Golden Glitter Development Guide

Gilgamesh stretched out his hand, feeling his hand penetrate something hard in front of him—maybe a wall—and frowned.

He didn't know how long he had been trapped here, not only couldn't hold anything, even the moment he spoke, there was no echo.

There is not much magic power left on his body, even if he can open the "King's Treasure", there is no way to attack.

If it wasn't for Caster's employment agency that doesn't require external magic power, he should have disappeared long ago.

He sat in the darkness, unable to remember why he was here.

No sound, no light, no other living beings.

Even if it is him, if it goes on for such a long time, he will probably go crazy.

Then at last he heard voices.

It was a small, rustling sound, like the soft friction between fabrics, he felt his body floating in the air uncontrollably, and in the next second, the dark and chaotic world regained light, It was so dazzling that he had to close his eyes.

He seemed to be bounced off by something, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was already standing in the corner of the temple.

And this temple looks very familiar.

He stared at the little girl standing not far away, with black hair and black eyes. At this moment, she was staring at the slate in her hand with a straight face.

He knew who this man, no, who this god was.

She was wearing a pure white dress, with a crescent moon decoration hanging between her eyebrows. She looked back at him precisely, and the moment she squinted her eyes was extremely familiar.

The young god was holding her skirt, Gilgamesh didn't move, watching her hands pass through his body, the little girl tilted her head: "Am I thinking too much?"

After turning around, he turned back vigilantly, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no other existence.

This series of continuous movements made Gilgamesh smile, but he couldn't even hear the laughter.

Although it was a bit silly to say that, thinking that the goddess who raised him would have such an innocent childhood... made him want to laugh.

That Goddess of Fate... No, she is still a minor Moon Goddess, Priya.

The young Goddess of the Moon supported her head, whispering softly what was written on the slate: "At the beginning of the creation of the world, there were two gods..."

Clay Tablet of Creation.

Gilgamesh walked to her side and looked down at the stone slab. He was now convinced that he was trapped inside the stone slab just now.

"Pleaia!" Although the voice was immature, Gilgamesh recognized the owner of the voice, "Come with me! Let's fight Ishtar today!"

Priya's twin brother, Utu who rules the sun.

He saw the little girl's eyes brighten up, she dropped the slate and ran away happily with her skirt in her hands: "I'll be right there! Wait for me to bring my potion!"

...So it turns out that the two goddesses have formed a relationship so early.

Gilgamesh didn't intend to follow, nor could he.

Being controlled by this stone slab to act within a certain range, he did not intend to recklessly try to violate the consequences.

Looking at the happy look of the little goddess who came back, it was obvious who won in the end.

Gilgamesh looked at her who was squinting with a smile, and the smile on her face was the ease he had never seen before.

The Priya in his impression has always been a polite smile, with a bit of arrogance. Every time she smiles brightly, it basically means that he will be unlucky. Even in the years in the illusion, there has never been Such an undisguised smile.

"Ishtar is indeed an idiot."

She snorted, raised the corners of her lips, and said with a little pride: "Sure enough, just irritating her can make that guy forget the function of the brain."

The goddess standing opposite her rubbed her head: "Pleaia, didn't you agree yesterday that you would learn something to make Ningmahe proud of you?"

Gilgamesh recognized the goddess.

She created Enkidu and was also Utu's foster mother, and Priya trusted her so much that she entrusted Lugal, the goddess of the earth, to her, Aluru.

Ninmah...that was Priya's mother's name.

The young Moon Goddess showed a embarrassed expression.

"Okay, I will definitely become an excellent alchemist, Aluru, you have to talk about Wutu anyway? Didn't he say that he wants to learn architecture?"

Gilgamesh suddenly remembered, when he was holding the slate of architecture, Mr. Praia's complex expression.

He'd always known that she sometimes looked at his blond hair with fascination.

The sun god Utu... that's it.

Gilgamesh chuckled, as if mocking his former self.

His pursuit will always feel that he is asking for humiliation.

He couldn't find his way out.

Gilgamesh sat down on the ground in despair, staring at the little girl with long slits not far away.

Analyzing magic power is not his strong point, but he also appeared as a Caster, but he couldn't find the exit of this illusion.It's as if everything in front of you is real.

He is witnessing the life of this goddess.

Meaningless.

He couldn't be happier with it either.

Even if he is no longer the king of Uruk, he is unwilling to do such a stupid thing of indulging in the past.

He had had love for the goddess, and perhaps, still had love in return.

But all the possibilities were completely obliterated as early as the moment the truth was known, and the goddess had also fallen.

He looked at the little goddess who had a beautiful smile.

Human beings are the main believers of the current gods. As the only daughter of the two gods who are the creators of human beings, the current moon goddess, except for Ishtar, has no goddess of this generation who has a higher status than her.

As long as she gives an order, any kind of treasure can be obtained.

Gilgamesh doesn't want to call her Priya at all.

Now she is just a little girl spoiled by the gods.

To learn alchemy in order to win the favor of his parents, and to protect human beings in order to win the praise of his parents, he is even more contemptuous than the original Lugal.

Like an unweaned child.

Not knowing the sufferings of the world, being naive...he couldn't stand it anymore.

This little girl held the idea that all the gods she loved would accompany her to grow old, and dared to fight all the gods without knowing the severity, which was comparable to Ishtar's notoriety.

She will regret it.

Gilgamesh is clearly aware of this.

She will regret it.

Gilgamesh watched her alchemy get better and better until one day she created Anegalla, until one day she threw the clay tablet of creation into the fire and forged the scepter and spear .

Gilgamesh, who had to follow near the scepter, lowered his eyes.

... The day when she regrets it is coming.

"You can't go." The adult Moon Goddess raised her head, and the bright and bright smile disappeared from her face, "Mother, you can't go."

"The reproductive ability of human beings is so terrible, but it is just a flood, and they will never be destroyed. Besides, you can also create new human beings, and I will be with you."

Ninmah, the goddess who created humans, laughed and rubbed her daughter's head: "I'm sorry, Priya. All humans are my children, and I can't give up any of them."

This world-destroying flood is a warning from the gods to mankind.

Ning Mahe lowered his head and kissed her cheek: "Pleaia, if it's you, you must be able to understand, right?"

Gilgamesh watched the light disappear completely from the eyes of the goddess of the moon.

The corners of her lips curled up, but she seemed to be crying.

Gilgamesh knows.

Thus ended the goddess' long infancy.

From then on, that innocent girl who was as bright as moonlight disappeared.

Instead, it will be the goddess in his memory.

A goddess who plays with all the fetters in the palm of her hand, abandons her own love, and walks alone towards her only goal.

"Plea..."

He called the name only he could hear.

Why is he crying about it.

If being weak is a sin, then only being strong has a reason to live.

And what he did was nothing more than a meaningless... just watching from the sidelines.

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The author has something to say:

I thought about it, and when I saw the previous Priya's thoughts, it was probably the same: Is this god Priya?

This unresponsive emotion.

It is really difficult to write c flash (sigh