Chapter 751: A Mother's Lap Pillow Service
On the Absolute Demonic Front, new reinforcements had arrived.
This was the most significant news on the battlefield in recent days, but the soldiers were already mentally prepared for it. With the commander Leonidas, General Ushiwakamaru, and Ibaraki all abducted by the robed figures, the frontline was now in a state of severe manpower shortage. Recruiting new combatants was imperative.
During their downtime, people couldn't help but speculate about who would replace the three generals. Would it be the king's most trusted right-hand man, that white-robed youth who drifted like a phantom? Or perhaps the silver-haired, snow-skinned female general who oversaw Uruk's security with striking valor?
Or maybe—the Master from the observatory and his Servants, who had risen to prominence during this time?
Once this topic was brought up, it quickly spread like wildfire across the frontline, becoming the soldiers' favorite pastime during breaks. After all, for men who ate, slept, and lived entirely on the battlefield, if they didn't actively seek some entertainment, even the toughest spirits would crumble.
In fact, some enterprising individuals even started a betting pool, which gained such overwhelming popularity that it nearly escalated into bribing the shrine maidens with gold coins—just to keep the king from finding out and meddling unnecessarily.
But soon, the betting pool turned into a farce. The reinforcements arrived on the battlefield days later, yet they weren't any of the people the soldiers had guessed. Instead, when a figure with verdant horns—pure as a maiden yet gentle as a mother—stepped onto the ramparts, a melodious song rang out, and the demonic beasts retreated in awe.
In their shock, the soldiers remembered this maiden's name.
Miss Tia.
A mysterious individual brought back by the king's hand, Sakatsuki. The head of the infirmary, who had saved countless soldiers on the brink of death.
In other words, a gentle and incredibly powerful healer.
Logically speaking, a healer had no place on the battlefield. In the male-dominated society of Uruk, the soldiers would never allow a delicate girl to stand in front of them.
That was how it should have been—yes, they should have been the ones protecting Miss Tia.
But—Miss Tia was just too amazing!
Without deploying a single soldier, all it took was a modest concert to drive the demonic beasts out of human territory, ensuring they wouldn't return for the entire day.
How much bloodshed, how many farewells could such an effortless method prevent?
Faced with the temptation of survival, their petty pride was nothing more than a joke—better discarded!
Once the soldiers accepted Miss Tia's miraculous power, they quickly embraced this unique reinforcement. Inspired by her song, they fought valiantly on the frontlines, pushing the demonic beasts into retreat.
But for the newly arrived "Miss Gogh," who had also concealed her true name, the situation unfolded like a horror story.
"Mo… Mother?!"
She stared at the maiden standing atop the high ramparts, sensing her faint yet overwhelmingly divine aura, and the words slipped out almost instinctively.
In her heart, a storm of emotions raged.
It was her—without a doubt, standing before her was this world's most primordial, most ancient deity!
Why was she in Uruk?
How could she possibly be in Uruk?!
She was clearly still licking her wounds in the primordial world, preparing her counterattack against the present era... Those occasional sighs of malice and despair that leaked out were enough to make even her, the Goddess of Magical Beasts, shudder!
If she hadn't left the 'new world,' then what exactly was this girl before her?
A thought-body? Or simply a materialized projection of consciousness?
If so, how had she broken free from that torment to stand with humanity?
And who had brought her to Uruk?!
There were far too many questions, but when the girl on the city walls seemed to sense something and turned her gaze, Gorgon's beast-like intuition made her shiver. She quickly turned away.
"I won't disturb you... I'll leave now."
With a "snap," the girl in the cat-eared hood grabbed her, tilting her little face up with a knowing smirk.
"You can't leave."
"Guh... You little brat." Gorgon's expression darkened as she lowered her voice. "Let go of me right now!"
Let go?
No way! This is exactly what I wanted to see!
Little Anna showed no mercy, even gripping the Slaughtering Immortal Blade with a determination that screamed, "If you dare leave, I'll take you down with me!"
She wanted to see if Gorgon could still act all proud in front of Tiamat!
But the next moment, Little Anna felt herself lifted effortlessly, a delicate arm slipping under her armpit and hoisting her up like a kitten.
"Huh?!"
In her startled gasp, a faint, orchid-like fragrance filled her nose—familiar enough to be terrifying. Trembling, Anna looked up, and when the girl's smiling face came into view, she finally realized her mistake.
Ah, I forgot... I was supposed to be hiding from her too—
"Don't go, Gorgon." The girl cradled the now doll-sized Little Anna in her arms, softly calling out to the other who was trying to sneak away. "Come... to Mommy."
Though the words were gentle, to Gorgon, they felt like an imperial decree, freezing her in place. After a long pause, she stiffly turned around, struggling several times before forcing a strained smile onto her tense face.
Like a harmless garter snake retracting its fangs.
"Mother..."
"Good, be obedient. Such a good girl."
Before Gorgon could react, a hand was already resting on her head, gently ruffling her hair. Like spring rain soaking into the earth, her expression slowly softened, her taut face turning as pliant as freshly risen dough.
She clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to make any strange noises.
Hold on, Gorgon!
This is the last dignity of a goddess!
As an avenger, you must not fall...
While Gorgon was wrestling with herself, the girl tilted her head thoughtfully, then set Little Anna aside. Sitting on the city wall's bench, she patted her lap and smiled at this 'child' who was larger than her, then patted again.
Gorgon gritted her teeth.
Damn it...
Using a ▉▉▉▉ lap pillow to tempt me.
How cunning...
That was ▉▉▉▉, the supreme mother of the Mesopotamian world. If resentment and unwillingness were purified, her maternal gentleness would be unparalleled. Even a simple pat on the head could bring incomparable comfort, let alone a lap pillow...
It would undoubtedly make one instantly lazy, turning them into a blissful fool unwilling to think or do anything, wouldn't it?!
By the time she came to her senses, her vision had already tilted, and a cool yet soft sensation pressed against her cheek—she was even unconsciously nuzzling into it.
A curtain of purple hair cascaded down, obscuring her deeply conflicted expression and shutting out Anna's gaze, which was filled with shock and a hint of envy.
She hadn't wanted this... But truly, it was just too cunning of Her. As a mother, to do such a thing...
No child could refuse, let alone me, who had inherited Her authority...
Her consciousness gradually blurred. Half-asleep, she heard her mother's tender whisper.
"Mommy loves you."
"Mmm."
"So, will you help Mommy?"
"...Mmm."
"Thank you, my good child." A laugh followed, brimming with happiness.
"Please, help Mommy drive away those disobedient children."
"Mmm."
The Serpent Hair writhed, though its owner had already closed her eyes, sinking into a long-lost, peaceful slumber.
Nothing mattered anymore—
A piercing shriek tore through the air. Under the stunned gazes of countless soldiers, deep purple locks slithered like serpents, blotting out half the sky.
They surged toward the dawdling, disobedient 'naughty children' who refused to retreat.
"ROAR—"
"SCREECH!!!"
"SCREEE?!!!"
Cries of pain erupted from all directions. In that brief moment of contact, the rebellious children experienced long-lost maternal care—delivered in the coldest, most merciless way possible!
This was the special discipline born from the shared will of two mothers.