The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ishtar roared as she looked at the cloths recommended by the female vendor.

In her imagination, these fabrics in her hands should be like the stars in the sky, which she can control at will.

But the opposite is true.

Yes.

Just as the land of Uruk did not welcome the sudden arrival of the gods, everything produced from this land seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dust, isolating itself from the gods' commands.

No matter what Ishtar did, they could not dance freely in front of the goddess Venus like loyal believers.

What awaited her seemed to be only the ultimate silence.

A pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

This was the first time Ishtar felt that her faith had become separate from her.

But now, she has no way to free up her hands to solve this problem.

It's about to end.

It's really over.

The competition is about to end!

The repeated emphasis made Ishtar as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

no solution anymore.

Since it is impossible to control these fabrics using divine means, then I will have to do it myself!

Just a little knitting!

How could it be possible that I could be so stumped? !

Ishtar regained her confidence and wanted to show her best side in front of Enkidu and Siduri, the side that was worthy of being married.

however……

Once again, things went beyond the Venus goddess's expectations.

Or should I say...

She thinks too highly of herself.

That's right.

The so-called weaving seems to be just a simple job of stitching needle and thread back and forth.

But that was said to those who had lived in Uruk for a long time and made a living from this kind of thing.

For laymen, especially those who have never been exposed to textiles, it is an extremely difficult task!

Not to mention that Ishtar was spoiled and admired since birth, so naturally she had no idea what to do.

"you……!!!!"

Ishtar struggled with the cloth in her hands.

She vowed that she must use her intelligence to solve this problem!

otherwise!

She is still considered a Venus goddess!

In the night of Uruk, the light of Venus was heard.

That is proof that a certain god is working tirelessly for something.

You probably felt something.

You gaze at the faintly shimmering light, lost in thought.

[Although, you do dislike Ishtar's somewhat picky and unreasonable personality.]

[But you can also feel the passion in her—it's not even a bit less brilliant than the radiance of Venus.]

【So……】

Is this really something worth denying?

[As the King of Uruk, you fell into deep thought.]

This is a tangled moment in human nature. Although you understand it, you are still inevitably caught in the vortex.

At dawn.

As the sun rises southeast of Uruk.

In the second game, it was time to settle the accounts successfully.

Deep in the palace where everyone had agreed to go, Siduri was showing off her "work", while Enkidu stood there with empty hands, smiling slightly, looking very happy.

"king--"

"This is the dress I knitted for you."

Siduri spoke respectfully.

Rather than applying for the position of wife, it would be more accurate to say that she was applying for the position of domestic helper.

"The time is too short, and it may make the king feel ugly, so please be patient and forgive me."

"..."

This is certainly not the case.

Although the time was short, the clothes that Siduri handed in were almost perfect "works".

If I have to say...

Perhaps the only pattern was one that could not be completely woven and had to be finished because time had run out.

But the merits outweigh the flaws. Siduri's works have already reached the best level that can be achieved within the scope of "human beings".

"Sidulli, this is already very good—your performance is even better than I could have imagined."

"I will cherish it."

Ian said this, and then a circle of light appeared and put Siduri's "work" in it.

"Let it rest in the treasury with my collection."

"..."

Siduri knew that this was a high level of praise.

She didn't say anything else, but nodded happily.

"It's my turn—"

Enkidu rushed directly to Ian's side, looked at his face, and spoke directly.

"Feel it?"

"..."

"Enkidu, did you change your clothes?" Ian immediately realized what the other party wanted to tell him.

"As expected of you, you felt it right away."

Enkidu smiled happily.

"My 'works' are the clothes I wear—quite original, aren't they? They suit you well, too."

"..."

Knowing that Enkidu was somewhat teasing him, Ian had a countermeasure.

"OK--"

“It’s really a very good ‘work’.”

"But if that happens, I'll have to take it off later—Enkidu, aren't you afraid?"

"not afraid."

Enkidu held Ian's shoulders.

"I--"

"I just like you like this."

"..."

Ian knew that he still lost - after all, Enkidu had completely integrated the concept of "liking" into his intellect.

No matter how you think about it, this is unbeatable.

only--

Before the king of Uruk could react to Enkidu's coquettishness,

The door of the room was pushed open at some point.

Ishtar showed her head and said with an embarrassed expression:

"that--"

"You win."

"I'm going back now. See you again if we're lucky..."

There was a snap.

The gate closed, as if Ishtar had never been there.

"..."

Looking at the closed door, Ian picked up Enkidu who was riding on him and put him aside.

"You guys, wait for me here."

"I'll be back soon."

933. Ishtar's Lover's Declaration / Secretly Weeping Venus (4k)

"..."

"..."

After hearing Ian's decision, Enkidu and Siduri looked at each other, and finally chose to remain silent tacitly.

Both of them chose to acquiesce to Ian's desire to find Ishtar.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Ian patted both of them on the shoulders gently, and then walked out of the room where the outcome was supposed to be decided alone.

As he looked at his receding figure, Enkidu began to speak in a low voice.

However, the person she was talking to at this moment was no longer Ian, but Siduri beside him.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Sidulli, you actually want to hear more praise from him, right?"

"..."

Siduri was silent for a long time, and then she smiled with relief.

"Enkidu."

"Love is not a shackle to bind someone, nor is it an act that allows you to do whatever you want."

"I believe in the king—at any time, I believe his decision is the most correct and reasonable."

"So, I won't stop the king from doing what he wants to do."

"So, do you understand?"

"..."

"I don't understand." Enkidu answered almost immediately.

“But I approve of your actions, Siduri.”