I'm really not an old sword

The dry, dark ground beneath my feet was now covered with flowers all over the mountain.

The lush green grass and flowers all over the mountains even brought a ray of light to this dark underworld.

"Like it?"

Lin Qingsu opened her hands, and the last bits of crystal fragments in her hand floated away with the wind.

This was the method Lin Qingsu had prepared in advance to capture Ereshkigal after she knew she had come to this special spot.

I specifically asked Mary for it.

It stores the "magic" mark that can make flowers bloom in the underworld.

However, Ereshkigal's strategy was unexpectedly good, and the progress was so fast that Lin Qingsu had forgotten about this method. Now it was particularly effective in making Ereshkigal happy and diverting her attention.

Ereshkigal was speechless.

She smiled, but tears kept falling like a curtain of beads. However, she still opened her eyes wide and tried hard to see the sea of flowers blooming in the underworld through the mist.

After a long time, she seemed to come back to her senses, turned her head and looked at Lin Qingsu steadily, then suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

Lin Qingsu gently stroked her back.

In some ways, Ereshkigal's life story is even more tragic than Brunhilde's.

After she was born, she was designated as the goddess of the underworld by the gods. She was locked in the dark underworld all day long and was not allowed to go out. Because of her unrelated duties such as "corruption", "death", "snake" and "winter earth", the gods hated her and humans were afraid of her.

If that were all, that would be fine.

But her sister Ishtar is the goddess of harvest who is favored by all the gods.

After an unknown amount of time, the crying gradually became quieter, but the head buried in his arms buried deeper.

The young woman's little gesture made Lin Qingsu, who had originally had a sad expression because of her misery, suddenly burst into laughter.

Now he knew what she was doing.

After all, she was possessed by Rin Toosaka and had some of her temperament. After crying, she felt that her performance just now was too embarrassing. She didn't know how to face him, so she learned to bury her head in the sand like a camel when a sandstorm comes, and avoided it in a self-deceiving way.

Tsundere.

"Like it?"

After a long time, a low "hmm" sound came from my arms.

"Since the recipient likes the gift, shouldn't I, the recipient, get some reward?"

Ereshkigal wanted to act like a goddess of the underworld.

She tried to ease the awkwardness by saying something like, "You still want a reward?" or "You've messed me up so much and caused me so much trouble, so not punishing you is already a favor." But perhaps because she had just cried so hard, Ereshkigal couldn't find the energy to speak.

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as your consent."

As she spoke, Lin Qingsu lowered her head and gently bit her earlobe.

An electric shock-like feeling spread from the earlobe to the whole body.

Her cheeks, which had turned red from crying, were hot and burning, as red as the sunset in June. Ereshkigal felt embarrassed, annoyed, powerless and confused from crying. She was a little slow to react and was about to say something to show her majesty as the goddess of the underworld and prevent this mere human from getting any further.

"Then I'll come get it myself."

Come get it yourself?

How to get it?

Ereshkigal was startled and was about to ask when he found himself being gently laid down on the sea of flowers.

Feeling something strange on her body, Ereshkigal's face became redder and redder, and she finally understood what he was going to do. Although she was a goddess and had no sense of propriety, as a young woman who had just experienced sex, she still knew where to do such things.

"you dare?!"

The words he spoke were soft and weak.

Watching the man become more and more aggressive.

Ereshkigal was anxious and wanted to use the power of the goddess of the underworld to resist. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from afar, and she smelled the fragrance of flowers coming from the sea of flowers all over the mountains.

......

Her golden hair, as dazzling as the rising sun in early summer, spread out over the sea of flowers like a palm-leaf fan.

Body.

Ereshkigal's eyes were hazy and watery, and he lay on his back above the sea of flowers, gazing at the sky which seemed to be filled with sunshine.

Until the thigh-long golden hair covered several important parts of her body.

Hearing the man's smug laugh, Ereshkigal looked at the guy wearing the same amount of clothes as him with a mixture of anger and amusement.

"childish!"

"Then can big sister agree to one of little brother's requests?"

Ereshkigal was somewhat pleased with herself and said casually, "What is your request? Since... this goddess will naturally satisfy you."

"I've already stated the requirements."

"said?"

Ereshkigal looked at him blankly, and Lin Qingsu smiled and moved closer to Ereshkigal: "Little brother's request."

Ereshkigal actually didn't quite understand what a little brother was, but one reason was that Lin Qingsu emphasized the word "little", and the other was his personal example, so she unexpectedly learned this new and strange word without any instruction, which she didn't seem to understand immediately.

