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Looking at Tiamat like this, Ian didn't feel afraid at all.

Or rather, it was this reaction that allowed him to confirm what he had realized.

The man used his limited magic power and projected a piece of ore.

"Tiamat, you should know what it is, right?"

"..."

“I know.” Tiamat nodded. “It’s something you humans rely on for survival—I remember it’s called iron ore.”

"Ah."

After Tiamat gave a definite answer, Ian used his magic again to transform it into a long sword, then an axe, and then a scimitar.

"You must have seen these weapons made of iron ore, right?"

"Of course I have."

Tiamat exhaled dragon's breath.

If Ian's previous behavior hadn't concerned her enough, she would have probably torn his body apart by now.

"This is what you're using to hurt my children."

"Of course I can't forget."

"But in fact—"

"If there is no so-called battle——"

As the man spoke, the ores that had been transformed into weapons gradually returned to their original form, and then continued to transform as if by magic.

By the time everything took shape, they had become relatively unfamiliar to Tiamat.

"What's this……"

The Summoner of the Sea of Life looked at the round object in front of him and became a little confused.

"pot."

Ian smiled.

“It can be used to cook food and fully satisfy people’s taste buds.”

"Of course, it can still be like this if you want."

As the man spoke these words, the pot made from the iron ore slowly turned into building materials.

"It would be perfect as the ground floor of a house."

These things should not have appeared in the era of Uruk.

but--

Enkidu seemed to have fully mastered this timeless technology, so naturally such an existence came into being.

"Tiamat."

"So-called weapons and tools are just a matter of thought."

"For ore, it's like this—"

The man's eyes fell on Tiamat.

"The same goes for Rahmu."

"Their fangs and claws should perhaps have been something more beautiful... Can you understand this?"

"..."

Tiamat's eyes changed a lot in an instant.

She whispered what Ian had just said, but her tone was filled with an indescribable shock.

"Rahmu... could it have been something more beautiful?"

"Are you saying I made them ugly?"

"No!"

"not like this!"

"You're lying!" Tiamat refuted Ian's words as if in a stress reaction, "How could my child be an ugly creature!"

"Furthermore, this is clearly their own 'evolution' of their own choosing. They chose to become this way!"

"not me."

"It's definitely not my problem."

"..."

Ian looked at Tiamat in front of him, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"I do want to admit that you are right, Tiamat."

"but--"

The man turned around and looked at the "image" that Tiamat had displayed as if to show off.

"Tiamat, take a good look—"

"So, is this so-called 'evolution' and 'perfection' really all that these Lahmu need?"

"If it is such a perfect state, such a flawless existence——"

"Why!"

"Why would we humans resist becoming like you?!"

"Wake up, Tiamat. Your children have only become what they are today by following your wishful thinking."

"..."

Ian's words were powerful.

It also explained Tiamat's previous doubts in an instant.

Why did Ishtar and Ereshkigal strongly oppose the emergence of the Sea of Life?

because--

This is not a flawless existence.

Why would a human being object to becoming Lahmu?

because--

This is the "ugliness" that they cannot accept or recognize.

and so……

Humanity will resist, reject, and deny the existence of Lahmu.

There is no such thing as perfect evolution.

The sea of life is actually a sea of destruction.

"Do not……"

"not like this……"

Tiamat roared hysterically.

"You are deceiving me."

"You foolish child, how dare you deceive your own mother!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Ahhhh——!"

As she spoke these words, Tiamat's claws began to grow again.

It looked like something between a dragon and a human.

"..."

Looking at Tiamat charging towards him, Ian did not take a step back, nor did he show any fear.

In stark contrast, he opened his arms and faced her attack directly.

Ten steps;

Three steps;

step.

In front of Ian, Tiamat stopped there as if she was under a spell of immobilization.

"Why don't you hide—"

"Because I know you won't hurt me."

"Tiamat."

Ian looked directly at her, his eyes becoming more compassionate.

At that moment, his and her identities seemed to have been swapped - the mother named man, and the child named mother.

"You...just want others to remember you, right?"

"As a mother, I will continue to live on this earth."

The man was completely enlightened at this moment.

It turns out that everything is cause and effect.

Because Uruk no longer worshipped the gods, Tiamat believed she had lost the "children" she depended on for survival;

And because he felt that he had lost his "children", a replacement, Rahm, appeared.

So--

Now that we have new "children", shouldn't we get rid of those "bad children" who didn't remember us and didn't affirm us?

Tiamat's idea was actually surprisingly simple.

Want to be remembered.

I want to be remembered by the people of this land.

Don't want to be exiled.

Don't want to be forgotten.

Such a simple idea led to a tragic outcome.

I want to prove my own existence, but I find that humans have already forgotten me.

then--

Anger came from the sky.

The sea of life is the starting point of everything and should also be the end point of everything.

"I'm sorry, Tiamat."

Ian walked up to her.

"No, I'd rather call you mother."

"I did something wrong."

"..."

Having said this, Tiamat was held in Ian's arms.

But at the moment of contact with the other party, the Creation Beast, which had seemed extremely ferocious just now, began to sob.

Then, she could no longer control her emotions and began to cry loudly.

Yes.

The man was absolutely right.

I just want to be remembered, nothing more.