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"Oh, thanks!"

Annan, who was thinking, replied subconsciously, and under the care of Tiamat, he drank the clear liquid in the wooden bowl in one gulp.

"Ho..."

The liquid looks colorless and transparent, but it smells fragrant, and there is a sweetness in the mouth that blooms on the taste buds.

The strange sensation went straight down the throat into the esophagus, causing Annan to widen his eyes.

A hot current rose from the depths of the stomach and stomach, flowing into the limbs and bones, full of gentle and loving breath.

Just like returning to swaddling, in the dark and warm cradle, a milky white umbilical cord connects with the mother from the belly button.

The whole body is extremely comfortable, and it seems to be able to rise with the wind, and even the phantom pain in the soul has been healed.

"Wow, it tastes so good!"

Annan let out a long breath and said with infinite satisfaction.

I don't know what kind of panacea Tiamat gave him to drink. It is strong and tastes good. There is still a milky taste in his mouth now!

wait...milk? !

Annan took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover his throat, and looked at Tiamat sharply.

"Tiamat, what did you just give me to drink...what is it?"

Looking at Tiamat with an innocent expression on his face, Annan's heart almost stopped beating.

Although the liquid he was drinking was colorless and transparent, the faint milky smell inside reminded Annan that he was probably drinking some kind of milk.

It's not that Annan thought about it, it's just...

Such a powerful milk, in this imaginary world, there seems to be only one existence that can produce it?

Annan still remembers that Tiamat once proudly praised the power of his milk, and at first misunderstood the situation and wanted to breastfeed him...

So, seeing that he was severely injured, is this Tiamat going to get him some milk from the God of Creation to make up for it? !

If that's the case, this, this is too embarrassing!

As an adult man, I still drink breast milk, and I still drink from the person I like...

Although this kind of behavior is not prohibited by ethics or law, Annan still feels a little bit in his heart.

To put it simply, he has never played this fun. For the first time, it is normal for newbies to be a little shy...

No, he had to change his mind.

Although Tiamat looks like a humanoid, what appears in front of Annan is only the mind body. The real body size is close to infinite and does not belong to the scope of human beings.

That's right, Tiamat is not a human being, but a second beast...

Isn't the milk produced by the second animal the same as animal milk?

There is absolutely no problem with human beings drinking animal milk, and it completely conforms to all rules.

You see, when you shout to your mother, "Mom, I want animal milk!", that's not a problem at all, right? !

So, I shouldn't have a psychological burden now, after all, I drink animal milk, right? !

Annan had countless thoughts in his heart, and came up with all kinds of wonderful excuses to comfort himself, waiting for Tiamat's answer.

"Ah, Annan, you said this, don't worry, I know you don't like breast milk."

"It's just that I made a juice that has a similar composition to breast milk! You see, it has no color, and it's far from milky milk."

Tiamat tilted his head, looked at Annan, who was flushed with panic, and explained.

What, it's not breast milk.

That's fine!

Annan breathed a sigh of relief, and the blush on his face slowly faded.

"Well, it's not that I don't like drinking breast milk, it's just... we haven't gotten to that point yet..."

Recalling the taste just now, Annan felt a little embarrassed.

"By the way, let me ask, how similar is the composition of the thing I just drank to your breast milk?"

"Um, it's probably... [-]% similar?"

Tiamat blinked her pink-purple star pupils and opened her mouth naturally.

"Isn't that still the same?!!"

Annan, who had just been relieved, was excited again, and his body, which was a little weak, was involved, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"It's different, breast milk without breastfeeding has no soul!"

Tiamat straightened up and taught Annan with a serious attitude.

"And only the milk secreted from the mother's body can be called breast milk. Now Annan is drinking a similar product that I made with my powers, and is completely ineligible to be called breast milk."

"Oh, that seems to be the case."

Annan suddenly realized.

This is probably the difference between real leather and artificial leather, right?

That is to say, he just drank a drink similar to the milk of the mother, but it was not the milk of the mother in essence.

Hmm, so it can't be true.

Just like in Japan, it is said that there is a drink that tastes similar to sister juice, but drinking this drink cannot be equated with drinking sister juice.

"That's okay, give me another bowl, I feel it can promote the repair of the magic circuit."

Although he felt that something was not right, Annan hesitated for a while, and then continued the bowl.

Chapter 24 Okay, let me help you then!

The breeze is blowing, the air is fresh, the trees outside the house are lush, and the lake is rippling.

Annan lay in his clothes, resting on Tiamat's thigh, looking out the window, slowly drinking the nectar from the bowl.

After drinking three bowls in a row, Annan, who felt a little bloated in his stomach, put down the bowl, smacking his lips and savoring the taste, feeling warm and refreshed throughout his body.

In fact, drinks that taste similar to the breast milk of the Goddess of Creation have the same effect.

So Annan wasn't greedy for this thing at all, just reluctantly poured himself a few sips in order to repair the magic circuit.

Alas, life with Tiamat is so unpretentious and boring.

And this kind of life will last at least the first half of the year.

As for what happened after half a year...

"Tiamat, I have something I want to ask you."

Annan, who was temporarily paraplegic because of the damage to the magic circuit, turned over with some difficulty and sat up with the support of his hands, staring earnestly at Tiamat's eyes with a pair of black pupils.

"Well, okay, what does Annan want to ask?"

Taking away the empty bowl containing his own breast milk replica from Annan, Tiamat raised his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, watching Annan quietly.

"Let's talk about the past. I remember that you are different from me. I entered the world of imaginary numbers on my own initiative. In mythology, you say that you were killed by the gods..."

Annan took a deep breath, considered his tone, and prepared to use the myth as the incision to keep this crucial conversation going.

"There is actually an error in the myths circulating. In fact, you are just exiled to the imaginary world, well, but there is no difference between being in the imaginary world and dying."

"The question I want to ask is... do you hate the children who exiled you?"

Annan looked very serious when he asked this question.

Tiamat's answer will affect all the plans he makes in the future.

"hatred?"

An embarrassed look appeared on the face of the Goddess of Creation. After thinking for a while, she nodded, and then shook her head again.

"I don't know...I don't know..."

A little dejected, he bowed his head, and Tiamat sat with his hands folded over his knees with a gloomy expression.

"I can't tell. It's obviously uncomfortable inside and I really want to cry, but I don't seem to have that level of hatred..."

Tiamat's eyes were full of confusion, and the shadow hitting the ground looked extremely sad.

Annan's question seemed to evoke bad memories for the goddess of creation.

"Annan, am I useless and annoying?"

The wounded mother was depressed, and words of self-doubt came from her lips.

"Why do you think so?"

Annan looked at Tiamat with a sad expression and felt a pain in his heart.

"I gave birth to many lives and was loved by all beings. But the children used me as a platform and left me."

Tiamat said softly, in a painful and dazed tone.

"I want to love them all the time and want them to stay with me forever. Is my love... all wrong?"

A mother who wants to keep a distant child.

Is this wrong?

A mother who wants to protect her child forever.

Is this wrong?

She is not wrong at all!

From beginning to end, Tiamat did nothing wrong...

However, the mother who did nothing wrong was exiled by the gods and human beings, and was recognized as unnecessary by the collective unconscious of human beings.

Such a thing just doesn't make sense.

However, those who stand on the side of mankind must not express their understanding and approval of these words.

Therefore, Annan, who said these words, has already decided his position.