Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Don't talk nonsense! You saved me twice!"

"If you're in trouble, what about Ishtar, who robs the herdsmen outside? What about the guardian deity of our city-state who abandoned us?"

"Besides, this dinner was specially prepared for you! There's no question of making concessions!"

“As long as little Anna is happy, it means I can do something for you. It is an honor for the redeemed.”

"If that guy hadn't interfered, we could have tried other desserts."

"He ruined this perfectly good dinner party!"

"It's all Merlin's fault!"

As the ancient snake persuaded her, Anna's low spirits gradually lifted, and the final touch further diverted the little girl's attention and aroused her righteous indignation.

The purple-haired girl, her face contorted with bitterness and resentment, joined in the condemnation, waving her small fists.

"Yes! It's all Merlin's fault!"

"What if he dares to cause trouble again next time..."

"Smash his dog head!"

"Smash his dog head!"

"Merlin, die!"

"Merlin, die!"

Two figures, one large and one small, roared in the deep night, venting their emotions.

That sense of security and joy from being back-to-back with a common enemy gradually brought them closer together, making the atmosphere more harmonious.

As they parted, Samael watched the little girl go back into the house, while he himself had two pieces of coarse wheat pastry in his hand.

Anna sneaked up to his door to deliver these things.

That was the only and most cherished gift of kindness she had received so far.

creak...

The ancient snake leaned against the window, put the coarse wheat pastry between its lips and teeth, took a small bite, closed its eyes and enjoyed the wheat aroma that bloomed on its taste buds.

After a long while, Samael, recovering from the lingering sensation, lowered his carving knife onto the clay tablet.

"Anna is Anna..."

"The Gorgons are the Gorgons..."

"Good and evil have been separated; crime and punishment should naturally be targeted accordingly..."

Chapter 43 Beast! She's still so young! (First Update)

Good morning, Anna…

The next day, the ancient snake opened the doors and windows and greeted Anna, who had also come out of the house, in a friendly manner.

"Yes, good morning, Samael..."

After spending this short time together, the purple-haired girl lowered her guard and finally dared to look her new friend in the eye and respond softly.

Then, the little girl seemed to realize something, her fingers twisted together, and she made some whimpering noises.

"last night…"

"The pancakes were delicious, thanks..."

The man smiled knowingly, reached out and gently stroked Anna's head, his lips curving slightly as he leaned closer to her cheek with a smile.

"In return, I'll cover breakfast today. What would you like to eat?"

"Butter cake!"

The purple-haired loli raised her little face in surprise, and the longing in her heart burst out.

"The stove isn't lit yet, this is a bit of a problem..."

"is it not OK?"

The man stroked his chin with his fingertips, his brow furrowing slightly. Anna couldn't help but feel downcast, and she lowered her head in frustration.

"Well, what I meant was that I'm too busy in the kitchen, so if you want to eat, you'll have to come and help me out."

"Besides, there's no Merlin this time, so you can eat as much as you want! All you can eat!"

However, the embarrassment on the ancient snake's face turned into a hint of mockery, and he flicked Anna's smooth forehead with his right finger.

The purple-haired loli clutched her forehead in pain and stepped back slightly.

After a moment's understanding of Samael's teasing and promises, Anna's eyes lit up, and she nodded emphatically, while also dragging Merlin, the source of all evil, out to be mocked.

"Ok!"

"Merlin doesn't get any!"

An hour and a half later, the two figures met in front of the Royal Palace Tower at the agreed time.

The white-haired succubus, who had been waiting there for a long time, looked at Samael and Anna's strange walking posture with their protruding bellies from afar, and with a somewhat subtle expression, went to greet them with an exaggerated reaction.

"Anna, what happened to you, Anna? Who did this to you?!"

"It was Samael who did it! It's the result of our joint efforts!"

Completely oblivious to the nightmare's linguistic trap, the purple-haired loli proudly raised her chin, revealing her small face still bearing traces of white cream.

"You beast! She's so young, how could you do that!"

The great sage, who had a penchant for drama, clutched his chest in anguish with his left hand and pointed to Anna's swollen belly with his right, his face full of grief and indignation.

Samael's face darkened, and his fingers itched; he now understood a truth.

This white-haired dream monster doesn't take trouble too seriously and likes to observe various emotional reactions of humans. It really deserves a beating.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me, I'll immediately explain what you just said."

The ancient serpent stepped forward, leaned close to Merlin's ear, and whispered sinisterly.

It's okay if I can't beat this immortal nightmare, I can just release Anna!

If necessary, next time add some ale to the butter cake, so that this goddess's nascent form can get into the mood and kill this bastard!

Feeling a strange chill on his neck, Merlin chuckled dryly and stepped back slightly. He was quite wary of Anna's "Hapal," the divine weapon that could sever immortality.

It would be such a tragedy if someone were stabbed to death because of a few wicked jokes.

"Alright, let's get down to business. We'll go see King Gilgamesh now."

The flower magician, who rarely gets serious, immediately changed the subject and got up to lead the way.

Unaware of the sinister intentions of the two adults, Anna followed Samael in a daze.

The ancient serpent habitually surveyed its surroundings, taking in the entire outline of the royal palace tower. It recalled its teacher Shamhat's description of Uruk, lost in thought.

In reality, the power structure of the entire city-state is roughly composed of three parts.

This refers to the royal palace, the sacred tower, the sacrificial site, and the shrine of the shaman.

