After Annanu and Enkidu's professional appraisal, the two of them figured it out.
This stone tablet was a love letter.
"That god named Nanshe likes you?" Enkidu's expression was even more spectacular than Annanu's.
This was a little too absurd. Not even bards would write such bullshit into their stories.
"What did you even do for her to fall for you?" In that instant, Enkidu completely forgot that his mind was connected to Annanu's and asked with great interest.
"Uh... I nearly beat her up?"
Annanu showed no embarrassment whatsoever. He was studying the love letter quite seriously.
"Ah."
He noticed something.
"What is it?" Enkidu tilted his head.
"Here, there's a typo." Annanu pointed at a character on the tablet and spoke to Enkidu.
Enkidu:?
"What... are you trying to do?" Enkidu had a feeling something interesting was about to happen.
"I think her love letter is badly written." Annanu tapped the tablet with his knuckles and said solemnly, "Not only are there typos, but the wording is far too mushy, to the point that the person confessing can't possibly feel that..."
"Shyness and anticipation."
"So what are you planning to do?"
Enkidu took the tablet and looked it over, asking with interest.
"I'm heading out. I need to teach her how to write a love letter." After saying that, Annanu took the tablet and left his room, flying toward the outskirts of Uruk. Gilgamesh happened to see his departing figure.
"What is that guy planning to do?" Gilgamesh watched Annanu flying through the sky in the middle of the night with a brick in hand and fell into deep thought.
Nanshe was lying on the water's surface, asleep, when she suddenly sensed something approaching her.
"Hey, wake up."
Something poked her side twice.
"Wahhh—!"
She was instantly startled