Jerk, Drop Dead

Ishtar: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Yuan Shikai: "Was I not clear enough? I'll say it again. Will you undo the conversion ritual yourself, or do I have to enforce the family rules and make you undo it?"

This isn't how the story is supposed to go! This isn't in the script! He may be strong, but I'm a goddess.

Even if that arrow had hit me and I'd died, I could have accepted him weeping over my body.

But he blocked a killing blow for me, then turned around and threatened me? Does he think I can't swing a sword anymore?

Wait! He works for Human Order, so he can't disobey his boss's orders. But he can't bear to watch me die, either, so he's prepared to die himself.

In an instant, Ishtar thought she understood everything. He plans to die by my hand, sacrificing himself to prove his loyalty to Human Order.

A whole romantic drama took shape in Ishtar's mind: the male lead was ordered by his superiors to assassinate the female lead, only to discover she was his lover from years ago.

In the end, he pretended to lose and died by her hand. Soap operas like that were still popular these days.

So that's it. Instead of holding my corpse and crying, he chose to let me hold his and weep.

I never knew he loved me so much, even though I have no memories of being with him. I'm not even the woman he remembers.

Ishtar's eyes reddened, but as a goddess, she could not let herself cry so easily.

Ishtar: "If that's your choice, then I'll honor it. I'll remember you forever."

Yuan Shikai: "???" Are we even having the same conversation?

Yustica: "It is Ishtar, after all. Her personality