All of a sudden, Higashino Kanade seemed to see something. His expression shifted from surprise to delight, followed by a deeply relieved smile.
"You still dare to play tricks? Stalling is useless. Die!"
Just as Ereshkigal was about to thrust her spear forward and neatly lop off Higashino Kanade's head, a slender, fair hand landed on her shoulder.
"Enkidu, are you trying to stop me?"
Ereshkigal glanced at the hand on her shoulder, her elegant brows rising in anger. Just as she was about to rebuke them, she realized that this hand seemed a size smaller than Enkidu's.
"What do you think you're doing to my beloved?"
A clear, gentle voice entered Ereshkigal's ears. Slowly turning her head, she saw a young woman wearing a cherry-pink kimono embroidered with exquisite flowers, her waterfall-like black hair flowing all the way down to her waist.
The woman was beautiful beyond belief, possessing a kind of beauty that could not be described with any words of reality. Her aura was even more dreamlike and ethereal, as though she should not exist in this world—a goddess who belonged only in dreams.
Ereshkigal recognized that perfect face, brimming with androgynous beauty. It was the face that had driven her mad with jealousy, making her wish she could replace her outright. The newcomer was Higashino Kanade's wife, Ryougi Shiki!
We're safe... Higashino Kanade let out a long breath in his heart. His Sharingan had been saved.
The moment Ryougi Shiki—no, Root Shiki—appeared, Higashino Kanade knew he was safe. Once again, he had clung to Ryougi Shiki's thigh and lived off her.
"Ryougi Shiki!" Ereshkigal cried out in fright. She swept her gaze around and demanded loudly, "Where is Enkidu? What did you do to her?"
"I slashed her once just now, and she already ran away.