Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Gilgamesh finally managed to extract a few truthful words from this old liar, and he frowned, leaning back on his throne in deep thought.

Since the appearance of that blank Destiny Tablet, the originally clear lines of the future have all turned into a chaotic and indistinct fog.

In this war that determined the survival of the Sumerian civilization, both his and Merlin's "clairvoyance" seemed to have lost their corresponding function.

Without the advantage of foresight, every step must be carefully considered.

Gilgamesh fell into deep thought, a faint glint of light flickering in his eyes.

Just as the King of Heroes' brow furrowed with doubt, a lazy chuckle echoed through the hall.

"I heard that he crossed the Aibif Mountains and made a great sacrifice to the goddess of war in order to avenge his comrades."

"This feeling of uncertainty, perhaps, is because of—divine favor?"

Gilgamesh's expression gradually relaxed, and a pleasant smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh? That does sound like something that greedy goddess would do. That explains it."

"Don't you think so, Merlin?"

The white-haired nightmare smiled subtly and bowed slightly.

"The king acknowledges, permits, and bears the consequences of all choices."

"It's too much to ask a half-baked magician like me to make decisions."

"However, how could Uruk, which preserves the Sumerian flame, not tolerate a hero who risks his life to deliver battle reports?"

"A kind person... who comforted the child..."

As Merlin's voice lowered, Gilgamesh's expression became subtle.

"A good person? I never expected you, you old fox, to actually plead for him."

"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. Good people don't live long in this world."

However, a hint of mockery flickered in the white-haired succubus's eyes.

"I'm really heartbroken that someone took my role as a caring older brother."

Gilgamesh waved his hand casually, clearly not taking Merlin's earnest performance seriously.

"Get out of here! Bring in the soldiers waiting outside for the message right now!"

"That woman, Siduri, is getting more and more outrageous!"

The white-haired succubus nodded and retreated, only pausing slightly and whispering as it approached the door.

“Your Majesty, Siduri is also worried about your health. If necessary, please take a rest.”

Gilgamesh, who was picking up a clay tablet and continuing to review the report, raised his eyebrows slightly.

However, before he could even open his mouth to reprimand him, the slippery old swindler ran away, causing Gilgamesh, who had nowhere to vent his anger, to twitch his lips in frustration.

If it weren't wartime, such a slippery creature should be beheaded!

Chapter 46 I'm So Cute I'm Bleeding (Fourth Update)

Night falls inside the embassy.

Anna, with a conflicted expression, hung her head dejectedly. The dishes on the table, including her favorite butter cake in the center, failed to whet her appetite.

"What, still can't figure it out?"

Samael took off his apron, wiped the water off his hands, sat down in front of the purple-haired girl, served her a bowl of fruit soup, and asked her gently.

"Um…"

Anna raised her small face, her eyes filled with confusion and unease.

"Although I don't understand what kind of karmic entanglement you have with the Goddess of Warcraft, you insist on taking the responsibility for the killings she committed upon yourself."

"But the problem is, this is your idea, not Uruk's decision."

Samael put down the wooden spoon, placed one hand on Anna's thin shoulder, and pondered seriously.

Noticing that the child still seemed to only half understand, the ancient snake's eyes shone with a deep and wise light, so it decided to give Anna, who was stuck in a rut, a good talking-to.

"When the Goddess of Warcraft hunts humans, would you like to join in?"

"... "

Did you help her when she created the magical beasts?

"... "

"Did you provide her with information about where the humans are hiding?"

"... "

A few short questions left the goddess's juvenile form shaking its head in bewilderment.

"Look, there was no motive, no act of crime, and no connection as an accomplice. Why would Uruk blame a child like you?"

"I dare say that if King Gilgamesh really did that, the people would probably curse him to death behind his back!"

"This isn't helping, it's framing you!"

Samael shrugged and offered his analysis with a hint of sarcasm.

Annabelle bit her lower lip tightly, her expression shifting unpredictably, before finally blurting out the secret that had been stuck in her throat.

"But she is my future self! She is pure evil awakened from the river of fate!"

"But you are not her yet!"

Samael's expression turned serious, his tone solemn, and he then offered soft words of comfort.

“I’ve learned about special spirit possessions in Babylon. If the Goddess of the Beasts is a being summoned to destroy Uruk, and it’s connected to you.”

"So, she is just one possibility for your future growth, not a certainty!"

“Summoning, to put it simply, is when the spellcaster uses magic as a base to extract and combine information from human heroes, gods, and monsters from the infinite possibilities of the world that span the past and future.”

"Afterwards, they used magic to solidify it, shaping its body and manipulating it with binding spells to achieve their goal."

"This trick of turning the virtual into the real is nothing more than a tool created according to the spellcaster's will."

"If a knife injures someone, the responsibility can only be traced back to the person who wielded the knife. We can't hold the metal used to forge the knife responsible, can we?"

