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"Hmm—you're quite the audacious human! Not only do you know so much, but you even call me by my name without my permission, even though it's only your first time meeting me. I'm the goddess of death and corruption..."

Ereshkigal's cheeks flushed

She didn't dwell on the problem too much.

Moran has Father Anu as his backer, so it is not surprising that he knows some information about the underworld.

"This, isn't it?"

“Mmmmm—”

Ereshkigal pursed his lips.

Meeting Moran's sincere gaze, she didn't want to put on her majestic look for a moment.

There are people who are not afraid of her!

It's rare for someone to call her by her first name!

How can this not be possible?!

——That’s what I want the other party to call me. It must be called this way. It can only be called this way!

But, thoughts like this.

Ereshkigal could not speak.

She herself is a goddess who is not good at expressing her desires, and her self-esteem prevents her from being too direct.

"I'm a very tolerant goddess. Normally, this shouldn't happen, but it's rare for the underworld to have guests. So, I'll reluctantly allow this kind of informality..."

"Well, Ereshkigal, thank you."

Moran didn't hide it at all.

He just spoke directly and expressed his gratitude very frankly.

"Gu! You don't need to thank me for such a small thing. Ugh... This is really... too difficult..."

Ereshkigal blushed, feeling a little overwhelmed.

She was exhausted just trying to control her expression.

Also, what's with the direct thank you?! Are all humans this cute these days!?

No, no, no, cute isn't the right word, handsome?

(Hello, King) Ishtar must have been mad at him because of her own unreasonable behavior. This human was obviously very nice!

On the surface, she tried hard to act like a dignified goddess.

In fact, the emotions in my heart surged one after another, and it could be said that I was performing a one-man show.

That human wasn't afraid of me, and instead seemed eager to strike up a conversation... No, that's not right. I should be more cautious in socializing. I must have been too arbitrary! So many times have I failed in socializing so far. Let's think about it!

Ereshkigal calmed down again.

So far, she has been judging Moran's attitude on her own and has no idea of his true thoughts.

If the other party is just being polite.

I don't mean to get too close to you.

Wouldn't it be so embarrassing if she just exposed it directly?

That's right, this kind of shameful situation must never happen.

Chapter 434: Gods Are Cruel [Please Subscribe! Please Give Me Flowers!]

“Haha, same thing…”

Moran looked at Ereshkigal, who was fidgeting uncomfortably.

It was exactly as he remembered.

Ereshkigal wants to maintain the nobility and dignity of the goddess, but also wants to get closer to others.

[Mental state of mind is both awkward and contradictory]

[She wants to maintain her image as the terrifying goddess of the underworld, but she doesn't want others to see through her girlish heart]

[Her girlish aura is too strong]

[However, in your eyes, this Ereshkigal is far more lovely and beautiful than Ishtar.]

Treating a goddess like Ereshkigal

You have to be straightforward and direct.

Sincerity is the greatest weapon against a goddess with a strange personality, says Moran, who has extensive experience in love.

[Conquer the goddess and make her shy]

[This is also his old specialty]

"I believe that a goddess who governs death and corruption is not necessarily a goddess who does all kinds of evil. Similarly, a goddess who governs beauty and harvest is not necessarily a goddess who is kind and wise.

Although divine authority and priesthood do give people stereotypes, as a demigod, I do have my own thoughts and opinions about the gods.

Moran confided his thoughts.

It was not just to impress Ereshkigal, it was also his long-standing idea of communicating with the gods.

These words came from the bottom of my heart.

It is an extremely sincere thought.

"Well said. It's true, as you say, that divine authority and priesthood don't represent the character of a deity. However, for humans, judging by stereotypes of divine authority and priesthood is generally not wrong.

After all, special circumstances are special circumstances.”

Ereshkigal recognized Moran.

However, she lowered her head slightly and had a clear understanding of herself.

Gods like himself are ultimately aliens.

Although she was happy that Moran thought this way, she still had to say that she was an exception.

"Moran, getting too close to a god is risky. If I were truly that cruel and ruthless, you'd be in for a real loss. In Mesopotamia, gods like me are the exception; gods like Ishtar are the majority."

Ereshkigal seemed to be warning Moran.

In fact, I am worrying about others.

It was rare to meet a human being who could be so close to her, and she sincerely hoped that Moran would be alright.

She had nothing to say about the gods.

Gods are irrational beings that conquer and ravage humanity, they just look glamorous.

"Yes, I understand. However, I also know that you are a gentle god, Ereshkigal."

"Oh? What's your basis? If there's no basis, then I can only assume that you underestimate the gods. In that case, even I will punish you for your arrogance!"

Ereshkigal's attitude hardened.

She couldn't help but feel distressed.

[It's so hard to find such a close human being, but in the end, he still has to be cruel and ruthless.]

Because this is for his own good.

Blindly believing that gods are good beings will most likely only lead to harm from other gods. To prevent humans from harboring excessive illusions, Ereshkigal has a responsibility to warn the world.

God is a cruel and merciless being.

[It is precisely because I cherish this man in front of me that I must let him know that God is not gentle.]

Ereshkigal never considered himself gentle.

She felt the word was unsuitable for her.

The temperature dropped sharply in an instant.

The divine pressure that had previously subsided reappeared, and death and coldness filled this desolate space.

The obvious hostility seemed to turn into a wave.

Surround Moran tightly.

If it were an ordinary person, just feeling this pressure would probably make them lose the strength to stand up.

However, Moran stood firm in the face of pressure and coldness.

"...Aren't you afraid of me?"

Ereshkigal frowned slightly.

She didn't expect Moran to be so tough and not back down even when facing her to this point.

In an instant, the pressure was withdrawn.

"It seems that you have your own basis."

Ereshkigal saw something.

Moran's fearless expression was not that of an ignorant person; he undoubtedly had some basis for it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't express this attitude.

"Along the way, I walked down from the highest level of the underworld. Besides desolation and coldness, I also saw other things.

Ereshkigal. People say you bind the souls of the dead in cages, not even allowing them to disappear. They also say you are a vile goddess who imprisons the souls of those you choose in cages and toy with them for tens of thousands of years.

Moran stared at Ereshkigal.

Compared to the previous heartwarming and gentle words, this time the pain was as sharp as a sword.

"Hmph, that's right. I'm such a bad goddess. Moran, don't you know my true nature very well?"

Ereshkigal's expression was indifferent and cold.

He clenched his cloak slightly with both hands.

[She could clearly make friends with the man in front of her, but she couldn't]

[We must make people aware of God’s cruelty]

[But, no matter what, she felt bad and didn't want to push this rare human away like this.]

【I don’t really want to endure loneliness】

If you give in to your inner desires and deceive others by saying, "God is gentle," you might be able to close the distance.

But what are the gods themselves like?

Ereshkigal knew all too well that getting close to them would only lead to injuries.

The gods only see humans as tools.

She doesn't want men to have illusions about this kind of god.

【For the future of the man in front of me】

Ereshkigal is willing to continue to endure loneliness and play the role of the cruel and ruthless goddess of the underworld as usual.

——Yes, that’s good.

——It doesn’t matter if he hates me. If it can make his future better, then it’s fine.

——I am the goddess of fear who controls the underworld. This is how I protect humanity... I'm used to not being understood.

Ereshkigal bit his lip.

Once again, she chose to submit and placed herself on the cruel and ruthless throne.

Once again, I fell into the habit of only considering others.

Without considering your own circle.

Chapter 435: Social Death of Aileichan [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

[I have to say, Ereshkigal’s acting is very good]