Going to find Gilgamesh?
The Herrscher of Sentience immediately began searching her memories for everything she knew about Gilgamesh, mainly what Fu Hua had learned. Then, the image of a fair-skinned man with golden hair surfaced in her mind.
Then, the Herrscher of Sentience immediately thought of something else and blurted out, "As far as I know, the ancient Sumerians were actually black-haired, yellow-skinned people, right? It seems that many people in Uruk really were like that. So why does Gilgamesh look like a purebred European white man?"
Quetzalcoatl: "...Huh?"
I told you Gilgamesh might have a way to solve Fu Hua's problem, and what you cared about was whether that guy was white?
That train of thought left Quetzalcoatl utterly speechless.
In fact, people in the real world were speechless too. Many of them had even broken out in cold sweat.
After all, the peoples now living in the Middle East and around the Persian Gulf had long ceased to be the indigenous inhabitants from thousands of years ago.
As for where those indigenous people had gone...
Well, the history textbooks taught in various countries did not mention it either. They had probably randomly vanished along with the changes of civilization...
After quite a while, Quetzalcoatl finally gave an awkward laugh and said, "Well... probably because Gilgamesh is a demigod? After all, many gods in Sumerian mythology have fair skin and golden hair..."
Hearing that, the Herrscher of Sentience scratched her head in confusion. "Is that so? How strange. A civilization made up mostly of yellow-skinned, black-haired people worshipped myths featuring fair-skinned, golden-haired gods. What kind of strange worship is that? It feels like some bizarre combination of mental colonization and fabricated mythology."
Quetzalcoatl: "..."
What else could she say?
After all, she was an indigenous god from Central