"Who are you?"
Blocking Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others was a person whose gender was impossible to discern.
Their gender was indiscernible, but "beautiful" was certainly an apt description. Beside them stood someone who looked exactly the same, so the two were probably twins.
"We are envoys from Chaldea, here to seek an audience with the King of Uruk," Lawrence said with a smile as she stood at the front of the group, while quietly guessing the identities of the two before her.
She was fairly confident she could identify them. After all, their features were quite distinctive. But saying it aloud now would undoubtedly make Chaldea seem more suspicious.
After thinking for a moment, Lawrence added, "We arrived here earlier alongside the goddess Nanshe, but for some reason, she suddenly went into the city by herself."
"The Mother Goddess?" One of the androgynous figures froze slightly, glanced behind them, and murmured something too softly for anyone else to hear.
"I will arrange for someone to notify the High Priest, but you may not enter the city for the time being." The other wore a gentle smile as they stepped forward and spoke softly. "However, we will arrange a place for you to rest outside the city."
"My apologies. Uruk is currently under martial law. If this offends you envoys in any way, please forgive us."
"After all, you are Servants, not ordinary civilians."
"Mm, we understand." Lawrence merely smiled, unbothered.
The fact that they had pointed out that Lawrence's group were Servants was, in truth, already a gesture of goodwill.
And with the first person's quiet mention of the "Mother Goddess," Lawrence was now completely certain of the two people's identities.
Kurgarru and Galatur.
The records concerning these two in mythological legends could only be described as a complete