As Durandal grew brighter and brighter, Siduri’s eyes only became more resolute. Beside her, Sylvie was too shocked to speak.
She had once heard in passing that this priestess, who had assisted the king since long ago, was one of Uruk’s strongest, but she had never imagined she would be this strong.
The immense magical energy of a demigod poured into Durandal, gradually gathering along the blade and becoming an ever-brighter light.
Unlike the dazzling radiance of Excalibur, this light was gentle and steadfast, just like Siduri herself.
“No, High Priestess!”
Sylvie suddenly realized what she was about to do and tried to step forward to stop her, only to be pinned in place by Siduri’s magical energy.
“It’s all right, Sylvie. It really is. All good things exist forever. They only freeze over like ice, and one day, they will bloom again like flowers.”
Siduri’s expression was sincere as she raised the holy sword, ready to release it.
She looked at the falling ruin, large enough to bury almost half of Uruk, and lifted the sword in her hand.
Just as she was about to bring it down—
“Priestess, you may lower your sword.”
A cool but gentle voice sounded. Siduri looked sternly at the person who had suddenly appeared beside her.
“You were already sent to the prison, were you not, outsider?”
Long hair close to green, giving off a faint glow. A beauty that was neither male nor female, beyond common sense and gender. A humanoid appearance of about sixteen years old.
It was such a person who had appeared before Siduri.
And not long ago, she herself had personally escorted them to prison.
“Yes. I had originally planned to wait and observe, then correct him after I met him. But now does not seem to be the time.”
“What… do you mean?”
Siduri frowned. She did not understand what Enkidu was saying.
“Gilgamesh. Your king. I must find him, and then I must correct him. Only I can contain his power. That is my mission.”
“Our king has done nothing wrong that requires an outsider to correct him!”
Siduri’s gaze turned hostile. No matter how much she complained about Gilgamesh in ordinary times, she would never tolerate some person from who knew where insulting the king.
But Enkidu, who had only just walked out of the mountains, failed to grasp the meaning behind her words.
Enkidu tilted their head. They felt that the woman before them was angry, but they could not quite understand why Siduri was angry.
In the end, they took her words literally and refuted her.
“He and I are not outsiders to each other. He and I are naturally bound together! Our relationship is witnessed by the gods! If he has done something wrong, then I have to intervene!”
With that, Enkidu ignored Siduri’s shocked gaze and flew alone toward the temple ruins overhead.
And so… the residents of Uruk all saw a light.
As Enkidu flew higher and higher, the light grew stronger and stronger, reaching its peak the instant it touched the ruins.
BOOOOOOOOOM! RRIPPPPP!
The light burst apart, and the temple, which had still been mostly intact, exploded outright, turning into small chunks of stone that trailed fire as they fell.
Clearly, that was still not enough.
Enkidu swept both hands out, and countless chains flew forth, cutting and crushing those stones until they could no longer break through Uruk’s barrier.
Scattered sparks descended. Uruk went quiet for a second or two, then instantly boiled over.
“Is that a god?!”
“Is it that demigod?”
“I, Nasir, am voting for this person!”
“Honey, come out and look at the miracle!”
“Where leaves dance, fire burns on.”
Hearing the residents cheering below, Enkidu felt a trace of joy. This counted as helping these oppressed citizens, did it not?
They loudly declared the purpose of their arrival to them.
“I am the being appointed by the gods to restrain Gilgamesh. I have come to find your king. I will absolutely correct those excessive things he has done!”
When the people below heard this, they went quiet for another two seconds, then suddenly erupted in shouts that shook heaven and earth.
“Honey, come eat some dog food!”
“I’m shipping this couple!”
“So the gods were dissatisfied that the king still has no queen, and sent one down themselves.”
“The gods really do dote on the king.”
“A ‘being to restrain him,’ huh? Those who know, know. Those who don’t, don’t ask. Ask and you’re just a dirty old man.”
“I get it now. As expected of the gods, even the way they speak is so subtle.”
Hearing the cries below, Enkidu immediately felt another layer of resentment toward Gilgamesh.
“Just how far did he push these people for them to cheer like this?”
…
Siduri lowered Durandal, her face full of doubt.
“This person has no Divinity at all. How could they have been sent by the gods?”
Others might fail to recognize it, but how could she, a demigod, fail to?
If the gods wanted to produce powerful offspring, they would surely send over a demigod or even a goddess. How could they send a…
Could it be…
Siduri keenly sensed that something was wrong.
She looked at Sylvie beside her, who had also begun cheering along, then glanced at the crowd that had already gone completely wild. Her expression turned ugly.
In just a few short minutes, everyone in Uruk had accepted this person of unknown origin.
It was too convenient.
A temple crashed down, causing the residents of Uruk to fall into panic and lose their reason.
This person stepped forward to resolve the incident, gaining the residents’ goodwill and worship.
Then they stated they had a connection to the king, using the king’s prestige to completely break through the residents’ psychological defenses and make them lower their guard.
And all of this had happened while the king was away.
Add to that a face as beautiful as a young girl’s, a body as lean and strong as a young man’s, and formidable combat strength.
This was simply…
The more Siduri thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
How was this a wife sent by the gods?
This was…
This was clearly a romantic debt the king had incurred outside, the story of a young maiden who had sworn revenge after being used and abandoned!
Looking closely, Enkidu truly fit the aesthetics of the people of this era.
In Sumer, where quite a few people were bisexual, Enkidu had both an absolutely beautiful face like a young girl’s and a strong, toned body like a young man’s.
Their strength was also this great. It was only natural that the king would be moved.
So how am I supposed to stop this fallen girl from taking revenge?
Siduri fell into deep thought.
Enkidu had already descended. They looked at Siduri, whose tangled expression was still visible even through her veil.
They pointed at the still-cheering people.
“Do you see? This is the will of the people.”
Siduri raised her head and looked at Enkidu’s determined eyes.
Enkidu was puzzled by Siduri’s complicated expression, but simply assumed she was the sort of person who was foolishly loyal.
“No matter what you think, I will restrain Gilgamesh.”
“Must it truly be this way?”
“It must!”
“So… love really does disappear, doesn’t it?”
“???”
T/N: LMAOOOOOOOO YES ENKIDU WIFE/HUSBAND!!!!!!!!
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