Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Below, in the city streets not far away, a slender figure wearing a cloak breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, someone stepped in to help him, so it seems he's alright now.

"Ugh, I really don't understand—why did you have to come see that terrifying white dragon? Qiu—!" At this moment, a small figure with twin ponytails sneezed because of the biting cold wind of the night beside the black-robed figure. It was Rin.

Twin ponytails followed the swaying of her head as she complained, "They're clearly enemies! Aren't you the Lord of the Underworld? How can you care about the life and death of others—wait, that terrifying behemoth isn't someone you knew from your era, is it?"

Rin felt that the situation was really going too far.

She hadn't realized the problem when she summoned Ishtar before.

But as night fell, Ishtar's consciousness slumbered, and Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld and her sister goddess, awoke. Her golden hair was a change that even Rin could immediately notice, and she realized that the Heroic Spirit she had summoned was not one—but rather…

two?

To be precise, they are two goddesses, both of whom have their spirit origins residing in the same body.

What a thing!

This goddess of the underworld is easier to approach than Ishtar, but her demands are even more outrageous; she even brought her along late at night to inquire about the fate of the enemy.

At this moment, Ellie, her slender jade hands entwined with the golden strands of hair under her cloak, was absent-minded, her face flushed, and her eyes darting around as she stubbornly said, "Eh?! Eh?! No, no... I didn't care about him at all! He's not an acquaintance... we just have some connection, I've only heard about that person's story."

Seemingly lost in thought, she drifted into reminiscence.

Ereshkigal was silent for a moment, then murmured, "Once upon a time, there was a lonely goddess of the underworld who longed for the flowers of spring and for the lush, vibrant world on earth. However, the responsibilities that fate imposed on her forced her to remain forever in the dark underworld."

Yurin retorted directly, "The goddess you're talking about isn't you, is it?"

"No! No! It's...it's...it's a friend...that's right! A friend with some history!" Ereshkigal's face immediately turned bright red as she frantically waved her hands and explained!

Although she did feel somewhat lonely... in the underworld, no, that's not right. She wasn't lonely at all.

"I'm talking about the story of the Greek goddess of the underworld. Another goddess with a similar origin to me. Just as Ishtar and I are sister goddesses, we are sometimes seen as the same person in two forms, which is why we can descend in the same body. The Greek goddess of the underworld and the goddess of love over there have similar positions."

The Greek god of love?

The name Aphrodite immediately popped into Yurin's mind. She was actually related to the goddess of the underworld.

Well—if we're talking about a goddess in mythology who has some connection to her, there is indeed a story that even a child like her knows very well.

It seems to be a story of Cupid and Hades vying for the title of a hero named Adonis, who in spring—said to be the most shining star in Greece at the time—was the alias of Griffith, the strongest hero.

There were many struggles among the gods surrounding this hero. Even after he disappeared from mythology, the gods are said to have fallen apart and fought each other because of him, which led to the decline of the Greek pantheon.

"Listen carefully as I continue! The lonely goddess of the underworld, until one day, attracted a hero who brought peace to both nations and the land with a single arrow..."

"I know, I know!! An arrow that crossed the Pacific Ocean and reached the Mediterranean! The hero's name is Griffith!" Yurin's eyes lit up with excitement.

Regardless of the original Moon World, there's no reason why Ereshkigal of this world would possess the grown-up Rin; judging from their shared admiration for that legendary hero, the two are the same.

Just as Arash, the great hero of ancient Persia, shot an arrow that crossed the border and became a household name in Persia, even in later generations, many parents still name their children after this hero, hoping that their children will grow up to be such upright and courageous men.

As a Greek myth widely known around the world, especially in Western Europe, the legendary hero who could cross the ocean with a single arrow is naturally more widely known and admired by children.

At this time, the country was in the midst of a frenzied worship of foreign civilizations, not to mention its limited understanding of the great heroes of Greek mythology.

Seeing Yurin's excited expression, Ereshkigal felt a sense of pride, even though he didn't know her at all. He felt incredibly happy, as if someone's love for that person was a form of love for him.

