Moon World Can't Be a Love Game

"Can you listen to me first..."

Saron was about to persuade, but saw Gilgamesh and Ishtar frowned at the same time, staring at his arm with ugly expressions.

What's good about it?

Can they both be taken care of?

Saron raised his arm and turned it back and forth. Sure enough, a wound left before was opened just now, exuding some bright red blood stains.

With injuries of this magnitude, he usually doesn't bother to look at it, and he will heal himself after a while.But seeing that Gilgamesh and Ishtar were both concerned, Saron still explained:

"Small problem, you can get better after a good night's sleep, don't worry about it."

"Idiot, don't be brave if you're injured."

Gilgamesh scolded Saron, put away the seal of divine authority in his hand, sat down against the throne behind him, and said to Ishtar:

"Since it was strongly requested by Saron, this king reluctantly allowed you to return. I hope you can reflect on it and stop causing trouble for this king."

"Why should I reflect on it!?"

Ishtar took two steps forward and glared angrily at Gilgamesh, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't speak.

"Besides, Uruk was originally mine, I just came back from a vacation, why do I need your approval!"

"Huh? Leaving Uruk, who was in danger, and went on vacation. What's the use of keeping such a god? It's natural for this king to expel you."

"Fire? What a joke! I'm the master of Uruk! I'll fire you megalomaniac if you want to fire!"

Ishtar and Gilgamesh became more and more arguing, as if talking about comic dialogue, and Saron just stood there foolishly trying to interject and couldn't find a chance.

Somebody make them stop...

In Saron's expectation, the savior finally came.

"King Gilgamesh, Lord Ishtar, please stop here!"

Siduri hurriedly walked into the hall and spoke to stop the quarrel between the two.

She was arranging for someone to clean up the bedroom for Ishtar, and happily welcomed the return of the city god, but Ishtar suddenly left her trouble of running to Gilgamesh.

"In any case, the city god can return, this is the blessing of our Uruk, please stop arguing."

"Hmph, the chief priest has spoken, then the king will not care about you, Ishtar, have you heard?"

"Well...Since it was Siduri who begged me to mercifully bypass you, I had no choice but to agree. But don't think I'm afraid of you!"

In all of Mesopotamia, only Siduri could do this.

Gilgamesh and Ishtar reined in their toughness and died one after another. Although their attitudes were still stiff, they were much better than before.

Ishtar was reluctant to stay in front of Gilgamesh, and said to Siduri, "Let's go, Siduri, and continue to clean up my bedroom!"

"Come with me, Lord Ishtar."

Siduri led Ishtar away, and gave Saron a fiery look before walking out of the hall.

As a priest, the return of the city god Ishtar is simply the best gift for her.

Saron watched Ishtar and Siduri leave with a smile, and when he turned around, he saw Gilgamesh's playful smile.

"You are in danger, Saron. Ishtar is not as talkative as Siduri."

"...Can't you just be concerned about business?"

Saron shook his head with a wry smile, of course he knew the danger, no matter how deeply affected by Rin's personality, Ishtar was still the goddess of war who had a terrifying possessiveness and would throw Gugalan out of harm's way because of the failure of courtship. .

But the problem is-

"The only power we can use now is this. Whether it is Ishtar's magic ability or Gugalana's combat power, it is urgently needed. Other things will be discussed after surviving."

The big deal is to cut himself into pieces and divide them up after winning... Saron quietly added in his heart, he still knows his situation quite well.

"...Thank you for your hard work. How is your injury? If the impact is serious, you can rest for two more days. There is enough time."

Gilgamesh's voice was low, and he cared about Saron rarely in ten thousand years.

"Tsk..."

But Saron showed a very disgusting expression and took a half step back. He was almost used to being sprayed. Gilgamesh's sudden good-natured voice made him a little sick.

"Miscellaneous! Answer this king's question!"

Gilgamesh was so annoyed by Saron that he clenched his fist and hammered it on the armrest of the throne, and in an instant he turned back to the arrogant king.

