Even so, when she said "seventy percent," her voice trembled so badly it was ridiculous.
She even felt as though she had become Prometheus, her heart, liver, and lungs being pecked at by an eagle every moment. It hurt worse than Gilgamesh when the elixir of immortality he had found through countless hardships was stolen and eaten by a snake—more agonizing than Heracles after being poisoned by Hydra!
Just when she thought that after bleeding herself dry like this, Qianyi would surely agree to give her the gems, he shook his head again.
"I don't want treasure," Qianyi said.
"You don't want treasure?" Ishtar choked, her train of thought—previously occupied with figuring out how to haggle—coming to an abrupt halt.
If he did not want treasure, then what did Qianyi want?
Wait!
If he did not want money, then the only thing she could offer him was...
Her body?!!
The instant that possibility surfaced in her mind, the tips of Ishtar's ears turned red, then her cheeks, then her neck. Her entire body visibly flushed, and scorching steam even began to rise from her head.
No, no, no! How could that be acceptable?!
She was the Venus Goddess, the Goddess of Beauty, Uruk's protector, the mistress of the heavens. How could she casually give up her body and chastity over a few measly gems?!
Fine, reject him! With her own strength, she might still be able to defeat Gilgamesh!
Thinking this, Ishtar puffed out her chest and prepared to reject Qianyi. Yet when her gaze fell upon him—upon his face—she could not help swallowing.
W-What... what incredible charm!
Just how many blessings of love and beauty did this guy have on him?! It felt like it was even higher than her own B-rank Manifestation of Beauty!!!
Wait, now that she