"Have some respect for me. This goddess also has her own dignity and position!"

Ereshkigal just scolded with a stern face.

But Lin Qingsu didn't fall for her tricks.

He knew Tōsaka Rin's character well. Although Ereshkigal was not exactly the same, it was generally the same. So instead of shrinking back at her sudden serious reprimand, he became even more aggressive.

Seeing this, Ereshkigal was a little flustered and a little embarrassed and angry.

You want to use the power of the goddess of the underworld.

But Ereshkigal could not bear to use the power of the goddess of the underworld against a human being, and this man at that.

But without using the power of the goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal didn't know how to scold this stubborn bad guy and make him restrain himself a little. He had only met her twice and had "bullied" her countless times.

At least you have to learn how to respect the goddess!

Come to think of it, it has come to this point after only meeting twice. Isn’t it a bit too fast?

After millions of years of loneliness, apart from chatting with ghosts, Ereshkigal was best at letting her imagination run wild. She was thinking angrily on one side, and her attention was uncontrollably shifted to another place that had nothing to do with the present. When the man saw that she did not resist and stepped forward, she suddenly reacted.

"You... wuwu?... wuwu!... You're bullying God!"

......

"Miss Jeanne, are you asleep?"

The girl's whisper, which she tried to suppress but was filled with a hint of anticipation, was heard outside the door.

Jeanne left the window, opened the door, and smiled at the red-haired girl whose hair was still damp with moisture.

"Servants don't need to sleep."

Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted his head.

"But you're not a Servant in your current state?"

Joan of Arc opened her eyes blankly.

Yes.

I don't know why, but ever since arriving at the singularity, I've lost contact with Leticia. And without that familiar girl who always chatted with me, I've lost her reminder...

"Miss Jeanne is worried."

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a sly smile, like a cat that had spotted a mouse.

"What are you thinking about?"

Joan of Arc's face turned red, which was rare.

indeed.

Even without Leticia's reminder, she would not have forgotten such an important thing. For Leticia's health after she left, she had always maintained a very good work and rest schedule. How could she forget that she was not a 'Servant' and needed to rest well?

Because I have something on my mind.

Feeling she couldn't refute it, and not wanting to lie, Jeanne blushed slightly, shook her head, and said indifferently, "It's nothing important."

"I'm curious."

Ritsuka Fujimaru tilted his head back with a curious look on his face like a baby.

Joan of Arc was rarely annoyed: "I won't tell you!"

Seeing Jeanne like this, Fujimaru Ritsuka became even more excited. She had never seen Jeanne blushing and shy like this before. She even looked a little bit "angry", which was something she would rarely see in her life.

It must be big news!

A light flashed in the girl's eyes.

The soul of Bagua is burning!

"I'm curious!"

Chapter 7: Zhen Teng's Night Talk and Jingu's Reminder

"What do you want to see me for so late?"

"Ugh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the purpose of his visit, but it was quickly overshadowed by the girl's excitement of discovering the gossip.

"That kind of thing isn't important anymore."

"Very important."

"I'm really, really curious."

Ritsuka Fujimaru took advantage of the situation and hugged Jeanne's arm, shaking it and acting coquettishly.

"Tell me~"

Joan of Arc looked embarrassed. She was not good at rejecting others, let alone the other person was her friend.

"Please, Miss Jeanne."

"Okay." Jeanne sighed, then said with a straight face, "But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone."

"I swear, I will never tell anyone else about what happened tonight!"

Joan of Arc's stern face finally relaxed.

In fact, she didn't really want to keep the matter in her heart and wanted to find someone to analyze it.

Leticia is completely useless.

The two of them understand each other, and...even though she says bad things about others behind their backs, Joan of Arc feels that Leticia is very similar to herself when she was a young lady in the village.

To put it nicely, it means being carefree.

To put it bluntly, it's stupid.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also saw that Jeanne didn't mind talking about her secrets, so she pestered her to tell her.

The two of them sat down at the table by the window.

Under Fujimaru Ritsuka's expectant gaze, Jeanne turned her face away uncomfortably and sorted out her thoughts.

"I..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Joan of Arc didn't know what to say.

Half of it was because I was embarrassed.

After all, she regarded Fujimaru Ritsuka as a junior more than a friend. It was no big deal to tell these things to a friend, but it was too embarrassing to tell such things to a junior.

Half of it was because her mind was in a mess and she felt that this was a confusing matter.

"I, I'll smooth it over again."

Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka's disappointed look, Jeanne felt her face getting hot and she felt even more embarrassed.