Maanna streaked through the sky, a trace of worry on Ishtar's face.
A confession, a confession.
Over the course of that year, her already modest enthusiasm had gradually cooled. She had come to realize one thing—
She did not actually like Gilgamesh all that much.
That flutter in her heart back then had perhaps only come from the fact that, after being rescued, the first person she saw was Gilgamesh. Gratitude and the relief of surviving a disaster had mixed together, along with a little excitement, causing Ishtar to misjudge her feelings for Gilgamesh.
But now, after this year in Anunnaki, Ishtar had completely calmed down and recognized her own heart. But—
She was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Some bastard god had somehow learned that she liked Gilgamesh and that she had wanted to confess back then but had not dared to. Then the entire Anunnaki had found out. Ishtar could not figure out which bastard had leaked it.
Now, the vast majority of gods knew one thing:
Ishtar liked Gilgamesh, the King of Uruk, but had not had time to confess. Out of embarrassment, she had slunk away and hidden in the divine realm of Anunnaki.
Ha ha.
How humiliating.
And what did that conclusion imply?
Gilgamesh was the heretical King of Men, a lowly demigod tainted with human blood, a rebel and a thief who had led humanity away from the path ordained by the gods.
Moreover, because of Gilgamesh, the divine armaments Key of Heaven and Chains of Heaven had also been lured away and taken the side opposing the gods—even that disobedient Key of Heaven had gone to take a stroll through the underworld guarded by that damned Ereshkigal.
What had he obtained from that detestable, terrifying god of the underworld?
No