[Comprehensive] Give me amnesia!

"Wow ah ah ah ah!"

Erika jumped up on the spot, knocking the unsuspecting clay figurine to the ground.

With transparent saliva on her fingers, Erika rubbed nervously on the turf, until the wonderful feeling of numbness to the bottom of her heart was replaced by a slight tingling pain, before she could barely stop.

The rate at which the heart beats is a bit odd.

(It must be because his saliva is too dirty!)

The girl looked at the culprit angrily.

The green-haired monster landed on all fours, looking at her innocently and even aggrievedly:

"Nana...?"

"..." Erika's anger miraculously disappeared countless times.

Under Shamhat's watching eyes, she sighed deeply, bent her index finger and thumb into a ring, and flicked Enkidu's forehead:

"Don't eat your fingers next time!"

Erika educated him seriously,

"Especially girls! No! Do you hear me?"

Her appearance was reflected in Enkidu's clear eyes, and Erika was suddenly discouraged, feeling that she was a bit stupid to care about a savage who didn't understand anything.

(Enkidu is a man. In this day and age, it is quite normal to be honest with women, not to mention that Enkidu...should not have thought of doing anything to me. If because of my precautions, let him If you can't enjoy normal happiness in your life...)

Erika rubbed her fingertips tangled up, and eased her tone:

"That... is actually possible..."

She shrank her neck back slightly, and said reluctantly:

"As long as it's someone you like, and the other person also likes you... Enkidu can do whatever he wants—huh?!"

Erika let out a strange cry.

The perspective was reversed suddenly, and when she came back to her senses, Erika suddenly found herself being pushed down on the soft turf again.

"???"

"Nana... likes..."

Enkidu expressed himself vaguely,

"I... Nana... like it!"

Erika was stunned for a second before realizing that something was wrong.

The wrist was locked lightly, although there was no pain, but it was impossible to break free.

After the powerful clay figurine unilaterally expressed his opinion, he bent down and rubbed against her neck lightly and heavily, breathing heavily on her skin, and the loose collar was even more precarious.

(this……)

Erika's complexion changed from white to red, and after she felt the subtle changes in the clay figurine's body, it directly changed from red to black, showing a look of grief and indignation:

"You traitor!!! My lord has not yet reached the legal age of marriage!!!"

Shamhart had left at some point.

According to her way of thinking, it was probably to make room for the two of them.

Erika recalled her sister's subtle eyes and rich mental activities, and felt that she was really stupid for not listening to the old man.

Shamhart was not here, and Erika was not going to keep her hand anymore. When she began to think about which leg to break, the green hairy monster suddenly stopped rubbing her and hugged her tightly with both hands. Tight, turn her to the right——

— Enkidu hugged her, rolling happily on the soft, fragrant turf.

——While rolling, he let out an innocent laugh.

——He smiled and put his fluffy head against her affectionately.

After Enkidu finished playing happily, Erika, who was dizzy from rolling with him, sat up expressionlessly, pushed away the clay figure who was trying to stop her, and slapped herself hard.

No matter how Erika doubts life, she still has to keep going.

She didn't want to explore the subtle changes she felt at that time, and she didn't want to face her assimilated dirty heart, so she could only focus on teaching Enkidu.

The daily grooming, water splashing, and sleeping together sessions were canceled in one go.Erika ruthlessly ignored the pitiful grievance of the green hairy monster, while studying cuneiform characters at night, and speeding up the speed of imparting knowledge.

Since the teaching session was deliberately chosen during Shamhat's [courtesy departure], the prostitute has not discovered the truth of Enkidu's progress so far, and has always thought that Erika was preaching [with her body].

Enkidu absorbs knowledge like a sponge, and he makes obvious progress every day. Instead of jumping out word by word, he can speak coherent long sentences; at the same time, his appearance is also undergoing changes. The changes are becoming more and more slender, the wildness is getting less and less, and the emotions and desires of "people" are getting more and more.Up to now, Erika can no longer see Enkidu as a sexless beast, and she has quit the habit of sleeping with him in his arms.

(...Ah, I haven't completely quit yet.)

Because staying up late to study and rush to work is very tiring, Erika sometimes leans against a tree to rest for a while, and falls asleep accidentally.

Although he had told Enkidu to wake him up in time, the apprentice who was getting better at learning also became disobedient.

The black-haired girl opened her eyes sleepily, and looked around—

As expected, she was being held in Enkidu's arms like a child. Enkidu's footsteps were very light, and he could not feel the bumps at all when he was held in his arms; he had lost his hair and was naked.The exposed skin is cool, and it is very comfortable to lean on on a hot day.

Erika almost fell asleep comfortably again,

She rubbed her eyes and tugged at Enkidu's hair, motioning for him to put her down.

