But I Refuse!

As the slight tremors gradually subsided, Samael pulled Anna up from the ground and frowned as he looked into the depths of the dense forest.

Has the Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan become so powerful that even the Mother Goddess Tiamat is wary of him?

Edessa ...

Perhaps it's because the axe that once wounded the Mother Goddess Marduk's Axe is located there?

The ancient serpent pondered for a moment, but still couldn't figure it out, so it could only put the question aside for the time being and turn to look at Ur City.

The humans here seem to have become accustomed to similar tremors; they cry when they should cry, and sleep when they should sleep, and no one takes the previous strange occurrences to heart.

After a few dozen breaths, Samael, having comforted her, made up her mind to convey the grievances of the people of Ur City and uphold justice. The little girl, harboring a great ideal, went inside and fell asleep.

Having just comforted the little girl, she, draped in a bathrobe, her long black hair cascading over half her shoulders, arrived beside Samael.

Watching Ishtar stretch her long hair in the breeze, Samael guessed she was probably there to dry her hair.

However, as one of their own, Kosho generously left an empty seat.

At that moment, a certain "generous" man, out of the corner of his eye, looked at her delicate collarbone and half of her snow-white breasts, which were covered by a white bathrobe, with an appreciative attitude.

Unfortunately, the ditch isn't deep enough, bad review...

Samael glanced sideways at the figure tidying up the bathtub, grabbing the corner to prevent it from slipping out, and shook his head slightly, secretly complaining to himself.

Your open space, with no undulations, can't possibly support a loosely shaped bathtub, right?

Ultimately, we have to face reality, right, my goddess?

Achoo!

Whether it was Samael's whispers behind his back or the bad things he had done, he was being secretly insulted by some people.

Ishtar felt a sudden chill for no reason, goosebumps rose all over her back, and she sneezed loudly.

In a moment of carelessness, the goddess's hand trembled as she prepared to re-tie a corner of her bathrobe, which suddenly slipped off.

At the critical moment, a finger and palm barely grabbed the corner, helping to prop up the cover, while the person turned their head to the side to avoid the danger.

"It's windy at night, so I suggest you open the window and hang your hair inside to dry. There's no need to come out."

Samael had long been familiar with this face's ability to falter at crucial moments, so he casually handed over a corner of the bathtub, and habitually muttered a few words.

"Tch, beauty needs to be appreciated by the public, and what's the point of staying cooped up in a house compared to enjoying the freedom outside?"

Ishtar forced a smile, maintaining her composure, and didn't forget to offer a lame excuse for herself.

Yes, yes, you're right.

Samael rolled his eyes, slumped forward, and leaned against the railing, looking down at the gradually quieting night in Ur City.

Feeling humiliated, Ishtar looked at the nonchalant guy next to her and couldn't help but feel frustrated, wrinkling her nose and muttering to herself.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be Goddess of Beauty, why didn't you look over here just now?"

Samael's expression was strange. He looked at the familiar face and his thoughts began to wander.

How should I put it? Should I tell her that I've crawled over almost every inch of this identical body in the underworld?

Furthermore, I probably know more about the body measurements of every part of you, my Goddess of Beauty, than you do.

Don't even mention taking off your bathrobe; even if you stood naked in front of me, there would be no surprises.

After thinking it over, Samael realized that if she said it out loud, she would probably be beaten to death by Ereshkigal and Ishtar, and skinned alive. So she immediately forced a fake smile.

"Beauty is often just an appearance. I respect your other identities, Ishtar, even more, such as the goddess of war and the Goddess of Fertility."

"I would feel guilty for blaspheming God in such an unexpected situation."

A certain underworld creature climbs onto its owner's bed every day; a cunning and venomous snake, whose words and actions contradict each other; a liar.

But this time, Ishtar felt unusually perceptive, and suspiciously circled around someone.

"I always feel that you are a little guilty when you say this, just like when I report to Father God every time I get into trouble."

Samael's expression froze, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he was about to speak to make amends.

However, the Sky Goddess casually waved her hand and took the initiative to change the subject.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what you think about this kind of thing."

"I came out to ask you, how are things going with what you've been thinking about during the day?"

"I don't know if it's because of this body or something else, but I find you quite pleasing to the eye."

"After this is all over, stop hanging out with that good-for-nothing Gilgamesh and become my priest."

You still remember this? I thought it was just a casual remark.

Samael was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Seeing Ishtar leaning against the railing, waiting for a response, he hesitated for a moment, then stroked his chin and asked curiously.

"Ishtar, can you tell me why you suddenly have this idea? I'm just an ordinary person with little value, isn't this too much of a favor?"

"Ordinary people?"

"Would an arrogant fellow Gilgamesh entrust two-tenths of the Treasury of Babylon's mineral reserves to an ordinary person?"

"Not to mention that Young Goddess Form who's always clinging to you, even a main god like Quetzalcoatl is very interested in you. And you still call yourself a worthless ordinary person?"

The goddess pursed her lips, then a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"I don't know the specific reasons, but the more people scramble for something, the higher its value should be!"

"This is the precious experience I've accumulated over millions of years!"

Anyway, getting my hands on you is definitely not a bad deal!

"At worst, I can just resell it."

As she spoke, Ishtar raised her chin high, revealing her smooth swan-like neck, and her eyes occasionally glanced triumphantly at the slightly surprised Samael, with a hint of "Praise this goddess!" pride.

Is it a case of hoarding a rare commodity?

How come your business acumen and wit immediately kick in when money is involved?

Samael composed himself, rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly, somewhat speechless at the middleman who planned to imprison him and then sell him to Anna and Quetzalcoatl.

Since you've already said that...

"Uh-huh..."

"I refuse!"

"Uh-huh?!"

Samael raised his hand in response without flinching, looking at Ishtar expectantly, but the smile on his face immediately froze.

"It's nothing, I'm going back to sleep now, I have to travel tomorrow morning."

Just as the ancient serpent was about to turn and leave, Ishtar, regaining his senses, hurriedly grabbed Samael's shoulder.

"Wait, I am the War Goddess you worship! What glory is there in serving my faith?"

"Faith is something you keep in your heart; you don't need to fawn over someone every day. I won't do that!"

"Let's think about it some more. The temple offers very good benefits, with free room and board and fifty Witch's Silver every month."

"I work at the sacrificial site and can earn over a hundred Witch's Silver every month."

Samael rolled his eyes slightly, remaining completely unmoved.