Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 400: The Ancient Tyrant Who Was Crying

[Although you possess wisdom and strength that are not typical for your age, in your mother Ninsun's eyes, she does not find it strange]

[How could a mother doubt her child?]

[Moreover, she feels there is no need for her to doubt]

[If even she, as a mother, holds doubts, then in this world where the gods have prejudices against you~]

[How sad would that be?]

[So, no matter what, mother Ninsun is ready to fully accept your awakening. She will only see you as her most adorable son to love, without any doubts about you]

[This maternal love, even if Ninsun does not speak it out loud]

[You can feel it from her actions]

"Mom, I plan to go see the outside world."

[One day, you came before Ninsun]

[And made this request]

"...Go outside? There's not much difference between the outside and here; there's nothing to see. Or do you think there's something wrong with home?"

Ninsun fell silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

Her words revealed a desire to not let Moran go out into the world.

This contained a reluctance from the mother and a protective instinct to not let her child encounter danger.

"Mom, I know you want to protect me and love me always. But this world is vast. If I stay like this, I'm just a bird in a cage; that can't be called living... Dad, he wouldn't want me to spend my life like this, right?"

Moran brought up Lugalbanda.

This was the king whom his mother Ninsun loved, who was over several hundred years old and still held power in Uruk.

He often came to this sacred garden.

To take care of his lovely children.

However, in this couple, the power of speech was clearly in the hands of Ninsun as a goddess.

"Hmph, that idiot of a father of yours knows nothing! Did he say something nonsensical to you? I'll go teach him a lesson later."

Ninsun had a fierce look.

After all, she was the wild cows goddess, and as a mother, she was indeed gentle towards her child.

Dealing with others is another matter altogether.

"He didn't tell me these things. Please don't take it out on Dad. When I see him, I don't want to be burdened with complaints again. If you keep this up, he will truly lose all face... As a child, isn't it natural for me to want to see the outside world?"

Moran immediately began to persuade Ninsun.

If she really went to Uruk, it would probably lead to a dramatic confrontation between couples for the people to witness.

"And besides, even the gods wouldn't dare to openly act against me, right? Compared to always needing your protection, I prefer to stand in a position to protect you."

"You child..."

Ninsun looked at Moran's sincere gaze.

As a mother, her heart softened in an instant.

Hearing her child say they want to protect her, no matter what, she couldn't help but waver.

"You always manage to make me soft-hearted... What can I say to refuse you, my dear child?"

A gentle expression appeared on Ninsun's face.

Her tone also became quite helpless.

She reached out her hands to comb through Moran's dark hair, her eyes filled with reluctance for her child.

"I'm not saying I won't come back. I'll come back to see you and Gil from time to time. You don't need to worry too much.

Uruk has already conquered Mesopotamia, and with my father's royal authority, this land poses no real threat to me."

Moran's serious words continued to sway Ninsun.

She had always doted on Moran.

Now, faced with her child's gentle words, she found it even harder to express a refusal.

More importantly, she herself had thought about this day coming, but she never imagined it would be so soon.

"Indeed, the strange and bizarre stories and thoughts of humanity are truly fascinating... It's not surprising that you're interested... I've seen this dream before."

"A dream... Is it your prophetic dream, Mother?"

Moran fell into deep thought as she spoke.

The Wild cows Goddess Ninsun possessed a special ability: prophetic dreams that transcended the specifications of foresight.

"I saw in my dream that one day you would want to spread your wings and soar into the outside world. However, I haven't deciphered the latter part of the prophecy; I saw you in a pitch-black sea... Although it's quite heavy, I believe it should be a good thing for you."

Ninsun recounted the contents of her dream to Moran.

What she dreamed of often manifested as abstract concepts, and only after interpreting the dream could she confirm the truth.

Moreover, her dreams were direct interpretations.

So, they were generally difficult to change.

"I see, I will remember that."

Moran nodded seriously. freewebnøvel.coɱ

She understood how powerful Ninsun's prophetic dream ability was; it could even foresee changes in fate.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so abstract.

"And if you encounter any troubles you can't solve, you can come back here to tell me. This place will always be your home. Also, if you can't return for a while, you can go to your grandfather Anu and the temple of Utu.

If it's really impossible, you can also seek Ishtar... Her temples are spread throughout Mesopotamia..."

Ninsun became a bit chatty.

This must be the way every mother behaves when sending their child off on a journey. It still made one both laugh and cry.

[Her tenderness and love made you inevitably think of]

[The equally maternal agricultural goddess, Demeter]

[In your impression, many goddesses with the characteristics of a mother earth are such gentle and loving mothers]

[In the end, your smile became stiff, nodding in agreement with your mother until your neck ached]

[Of course, this is just a joke; as a demigod, how could you possibly be tired?]

[You were making your final farewells before leaving]

"Hehe, little Gil, your big brother is going on a long journey this time, so don't grow up to be a tyrant while I'm away..."

Moran reached out to tease the toddling Gilgamesh.

Indeed, as an older brother, he could do as he pleased.

"Ugh, ugh!"

Whenever Gilgamesh stubbornly tried to get up, he would be knocked back down by Moran, landing on his bottom.

The young Gilgamesh had a natural pride.

It was as if one could see the unique "mixed-blood" character in his eyes.

Thus, his pride was worthless in front of his older brother Moran.

"Wow—!!"

The young Gilgamesh was once again brought to tears by Moran's antics.

Little pearls of tears couldn't stop falling.

The ancient tyrant was thus reduced to tears by his mischievous older brother.

Ninsun watched this as mere play among the children and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Full Moon, record this for me."

"Understood~!"

Full Moon already knew that her master enjoyed teasing Gilgamesh.

She had also become Moran's accomplice.

As a product of advanced starship technology from the Greek pantheon, how could she not have recording capabilities?