"Nana, you're awake."

It was Shamhat who spoke, and Erika cast her gaze on her, only to realize that there was an extra man in the team at some point.

"This is a traveler from Ur, who brings a message from Uruk."

Shamhart looked serious,

"The king is seriously ill."

"...???"

There is no more refreshing news than waking up to hear that your mission target is going to die.

Erika grabbed the Ur man who seemed to be cowering, her hands were shaking violently:

"what happened?!"

The people of Ur seemed to be frightened by her terrifying expression, and he spoke intermittently. He mentioned that the king waited impatiently for the "lock" to go out hunting, and was attacked by a black beast that he had never seen before. The goddesses Ishtar and Ningsun also had nothing to do with his injuries.

"Everyone in the city guessed that some great god sent down the punishment from heaven,"

The people of Ur sighed,

"The king of Uruk has a violent temperament and is arrogant. He even dared to offend the gods in the sky. If this is true, the people in the entire city will be because of the king's willfulness..."

"Bullshit!"

Shamhart interrupted him angrily,

"The king's temperament is indeed not as gentle as before, but he will never bring disasters to Uruk, and he will never leave us!"

She turned her face away, trying to find approval from the king's blood relatives and her younger sister, but the girl named [Janana] disappeared from the spot as early as in the middle of their conversation.

"Where did Nana go?"

Shamhart frowned,

"This forest is dense and dark. If you lose it, it will be difficult to find it."

Enkidu didn't respond to her.

The green-haired clay figurine, who is more and more like a human being, looks thoughtfully at the place where the girl disappeared, and the emerald-colored eyes flashed with intellectual light.

He closed his eyes, moved closer to the position where the girlish breath remained, and slowly squatted down.

"Nana is here, I will wait for her."

The atmosphere of Uruk's royal palace is oppressive and gloomy, and the resplendent and resplendent floor bricks and walls seem to be covered in dust.

Whispering voices sounded in the dark corner, and the maids and ministers went in and out with their heads lowered, as silent as shadows.

Kish has not yet been destroyed, and the shadow from afar hangs over Uruk. However, the powerful king who leads the people and is in his prime has fallen into a coma for unknown reasons and has been unable to wake up for a long time.

But the real situation is more serious than the folk rumors.

Erika propped herself up against the wall, made herself transparent, held her breath, and watched the two goddesses communicating beside the couch, feeling extremely anxious.

(It's all my fault...)

Erika clenched her teeth, her nails dug into her palms,

(If I hadn’t cared about Shamhat’s safety without looking for trouble, so many things would not have happened. Later, I was greedy for Enkidu’s tenderness and naivety and didn’t want to let go, but I forgot my most important task...)

Ishtar and Ning Sun were discussing Gilgamesh's injury. Several times, their fingertips flashed with divine power, and the king's ashen complexion seemed to improve, but finally fell silent again.

The wound was located under the left shoulder blade, and life force flowed out from the hole the size of a coin. It seemed a small wound, but no matter how much divine power and treasure the goddess used, she couldn't heal it.The poisonous and vicious blood had already changed color, and the dark liquid seemed to flow endlessly, taking away Gilgamesh's lifespan continuously.

Divine blood is resistant to common poisons, and with Gilgamesh's extraordinary will and heart, using spiritual pollution to deal with him will have no effect.

But the "beast" is different.

They are the strongest weapon against "historical value".

In front of ordinary people or most creatures, they are just "slightly stronger" ordinary monsters.They can crush skulls and tear apart flesh and blood, but they cannot crush mediocre lives that lack historical value, let alone completely erase their existence.

From the perspective of heroes, "beasts" can be defeated.

But this is a wrong perception that cannot be regretted.

The higher the historical value, the more aggressive the "beast" will be. The aggressiveness does not lie in its quantification, but its pertinence.Standing at the height of Gilgamesh's history, the beast he faced must have developed wisdom beyond human limits in an instant, analyzed the value of Gilgamesh, and specially made "□ □".

The discussion between Ishtar and Ningsun came to an end, and the latter's handsome face showed sadness, just like the mother of all human beings.

Erika turned her face slightly to the side, and entered the hint that she was ready into the minds of the two goddesses. Looking at the backs of their departure, she dispelled the transparency and came out from the corner of the wall.

At this moment, Gilgamesh's eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, his blond hair was withered and dark, and his eyes were faintly blue, showing signs of a dying person.

The black-haired girl stood beside the bed, tentatively touching the cold surface of the king with her fingertips.

(If it is later, all the history related to this era will be overturned, and I will never be able to return to the world my mother likes, nor can I...)

Looking at this gloomy and gloomy scroll, the tears she held back for a long time finally fell.