"So, by that logic, the blacksmith who hammered and tormented this piece of metal, and the world that led you to such a tragic future, are all guilty!"

"So, even if we insist on settling scores, it's not your place."

The ancient snake-like finger tapped Anna's little head, causing the purple-haired loli to wince in pain and clutch her head, snapping her out of her reverie.

That seems to make a lot of sense...

The little girl chewed over each word, and inexplicably felt a strange sense of guilt about herself.

Yes, it's the Gorgon who are persecuting Uruk, what does it have to do with me, Anna?

Seeing that he had largely confused the stubborn little girl, Samael immediately struck while the iron was hot, whispering and pondering.

"Do you know that King Gilgamesh was angry even though you clearly wanted to help?"

Anna stared wide-eyed at the screen, shaking her head in bewilderment.

"First, if the Goddess of Demonic Beasts were really that easy to deal with, Gilgamesh would have taken action himself long ago. Would it have been your turn?"

"Besides, if you could defeat that guy, would you have been lured back to Uruk by that old liar Merlin?"

"Therefore, you have to admit that it's very difficult for you to deal with the Goddess of Demonic Beasts on your own."

Samael conducted a rational analysis, while also taking a jab at Merlin.

After all, snakes hold grudges.

"Secondly, you've taken on a problem that you can't solve alone, and even threatened to eradicate the root of the entire disaster. How can King Gilgamesh believe you?"

Even if we assume he's willing to listen and believe us...

"And then? Send troops to help you storm the Blood Temple and kill the Goddess of the Beasts?"

"Even so, with insufficient intelligence, how confident are you of winning if you blindly enter that land of death that has swallowed up large swathes of northern cities?"

Samael's rapid-fire questions left the little girl, filled with self-reproach, blinking her bewildered eyes, her face full of confusion.

Unbeknownst to him, the ancient snake was somewhat stunned and couldn't help but blush.

Acting cute is shameful!

Timama Saigao!

Samael raised his hand to rub his somewhat stiff cheeks, silently reminding himself to reaffirm his beliefs and stance.

After briefly gathering his emotions, the ancient serpent offered a heartfelt explanation.

"As the King of Uruk, Gilgamesh is first and foremost responsible for the lives of the people of Uruk!"

"You're just an unknown outsider, what right do you have to demand that the people of Uruk take risks?"

"Even if you really have some connection with that goddess of monsters, he would never gamble the future of the entire Mesopotamian world because of your guilt and self-blame!"

Anna nodded thoughtfully, finally understanding why Gilgamesh had rejected her. At the same time, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and curse the old swindler who had tricked her into coming to Uruk.

Didn't they say that once they reached Uruk, they would have a way to solve the calamity caused by the goddess of monsters?

As a result, King Gilgamesh would not risk anything for her request.

So, were all the contracts Merlin made before blank?

"so what should I do?"

The purple-haired loli was a little disheveled, her eyes wide with a mesmerizing light as she looked pitifully at Samael.

The ancient snake raised its fingers and gently covered Anna's little head, rubbing it with extreme pleasure, its eyes almost narrowed into slits.

Ah, I feel it now, this is the head-patting move specifically for little girls, all fluffy and soft.

How delightful! How delightful!

After a moment, Samael reluctantly withdrew his hand, coughed twice, and spoke solemnly.

"The third storm sweeping across Mesopotamia is approaching; this is the fate that Uruk must bear."

"Even without the Goddess of Warcraft, other disasters would still occur."

"If you intend to get involved in this war that will determine the future of Uruk simply because of that pointless sense of guilt."

"Then you will be rejected by Gilgamesh no matter what."

Anna sat up straight, listening attentively, and nodded in agreement as she recalled Gilgamesh's reaction during the day.

"The fate of Uruk is decided by Uruk!"

"So, be prepared, integrate yourself into this community, and try to learn how to be an Uruk person."

"At that time, whether you are fighting for yourself or determined to defend this country, Gilgamesh will have no reason to stop you!"

Samael's gaze was deep, and his tone was solemn.

This resounding reminder made Anna's eyes sparkle, and an unusual radiance appeared on her little face. She couldn't help but wave her little fist in response.

"Ok!"

"You've figured it out? Let's eat then. The food's getting cold."

Samael couldn't resist stroking Anna's long, smooth hair again, and pointed with a smile at the food on the table.

With her mind at ease, Anna suddenly felt a rumbling in her stomach, her tummy growling and saliva constantly welling up in her mouth.

However, before the two could make a move, the head of a white-haired succubus sneaked out from outside the door.

"Dinner's ready? Everyone's been waiting for me?"

"Since we've arrived just in time, then we won't stand on ceremony."

Merlin, all smiles, barged in, sat down in an empty seat, and began to feast.

The moment this guy made his move, two figures simultaneously sprang up, wielding knives, forks, and spoons, and roared angrily.

"Merlin, die!"