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"What's this……"

"It's my Uruk, the weapon I use to fight back against the gods."

"It was used to retaliate against the arrows shot by the gods before—" Ian said as he walked to the side of the crossbow and gently stroked its surface.

"Now, it seems that there is even the intention to shoot into the sky."

"..."

Ereshkigal sensed a deeper meaning in Ian's words.

"So, what are you trying to explain by showing me this?"

"Hahaha, nothing—"

Ian turned around and looked at Ereshkigal in front of him.

"I simply wish to allow beings like you who have come here to see some of Uruk's will."

"Finally here——"

"In front of this king, the uninvited god."

926. Elle's Morality Test Plan/The King's Burden in Uruk (4k)

"..."

At that moment, Ereshkigal thought he had misheard.

"You, what are you talking about?"

The goddess of the underworld looked at the king of Uruk in front of her and gave a slightly awkward smile.

"How could I be a god?"

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Ian laughed.

"You know clearly in your heart, right? To me, the difference between 'God' and 'Man' is very clear."

"I should say that from the moment you appeared before me... no, I should say from the moment you set foot in Uruk, I have noticed something unusual about you."

"Um……"

"Ellie, what should I really call you?"

Ian looked at her beside him and said seriously.

"My king, I want to know the answer to this question."

The man spoke with great authority, as if he was the god who had come to Uruk, and Ereshkigal in front of him was the king of Uruk who was being "interrogated."

"Ah."

Now that things had come to this, Ereshkigal no longer concealed anything.

"You are indeed not simple—"

The goddess of the underworld looked at the man in front of her and gave him an extremely high evaluation.

"So, aren't you afraid I might do something?"

"King of Uruk, you should know that for me, destroying Uruk may only take a moment."

"You... actually dare to speak to me in this tone."

"Ereshkigal, this is my name, and perhaps it will be the last name you will know in this world."

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Ian laughed again.

"This kind of intimidation is meaningless to me because I know you won't do it, and you won't allow yourself to do it."

"Otherwise, there would have been rivers of blood along the way."

"But anyway—"

"This king senses that you are not the same as those guys."

"How about it?"

Ian held out his hand.

"Want to hear more stories from Uruk?"

"..."

To be honest, if it were any other time, if there was any mortal who dared to reach out to me like this and act like a complete equal.

Ereshkigal swore that he would completely wipe out the person who did this and would never allow him to enter his underworld.

But the man in front of him was different.

He was at the top of the Uruk throne, the one who conquered the two rivers.

Although it is still a little humble compared to himself, it is also very different from ordinary human beings.

At least……

Let's just acknowledge this friendship for now.

"I understand."

"If that's the case—"

Ereshkigal held Ian's hand and puffed out his chest as if to declare that he was more powerful.

"Then let me see your so-called story?"

You become Ereshkigal's "tour guide."

[This is humanity's oldest conversation, between the king and the gods.]

After refusing to offer Uruk's harvest to the gods, you should have refused any further visits from the gods to Uruk—after all, that would have been an act of going back on your word.

【but……】

You can clearly sense that the goddess calling herself Ereshkigal is different from those gods.

[Will this be a new starting point for humans and gods?]

[You can't help but feel a little curious.]

On the streets of Uruk.

Because his daily performance is already commendable enough, whenever someone notices Ian, they will call him respectfully and sincerely.

Who wouldn't love a king who can feed them and allow them to live and work in peace and contentment?

Although Ian still has some kingly airs, he will respond to the love from the people one by one - he knows that this is the source of his strength and the cornerstone of his resistance to God.

"..."

“It’s incredible.”

Ereshkigal, whose identity was exposed, looked at the people coming and going and sighed.

"Everyone who sees someone like me around you respects and blesses you instead of thinking you're wasting your time?"

"You, what did you do?"

"I can answer your question," Ian said without turning around. "But—before that, Ereshkigal, shouldn't you tell me where you're from?"

"..."

Ereshkigal pondered for a moment, then gave up trying to hide it.

To her, this was not a secret worth protecting—at least not now. Besides, she really wanted to know what kind of emotions the man in front of her would show if she told him the thing that humans feared most.

"I am the goddess of the underworld. The death of all living things is controlled by me—"

"Including you, understand?"

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Ian laughed again.

"Ereshkigal, are you warning me to be mindful of your identity?"

"more or less."

Ereshkigal folded his arms across his chest.

"Death, isn't that what you fear?"

"rational."

"However, my attitude will not change." Ian's words were as direct as ever, and it was obvious that he had not changed his mind because of Ereshkigal's self-exposure of his identity.

"Whether you change it or not, that's your business."

Ereshkigal nudged Ian with his elbow.

"But at least tell me why aren't people surprised to see me by your side? Is it possible that a goddess like me is already a no-brainer for them and you?"

"Oh, you think you should be watched all the time, right?"

Ian took Ereshkigal's hand without hesitation, as if it belonged to him.

"Come with me."

"The answer is right in front of you."

"..."

Ereshkigal's face flushed slightly.

This was the first time in all these years that a human had dared to hold his hand like this.

To know--

In this land, one's own name represents death.

One's own body is the boundary of death.

So now...

Doesn't this mean that he doesn't care about death at all?

Is it really that amazing...

Ereshkigal, with a touch of divine warmth, then acquiesced that he could hold her hand.

"I hope you can really give me an answer."

[Ereshkigal condoned your actions.]

[For this god, this may already be the ultimate concession.]

【certainly. 】

[You actually don’t know that you have already held the hand of “death” invisibly.]

But you know one thing—the answer really lies in Urukri.

The bazaar of Uruk.

As a place intentionally designed by Ian, this is where Uruk has the strongest business atmosphere.

People brought some items of equal value and exchanged them. Occasionally, when there was an inequality in value, they would hand it over to the people Ian had arranged here in advance, and use some small items prepared as temporary "substitutes".

When suitable products are available later, I will come back to make up the difference.

of course.

Because of this nature, this is also the most prosperous place in Uruk.

It's an atmosphere that makes people want to participate just by looking at it.

only--

For Ereshkigal, this situation seemed somewhat puzzling to the human world.