I Am No King's

Chapter 212 – Chance, Should

~Inanna POV~

　

　

Me and Emir were both silent. We did not give any reply at all.

As I said, basically, the person who is the target of this anger and disappointment is ourselves. Other than the reason I said, the other reason was that we were unable to keep our own words about no problem despite not being number one in Lugalgin's heart.

[What you feel for Lugalgin, perhaps, is pity. You grieve and pity when you see Lugalgin, who appears happy in front of you, still unable to accept Tasha's departure. Think of it like when you see ******* that faithfully waits even if the present is no longer there. Or when you see a child of war who sleeps next to the grave of his parents. Just like that. It was just a feeling of pity. Not more. You are angry at yourself for wanting to do something to help Lugalgin, but not knowing or not being able to do it.]

I agree with mother's words. However, for some reason, I feel like mother thinks this feeling of pity is not something important.

[If this is a normal case, I'll have you take Lugalgin to a psychologist or psychiatrist. He needs help to accept the woman's death and accept your existence better. Yes, a post-traumatic therapy. However, since we are in the midst of a war, both black market and international, this is not possible.]

Yeah, I agree. His condition is not supportive.

[I can only advise you to be more active and aggressive to close the distance with Lugalgin. Keep sticking to him, don't want to be separated. If he asks for time alone, you back off a little, but keep an eye on him. If it looks like he will go to the tomb again, immediately appear and hug him. In fact, if necessary, you hug him while crying and shouting the contents of the feeling. Tears and screaming are one of your weapons.]

"God...."

[Ah, no. Corrections. I should be thankful that you guys didn't scold Lugalgin right away. If you do, I can guarantee that your relationship with Lugalgin is over this morning, it cannot be repaired anymore. Yeah, right.]

Mother nodded. [I think Lugalgin's condition this morning was the most fragile time for Lugalgin. In other words, the most appropriate moment to attack. If I were you, I would have moved Lugalgin's head into my lap while at the tomb, waiting to wake up. Then, when he wakes up, I will look at him and pour out my feelings. And, of course, with a cry. With tears on his face, Lugalgin would realize that someone else would still care about him. At that moment, Lugalgin's heart was already in my grasp. But.huh.].

Mom breathed a heavy sigh, as if disappointed in us.

At a time like this, I really questioned my relationship with my mother. Am I really mom's biological daughter? You can talk about the strategy of flirting and entangling men so easily. On the other hand, it is very difficult for me to start a conversation. It is Lugalgin and Emir who start the conversation more often.

I questioned this and she replied, "of course you're my daughter. Look at that beautiful and charming face. It is clear that we are mother and child. You really look like your mother when you were young. What makes us different is that you went to military school while mom was raised in a noble family. You're used to waiting for orders, used to being passive. On the other hand, the mother was raised with the aim of luring other men. And, incidentally, the target was your father, King Mariander,".

And, like mother's words. I'm used to being passive, following the flow and the commands. Like now, and before, I always waited for the Emir or Lugalgin to give directions. I realized that there was another personality in me that showed up when fighting. I don't mean multiple personalities, more to my head just active in the fight.

Honestly, I hope, this one personality can appear whenever I want, not just in a fight. Lugalgin says I don't have to push myself and accept the situation as it is. However, if I was inactive, our relationship would collapse. I don't want it!

[Yes, never mind, the rice has become porridge. At least, your expectations are not completely empty.]

"I mean mother?"

[You're telling me Lugalgin didn't wake up or even get distracted when you came, right? In my opinion, Lugalgin's instinct is no longer to regard you as a threat and force him to rise. In other words, Lugalgin's subconscious, in the depths of his heart, he has accepted you.]

Yes also. Mom's right. In fact, Mari herself did not dare to get too close to Lugalgin for fear of awakening her instincts, making Lugalgin wake up. In other words, perhaps, my position and the Emir are closer than those orphanage children. Although I feel a little sorry for them, I cannot deny that I am also a little happy.

[So, what are you waiting for? Go see Lugalgin.]

"Eh?"

Me and Emir were both shocked.

[I told you, you guys need to be more aggressive and proactive! Do not be separated from Lugalgin. Now, you go to Lugalgin, tell me all your worries, especially on the part that you are disappointed and angry at yourself for not being by his side when he is sad. You said he was in the armory, right? The coldness of metal and weapons would not warm his heart. This is one of those moments where you can warm Lugalgin and calm him down. Go quickly! And don't forget, cry. Your cry is a powerful weapon!]

"Ready Aunt!"

"good. Thank you, ma'am."

[Spirit, Inanna, Emir!]

We also ended the call.

Before talking to my mother, I was confused, not knowing what to do. Now, however, for some reason those doubts and worries have disappeared. What we have in mind is looking for another opportunity when Lugalgin is sad. As mother said, when Lugalgin was in his frailest state, it would be very easy to get into his heart.

Me and the Emir went to their respective rooms. Although there was no intention of fighting, there was no harm in keeping watch. We are in the middle of a war. So, we also wore igni clothes under casual clothes. In fact, even though this model of clothing is casual, Lugalgin has already given a layer of kevlar and steel thread, making our clothes resistant to sharp weapons and bullets.

Eh?

"Emir, down!"

"Huh?"

Seeing the Emir who was late in moving, I immediately jumped up and pressed on the Emir's body.

Blar Blarr Blarr

The vibration felt so strong. Not only vibration, the sound of falling objects was heard.

The Emir does not have tin as the main control. And the Emir didn't study lead very deeply either, so he didn't realize there were dozens of bullet blasts coming into this house.

This house, it should, could hold artillery. So, actually we don't have to get down. However, there is no harm in case. And, this paid off too.

The door in front of us floated up, into the house. On the wall, you can see the hinges of the door that are destroyed and loose. Although the door is explosion-proof, unfortunately, the hinges are not. If only we had risen, the door would have hit us quickly.

I raised my hand forward, towards the hallway. In that instant, in front of me, there were hundreds of small bullets floating in the air. With control, I stopped all those bullets.

"Emir! Hurry into the kitchen and activate the full defense system!"

"Good!"

The Emir got up and ran into the kitchen while I held all the bullets.

Ah, crap! No way!

Suddenly I felt a large lump of lead speeding by. This huge clump of lead is a rocket.

I had to get up and go inside, seek refuge. However, if I let my guard down just a little, tens or hundreds of other bullets would come and pierce my body. However, if I maintain the status quo, the rocket will hit these small bullets and explode in front of me. It's same!

From above the door, I saw a steel start to come down. This steel comes down fast, unlike a bridge. Unfortunately, not fast enough. The rocket launched in first and hit the bullet I was holding, exploding a few meters in front of me.

My body was blown away by the explosion. It felt like the truck had just hit me. Besides, this whole body feels so hot, smoldering. Unfortunately, the effect is not over. Along with the explosion, I was no longer able to control the bullets I stopped. The bullets were blown away by the rocket explosion, shooting out in all directions.

With the remnants of consciousness, I managed to deflect the direction of a few bullets. However, I was still unable to prevent all the bullets. Inevitably, dozens of bullets struck, lodged in my body,

"INANNA! INANNA!"

Seriate

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