Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 420: Everyone is a Good Child

[You and Tiamat traveled through Mesopotamia]

[And thus, several years passed].

[You are also gradually growing from a boy into a young man. Tiamat, as the Primordial Mother, is naturally overjoyed by this.]

[Just seeing your growth]

[is the source of her happiness]

[During this time, although you traveled across this land, you did not forget to return to the garden of your birth mother, Ninsun.]

[The concept of time is different for gods than for humans.]

[A few years, for a god, feels like only a few days. Even if you haven't returned home for over a decade, it's not considered long.]

[However, this doesn't mean Ninsun doesn't miss you.]

[From the day you left home on your journey, Ninsun often worried about you, her wandering son.]

[Now, you have returned home again.]

[Ninsun's worried heart is finally at ease, but you didn't return home alone. Instead, you brought Tiamat with you to the garden, bringing her before your mother—]

"M-Mother—!?"

Ninsun was shocked and dumbfounded.

It was a scene of wide eyes staring at each other.

"H-How could this be! Why are you here!?"

Ninsun felt suffocated for a moment.

She is a god of the same generation as the God-King Enlil.

Although she was born later among her peers and did not participate in the ancient wars, she knows the ancient secrets.

She knows that powerful and terrifying Primordial Mother.

"Ahem, Mom, she's the one I told you about, the one who's been traveling with me recently." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Moran immediately explained to Ninsun.

Ninsun, who was initially in confusion, calmed down, but still fell into deep silence.

No matter what, the impact of this fact is too great.

This is the supreme Primordial Mother.

Even the Sky Father Anu is just a child in front of her. Very few can compare to this Mother God in terms of seniority.

It can be said that there are almost none.

The Wild Cows Goddess Ninsun is, at best, like a great-granddaughter in front of Tiamat.

"Good, good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

I am the Mother. Whether human or god, all are my beloved children. There's no need to worry."

Although Tiamat has a motherly attitude,

her stature is too small.

So much so that she has to stand on a chair to touch Ninsun's head, a scene that can be described as very comical.

But no one would want to laugh.

Tiamat is truly standing here as a mother.

This is definitely not something to be laughed at.

"Mother... do you... not hate... us?"

Ninsun did not reject Tiamat's touch.

But she was also a little overwhelmed.

[Because what she heard from the Father God Anu was that the gods attacked and killed Tiamat. Although it was a necessary act for survival, they still committed the evil act of matricide.]

[The Mother herself is very gentle and warm.]

[The Sky Father Anu has never denied this fact, and therefore, the gods are more often self-hypnotizing.]

[Using the excuse that they couldn't survive without killing the Mother.]

[To justify the act of matricide.]

[Even though they were once immersed in this motherly love, even if they truly loved their mother in their hearts.]

"Ugh... Hmph, I hate humans, and I hate gods... I won't deny that."

Tiamat turned her head and snorted softly.

It can be seen that she has not forgotten the past pain.

This also made Ninsun feel ashamed.

The foundation of her as the Earth Mother is this land, and this land was created by Tiamat's body.

They all live on the Mother's remains.

"But, I also love you.

Whether human, god, or other living beings, I love them all... Is this what Moran told me about the antinomy? It sounds contradictory, but I'm not bothered by it."

Tiamat is still smiling.

This gentle attitude melts Ninsun like a warm current.

Only emotion welled up in her heart.

Just as Moran believes, motherly love is always the most powerful weapon, and even the mother herself cannot resist it.

As a mother, Ninsun shed tears for the sins of the gods.

As a mother, she empathizes.

She knows exactly what it feels like to be disillusioned with the gods, Ninsun has experienced such things in the past.

But, when she switches to Tiamat's position.

Being abandoned by the gods as children, and even falling into a situation where they were slaughtered. She can't imagine it.

This pain is so profound that people dare not think about it.

However, Tiamat still loves the gods and humans, and feels that she cannot forget love because of hate.

"Don't cry, you're a mother too, right? Although I'm happy that you're crying for me, you still have to take being a good mother as your responsibility. The child is here, as mothers we can't be too unsightly."

"Yes, Mother..."

"Hehe... everyone is a good child."

Tiamat showed a happy smile.

It can be seen that she is very satisfied with Ninsun.

Moran, who was watching from the side, also showed a gentle smile. This harmonious family scene is pleasing to the eye.

However, there are more than just them here.

"Old man, you've already come, there's no need to leave, right?"

Moran's gaze turned to a certain void.

There seems to be nothing there.

However, it can't hide from Moran's eyes.

As early as when he and Tiamat were traveling in Mesopotamia, he vaguely noticed this familiar aura.

As the child closest to Tiamat in terms of bloodline.

That Sky Father who controls the power of the sky.

Everything that happens on the ground is under the observation of the sky, he could never fail to recognize his mother's aura.

"Really, how is your sense of smell so sharp, kid? I'm really getting old... I can't even hide my aura."

The sky rippled like water waves.

An old man walked out from within.

He is the Sky Father Anu.

Moran's own ability to capture auras is not strong, but the Full Moon on his wrist is a top-tier divine weapon.

As early as when Anu was spying on him and Tiamat.

Full Moon reported this to Moran.

Anu had been hiding in the dark, spying on the two of them, and had not shown any intention of appearing.

Until just now, he showed signs of appearing several times.

But each time, he retreated just as he was about to appear, like a child afraid of being scolded by his mother for coming home.

In fact, it's pretty much like that.