Golden Glitter Development Guide

"Return it to its original owner." She first showed an incomparably cordial smile to Enkidu, then withdrew her smile slightly, and handed out another weapon with some reluctance, "Your entrustment."

This weapon, which she spent countless efforts to create, finally came out.

"'Is there anything you wish to improve'—this sentence is just a routine inquiry." The proud goddess stood aside with her chest crossed, and said coolly, "I disagree with all objections."

Simply put, objections are invalid.

This weapon is her most proud work so far, her masterpiece, her lover, her child.

After it was born, Praia was reluctant to send it out...but after all, no one except Gilgamesh could really control it.

"All spaces and barriers can be torn apart. If you are willing, maybe the deviant sword that can destroy the world." Following her words, there was a sound of the sword breaking through the air in his hand, just from his expression. Looking at it, it is obviously very satisfied with this.

"Of course, the consumption of magic power is also expensive. But considering that you have a whole treasure trove of treasures to support it, this shortcoming is really insignificant."

It should be said that this is a powerful weapon that can only be exerted in the hands of Gilgamesh. It can change the strength of a blow according to the amount of other treasures he consumes.

While explaining this, Priya looked at Gilgamesh who was swinging the sword, and flipped his hand in the air. The scepter that suddenly appeared blocked the slashing eccentric sword, and the collision between the sword and the scepter made a golden sound. brilliant.

"Now is not the time for you to experiment." The goddess smiled, and the magic power in her hand bloomed again, "Maybe you can find a way to construct an inherent enchantment for you to try, but here, I don't want to be involved in anything troublesome incident."

No matter how much you control the power, it's not a problem at all to open a big hole for Uruk.If such an accident happened, it would be enough to make other gods look sideways.

The Deviation Sword stopped turning. Gilgamesh caressed the weapon, his mind was slightly distracted, and then a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "It seems that you have far underestimated your ability. All the treasures of the king must be precious treasures."

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an artifact.

The goddess who had been waiting for his praise and flattery raised her eyebrows slightly. How should she evaluate this son of god? Because she is extremely proud of her masterpiece, any praise is not an exaggeration in her opinion, Jill No matter how satisfied Gamesh would be, she only thought that she had "a little sense"—but, he abandoned his usual full of emotion, and instead used such a firm tone, as if he was stating a fact.

Never thanked, never sighed, as if I knew it long ago.Although he said it was "underestimated", he couldn't see his surprise at all.

If it was meant to imply that she believed in her abilities enough, such a subtle pandering was surprisingly to her liking.

"That's right." The Goddess, who was in a good mood, was in a trance for a moment, and then said calmly, "By the way, I have something else to tell you."

The most polite smile appeared on her face, and although she said "you", her eyes stayed firmly on Gilgamesh's face.

"To be precise, it should be an invitation."

Unknowingly, the wind grew stronger, whizzing through everyone's body, and the leaves fluttering in the wind seemed so powerless and vulnerable.

She twisted her messy black hair behind her ears, and said cruel words in a voice that was no different from usual: "You probably haven't seen it, the wedding of the gods, have you?"

"—The next full moon will be my union with Wutu."

The bright moonlight shines on the earth, but still...

So icy.

Winter is coming.

Enkidu left without a sound, and the king and goddess who noticed his movements didn't do anything to stop him.

In this matter, no one else has the right to dictate.

They looked at each other, and all the feelings disappeared between them. They examined each other and played a silent game.

"What do you want to explain, Priya?" Even between the beds, he had never whispered in such a soft tone before.

What now?

"What do you think, Jill?" Her tone was somewhat similar to his.

What is between them?

You ask each other for what you want, some moments of soul collision, forever?life companion?

The words sound so far away.What's more, in Mesopotamia, I have never heard of the custom of guarding one's body for a lover—they are definitely not lovers.

Marriage does not require fidelity, whether she is married or not, the actual impact is not too great.

However, Priya knew him as well as she knew herself.

If Gilgamesh had another marriage, no, even if he didn't like Enkidu enough, Priya didn't think she could even put up with another being who would occupy his eyes so much.It's not about love, it's more about pride.

They are similar.

Absolute possessiveness, not to mention being used by others, even the existence of fake imitations cannot be tolerated.

"What if I make you refuse?"

Hearing what he said, she felt a little helpless: "You are joking, Jill. Utu is to me just like Enkidu is to you, and there is absolutely no way for you to give up your unique best friend for me."

Utu is her only relative.

Sometimes Priya also thinks that they are really similar.Philosophy, character, and value orientation are like reflections in a mirror.

They acted as if they had known each other for years.

They all know.

If there is a time when a trade-off is required, they will inevitably abandon each other.

Another long and short look at each other.

struggle?resentment?anger?restraint?despair?

I don't know who took a step closer to each other first, they hugged, bit, and devoured each other, pain became the best aphrodisiac.

The blood filled the mouth, and the magic power contained in it interacted, and one could fully feel the similar violent feeling of the other party.

"I really want to kill you." As he said this, he bit her neck hard, as if he wanted to bite off her throat to vent his anger.

She lowered her eyes and clearly saw impatience in those red eyes.

angry?despair?disturbed?

What's going on at a deeper level?

They are just in love, and it is the best choice to get together and get together. What reason is there to continue to be irrational?

She inserted the five fingers of her right hand into his short blond hair, and stroked him like a mother comforting an impatient child: "I promised. Then I will never resist."

His figure stiffened in an instant.

He still clings to her neck with nostalgia, and this time his head rests on his shoulder: "...I really can't hide it from you. When did you find out?"

Still stroking his head, she said, "It wasn't long, so that's why I'm so curious—what the hell did you do, Jill?"

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The author has something to say:

I actually think this chapter is clear enough.

See you in the next chapter if you don’t understand it, and perfunctory if you have something to say when it’s late.

I have always felt that Winky's dependence on Priya has that kind of longing for maternal love, and this chapter is finally written.

Goodnight everybody