"That's right—it's that great hero. His arrival brought life to the underworld, and also to the goddess of the underworld. With just one sentence, he won her heart."

At this point, Yurin already knew who Ereshkigal was referring to.

"!!! You, you, you're not talking about Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, are you?" Yurin's face immediately turned red.

Although it is described in mythology that Hades married her uncle as Zeus's daughter, it was only on the surface to put Zeus at ease. In reality, Hades never touched the goddess and treated her with utmost respect. There are even legends in unofficial histories that Hades personally guarded the gate for the two of them.

But—that's the dignified Queen of the Underworld! She only learned about this unedited, inappropriate mythological story by chance. Ha, is this a mythology that a child her age should be talking about?

Chapter 74 Even though she was also the mistress of the Underworld, yes, she... was quite envious!

Could the unofficial history be true? Did that goddess of the underworld really end up with the hero Griffith?!

Such a shocking story left Yurin blushing and even speechless, beginning to wonder and ponder: what if the goddess of the underworld really did that…?

The legend of Hades, the god of the underworld, guarding the gate is also...

No, that's impossible no matter how you look at it.

As an uncle and nominal husband, the king of the underworld did that kind of thing.

Hiss! Yurin shivered, feeling that Hades' image in her mind had become a little—well, subtle.

She quickly shook her head and changed the subject, asking, "So what exactly did he say?"

Ereshkigal was unusually excited, his gaze softened, and he said softly, "There is a flower in the underworld, and this is the only one!"

Yurin: "Huh?!!"

As for this version of the myth that I've never heard of before, after all, myths and legends don't record even the most detailed dialogues, and it's rare for events that happen in the underworld to have eyewitness accounts and be widely circulated.

Yurin was still a bit gossipy. What touching words did that person say to conquer the legendary Queen of the Underworld? But it was just eight simple words.

For a moment, Yurin was a little confused and bewildered: "What do you mean?"

I didn't understand...

? ? ?: "That sentence means that there is a flower in the underworld, and there is only one, which refers to the goddess of the underworld herself."

"The goddess of the underworld originally came from the earth, a descendant of the goddess of agriculture. In the past, she lived in a place where flowers bloomed. Unable to bear the darkness and loneliness of the underworld, she used her divine power to transform a garden full of flowers. But what is false is ultimately false. Orpheus, the son of Apollo, easily pointed this out, as did Griffith..."

who? !

Yurin and Ereshkigal instinctively turned their heads and saw a man with beautiful silver-white hair, as handsome as Apollo.

Adonis's appearance, resembling that of spring, though restrained, did not reveal any 'demonic charm,' but even before its enhancement, its external destructive power was enough to attract multiple gods, not to mention its immense inner essence, which constantly draws the entire world toward it.

Yes—the world is converging towards an individual, as if his very existence is the broader world, attracting all the tiny things that draw near to him.

Night had sensed that Achilles had finally arrived, so she came to the scene herself to see for herself, only to discover an unexpected presence.

Even though the robe concealed her true identity, to Ye, the disguise was as good as nothing.

At a glance, you can tell that it's almost identical to Rin Tohsaka after she grew up, except for the difference in hair and eye color.

Every day, Rin's Master from the old version, Reiko-kan Misaya, is with her. Misaya can still recognize the identities of the two people in front of her—young Rin and—little angel Ereshkigal.

At this moment, the night exuded a gentle and quiet aura, much like Griffith in his time as a bard—a beautiful and desirable quality.

That face from the Age of Gods, which had captivated countless heroes, goddesses, and maidens, possessed a beauty far ahead of its time. It seemed as if it emanated a faint, hazy moonlight, drawing people's hearts in. Yurin was instantly mesmerized.

Let alone Rin, even Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, was momentarily stunned!

'Adonis' symbolizes spring and plants, and is the strongest weapon against the underworld—especially the goddess—among all the pantheons.

Even the dignified Persephone couldn't resist that charm and forcibly rejected the love of the god of love.

