[You used Avalon Illusion again]
[The delicate flower that once grew in the Inner Sea of Planet, the textile paradise that weaves countless dreams, blooms in your hands]
[Because this is an illusion]
[Therefore, it will not be suppressed by the rules of the Underworld, because it is not a real flower]
[But your illusion is taught by Merlin, a technique that can deceive even the world]
[This beautiful delicate flower has a fragrance and can be touched]
[It is almost indistinguishable from a real flower]
[It is truly a miracle within a miracle that it can bloom in this cold and barren Underworld. Ereshkigal is dazed by it]
"Flowers… flowers have grown in my Underworld…"
Ereshkigal trembled as she held the flower Moran handed her.
Her heart was filled with the emotion she had been looking forward to for thousands of years. She didn't know how long she had been longing for this scene.
Her eyes seemed to be getting wet.
"This isn't a real flower, it's just an illusion. Although my illusion has the power to deceive the world, it's still just a false and fleeting thing in essence."
Moran didn't want to burst Ereshkigal's bubble.
But the truth still had to be said.
He didn't like deceiving others in this kind of thing.
"It's okay, I'm still very happy even if it's fake. To be able to see such a beautiful flower growing in my Underworld, things like this… I've only seen in my dreams."
Ereshkigal didn't think there was any problem.
She was already very content with this.
"Hehe, I'm not satisfied with making fakes. Ereshkigal, my goal is much bigger. How can just fakes do? I have a way to make flowers grow in this barren land."
Moran snapped his fingers.
The flower in Ereshkigal's hand disappeared, and a gentle and warm fragrant breeze blew.
"Eh! Is there, is there more!?"
Before Ereshkigal could return to her senses,
Moran grabbed her hand.
This very natural action made her uneasy, and the phrase "butterflies in her stomach" was suitable to describe her mood.
Then, Moran smiled faintly.
His stern and proud appearance was also the most heartwarming brilliance in Ereshkigal's eyes.
Handsome, dazzling, and without a trace of confusion.
"Although what I'm showing is still an illusion, you might as well think of this as a blueprint for the future. At least, I can have the possibility of bringing you this future."
[Along with the confident tone, the sound reverberated]
[The fresh floral fragrance of various mixtures was captured by the sense of smell, and even the body temperature felt quite suitable]
[As if all burdens have been lifted]
[There is an unspeakable sense of comfort]
[This is a feeling that shouldn't exist in the underworld, but Ereshkigal clearly captured it]
[The originally barren palace foundation was instantly replaced]
[The endless sea of flowers stretching to the horizon, like a tide, wraps everything in a dreamlike color]
[Erasing the coldness and silence of the underworld itself]
[Replaced by a warmth comparable to paradise]
"My underworld… is actually… full of flowers…"
[This is a dreamlike scene that Ereshkigal never dared to imagine]
[It is a dream that belongs only to her, this goddess]
[Even though this is just a dreamlike illusion, it is also the dream that this goddess has wanted to see for thousands of years]
[You made this treasure a reality in front of her]
[Nothing could be better than this gift]
[Even if this illusion dissipates, Ereshkigal will remember this scene in her heart]
"Hehe, how is it?"
Moran is quite confident in his illusion.
You know, this even fooled Ishtar.
The extent of the deception is self-evident.
"Thank you… you fulfilled… my dream all along, even if it's fake, I will remember it for the rest of my life… really… I can't forget it now… you've done so much… how should I repay this favor!"
Ereshkigal's face is flushed.
At the same time, she wipes away tears with her wrist.
Unlike before when she shed tears because she was trying to hold back her sadness, this time she is shedding tears because she is moved.
One small pink fist after another is thrown at Moran.
But, none of them have any strength.
It looks like a spoiled little wife acting coquettishly, the scolding actions are full of??sweetness.
"I didn't come here to have you repay the favor…"
"Moran… you've helped me so much… what is it for…?"
Ereshkigal asked with a flushed face.
Sure enough, this can't be avoided.
Everything Moran has done so far has been too helpful to her, it's hard not to care about the deep meaning behind it.
Looking at Ereshkigal like this, twisting and shy.
Moran said with a gentle gaze: "Well, let's put it this way. I like beautiful things. In my opinion, in such a barren underworld, Ereshkigal, you are the most beautiful flower."
"M-me… beautiful!?"
"Ah, this is the truth. It's just that, looking at you like this, achieving such a great cause in these thousands of years, but not getting what you want, and still doing self-deception, blindly believing that such a gentle self is the embodiment of evil.
At first, I couldn't agree with this and sit idly by."
Moran also spoke his true feelings.
What drives him to help Ereshkigal is a sense of responsibility, as well as the empathy that loves many things.
Having put in so much, one should get something in return.
This is the ending of beautiful things.
Although the world often cruelly violates this principle, Moran will also do everything possible to maintain it.
This is the dispute between the world and the individual.
"I… I that is…"
Ereshkigal thought of her self-deception.
This is indeed exactly the same as what Moran said.
"So, that's why I showed such a persistent attitude when you were exercising evil law just now. Once accepted, it is acknowledging and indulging the fact that you are masochistic, obviously you only feel pain in this process, if I were to praise it, then this is either stupid or evil."
Moran's words are very harsh.
But, behind this, in the end, it just expresses one meaning.
He doesn't intend to hide this either.
"However, I believe you will understand these problems. Because, Ereshkigal, you are an excellent goddess. What makes me able to do this is you yourself.
Among the many gods who don't do human affairs, Ereshkigal, I like a goddess like you very much."