Inferiority from the Heart 2/3

As night deepened, sparse starlight shone through a skylight in the top floor of the cave, illuminating the spacious bed.

Samael exhaled a breath of stale air, smiled slightly, placed the clay tablet in his hand on the bed, and then pulled his arms out from Athena's arms and behind Tina's head, one after the other.

Good night.

After glancing briefly at the starlight, the man gently kissed the foreheads of the two peaceful sleeping faces, then carefully got up, quietly got out of bed, and walked out of the cave.

As Samael parted the branches and stepped into the bushes, she turned her back to his graceful figure, listened to the sounds, and then slowly turned around.

Under the serene moonlight, the tall, aloof goddess with a serpentine blood-red divine mark on her forehead revealed a hint of joy in her eyes when her gaze met that of the newcomer.

But then, a persistent sense of inferiority made her unconsciously lower her head, her fingertips gently brushing the purple strands that had been ruffled by the breeze behind her ears.

However, it was precisely that gentle lowering of her head that revealed the shyness and sensuality beneath her cold beauty, like a fine red wine that has been aged and treasured for a long time.

"Sorry Anna, I just got them to sleep. How long have you been waiting?"

Samael waved, stepped forward, and greeted his close friend with a smile.

"Not long..."

The Serpent Goddess responded casually, feigning nonchalance.

Samael glanced at the few bare tree branches at his feet and the leaves around him, and chuckled to himself as he shook his head.

Sure enough, it's still the same as always.

Afterwards, the ancient serpent stepped forward, placed its hands on Medusa's bare, fragrant shoulders, and offered a gentle blessing.

"Then, Happy Sunday, Anna!"

"Um..."

The goddess, who had grown into a mature woman with purple hair, slightly raised her head, her delicate body tensing up a bit, while her softness softened slightly.

Today is not only Athena Day, but also Anna Day, and even more so, the Gorgon Sisters Day.

They were born on the same day.

Of course, these adults and friends wouldn't show favoritism, so while Athena was asleep, they went to the Serpent Mother's house first to bring blessings and gifts to the three sisters.

However, the food and environment at the Serpent Mother's house were rather meager.

It's unrealistic to expect low-IQ gods and monsters to organize a banquet.

So, after discussing it, the two sides decided to combine multiple occasions and have Samael eat at his house.

Otherwise, given how many times Euryale and Stheno have gossiped about him behind his back, it would be a miracle if Samael just sat back and watched them act like royalty, doing nothing but sightseeing and eating and drinking.

Even so, the ancient serpent still felt it wasn't enough. Tonight, he needed to give Anna a special blessing and a unique gift.

"Shuba, little Anna."

Samael smiled slightly, habitually raised his hand, and gently stroked Medusa's head.

"Samael, I'm not a child anymore."

Medusa bit her cherry lips and gave a soft hum as a reminder, but her head and neck lowered unconsciously, and her fingers just touched her nipples at the right height.

"The night isn't too long, hurry up and keep up, don't just stand there."

The ancient snake chuckled to itself, then, to prevent the girl from getting angry, it immediately put on a serious face and, without saying a word, pulled her to the other side of its own cave entrance, pushed aside the stone slab, picked up the basket glowing with a ghostly blue light, and tilted it diagonally downwards.

After opening up a series of Wedge-shaped Divine Script along the way, which were woven into a Sorcery Array, the two finally arrived at their private space after many twists and turns.

Samael released Medusa's delicate hand, mysteriously placed the Soul Cage in a certain spot, then stood up, clapped his hands crisply, and smiled brightly.

"Now, the Anna's Birthday Banquet Shiki begins. Please offer your blessings, friends and family!"

In an instant, streaks of light activated and flickered, engraving themselves on the underground rock wall. Adorned with numerous divine cores, a complex Sorcery Array, with a transparent blue-white pillar of light rising from the center.

"Yes, little Anna has grown up. I'm relieved to see you're alright. Happy Birthday!"

In the spacious hall, a beautiful shrine maiden, dressed in a light green dress, holding a clay tablet, and with her hair neatly tied up, leaned slightly forward, her smile gentle, before the light screen.

"Well, it's been a long time, Anna. Although I would like to invite you to visit the Underworld, it seems that it won't be possible in the near future."

"However, with this guy around, I'm sure you'll have a very happy day. Happy Sunday."

The Underworld Goddess first waved to her former friend, then gave a light snort and rolled her eyes at a certain figure.

Sister Siduri ... and Sister Ereshkigal ...

Medusa stared in astonishment at the familiar figure that appeared on the light screen, and involuntarily raised her hand to cover her cherry lips, her eyes overflowing with the joy of reunion.

"You're an adult now? Happy Birthday, little Anna."

"No, we can't call it 'small' anymore. It's developing well. Tell me secretly, is it because that guy rubs it a lot?"

A certain seemingly respectable, green-haired old driver was exposed for her true colors with just one sentence.

"Haha, it's connected again? Let me see! Happy Sunday, Happy Sunday. The technique is still unstable, so I'll skip the gift, right?"

Ishtar smiled broadly, but after the initial excitement wore off, her eyes began to gleam.

"Others are busy? Hmph, what does that have to do with you, Your Majesty? Thanks to those bastards around you, I've been quite busy!"

Gilgamesh, sitting in a corner of the Great Hall, picked up a clay tablet related to the Judgment of the Dead, his face darkening as he grumbled.

But before the Underworld Judge could continue his rant, a pale arm grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the Spirit Communication Service Area.

"I'm sorry, Gilles has been working six months' worth of shifts and is only on vacation today, so she's a little emotionally unstable."

Dressed in white with her green hair tied up, Enkidu explained apologetically and then sincerely offered her blessings to her friend with whom she had a deep connection.

"Anna, Happy Sunday."

Medusa's eyes were filled with barely suppressed joy as she nodded or whispered to the familiar figures appearing in the pillar of light.

That bright smile radiated from within, spreading across the goddess's beautiful, aloof face.

This is truly the best gift she has ever received since she came of age.

Unexpectedly, after many years, Samael, with limited resources, secretly located the people of Mesopotamia and established Spirit Communication.

Through the beam of light, one could see Uruk's friends sitting around in the spacious and magnificent Great Hall.

On the outside, patches of lush green grass and flowers in full bloom can be vaguely seen, while some transparent figures solidified from souls, clad in armor and armed with weapons, guard the palace.

Many of those faces belonged to human soldiers who appeared during the Third Storm and the Battle of Uruk.

Medusa even spotted the one-armed general Tim among the soldiers, as well as the old man at the city gate who gave her the pancakes.

It seems that this is the Paradise Lost established by the underworld, where only innocent souls can enter.

Everyone is the same, everyone is still the same, that's great.

Medusa's eyes Gilgamesh as she sat cross-legged, engaging in lively conversation with her friends who appeared in the pillar of light.

At this moment, she forgot her destiny, forgot her tragic past, forgot the crisis hanging over her head, as if she had returned to the Uruk she once knew.