never actually died. We don't have much time left."

That presence was far beyond any known god.

A terrifying cosmic invader.

It was around the time of its awakening that Alaya began releasing the exposure videos.

Coincidence? Unlikely.

Everything was connected.

"So we need to hurry up!" The God of War stood, eager.

"Let me go find Nameless!"

He was obsessed with combat.

Didn't even care if he won—just wanted a worthy fight.

The King of Gods' eyes sharpened:

"Very well. Begin the divine vote."

Swish—Swish—Swish—

One by one, hands were raised.

Spotlights locked onto each member.

The resolution passed instantly.

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Meanwhile, far across the ocean, in Fuyuki City—

Inside a grand hall, the massive screen dimmed—

Signaling the end of the nearly feature-length video.

All the Heroic Spirits who had gathered were silent. They had just witnessed an epic unlike anything before.

Mordred glanced at the First Emperor seated at the head of the room, then turned to Gilgamesh:

"Hey… Why'd you give up on Immortality?"

This guy had chased eternal life just as obsessively as the First Emperor, especially after Nameless and Enkidu fell.

So why give up so easily?

"Hmph. Treasure hunting is this king's hobby. Immortality Herb? Just another rare collectible. If I truly sought eternal life, I wouldn't need such a trivial thing."

Gilgamesh's gaze shifted to the version of himself on screen—drenched in rain.

And his mood soured.

My dear friend… Why do you always leap ahead of me? It should be me bearing the weight of the world.

He owed that man so much.

Even if he handed over every artifact in the Gate of Babylon, it still wouldn't repay the countless times Nameless had sacrificed himself.

Was the only option left… giving himself?

No, that was out of the question!

He was the one and only King of Heroes—no sharing!

But that damn friend of his…

Had a charm that surpassed even Tamamo-no-Mae. The man had literally seduced gods and goddesses alike.

Even the Mother of Creation fell for him.

Absolutely ridiculous.

But that's for later.

Right now, there was one thing that needed doing—

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes swept the crowd of Heroic Spirits—

A wide grin spreading across his face.

Let's not forget…

These people had come expecting to see him exposed and humiliated—

To laugh at his "dark past."

But now?

They'd all been slapped in the face.

That wasn't a shameful memory—

It was the King's greatest moment.

"Come on, keep playing the music, keep dancing!"

Gilgamesh looked at the silent Heroic Spirits, his smile growing more and more delighted:

"Hahaha, this king has always wanted to see that expression on your faces! That look of jealousy—yes, exactly that!"