The Double Joy of Falling Asleep

As the Sorcery Array gradually faded, Gilgamesh leaned back on his throne and gently pressed his brow.

"Your Majesty, there is something I need your decision on."

"During the time when that Shepherd Priest was acting as the acting shepherd, he issued a decision that was not recorded and for which a great deal of manpower and resources were invested."

"Currently, all the able-bodied young men gathered from Ur and Eridu have been deployed to unknown locations to carry out missions."

"Just now, General Tim, who is in charge of the team, arrived and said that this is not enough and a new batch of supplies is needed."

Siduri, holding the clay tablet, stepped forward with a troubled expression. When she saw that the Heroic King had not responded for a long time, she couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"Or perhaps we should..."

How much do you need?

Gilgamesh, regaining his senses, raised his hand to stop him and asked directly.

"Based on the list in the Clay Tablet, it is conservatively estimated that one-third of the materials needed for the sacrificial site and one-quarter of certain special materials from the Treasury of Babylon are required."

The high priest looked slightly embarrassed, somewhat regretting that he had placed that Shepherd Priest on the throne in the emergency.

"Give me half of the sacrificial site, and I'll give him three times the amount of materials from the Treasury of Babylon!"

"In addition, assign 2,000 able-bodied men and 70 Magecraft to escort them, and tell them they are not coming back and must obey Tim's orders."

"Huh? This..."

Upon hearing about this extravagant, almost wasteful, expenditure, Siduri was momentarily stunned.

"I really like what he said to Merlin."

"If you doubt someone, don't be suspicious; if you doubt someone, don't be suspicious."

"Samael is not a fool; he has his own reasons for doing what he did."

"Since you have chosen to believe, what harm is there in my full support!"

Gilgamesh rested his chin on one hand, appearing very casual and carefree.

"However, due to the torrential rain, we have already lost some of our supplies, and the supply from all sides cannot keep up."

"If supplies are allocated at this rate, Uruk will have less than three months' worth of provisions."

"Your Majesty, isn't this too risky?"

Siduri, who was in charge of logistics, felt her blood pressure rise whenever she thought of the somewhat empty warehouses.

"Alright, this is an order, do as instructed."

Gilgamesh his hand authoritatively, finalizing the decision, and Siduri had no choice but to obey.

As the high priest was about to leave the Royal Palace Divine Tower, the Heroic King seemed to have thought of something and asked in a low voice, resting his chin on his hand.

"Siduri, Nabisthin's Tooth, how are the preparations going?"

The high priest stopped, turned slightly, and nodded in response to Zheng Xuan.

"Your Majesty, everything has been arranged exactly as you requested."

"Very good, go ahead. Also..."

"You won't be keeping watch tonight; you need to get some rest too."

Gilgamesh's eyes cleared of gloom, and he opened his lips slightly in thought, before adding another sentence.

"This, too, is an order..."

Siduri nodded helplessly, took away some matters that needed to be resolved, and closed the gate of the Royal Palace Divine Tower.

At this moment, a chilling wind and rain swept into the royal court from outside the empty railings on both sides. Gilgamesh rose and paced back and forth, looking at the torrential rain that enveloped the entire city of Uruk, his face somewhat gloomy.

Three months? That's enough...

Because this place probably won't even last three months...

Then, this man with deep eyes looked slowly towards the outside of the North Wall, at the open space filled with drained water, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Boy, I have given you the best terms.

Let's see who comes out on top with their prepared backup plans.

Meanwhile, in the underworld, in a secluded valley filled with flowers, Samael sat on a rock, frowning in deep thought.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft hand gently patted his shoulder.

"Thinking about tomorrow's surprise attack?"

She leaned against a rock and asked softly.

"Well, plans can't keep up with changes, this is a bit tricky."

Samael nodded helplessly, a shadow falling over his brow.

"Although the Three Goddesses cannot attack each other, I will find a way to cover your advance in the area outside the Temple of Blood."

Looking at the man's furrowed brow, Ereshkigal suppressed the urge to reach out and smooth the marks, and instead softly comforted him.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Ereshkigal."

Samael snapped out of his daze and smiled.

He wasn't just thinking about the Beast Goddess; he was also worried about how to protect Anna as much as possible without Marduk's Axe.

However, there's no need to add unnecessary worries to your pet dog.

At this moment, the unusually gentle Ereshkigal shook her head slightly.

"I don't dislike hardworking people..."

Then, her two delicate hands cupped Samael's cheeks and gently pulled him to one side.

"Okay, don't think about it too much."

Even the most brilliant minds need rest to relieve some stress.

"Maybe a good idea will come after a good night's sleep..."

Samael lay down sideways, his head and neck resting on his knees, which were together.

"Good boy/girl..."

The gentle caress, like a feather brushing against the ear, brought waves of comfort and a tingling sensation. Ereshkigal also reached out and touched the furrow between Samael's brows, gently smoothing out the lines.

As the two thighs thoughtfully adjusted the height and angle of his head, Samael couldn't help but succumb.

The accumulated pressure of the past few days brought a wave of drowsiness to his head, and under the influence of sleepiness, Gu She unconsciously closed his eyes.

But the worries buried in my heart still inadvertently turned into muffled murmurs.

Mother Goddess, some things are really difficult, and I can't find the optimal solution.

It seems that no matter which path we take, necessary sacrifices will be required...

But I just couldn't bring myself to make those decisions.

If you were here, would things be any better?

I'm sorry to have disappointed you...

As the night deepened, the fluorescent lights flickered, and Samael unconsciously poured out the burdens he had been carrying.

It was like an invisible response, or a gentle comfort, a low hum emanating from the silk thread, leaving a faint trace deep within the soul of the ancient serpent.

Aaaaa...

The next day, as if hearing a wake-up call from the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, Samael was jolted awake.

Ereshkigal was startled and looked at the fingers and palms that were unconsciously pressing on her skin. A hint of reproach welled up in her eyes.

"Hand... holding..."

But when the Underworld Goddess raised her pretty face and hummed to tell this guy not to push his luck, her eyes, which were meeting Samael's gaze, froze instantly.

Your eyes!

The ancient snake instinctively picked up a crystal fragment to use as a mirror. It saw that the pair of pupils shimmered like red cross stars as they opened and closed, beautiful and profound.

At the same time, a burst of light exploded in his mind. Samael was momentarily dazed, and after receiving the general information, his eyes flashed with wild joy.

Authority Stripping!

Now, without sacrificing Anna or needing Marduk's Axe, he has a way to deal with the Gorgon!

Thank you, Mother Goddess!

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