Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!
Chapter 462: A Day as Husband and Wife

Chapter 462 - 462: A Day as Husband and Wife

"Ugh—"

Ereshkigal's breath hitched.

The negative emotions in her heart were instantly swept away.

She hadn't been rejected.

Rather, Moran was concerned about her feelings.

"I, I thought... you didn't like a goddess like me who exudes death and decay... someone with a gloomy personality... and dark attributes..."

"You're really overthinking things."

"You should have told me sooner! I was almost heartbroken! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot... Wuu... I'm the idiot... Wuu... What did I just say... This first confession was such a failure..."

Ereshkigal wanted to punch Moran.

However, she was too weak and could only barely raise her arm, watching as she simply placed her hand on Moran's chest.

There was no strength to hit him at all.

What filled her heart was the happiness of being loved.

[You stayed in the underworld for seven days.]

[During this time, you took care of the weakened Ereshkigal and helped her handle the affairs of the underworld, both big and small.]

[To some extent, with your divine authority as a god of the underworld, it wasn't a problem for you to act as Ereshkigal's proxy.]

[After you finished dealing with the underworld's internal construction plans,]

[You would stay by Ereshkigal's side, and under her guidance, you would work together to weave the soul cage.]

[During this time, there were scoldings and laughter.]

[It was a very fulfilling and wonderful time.]

[Under your care, Ereshkigal's body gradually improved. By the seventh day, the feeling of weakness on her body had also receded a lot, and there were no more problems with her movements.]

[After that, she just needed to take good care of herself.]

"N-Next time! When I've recovered... that... what I told you before..."

"Huh? What is it?"

Moran wore a mischievous grin.

He knew exactly what Ereshkigal was saying but was pretending to be ignorant.

"Umm... it's just... between a man and a woman... you know what I want to say... why are you being so mean! Are you teasing me? I really should just unleash divine punishment!"

"Wait, wait! Don't shoot!"

In the rain of red light.

Moran frantically dodged.

Ereshkigal, beyond embarrassed, couldn't hear anything and launched attacks at Moran indiscriminately.

Even their farewell was filled with the stench of romance.

How wonderful, how wonderful.

[You flee the underworld as if running away from the baptism of light.]

[However, although Ereshkigal's divinity is gradually restored and her condition is gradually improving, you are still thinking about how to deal with this special long-distance relationship on your way home.]

[After much deliberation, you come up with the first solution.]

[That is to use transfer methods.]

[As long as teleportation-like devices are set up in Uruk and the underworld, you can travel freely between the two.]

[However, teleportation magecraft is very troublesome.]

[As far as you know, the Machine God's tech tree has transfer devices like portals. In the realm of magecraft, being able to cast magecraft that ignores distance is comparable to true magic.]

[However, while it's said to be very troublesome,]

[It's also very coincidental.]

[You happen to know someone who is proficient in this kind of magecraft, and the first person you think of is your wife, Morgan.]

[Her water mirror magecraft is exactly like that.]

[As long as there are coordinates, she can freely transfer to different places, even traveling between the surface and the Inner Sea of the Planet is no problem.]

[Of course, you are not familiar with water mirror magecraft.]

[The principles behind its use are almost as complex as magic itself; your areas of expertise are spiritual evocation and alchemy.]

[Therefore, upon returning to Uruk, you don't deal with political affairs first,]

[But decide to activate your unique skill, King of the End, to welcome your wife, whom you haven't seen in days.]

"Hmm, this is a turning point in the separation of humans and gods. What a mess. As expected of my husband. I took my eyes off you for a moment, and you ran off to a place I can't see."

Morgan sat on a long chair, drinking tea.

Her voluptuous legs were crossed in a seductive manner, making her look like a queen, with a unique charm.

However, her words revealed dissatisfaction.

It was clear that his wife was unhappy.

Moran quickly explained, "No, no, the flow of time is different here than where we are. It won't be long after you return, Morgan."

"Oh? As soon as I get here, you want to send me away. That really breaks my heart, husband. People say a day as husband and wife is a hundred days of grace; we've been together for almost a thousand years..."

Morgan looked sad.

Her attitude was so deliberately affected that you couldn't tell if she was really sad.

But, the more she acted like this,

The more Moran's stomach hurt.

It was clear that Morgan was openly throwing a tantrum, and Moran could only look pained.

"D-don't do that... I admit I was wrong."

Moran honestly lowered his head.

There's no shame in bowing to his wife.

He was just cherishing his wife.

You see, when Moran was in power, Morgan, as a good wife, worked tirelessly for who knows how long.

With such a beautiful and capable fairy wife by his side,

How could Moran get angry with her?

[Your principle is that you can't back down on big issues, which is fine. On small matters, you basically comply.]

[In small matters, women usually win.]

[Because they are unreasonable.]

[As someone who has had a harem for thousands of years, you know very well that you can't reason with women sometimes.]

[Moreover, you are so loving that your wives can still accept this. That alone is an important reason why you can't get angry with your wives; you had no reason to stand your ground in the first place.]

[However, you believe you still have the dignity of a head of the household.]

[Well, you probably do.]

"How is it? Are you satisfied, Morgan?"

Moran came to Morgan's side very considerately.

Gently massaging her shoulders and thighs.

It must be said that Morgan's figure is in top-notch condition, still as devilishly hot as ever, even after a thousand years.

Curvaceous and eye-catching.

Moran didn't hold back at all.

Especially when he realized that the woman in front of him was his wife.

Moran put on an even more righteous appearance.

He had no sense of shame at all.

She's his wife, why be polite?

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