Rovi was still working.
But as the system improved, his workload grew smaller and smaller. Large numbers of people had been added to the decision-making ranks, and many suitable talents had been discovered.
Slow but unwavering change continued.
Under Rovi's personal guidance, Uruk advanced from its primitive city-state system toward a vast bureaucratic structure.
For Rovi, this was undoubtedly something to be proud of.
It was more fulfilling than any city-building game he had played before being transported here.
Of course, while he had less work to do, Rovi also spent more and more time exhausted. His body was visibly weakening, and he spent most of every day lying in the courtyard, basking in the sun.
He had somehow lived the life of an eighty-year-old at twenty...
Sometimes, Gilgamesh, no longer as busy as before but still with plenty of matters to handle, would come by. The moment they met, Gilgamesh would start mouthing off, only to be snapped back at until his face turned blue.
Sometimes, Ishtar Rin would come by, making a racket, only for Little En to threaten her out. Yet she still failed to learn her lesson the next time.
Sometimes—or rather, most of the time—Enkidu would gently hold him, using her body to drive away Rovi's cold.
'The nation grew ever more prosperous, magnificent, and flourishing. People increasingly praised the one who had brought the wisdom of heaven.'
'But the sage's body grew weaker by the day.'
'Every day, he drifted in and out of sleep.'
'Traveling back and forth through the land of the dead countless times.'
'Wandering upon the boundary between life and death.'
"Ereshkigal, I'm here again." Rovi opened his eyes, looked at the scenery of the underworld before him and the figure standing amid it, and spoke as though he were