Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 408: A Hero Does Not Fight with a Shrew

"Ishtar, your charm is undeniable. Unfortunately, your love is not noble; it is merely a desire for control and a game of hearts.

Therefore, I will never submit to you."

Moran's voice echoed in Ishtar's ears.

Then, a ray of sunlight pierced through the darkness.

The dawn's light danced with the petals scattered by the wind, dissolving together in this space.

"..."

After a brief moment of silence, a creaking sound arose.

Accompanied by the subtle sound of teeth grinding, Ishtar almost instantly lost her expression. The smile at the corner of her mouth remained unchanged, exuding an elegance that was truly remarkable.

[For the first time in her life, she was so foolishly deceived]

[The emotions surging within her included anger, displeasure, shame, and unwillingness, to the point where it felt like her chest would explode]

[In the end, she still smiled]

[A smile more joyful than any moment before]

[She had thought she was the hunter capturing her prey, only to find herself the prey ensnared by a trap]

[This was the greatest reversal of mockery]

[This human contained possibilities far beyond her imagination, daring even to deceive the gods]

[Still, for her, the mistress of the earth]

[Wanting to kill him, wanting to kill him, wanting to kill him, wanting to kill him—such crazy thoughts piled up in her heart]

[But, she also found him too interesting]

[Reluctant to kill him just like that]

[How many unexpected surprises could he still bring her?]

[In this increasingly boring era, Ishtar felt that she had to possess him for herself]

[Wanting to kill, but also wanting to]

[What a hateful and contradictory situation]

[For the first time in her life, she encountered such ambiguity. No one could provide Ishtar with an answer]

[But, there was no need to doubt]

[The emotions in Ishtar's heart surged to an uncontrollable level, even to the point of overflowing]

"... Hehe, it won't end like this..."

Ishtar's smile lacked warmth.

As a goddess, being rejected like this for the first time.

She absolutely could not accept it.

Clearly, her tone was so compassionate, yet inside it was shallow to the extreme. Like a love-hate rasp, every word she spoke seemed to want to strip away the flesh and blood of the other.

[Now, the goddess still craved one thing]

[She wanted to obtain something that did not wish to become hers, revealing the fangs of a man. Hoping to see you in a state of regret, wanting to make you lower your proud head that defied the gods]

[Just imagining the arrival of this scene]

[The pleasure brought by that humiliation]

[The vague emotions that stirred the heart]

"——Hehe, I won't let you escape."

Ishtar's slightly flushed expression resembled someone who had drunk fine wine, radiating a color of intoxication.

It felt like truly living.

The goddess believed that in the face of this surging emotional wave, the anger of being toyed with was nothing at all.

[Undoubtedly, this was an abnormal and strange thought process]

[But, she is the goddess of Venus]

[The rules of humanity do not apply to her, for the essence of a god is a non-human existence]

[Fundamentally, it belongs to a realm that humanity can never comprehend, and the spirit and thoughts cannot be compared to ordinary people]

[At times, she is a symbol of royalty, victory, and destruction]

[At times, she is the rain that brings life and harvest]

[Without regard for mortals, she acts according to her own will, manifesting nature in human form in the world—]

[This is the goddess, Ishtar]

[Peeling away the goddess's stunning and unparalleled beauty, her true nature is not aligned with humanity, but is at the very center of madness]

[For her own amusement, in the name of love]

[She constantly demands the beloved things to perform a tragic dance, and she will joyfully offer a sweet smile]

"Ha, that guy really has an abnormal mind... It seems she really intends to cling to me."

"Hey~ I think Lord Moran, you have quite a way with women, no matter where you are, you are fervently pursued by women, even the goddess has been struck by your charm... Speaking of which, I seem to be too?"

Moran and Full Moon had already left Uruk.

Due to Ishtar's intervention, he had to change his plans and start his journey earlier.

Ishtar is a goddess favored by the gods.

Therefore, Moran did not want to entangle himself with her endlessly; there would be no good outcome regardless of winning or losing.

Fighting with this crazy woman, even if he won, he would gain nothing, and she did not seem like someone who would admit defeat.

Winning would only make her cling more tightly.

In the process, it would also attract the attention of the gods, further disrupting Moran's journey through the divine age.

As the saying goes, a hero does not fight with a shrew.

—Considering all of the above.

Moran made a very decisive choice.

Only a fool would continue to compete with Ishtar.

Thus, he transformed the space into an illusionary realm, performing a wave of the golden cicada shedding its shell.

Even the gods could be easily toyed with in his hands.

"Ishtar, she is a spoiled goddess. Fighting with this person to the end would be harmful with no benefits. I have a premonition that maintaining a relationship with this willful goddess will definitely be troublesome."

Moran had an exceptionally keen intuition.

Therefore, this was not nonsense.

"Hehe, Lord Moran, you must have more thoughts about Ishtar than just this, right? Just based on feelings?"

"Well... setting aside her terrible personality, she is indeed a charming woman. If she could change that terrible personality, I might consider it a little."

"Hmph, you really are a flirt; now it seems that only women of goddess level can catch your eye."

Full Moon's words were straightforward.

This teasing made Moran's face flush; he had always been very candid about his feelings. freewebnσvel.cѳm

He did not deny it, nor would he avoid it.

"Now, rather than saying I have a way with women, it would be more accurate to say it's a peach blossom disaster... Getting involved with that person is not good at all. No wonder my mother in this life is always on guard against thieves, wolves, and Ishtar."

Moran empathized deeply with Ninsun's painstaking efforts.

It was truly too relatable.

[Ishtar is unaware of her own malice]

[Her self-establishment is built on the sacrifices of those around her. Given her divine identity, this thought is too natural]

[In the end, she is just a princess in love with love]

[As long as Ishtar speaks of love, but her actions do not change at all]

[Then, she is hopelessly lost]