What Are the Gods' Ethical Standards?
Annanu looked at Nanshe, whose eyes were wide and whose bearing was imposing, and let out a long sigh.
He placed the brick-like clay tablet covered in a nauseatingly mushy love letter before Nanshe, then looked into her eyes and gently shook his head.
"What do you mean?" Nanshe asked cautiously.
"Nothing." Annanu shrugged. "I told you this last time, didn't I?"
"I can't return your feelings."
"Is it because I'm a god, and you're the Key of Heaven?" Nanshe emerged from the water and sat atop its surface, pouting as she looked at Annanu.
"I don't care about things like race. I know that even among a race of bastards—like you gods—there are bound to be a few oddballs who stand out as particularly pleasant in everyone else's eyes. Besides, I'm the least qualified person to say that." Annanu gave a self-mocking smile. "The Key of Heaven is nothing but a lump of mud."
"...Is it really okay to talk about gods like that right in front of me?" Nanshe looked rather speechless. "I'm more or less one of the Anunnaki gods, you know."
"...Whatever." Annanu rolled his eyes. "What I mean is that, as perhaps one of the rarest species in this world, I don't particularly care about racial differences."
"In fact, if I wanted to, I could breed with almost any race, from gods like you all the way down to a single fungus spore."
"And I could successfully bear offspring too, regardless of your gender."
Nanshe was utterly stunned by Annanu's remarks. Covering her ears, she cried out in near collapse, "Don't say things like that in front of a goddess who likes you! I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it!!!"
"And what is wrong