"This king's entire life—well, this king's entire life hasn't done much good, but I don't think my sins are grave enough for fate to punish me by making Ishtar fall in love with me."
Gilgamesh stared at Annanu with utmost seriousness, drenched in sweat.
"So you'd better explain clearly to me why exactly this happened!"
He gritted his teeth, visibly unable to sit still.
Fuck, Ishtar actually liked him. Was there any torture in this world more cruel than that?
"Relax. Even if she did fall for you, she's probably been in love with you for over a year already." Annanu looked entirely unconcerned as he devoured meat with tremendous appetite. "She's gone more than a year without making a move on you, so that proves she probably has her own concerns and other thoughts."
"Oh, right. Has Ishtar left Uruk at all this past year?"
Remembering something, Annanu looked up at Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh had just heard the words "make a move," and a chill ran down his spine.
Fuck, that kind of thing—absolutely not!
After spacing out for a while, Gilgamesh finally came back to himself and answered Annanu's question somewhat listlessly.
"She has, but she never went far. She usually came back within a few days."
As he spoke, Gilgamesh remembered something else and added, "She seemed to have gone to see the goddess Nanshe. It seemed like things got a little unpleasant, but they didn't come to blows."
Gods rarely came to blows with one another. In fact, aside from Enlil presiding over the deaths of two craftsman gods during the first era of mankind's creation, and the gods in the underworld being eroded by the power of death, gods rarely died.
"The two of them met." Annanu curled his lip.
Honestly, he was rather curious.
"Gil,