Putting Yourself in Their Shoes

If there were any maids present at this moment, they would surely be unable to resist their curiosity and eavesdrop. In the corridors of Uruk Palace, a human and a deity are like friends walking home from school, chatting about gossip to pass the time.

Looking at Ishtar's sly expression that seemed to say "I know everything," Bai Mo was deeply impressed by Rin's inner strength. At least, this was something Ishtar could never do.

Ishtar leaned out, her expression suggesting she was eavesdropping, and whispered, "So, where are we? Don't worry, I won't tell Arcueid. By the way, do you prefer blondes?"

With a thud, Bai Mo gave the goddess, who had gotten the situation wrong, a sharp rap on the forehead and replied:

"What are you talking about? I need her help with a virus analysis. Once that's done, we can take the initiative."

Seeing Bai Mo's serious expression, Ishtar raised an eyebrow, her eyelid twitched, and she asked:

"You... that's all you told her? No, then why were you so considerate at the beginning?!"

"After all, it's asking for a favor, and it's a huge and troublesome project. It would be a problem if she refused because she was in a bad mood." Upon hearing this, Ishtar's expression changed from joking to astonishment.

Her intuition told her that Bai Mo's initial goal was indeed this. She covered her head and said:

"What on earth are you thinking... It's a good thing you have such strength... But if you keep going like this, one day you'll definitely get your comeuppance."

Let me give you a piece of advice: it's terrifying for a woman to be constantly unsatisfied. Be careful you don't end up being beaten to your knees!

After saying this, Ishtar left. Bai Mo watched her retreating figure with a puzzled look, then put her "advice" out of his mind.

Upon opening the door, a golden figure was already inside, her iridescent Mystic Eyes staring directly at Bai Mo without any restraint.

"What's wrong? Have you encountered any obstacles in your cultivation? Or are there any aspects of the cultivation techniques you don't understand?"

Crimson Moon's gaze clearly wasn't there to ask these questions, but Bai Mo couldn't think of any other reason why she would come to him. The Real of the World was returned when it returned from the Sea of Imaginary Numbers; could it be that she also had Bloodsucking Impulse?

"I came to you not to ask for your advice. The annotations in the cultivation technique are very detailed, so there's no need for that right now." Crimson Moon sat down in the main seat without any ceremony, acting as if she were the lady of the house, even though this was Bai Mo's room.

Bai Mo sat opposite her. The buildings in Uruk naturally didn't have windows, and Crimson Moon Crimson Moon's position was perfectly positioned with a bright, clear Mingyue hanging behind her.

She sat upright opposite me, her innate, unapproachable nobility tinged with an undeniable seriousness. She spoke:

"I saw what just happened." As she said this, the rainbow -Mystic Eyes narrowed, carrying a hint of reprimand.

"I remember I told you before, didn't I? As my ally, your attitude is far too accommodating. Putting aside the matter of that greedy goddess, what was that insult that was practically a criminal offense?"

Even if it was unintentional, we can't just let it go like that!

Crimson Moon's voice carried a hint of anger, an emotion Bai Mo had never heard before in her tone. He glanced out the window, his tone remaining relaxed as he said:

"I didn't expect you to project your senses to the outside world like this all the time?"

"Ahem, don't change the subject. I just... happened to sense it." Crimson Moon coughed lightly, a hint of unease flashing in her iridescent eyes. She glanced discreetly at the spot where the "Guardian of Human Order" medal was located.

Bai Mo couldn't help but think that Crimson Moon was making a fuss over nothing. She was naturally referring to Ereshkigal's accidental stone-throwing attack. Indeed, in many civilizations, throwing stones at people was a form of punishment, and also carried a degree of humiliation.

But she was angry because she herself had been through such a thing, so Bai Mo couldn't say she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Seeing that Bai Mo remained calm and composed, Crimson Moon felt a small, nameless anger rise within her. She frowned slightly and said:

"I won't say much about your previous attitude towards others, but now you are my ally, and also... In short, since you are standing shoulder to shoulder with me, your demeanor and style should also match mine. We share both glory and loss."

"And you should be more self-aware. If you don't even chase away the stray dogs on the street, one day you'll get bitten on the finger, just like some fool who was tricked into sucking blood."

As Crimson Moon said those words, Bai Mo seemed to hear Arcueid's angry growl.

"You can rest assured about that. I can sense most conspiracies before they happen. Having possessed this power for so long, you've also noticed that your senses have become extremely sharp, and they will never deceive you."

Hearing this, Crimson Moon sighed deeply. She glanced at Bai Mo repeatedly and whispered:

"Indeed, I must teach you properly what aristocratic etiquette is. At the very least, I need to teach you how to 'return the courtesy' when faced with impolite behavior."

If a powerful being does not respond to the presumptions of ants, more ignorant insects will mistake tolerance for cowardice and come one after another to harass it.

Hearing this, Bai Mo's lips twitched slightly as he said, "Ereshkigal is caught up in her emotions. Ishtar, after all, a goddess of Sumer, and she's probably already used to sticking her foot out to those she contracts with."

If you nitpick or become overly critical because of an unintentional mistake or cultural difference, wouldn't that also be considered impolite of you during your first meeting?

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, a faint blush crept onto Crimson Moon's face, which was as pure and aloof as a snow-capped mountain. She looked away and replied:

"I admit I was somewhat offensive that time, and looking back now it's truly shameful."

Thinking back to when I was finally resurrected, but hadn't yet gained enough power, I acted like a superior and had Bai Mo kiss my hand... I felt like a clueless buffoon.

Seeing that Crimson Moon's expression had finally softened, Bai Mo explained with a relaxed smile:

"Yes, back then you were a UO, undoubtedly the highest life form, and you were already used to treating others that way. Moreover, you didn't know my situation, so it was only natural for you to act that way."

So I won't be angry about your behavior back then, just as I won't be angry about Ishtar and the others. After all, there were extenuating circumstances, weren't there?"

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, Crimson Moon was momentarily speechless, yet at the same time, she felt a strange sense of relief, as if a weight had finally been lifted from her shoulders. She turned her head and coldly snorted:

"Smooth talker... We'll talk about manners later. Arcueid is too noisy, I'm going back now." She closed her eyes, and just as Bai Mo was about to say "Goodbye," she opened them, revealing those same iridescent eyes.

"You really don't care?"

Bai Mo suddenly felt an urge to laugh, but she held it back. Their eyes met, and the "feeling" she had just mentioned conveyed the answer. Then, Bai Mo smiled and nodded.