"This is..." Ele froze, trembling as she held the flower, her eyes reddening.
"If I held no sword, I couldn't protect you. If I kept gripping my sword, I couldn't hold you close. So..." Qianyi looked at Ele and took her hands, slowly folding her fingers around the pale yellow flower, carefully sheltering it in her palm. "Hold this flower for now. May it bring you a little warmth. Once that child is saved, there'll be plenty of time—so much that you'll grow tired of it—to feel warmth."
Ele clenched the flower tightly, feeling waves of warmth radiating from it. Her previous sense of loss was instantly filled by an indescribable happiness. "Mm! I'll... protect it properly!"
"Hey, hey, hey! You two, that's enough already! Isn't it just a flower? If this goddess wanted to, I could make all of Babylon bloom with flowers!" Ishtar, who had been busy stuffing gems into her personal storage space, finally couldn't stand it anymore and curled her lips sourly.
Though she had just obtained a mountain of priceless gems, the sight of that utterly ordinary little flower in Ele's hand inexplicably made a sour feeling rise in her chest.
Damn it! Ele was clearly the least like me, the darkest and most unpleasant "me," so why did Qianyi always take such special care of her?
When they left Mesopotamia, he had specifically taken her with them. Whenever she got angry, he immediately stood up for her. Whenever she was unhappy, he immediately made flowers to cheer her up. Yet when it came to me, he was so stingy even with a few gems!
No! The more she thought about it, the angrier she got!
Later, she absolutely had to smash Gilgamesh's dog head to vent her frustration!!
Not wanting to watch this unfair