The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Although he was ready to give it a try on behalf of his sister Ishtar, if a god like himself were to be in a place like this...

No.

No matter how you think about it, it's inappropriate, right?

At the very least, it should be a place that is worthy of receiving guests, right?

"I said--!"

Ereshkigal looked at the King of Uruk beside him and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"Although I was the one who suggested doing this, but... you wouldn't treat me like this, right?"

"After all, I am the ruler of the underworld. Do you really look down on me so much?"

"This king does not look down on you."

Ian answered without hesitation, as if he had anticipated Ereshkigal's complaint.

"on the contrary--"

"I am now receiving you with the highest etiquette in Uruk."

"The highest etiquette...?"

When Ereshkigal heard this, he thought he was having some kind of illusion and was mistaking everything around him.

But she soon realized she was mistaken.

This is what he calls "the highest etiquette."

"Are you kidding me?!" Ereshkigal was a little annoyed.

If I felt a little guilty towards Uruk and him because of my sudden visit before, now it's the other way around.

"Is the highest etiquette to bring me to a place like this?!"

"You, look down on me a little bit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ereshkigal stopped there.

Because she saw the look in Ian's eyes when he looked at her - it was a look of regret, like the attitude of a gem appreciation expert seeing a person who regarded gems as meaningless things.

Ereshkigal reacted almost instantly.

"Wait a moment."

"Is it possible..."

Ereshkigal looked at the ground beneath his feet.

The best clay in all of Uruk was used to shape this building.

"Is there anything special about this place?"

"Hahahaha——!" Ian burst into laughter.

"You do have some ability to think, Ereshkigal."

"Indeed, there are only three people, including you, who can stand beside me like this and freely criticize me."

"If this is not considered the highest etiquette for you, then perhaps this king really has no other choice."

"Wha, what?"

Your words clearly touched Ereshkigal.

[She looked at the ground beneath her feet, lost in thought.]

[Instantly, the underworld goddess's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.]

You know, she was thinking of something.

“So that’s how it is—”

Ereshkigal smiled.

"You...does this count as an acknowledgement of my status?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I, the king, am not qualified to acknowledge such a thing—Ereshkigal, just as you are not qualified to acknowledge my Uruk."

"There is no distinction between you and me. You have your underworld, and I have my own human world."

"So what does this mean?"

Ereshkigal put his hands on his hips.

She felt that she was increasingly unable to understand what the man in front of her was thinking - first he exposed her identity as a goddess, and then at this moment that required pleasure between men and women, he brought her to a place that had extraordinary significance for Uruk.

What is he...thinking about?

Ereshkigal's doubts did not last long.

Because Ian quickly replied:

"It's a sign of respect for you, Ereshkigal."

"Just like how you have not committed any crime since arriving in my kingdom's Uruk, nor have you acted recklessly because of your status."

"This king approves of your behavior, so he chose to let you come here."

"Yo."

Ereshkigal raised an eyebrow.

"So, according to you, I should thank you, right?"

"Thank you for bringing me to a place like this?"

"Not now." Ian smiled, "But later on, there will be a time when you want to do this."

"three."

"two."

"one."

Ereshkigal was still wondering what Ian was counting down to, but the next moment, he understood everything.

The originally dark and boundless night sky began to change after the king of Uruk counted down like this.

There were streaks of white light that kept passing across the horizon.

The black night canvas is dyed with strips of brilliant colors.

People came out of their houses one after another, looked up at the sky, and exclaimed in amazement.

Ian would also turn around and look at Ereshkigal, who had already been attracted by such a beautiful scene, and said softly:

"Like it?"

"This king arranged this shooting star especially for you."

[Ereshkigal had no idea you would come up with such an "arrangement."]

[She had never experienced sex before, so this scene naturally shocked her.]

【Yes. 】

She was genuinely moved.

"No, you..."

Watching the light slipping from his eyes again and again, Ereshkigal's face flushed slightly.

If she was a little angry just now, now she only felt inexplicable happiness.

This scene, which had never been seen in the underworld, was now "arranged" by the man in front of him.

"Is this really arranged for me?"

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Ian laughed.

"Of course this is impossible."

"This king does not have the power to drive the stars."

"But... you are indeed lucky. You happened to visit when I observed this kind of thing."

"Then, I suppose this is perhaps Uruk's way of welcoming you?"

"..."

Ereshkigal calmed down a bit, and then he also laughed.

"is it?"

"I really didn't expect this to happen."

"But...it's not bad."

"But if that's the case—"

The goddess of the underworld looked at the King of Uruk beside her in the sky where meteors were streaking across, and then continued to ask.

"You still haven't answered my question. Do you have such intentions?"

"I've said this much, don't you understand what I mean?"

"..."

Looking at Ereshkigal, who was standing in front of him with his hands on his waist and a serious expression, Ian was silent for a moment and then spoke directly.

"Then my intention should be clear. It is impossible to establish a close connection with a god again, or even to the point of losing one's virginity."

"..."

Ereshkigal was not surprised by this answer.

Or rather, for her, this was the answer she deserved.

But in the next second, the man's behavior made the goddess of the underworld feel a hint of burning flame.

He took her hand and walked to the edge of the top of the Uruk Palace.

In order to take safety into consideration as much as possible, there are naturally guardrails here.

"Ereshkigal, can you hold this?" the King of Uruk said, pointing to the guardrail.

"..."

Although she didn't understand what Ian meant, Ereshkigal hesitated for a moment and then did as he asked - she also wanted to know what other tricks this man had.

But the next moment, she understood it all.

Because Ian didn't know the time and had already grabbed her twin ponytails.

It was a feeling somewhat similar to riding a horse, except that Ereshkigal felt like he was the horse.

"What are you..."

"Ereshkigal, bow your head."

"..."

Although she felt that this action was indeed not right, Ereshkigal still did it - because she could feel that the wish she prayed to Ian was gradually becoming a reality.

Just a little movement, and your wish will come true.

"you……"

Ereshkigal felt her twintails being pulled tightly, and her heartbeat quickened.

"Didn't we agree that this wouldn't happen?"

"That means you can't marry her."

"but--"

Ian said softly as he looked at Ereshkigal who had done exactly what he wanted.

"If we're friends, then it's fine."

"However, Ereshkigal, I must remind you—although no one will notice us here, if you get too excited later, things will be very different."