For the seventeen-person team, Annanu did not immediately arrange training. Even he had many things to prepare.
"Is that so? So that's what you intend to do. But won't seventeen people be a little too few?"
That night, Annanu returned to the palace. Enkidu sat beside him, watching him with a smile as he asked softly.
"Perhaps it is a little few. In fact, what surprised me most was that I only managed to find twenty people." Annanu flopped onto the bed, nearly smashing the hard pillow beneath him. "It feels like the young people of this city-state don't have much sense of belonging toward Gil."
"Even though things have changed now, it's impossible to erase what he did in the past." Enkidu stepped down from his seat and sat beside Annanu. "From tyrant to wise king... even if he has made his choice, he still has a long road ahead of him."
"Honestly, judging from the information we had before, the fact that he was able to make that choice was already beyond the data." Annanu sat up and placed his hand over Enkidu's, exchanging information.
"Can he really become better? And what about the gods?"
Enkidu leaned against Annanu, his voice filled with deep sorrow.
"We were deceived by the gods, Annanu."
"Utu, Enki, even Enlil—perhaps the entire divine realm of the Anunnaki. We were deceived by them."
Listening to Enkidu's words, Annanu let out a long sigh.
"I know, Enkidu."
"What you think is what I think. What you desire is what I desire. Of course I know what you are thinking."
Ever since returning from the Cedar Forest, Annanu and Enkidu had still laughed and played with Gilgamesh, but were their true emotions really as indifferent as they appeared?
They were no longer machines. One day,