Even without recognizing him at first glance, it was the hero he had been longing to see who had arrived.

But the night's power over Ellie remained undiminished. When she came to her senses, Ellie covered her face with her hands and frantically patted it as if she were about to collapse—"Wait, wait, you are... this charm that is more terrifying than that of a god."

She wasn't the type to judge a book by its cover, and she harbored a deep longing and affection for Adonis, the man who had once gently told the Queen of the Underworld, "There is a flower in the Underworld, but only one of its kind"...

In this situation, how could I have been staring at other people, at other strangers, and even felt a flutter in my heart, even if that feeling was only for a moment?

Ahhhhhh—!! Impossible, impossible…

Is she really just a superficial goddess who likes to judge by appearance?

But he does seem—quite handsome.

“Griffiths pointed out that falsehood is ultimately falsehood. No one who has witnessed the vibrant life and beauty of the earth would want to live in such a desolate and cold underworld. However—” Night continued, instantly attracting the attention of two girls, Yurin and Ereshkigal, who were just realizing how embarrassing they had just been and blushing with pride and shame.

"Facing the sorrowful Queen of the Underworld, he said: 'You must know—flowers are more beautiful when set off by green leaves. But in this underworld where even green leaves cannot grow, no color other than black and white is permitted, and that is why—'"

"In this black and white world, that beautiful scenery, that most beautiful flower, is especially attractive."

Upon hearing this, even Yurin fully understood.

So—that's how that line came about?

'In the underworld, there is a flower, and only one—it is you!'

Yes, I got goosebumps instantly.

Yurin was utterly shocked...

This perfectly timed development, and the sudden revelation of the true meaning, left the precocious young Rin, who already inherited the nation's wisdom, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

What woman could withstand that in that situation?! That's a truly deadly blow!

At this moment, Yurin even noticed that her own Servant—hearing this, was completely immersed in it, her shy expression suggesting she was imagining some kind of scenario, clearly like a silly woman in love.

Well, don't ask Rin how she knew these were signs of being in love. All I can say is that Ereshkigal's signs were so obvious that they were textbook examples of how to give away love so easily.

Even the most oblivious person, with even a slight understanding of love, can clearly sense the goddess's shyness.

A critical hit, a really bad critical hit—! It could even be said to break through defenses.

At this moment, Ereshkigal was completely immersed in that imagined world.

—It is precisely because she is also a goddess of the underworld that she can immerse herself in the story so deeply, especially given her similar circumstances to Persephone.

From the Age of Gods until now—in her countless moments of solitude, she had always fantasized—why was there no Adonis in her world, no arrival of a heroic soul?

Indeed—her world has a plant god… who was the husband the gods chose for Ishtar, though in reality, he wasn't Adonis either.

I don't know about other worlds, but in the mythological world where Ereshkigal lives, the plant god is not Ishtar's husband, but the plant god did die and fall into the underworld. Its original form was a golden sheep, which Ereshkigal simply left in the underworld as a mascot.

Not to mention—no one ever said those 'words' to her! Not even a single similar word.

Enviable—even—jealous!

They are both goddesses of the underworld, and both are mistresses of the underworld...

Chapter 75 Young Rin: I'll Fight Gold Pikachu! The coy Ereshkigal, and Tiamat catching her in the act.

"Wait, who are you?!" Yurin suddenly became alert.

Ereshkigal quickly reacted, summoning her melee weapon and assuming a fighting stance.

"This aura—and that somewhat subtle but powerful presence...you're a Servant too, aren't you? An ally or...an enemy?"

"Then it depends on your choices... Even though this Holy Grail War is a factional war, just as Ozymandias chose to stand on the other side, your will determines your stance." Night spoke casually, unconcerned by the two's wariness.

He didn't take these two little ones seriously at all; it wasn't arrogance, but the difference in their combat strength was simply too great...

Let alone Night's many trump cards, even in a simple comparison of numerical strength, the difference is evident from the fact that the three goddesses of Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia defeated Tiamat, who was self-sealed, as easily as scraping a finger.