This is much better...Saron nodded inwardly, and after a moment of consideration, he nodded and said:

"It's okay, and..."

"And what?"

The sudden pause made Gilgamesh very displeased and frowned.

Saron hesitated for a while, but still didn't mention Enkidu's name, even the three words "fake goods" were useless, but used "that person" to refer to——

"That person, who liberated the Noble Phantasm, is Nammu Duranki (mother, may the voice of origin be called)."

"...That's it."

Gilgamesh sighed, as if spitting out all the emotions squeezed in his heart, and then slowly shook his head.

"It seems that there is no need to meet again."

Chapter 33 The secret to favorability is to match what you like

Saw it.

This is what Saron read from Gilgamesh's words.

It was just that it was difficult for him to understand the strange emotion of "The world is full of miscellaneous practitioners, and only En Qidu understands me", so he didn't say anything, nodded and left.

His Highness in the council hall had long lined up for a long time, and he and Ishtar only took up a moment of time, and the government affairs that needed Gilgamesh to deal with were piled up with the naked eye.

This is the choice Gilgamesh has made, choosing to carry the existence of mankind on his own.

"It's so lonely and arrogant..."

"Moo~moo~"

It was just a casual sigh, but I didn't expect to get a response.

Saron turned his head to the side, and was surprised to find that Gugalana was still lying on his shoulders. Although it had a solid body, it was almost weightless like air.

"Hey, I thought you followed Ishtar."

"Moo~moo~"

"I don't understand what you're talking about... It seems that Enqi has the ability to hear the voices of all things, right?"

"Moo?"

Gu Galana suddenly heard Enkidu's name, and vaguely felt that it was a name that had something to do with it.

"You don't want to know more..."

Saron shook his head and laughed, reached out and poked its horns, thinking of another cute creature in Uruk at this time, and had an idea of ​​where to go next.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find your friends, and by the way, see how Gu Dazi and the others are doing these two days."

"Moo?"

"Haha, you'll find out later."

Saron smiled, judged the direction, and then headed towards the Chaldean embassy.

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As the sun went down, Gu Dazi, Matthew and Anna were having dinner in the Chaldean embassy.

"Don't Merlin know how to help?"

Anna put down a plate of mutton on the table, and looked coldly at Merlin, who was sitting at the dining table like an uncle, sipping wine.

"Ahaha, I'm not good at this kind of things, so I won't cause trouble for you!"

"Merlin is useless at all, let's just kill it. What do you think?"

Anna nodded and made a ruling on Merlin, then turned to look at Gu Dazi and Mashu who were beside her, and asked for their opinions.

"Ah, I forgot to bring Anna's milk. I have to go to the kitchen to get it..."

Matthew tactfully changed the subject, leaving behind an expression of "Go on, Master", leaving Gu Dazi to face it alone.

"...cough, that..."

Gu Dazi was racking his brains thinking about how to prevaricate it, when he suddenly found that Merlin and Anna's eyes were on his back.

Turning his head, he saw Saron standing at the door.

"Yo, haven't we eaten yet? Don't you mind having more than one meal?"

"Ah! Mr. Salon!" Suddenly, this is Gu Dazi.

"......do not mind."

Anna, who was stuffed in her cloak, wanted to refuse, but for the sake of the butter cake that day, she reluctantly nodded.

Merlin was much more excited, and quickly got up and dragged Saron into the room: "Oh! Finally someone can accompany me for a drink. It would be great if you could introduce the one on your shoulders."

"You don't know it?"

Saron glanced at Merlin, ignored his inquiry, looked around the room and asked:

"Why didn't you see Matthew?"

As soon as the words fell, Matthew's voice sounded in the back kitchen: "Master, I seem to hear Mr. Saron's voice..."

While speaking, Matthew walked out of the back kitchen with a jar. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Saron's figure, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"...Ah! Mr. Salon, good evening!"

"Beware!"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Saron caught the milk jug that was almost thrown by Mash on the ground, and placed it on the dining table with a smile.

"What? Am I that scary?"