Where's the promised harem of Heroic Spirits? Why is it all just me?

She had regained consciousness, staring at Kama with her golden eyes open.

"I may never understand this." Jia Mo laughed at himself and changed the subject. "It's rare to see you sober."

Normally, Gorgon is in a semi-dormant state, providing energy for the entire Warcraft Lair and the Blood Temple.

"In order to kill all humans, I will of course keep myself in the best condition." Gorgon raised the corner of his mouth with a forced smile.

"You are different from your sisters. They don't always think about destroying humanity," said Kama.

"They are them, and I am me."

Gorgon no longer called himself Tiamat, and it seemed that he was indeed very sober.

"Then why did you turn around and run away when you saw that twin-tailed goddess?" Kama asked as if he was chatting.

"It has nothing to do with you." This exchange was clearly not ideal. Gorgon frowned. "What about you? I heard you're also joining the Three Goddesses Alliance... or rather, you're already one of us. Don't you want to destroy humanity?"

Kama's eyes became sharp. This was a very suitable topic for RP.

"I am a kind and loving god, right? So I want all humans to feel my love equally." Kama said, reciting the lines written in advance on the system page.

"Equal love... means killing everyone?" Gorgon nodded. "That's crazy."

Being commented on by the monster known for its madness, Kama just smiled slightly.

This reason is just for double agents and role-playing, but to be honest, it is similar to the Black Holy Grail's understanding of world peace.

43. Clean up

Before it got completely dark, Bree and the others were invited by Ishtar to the temple on the top of the mountain.

The carriage carrying the goods was collected by Ishtar, and Bree secretly took a few of them beforehand, presumably because the kind goddess would not mind.

The fact that these gems were used by Jin Shanshan as bribes clearly demonstrates their value. Furthermore, they are from the Age of Gods. Even though they may lack the sedimentation of history, they are still invaluable.

This pantheon was a sacred place for the Sumerians, so it was built very magnificently. In peacetime, it might even accommodate tourists and pilgrims to stay overnight.

Buri, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others each chose a different side hall as their residence for the night.

Mordred had been taken away long ago because his time limit had expired, and Bree was now alone in a deserted temple.

Since the outbreak of the Warcraft disaster, few people have come to Mount Abif for pilgrimage, and Ishtar herself has no interest in doing cleaning work.

Therefore, this huge temple appears a bit dirty and messy, perhaps because it is often invaded by magical beasts, and bloodstains can occasionally be seen.

Bree was bored, so he exchanged a broom from the system and started cleaning the hall.

This was certainly not in vain, Bree tried to introduce magic into the broom so that he could sweep a larger area each time, which helped him train his magic accuracy and total amount.

Having said that, there was no need to clean the entire temple. He planned to only clean the area where he lived.

Although this temple is now the territory of Ishtar, it is essentially still the Sumerian Pantheon. The largest temple in the middle houses statues of the main gods, including the god-king Enlil, and of course Ishtar.

However, in this side hall, there was only a lonely statue of a god. She looked like a goddess, but her face was covered by a cloak.

There was a thick layer of dust in front of the statue, which was much dirtier than other temples. It was obvious that this goddess was not well-liked.

Bree swept up the rotten monster remains and other garbage on the ground, piled them in front of the statue, and planned to burn them all.

He exchanged fuel from the system space and poured it on the pile of limbs. He then used the magic that Merlin taught him to draw a circle around the pile to control the scope of the fire.

"What are you doing?" A puzzled voice came from behind. Bree turned around and saw Ishtar standing behind her with a questioning look on her face.

"It's the custom in my hometown to burn something when offering sacrifices to the gods." Bree said nonsense while pouring fuel oil on the pile of garbage.

"Worship... Do you know what god this is?" Ishtar choked.

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter." Bree took out the flamethrower, the same one that burned the old bug's engraved nest before.

"null!"

As the flames gushed out, they instantly ignited the pile of body parts.

"Is this all you have to pay tribute to the gods?" Ishtar said, crossing her arms.

"What should we send?" Bree asked, turning back. "These monster limbs are quite valuable to us."

This is true. Neither in the main world of Fuyuki nor in his previous life, there are any remains of these monsters from the Age of Gods.

"The goddess has no shortage of these things," Ishtar said. "What the underworld lacks most is severed limbs."

"So she is the goddess of the underworld?" Bree suddenly realized.

As he was busy cleaning the room, he really didn't think about these things carefully. But looking at it this way, it's no wonder that there are relatively few offerings and she even has her own temple. After all, she is the goddess of death.

He also understood why "Ishtar", who was supposed to go to talk to Fujimaru Ritsuka on the first night in the original work, came to him first.

Because the room he had randomly chosen happened to be the room dedicated to Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld.

"What do you think I should give you?" Bree raised her hand and touched her chin. "How about flowers? There aren't any flowers in the underworld, are there?"

“…Well, I don’t think Ereshkigal would refuse,” Ishtar said, looking away.

Seeing that she didn't resist, Bree exchanged it for a bouquet of flowers through the system.

Just as he was about to throw the bouquet into the flames, Ishtar stopped him in a panic, "Wait, wait! You can't get it to her like that... No... Why don't you give it to me? I can help you deliver it."

As she spoke, she held out her hand to Bree with a look of reluctance.

Seeing her looking up, Bree didn't say much, but just handed the flowers to Ishtar obediently.

She carefully took the flower and put it to her nose and sniffed it.

"It doesn't have much fragrance... What kind of flower is this?"

"Chili," Bree said, looking at the name in the system's window.

"chili?"