First, the Royal Palace Tower represents the supreme royal power bestowed by heaven. It is the bedroom and administrative hall of the hero-king Gilgamesh, through which most decrees are issued.

Secondly, the shrine of the priestesses is a symbol of divine authority, and it is a group of people who listen to the will of heaven and convey divine messages.

In some cities, the words of these priestesses and priests carried more weight than the law and the monarchy.

Because they occupy the name of God, they have enormous power, which over time leads to corruption and depravity.

According to Shamhat's complaints, each temple possessed astronomical resources, making them incredibly wealthy yet still insatiable, and they repeatedly attempted to use divine authority to supersede royal authority.

Those shamans and priests who constantly preach "reverence for the gods" are almost all experts at exploiting the people.

Of course, when faced with a dictatorial king like Gilgamesh, those overly assertive priestesses and priests were basically all dealt with.

Under the forceful and domineering rule, even if the priestesses of various cities had their own little schemes, they could only hide them in secret and dared not openly confront the royal power.

Even so, the arrival of this third storm that swept across Mesopotamia indirectly exposed the sinister intentions of these witches and priests.

When the Third Storm first broke out, the priestesses of the Shrine and the priests of the Temple lost the protection of the gods, and the effectiveness of their magic was greatly reduced.

In some regions, rumors began to circulate that King Gilgamesh had angered the gods and brought disaster upon himself.

With the support of the priestesses, many city-states in the north sided with the alliance of the three goddesses, pleading for atonement and denouncing the "foolish tyrant."

Unfortunately, they encountered the utterly unreasonable monster goddess Gorgon.

Livestock that try to reason with the gods will only meet one end: premature slaughter.

Therefore, those who gathered in the northern cities to "welcome the Imperial Army" were all thrown into the Blood Temple by Gorgon and became nourishment for creating monsters.

It is said that Gilgamesh laughed uncontrollably upon hearing this news, and often brought up this case to reopen the wounds of those witches and priests.

Furthermore, this hero-king used these leverages to coerce donations from temples and witches across the land, nearly draining the vampires' coffers dry.

Otherwise, where would Gilgamesh get so much spare money to build the Absolute Demonic Front and establish the Babylonian Treasury?

But having been superior for too long, these priestesses and priests have fallen to rock bottom and are unable to accept reality or find their place.

So, a group of priests and priestesses, led by the Uruk priestess, secretly began to perform summoning and spirit possession.

After several rounds of blood-spitting sacrifices, only a certain greedy goddess responded in the end, for the sake of the jewels.

This is Ishtar, the city goddess of Uruk and the mistress of the heavens.

The priestess originally intended to use the descent of the true god to suppress the arrogance of that hero king.

Unfortunately, the year turned against them, and during the spirit summoning process, the deity summoned by the shrine maiden was actually two separate entities.

That is, Ishtar and Ereshkigal are two sides of the same coin.

After several rounds of setbacks, the limited offerings and manpower they hastily put together were simply insufficient to support the descent of the two main gods.

Therefore, the head priestess who presided over the summoning ceremony was suddenly drained of her life force and died without any explanation.

The remaining priestesses and priests also fell into weakness and fainting, and chaos ensued.

Before anyone could even cast a suppressing or binding spell on Ishtar, the goddess, who had initiated the fusion with the spirit on her own, simply refused to acknowledge the deal and ran away.

This whole series of events has really put the priestess in a very bad situation.

The bodyguards they hired, who had emptied their pockets, not only failed to keep their boss in check, but also cost him his life.

So this became another source of amusement for Gilgamesh, causing the pleasure-seeker to experience abdominal cramps several times.

Chapter 44 Why be a dog when you can't be a decent person? (Two updates)

Finally, the sacrificial site controlled the transportation and distribution of resources.

It tends to focus more on logistics and political assistance. The High Priestess Siduli oversees the implementation of numerous decrees, from major military rewards and punishments to minor matters concerning the livelihoods of the people.

The original function of this institution was to represent the people by offering sacrifices to the gods, along with game and bountiful harvests, in exchange for blessings.

After the gods symbolically enjoyed the power of faith brought by the prey and grain, the remaining things were often distributed to the people through the sacrificial site to avoid waste.

Today, with the separation of gods and humans, sacrificial sites have gradually transformed into implementing agencies responsible for the allocation of resources and the implementation of policies.

In addition, the magician Merlin subtly controlled the Astrological Tablets, giving him control over the native Sumerian magicians.

Leonidas I, the guardian of the Flame Gate, firmly held onto military power thanks to his outstanding defensive and leadership abilities.

Therefore, looking at the overall situation in Mesopotamia...

The political power and resources of the sacrificial site, the technology and mystery of the astrological platform, and the military power and defense of the absolute monster front all became pillars protecting the royal power, radiating the authority of the royal palace tower outwards and forming a robust root system that spread to every corner of the Mesopotamian world.

The only one who dared to go against the grain, the priestess, ended up ruining herself along with her group of priests.

The blood and fire of war, while testing Uruk's raw state, also forged it through constant tempering, removing impurities and creating the sharpest sword and the strongest shield.

We must unite the people's hearts as our weapon, and with the will of the masses we can build an impregnable fortress!

Even after three storms, the monarchy in Uruk is more secure than ever before.

This is precisely why, in the not-too-distant future, when the Black Tide surges down, all things perish, and stars fall, Uruk will remain forever.

Putting aside personal likes and dislikes, Samael had to admit that Gilgamesh's skill and ability to rule were beyond question.

He was once a cruel tyrant, but now he is a wise and benevolent monarch.