A Goddess More Precious Than Gems

Why only thirty percent?! Aaaaah!

At the northwest corner of Uruk, Ishtar sat aboard the Sky Ark Ma'anna, staring at the closed Gate of Babylon as she wildly tugged at her hair and rolled around in the clouds, feeling her heart bleed without end.

But there was nothing she could do. She had been careless, let that guy catch her, and gotten the lion's share extorted away.

And now even the Golden Key Sword had fallen into his hands. The moment she secured her fixed share, the Treasury of Babylon's activated automatic defense system had thrown her out. All she could do was watch the remaining wealth fall into someone else's hands.

Stupid snake! Rotten bastard! Greedy miser! Damn it!

Ishtar ground her pearly teeth and muttered tearfully. Her hands tugged hard in frustration, kneading her unfortunate pet, the Bull of Heaven, into a ball and stretching him into all sorts of twisted shapes like a rubber band. He could barely even scream, and could only look at his heartless mistress with tearful eyes, hoping to awaken at least a shred of her conscience.

No! This goddess was famous for taking without giving! Since when was I supposed to let that guy rob me blind?!

Thirty percent of the wealth had already exhausted my carrying capacity. His seventy percent would definitely take several trips, which meant the Golden Key Sword was still in his hands for now!

Beneath the pitch-black night sky, Ishtar's ruby eyes gleamed as she gazed quietly toward the brightly lit embassy.

Meanwhile, inside the embassy, the group that had rarely gathered together continued chatting and drinking.

The moment Samael entered the courtyard, a full cup of ale was tossed at him from the shadows around the corner.

"Did you get rid of that crazy woman?"

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