The Asian goddess who was active four thousand years ago had never heard of this plant that was only introduced in the fifteenth century.

But she still held the flowers and looked very happy.

Bree continued to clean the room, and his work went smoothly, as magic controlled the burning stumps and ashes from the room.

Ishtar did not leave, she sat by the fire and watched Bree busy herself.

When he finally finished the work, Bree spread a mat on the ground that he had exchanged from the system and sat on it, yawning.

"Aren't you leaving yet? You should have your own place to rest, right?" Bree looked at Ishtar and asked.

"...It's warmer here." Ishtar said, looking at the dying fire.

"Do you want me to spread one of these for you too?" Bree asked, patting the mat.

"No need, I'm used to the cold stone," said Ishtar.

"...If you need it, you can make the mat yourself." Bree exchanged for another mat and threw it next to Ishtar.

Then he turned over, looked at the ceiling illuminated by the fire, and prepared to go to sleep.

Bree felt Ishtar's gaze on him, but he said nothing.

Come to think of it, this was the first time he had slept in Uruk since he started the dungeon quest.

In addition to the conditions, Buli also has the problem of being attached to his bed. He always tosses and turns and can't fall asleep in an unfamiliar place. However, I don't know if it's because he has been busy for a while, but he fell asleep very quickly today.

"You guys are amazing... You're able to bring me into your group..."

In the midst of confusion, I only heard Ishtar sigh like this.

. . .

Bree had a dream in which he seemed to have come to a prosperous medieval city.

I hid in a building and secretly looked through the window at the crowded street.

The heroic king rode his triumphal horse, head held high and chest puffed out, amid the cheers of the people.

My thin hands were clinging to the railing, my heart filled with admiration and longing.

44. You seem quite free

Bree roughly walked through Mordred's life in his dreams.

Since she was a child, she has admired the famous Knight King who brought endless victories to Camelot. For this reason, when she grew up, she couldn't wait to join the Knights of the Round Table.

At her mother's request, she always wore a mask, and her fellow Knights of the Round Table generally considered her to be withdrawn and irritable.

Until one day, Morgan officially revealed her that she was an artificial human created by Morgan based on King Arthur's genes, and theoretically the only heir to the Knight King.

Modred was extremely excited that she shared the same blood with the person she admired most. Her simple mind did not consider Morgan's purpose at all, and she could not wait to find King Arthur to reveal her identity.

However, Artoria refused to acknowledge her identity, claiming that she lacked the magnanimity of a king.

The gap between his desire for his father's approval and the reality turned Mordred's admiration for the Knight King into hatred.

While King Arthur was raising an army against the Franks, Modred raised a rebellion and declared himself king.

King Arthur had no choice but to return to his country with his army to suppress the rebellion. In the end, they all died on a hill full of corpses in a grassland.

It was a very long dream, so much so that Bree was still confused when she woke up. It was not until she looked at the ceiling for a long time that she remembered that she was not Mordred.

Bree sat up, her armor making a clicking sound. She raised her hand to touch the hair beside her ear. As expected, she had turned into Mordred in her dream.

She turned her head and saw only ashes on the floor. Ishtar and the mat were gone.

When did I transform in my sleep? Was I seen?

Bree felt her heart tighten.

She stood up, split into two people, and slowly walked out of the side hall.

In the square outside the temple, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others had already cleaned up and were feeding grass to the horses that were pulling the cart.

"Ah, you're back?" Seeing Bree, Fujimaru Ritsuka waved happily. "I went to your room just now and didn't see you."

"..." Bree was stunned.

Of course she couldn't see herself because she had become Mordred in her dream.

But did she actually come to me while I was sleeping?

Bree felt that she was careless. It was okay this time it was Fujimaru Ritsuka, but what if it was an enemy next time?

But this is not Bree's fault. He had never thought about this issue before, and he didn't expect to dream about the servant tonight.

Fortunately, I realized my problem in advance, and I will definitely take precautionary measures when sleeping outside the host’s home in the future.

"Are we returning to Uruk? Where is Ishtar?" Bree asked, not dwelling on the subject of himself.

"Goddess Ishtar is staying in bed." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked towards the main hall. "But she said we can go ahead and she will go to Uruk on her own."

Does she still need sleep?

Bree also looked towards the main hall.

At least it proved that Elei or Ishtar had not always stayed by her side, and perhaps she had not discovered her secret.

Even though it wouldn't matter if he was discovered, at most he would just have to admit some of his abilities, but when he thought of his male dignity, Bree still wanted to hide it as much as possible.

After washing up, several people climbed onto the carriage, left the Pantheon, and headed towards Uruk.

Because there was no gem to weigh it down, the carriage was much faster than when it came, and it returned to Uruk before noon.

However, when they got off the carriage and arrived at the palace, they found that Ishtar was already there.

She was arguing heatedly with Jin Shanshan and seemed to be enjoying the argument very much.

The sound of several people entering the hall woke Ishtar. She turned around and saw Bree and others.

"You're back? You're so slow."

The goddess's mobility is unquestionable. She had a good sleep in the temple before rushing to Uruk, but she was still much faster than Bree and the others.

"Well done, fellow cultivators." Jin Shanshan gave verbal praise very generously.

After completing their mission, they were finally free to move around, and Bree returned to the Temple of Ishtar.

The priests of the temple were cleaning the room busily. As clergymen who had been serving the goddess since childhood, they were very excited about the reconciliation between the king and the goddess.

The door of Bree's house was deliberately left open, and they even laid a carpet around the door.

Bree knew that these priests had always disliked him because his family occupied the hall of the goddess's temple, but now it seemed that they had recognized Bree.