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"You died then, didn't you?"

She snuggled into his arms, and he still clasped her jaw.

At such a close distance, there is even the illusion that they can hear each other's heartbeat - if they still have such a thing in spirit form.

Priya covered Gilgamesh's hand with gentle movements, and brushed off his hand without any effort. At the same time, she adjusted her sitting posture and leaned closer to his arms, He turned his head and said with a smile: "Is this what you want to tell me, Jill?"

Her voice was very soft, like whispering to a lover.

If it's so simple... of course it's impossible to bluff her.

The smile on Gilgamesh's face deepened: "For any bloodline containing gods, the god's core is the most important existence. You can have a long lifespan because you are a god, so losing the god's core naturally means The end of life—but, Priya, why did you lose the God Core?"

"Yeah, why did I lose the God Core?" Praia repeated his words, as if she had returned to the past, waiting for him, a student, to answer her question.

"Indeed, it is difficult for me to give an accurate answer to this question. The 'Omniscient and Almighty Star' can spy very little on you." She always gave him difficult questions, and this time was no surprise. "However, do you think there is nothing I can do if you are sure that Aluru knows the answer?"

Gilgamesh's fingers wrapped around her black hair repeatedly, tightening her grip: "In front of me when I was young, you once said, 'I will be your only heir'? But, □□ Lugal existed and was born."

"The childbirth of a god is the process of creating a god." He paused, and laughter came from his chest, "Oh? Are you nervous, Priya?"

At close range, Priya felt the vibration in his chest, and the frowning brows calmed down in an instant.

"It's been so long since I've seen you, Jill, you've grown so much that I'm surprised that you almost got out of my words." Praia leaned on his shoulder, "I know better than you, what kind of god Aluru is , since she promised me to keep it secret, she will keep her promise no matter how hard she treats you. However, I would like to reward you for being so serious."

"But oh, Jill, you should have known a long time ago that knowing the truth doesn't necessarily mean that the situation will get better. What are you longing for and what are you obsessed with?" Praya turned sideways, from Originally snuggled up to him and sat in his arms, with her arms around his neck, "Do you really want to know?"

That was—a demagogic whisper.

The black eyes and the red eyes looked at each other, Priya's eyes were slightly bent, and there was a smile in them.

"Your reaction, I can confirm my answer. I was still wondering whether you created Lugal by means such as alchemy... Given that he was sent away three months after you left Back to Uruk. Since that's the case, it seems that what the woman in Ishtar said is true." Contrary to her expression, he put away the smile on his face, "You once swore to the gods—"

"All the gods present! Please witness for me—"

She seemed to have returned to that day, when she was extremely humiliated.

However, compared with the guarantee behind this oath, compared with what she wants to achieve, it is...

"I swear by my divine core, I swear by the 'prophecy book of the gods', I swear by the lingering Euphrates River—"

All...not worth mentioning.

"I will not give birth to any offspring, and the bloodline of my god will be cut off here."

"—You will not give birth to any offspring. Once you violate it, you will no longer be a god."

It's the worst oath ever.

Swearing with the god core and priesthood violates nature and loses these.

She spent three months contending with her own inevitable loss of life, and under the influence of magic power, Lugal was born within three months.

"...It really surprised me. Ishtar would tell you this, but she is really boring."

I originally thought that it was absolutely impossible for Gilgamesh to know about this matter.

The gods present are basically at the center of power. Since Remat is not qualified to know about this matter, Priya considered Aluru who is easy to soften, but forgot that there is another one who plays cards unreasonably. Ishtar.

"Why did you show such a strange expression, Jill?" Priya looked at her dear disciple, "Speaking of which, it's not because of this reason that you didn't teach Lugar that child well? It's because My death has something to do with him?"

"...The strange thing is you." Gilgamesh's voice was terribly low, "When did you, as a goddess, have such a will to sacrifice yourself and others? You acted recklessly without my king's permission, saying Leave without talking, give that guy life without talking, and then, in the end, just die like that? Priya—”

"Do you love Lugal so much!"

"Why do you all like to say the word 'love' so much now? My dear Jill, you... make me feel a little bit unbearable to continue to deceive you. Love? Do you really think that this word really exists in me? ?”

"I told him the first sentence when the child was just born—" The goddess changed her posture from sitting to standing, and then knelt with one foot between his legs. Priya bent down and leaned on him Leaning on his shoulder, he leaned into his ear and said, "If I really love him, I will never let that child be born. After all, I have already realized what he will go through when he was born."

"Haven't you thought about it? As my child, he will definitely be targeted by the gods."

The gods tried their best and were unwilling to let her have offspring. If her priesthood was not irreplaceable, how could she continue her unfulfilled wish.

Under such circumstances, how could Lugal, as her heir, please him?

"You should know why I raised you, right?" Praya suddenly changed the subject.

"Naturally. You want to end the age of mythology." Gilgamesh answered almost instantly. Even when he was young, he had faintly noticed some clues to this matter.

Obviously standing on the standpoint of a god, and obviously not loving human beings, this goddess has always asked him to put his responsibilities to Uruk above other things. She seems to be thinking for him, but in fact she is repeatedly advocating his resistance to the superior gods.

"End the Age of Mythology - I like your answer. Even your mothers Rimat and Aluru thought that all I wanted was Anu's life. That may be true, but I cannot kill He, or in other words, as long as the age of mythology does not end, he can't really die."

Under such circumstances... originally, it was enough to make humans no longer believe in gods.

The gods "live" because of their ability to surpass human beings, but also because of human beliefs.

And Gilgamesh is the one in "fate" who is destined to change everything.

But what does this mean?

"I will end with the age of mythology. Do you know what I thought when you told me what you wanted?" Priya looked at the silent Gilgamesh, who was raised by her alone. Children..." I told Aluru that the love between a man and a woman is the most fragile relationship in the world, far inferior to the strength of teacher-student, blood relationship and friendship - but at the same time, it is also the most ardent existence .”

After being blinded by love, he can do anything.

"As long as I am alive, you will not launch a real resistance to the gods."

The knife she personally forged to stab at the gods was no longer so sharp because of her.

"Using Enkidu's death as the guide|fire|cable, and my departure as the last straw—"

Priya's hand brushed against Gilgamesh's face, and the place where her fingertips passed was not warm, on the contrary, there was a complete coolness.

The goddess showed a compassionate smile: "You have fulfilled my wish."

"And that child is my account to you - he will repeatedly remind you of my existence and my departure."

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