Merlin Should Die!

"Even the reed wetlands have shown signs of monstrous activity; they are quite suitable for Mushushshu, who dwells in swamps."

"Furthermore, judging from the commotion heard earlier, it seems they are nesting and breeding there..."

"With this, the road from Uruk to Uruk will be cut off."

"The ores originating from the vicinity of Mount Epiph cannot be transported and processed quickly, which is rather troublesome."

Merlin habitually stroked his chin in thought, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes as he mused.

Then, the great sage, showing a rare serious expression, turned to Samael, who had accompanied him all the way, and offered an apologetic smile.

"Young man, I'm quite sorry that this has involved you, but thankfully, the crisis has been averted."

"The remaining road in this area should be very safe. What are your plans now?"

However, before Samael could carefully consider his reply, Anna, standing nearby, looked up and quietly suggested.

"Come to Uruk with us! It's the safest place right now!"

The Ancient Snake sensed the child's kindness, gently covered Anna's head with his palm, stroking it slightly, and chuckled as he nodded.

"That's fine. I have a mission and was planning to visit King Gilgamesh. We can travel together."

The succubus stood at the road ahead, a smile on her lips. She bowed slightly, performing an elegant courtly bow, and gestured an invitation.

"Then, the two of you, welcome to the world of Mesopotamia, humanity's oldest fortress city – Uruk!"

As the saying goes, seeing a mountain from afar and running to it feels much longer than it is. The magnificent city, though its outline had already appeared.

However, the three of them set out from the edge of the reed wetlands at noon. By the time they finally arrived on foot at the outskirts of Uruk, only the afterglow of sunset could be seen.

Under the blood-red setting sun, the entire city was bathed in magnificent colors. Vehicles for material transport and dispatched soldiers flowed endlessly on the sturdy, wide road.

The high walls on both sides, constructed from fired clay bricks and stones, emanated a halo of magical incantations, appearing indestructible.

The outer walls of the arched gates, painted with yellow and green pigments, were decorated with sculptures of livestock such as cattle, sheep, horses, and dogs. Their simple lines exuded an ancient charm.

Through the open gateways, the arrangements inside the city were faintly visible.

Even though it was nearing nightfall and during wartime, Uruk, which had gathered most of Mesopotamia's remaining population, was still bustling with activity.

The sounds of coming and going, trading, conversing, playing, training, and forging, all full of life, were incessant.

Fruit and vegetable stalls, pottery workshops, iron foundries, star observatories, livestock farms, inns, restaurants, and other establishments with distinctive functions were all present, appearing prosperous and lively.

Merlin, who was leading the way, handed over the travel pass around his neck at the city gate. He then led Samael and Anna, guiding them while they toured the fortress city of Uruk, which had withstood the monster tide for half a year.

"It's too late. Even if the King isn't asleep, he has a lot of work to do."

"Perhaps I should take you to the embassy to stay first, and tomorrow morning, we can go to the Royal Divine Tower for an audience."

After a brief glimpse of the charm of this Sumerian city, Merlin looked at the setting sun gradually sinking below the horizon and made his suggestion.

Samael glanced at Anna, who was busily crunching on a snack beside him, and smiled faintly.

"If meals are provided, I have no objections..."

When passing through the city gate inspection, a kind guard uncle, feeling pity for the child who had traveled through mountains and rivers to seek refuge in Uruk, gave Anna the biscuit-like snack he was carrying.

Afterward, from the moment the three of them entered the city, this girl's mouth had not stopped moving, like a gluttonous squirrel.

Anna sensed the gaze beside her and looked up with a hint of panic, her small face smudged with biscuit crumbs.

After recalling the previous topic, the little girl adorably nodded her head and, baring her fangs, issued a stern warning.

"Mhm, and Merlin, no cooking!"

The white-haired succubus first placed a hand on her chest in mock distress, then, under Anna's grinding threat, nodded helplessly.

"No problem, you can eat your fill this time!"

Samael and Merlin exchanged glances and nodded with mutual understanding.

The Ancient Snake could see that Anna had become much more cheerful along the way due to their banter, so he tacitly chose not to expose the great sage's little trick of teasing.

In addition, to satisfy his own appetite and wash away the fishy taste in his mouth, After identifying the location of the embassy, Samael took out a purse from his bag and prepared ten Witch's Silver coins separately. He entrusted the procurement task to little Anna, who was very curious about the city's streets.

As for the ten Witch's Silver coins, they were naturally her payment for running errands.

After watching the delighted little angel depart, Samael, with Merlin's cooperation, began to tidy up the embassy, which showed signs of being abandoned.

As night fell, with fresh fruits, cooked food, bedding, curtains, and other daily necessities purchased and brought back, the Ancient Snake voluntarily took on the role of chef, making some mushroom soup and regular stir-fried dishes.

Although he wasn't a master chef, living alone meant he had some foundation in cooking.

Coupled with the teachings of a certain Holy Prostitute, he could manage some basic dishes.

As for the diners' reviews, Anna, who was busily gnawing on Lamb Ribs and butter cake nearby, had already proven the deliciousness of the meal with her round little belly.

Merlin, holding his mead and drinking heartily, looked rather like a drunkard.

And although he claimed to be a succubus and that human food had no significant meaning to him, he couldn't help but try a few pieces and praised them highly.

Such behavior made Samael, who had been tricked by that "Stargazer" dish before, roll his eyes.

"From now on, Merlin is absolutely forbidden from entering the kitchen!"

Anna, who had been clinking glasses and sipping, suddenly, whether moved by emotion or recalling painful memories of the reed fields, slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

"If he dares to keep tricking us into eating cursed food, I'll bash his head in!"

Beside her, the Ancient Snake, who had just popped a juicy lamb rib into its mouth, slyly incited.

"Yeah! Bash his head in!"

Anna excitedly waved her small fists, her face flushing red. She then tilted her head back and drained the contents of her cup in one go.

Afterwards, before Samael could react, the Purple Haired Girl actually summoned her scythe and leaped over the table, heading straight for that guy Merlin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Anna! What you're holding is a Godly Artifact that Cuts the Undead! Playing around like this will get someone killed!"

The Incubus, terrified, dodged frantically.

"Kid! Quickly stop her!"

Samael frowned slightly, extending an arm to support Anna, who was staggering, to prevent her from bumping into anything.

Unexpectedly, as their bodies touched, a strong scent of alcohol wafted from the little girl's breath.

The Ancient Snake's expression darkened. It reached over and took the cup Anna had been using. The pale white milk at the bottom gave off a rich smell of barley wine.

"Merlin, you scoundrel, you actually snuck alcohol into Anna's milk! Go to hell!"

"It was just a little bit..."

"Besides, seeing how low her alcohol tolerance is, she should have started training earlier..."

The Incubus, peeking out from the doorway, offered a weak, dry chuckle as a flimsy excuse.

Tricking even a child, you're on your own, you damn Merlin!

The Ancient Snake, expressionless, released the little drunkard in its embrace and whispered seductively into the girl's ear.

"Hic..."

"Merlin... deserves to die!"

Anna burped, repeating the keywords she had just heard, her eyes glazed over. Staggering, she lunged forward like a little kitten baring its claws.

The Flower Magician, who had caused so much trouble along the way, finally faced the consequences of his actions, being chased around the courtyard by a drunken Anna.

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