Fate/My Villain Simulations

Susa stood frozen, his gaze fixed on the goddess before him.

Ishtar, the goddess of beauty, possessed a radiance that was immune to the wear of time or any hardship. Her stunning appearance was not a fleeting thing, enduring eternally.

In fact, whether one considered her as a mother, an aunt, or even a grandmother by age, Ishtar's youthful visage never changed—she would always appear as a maiden in the bloom of youth.

In many ways, Ishtar was a goddess who could be described as "playable"—infinitely adaptable, whether in situations of power or submission.

Yet, despite their long separation, Susa couldn't help but feel an undeniable sense of familiarity radiating from Ishtar.

Their divine powers intertwined so seamlessly that they could not help but sense one another's presence.

More importantly, the very "qualification" that allowed Susa to wield divinity had been granted to him by Ishtar herself.

The same was true for her.

As she gazed upon the young man standing before her, her heart fluttered.

He seemed as sweet as the milk of the wild buffalo from the heavenly plains, as pure as the white clouds drifting through the heavens, as serene as the trickling springs flowing from sacred mountains—

He embodied the vibrance of early spring, the tranquility of late autumn. Even butterflies fluttered around him, pausing in awe. High-flying eagles abandoned their prey, circling above in admiration.

The longer Ishtar observed him, the more her feelings stirred. With each passing moment, the sense of... closeness grew stronger.

It was as though she were gazing at her own son.

In terms of beauty, Ishtar could confidently say that Susa was almost her equal. As for divine power, Susa had inherited her strength in its entirety—he was, in essence, her reborn child.

If others were to judge the two of them, without understanding their shared history, they would no doubt conclude that Susa was Ishtar's illegitimate child.

And… truthfully, that wasn't far from the truth.

When Ishtar gathered with the other gods to discuss matters, there was always one deity who would offer her congratulations for having a "precious child." The gods unfamiliar with the situation would glance at her abdomen with suspicion.

In response, Ishtar treated them like naive, unworthy souls, planting each of their doubts onto the sacred mountain, as one might plant a troublesome weed.

The Harvest God's planting techniques, naturally, were flawless.

As for matters of faith, Ishtar knew that Susa worshiped her with complete devotion. However, it was precisely this devotion that felt… improper.

He often referred to her as his beloved Ishtar, swearing to protect her. His youthful appearance, combined with their matching divine powers, made him irresistible—who could resist such charm?

And especially not Ishtar, a goddess who prided herself on caring for her devoted followers. But it wasn't just his devotion that stirred her; the lingering connection of divine power between them… still… still lingered.

The gods of Sumer were all natives of this realm, and on Earth, physical contact was nearly universal among animals. Primates, for example, hugged and kissed almost instinctively. Even gods, it seemed, could feel shy.

So now, standing before Susa, what was she supposed to do?

Myths are always full of irony—just like the god of love who has never fully understood love.

Ishtar froze.

No, Ishtar, no! You must be more assertive! You are a goddess, high above all others. The person standing before you is like your child. No matter what actions you take, none should ever be so shameful. If you let this moment slip, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

You, Ishtar, may be the goddess most willing to listen to the wishes of your followers, but you are also a goddess capable of destroying those who defy you without hesitation.

So treat the person before you as a mere fool, one who dares to threaten your divine dignity.

Be assertive! Be cold! Just like usual! Its not you like him or anything!

With that, Ishtar steeled herself, her face hardening, her eyes glinting with resolve.

She lifted her chin to speak but regretted for making such a long monologue.

"Ishtar, you're back!"

But just as she was preparing herself, Susa spoke up, his tone warm, "Earlier, you said you had something to do. Has it been resolved now? After all, you're my most powerful, most revered, most magnificent goddess!"

(Susa's Goddess Seducing Manual # 01: Ishtar is the goddess who cares most about her image. By constantly offering genuine praise, one can make her lower her guard.)

"But why do you seem a bit upset? Did someone offend you?" Susa picked up the long spear that had been resting beside him. "I will protect Ishtar. I will stand by my beloved Ishtar."

Susa's Goddess Seducing Manual # 02: Ishtar, aside from the ruler of the underworld, is the most reclusive of gods. She has been deceived by her father and brothers for centuries, feared by weaker gods, and both revered and feared by those she protects. Few dare approach her, but if one is 'sincere,' Ishtar is, in fact, the easiest goddess to win over.)

*My beloved Ishtar.*

The same words again.

Ishtar felt a brief but intense conflict rise within her. She struggled to maintain her composure.

Control, Ishtar, Control!

She cleared her throat lightly, lifted her head, and tried to appear indifferent, almost disdainful. "I am the strongest goddess. Who could possibly trouble me? And what can you do with your strength, anyway?"

"No matter whether I am strong or weak, I am willing to protect Ishtar." Susa's words were simple but filled with earnestness. His face radiated with a glow, as if Ishtar were the unwavering belief that sustained him in this life.

Damn it.

It was too dazzling.

Ishtar tried to keep it together, but she was caught off guard. Her gaze lingered on him, and she froze for a moment—two or three seconds. Then, she shot Susa a sharp, intense glare. "I told you before—you're still too weak. You're far from being able to protect me."

As she spoke, a long spear materialized from thin air, and she gripped it firmly in her hand.

"Show me, then."

"Apologies, Goddess."

["Rather than trying to avoid it, it's better to smash everything. This is the only life philosophy Ishtar follows."]

[Thus, you and Ishtar trained together for the entire afternoon. For hours, you were relentlessly defeated by Ishtar, and she also called upon Gula to assist you.]

[Not Gunal, but Gula—the healing goddess of Sumer, who was tasked with healing your wounds.]

[Defeated, lying prone, healed, you repeated this cycle over and over.]

[This wasn't just one afternoon; it stretched into the following days—the second, the third, and for an entire month, you endured this torment.]

[Without Gula's remarkable healing abilities, you might not have survived the ordeal, in every sense of the word.]

[And yet, amidst the pain, you couldn't help but think: If Gula had been the one to fight in the Sumerian singularity of Fate/Grand Order instead of Ishtar, the battle for humanity might have been far easier.]

[It's not that Ishtar is useless, but Gula's healing is so powerful, it could almost be described as a perpetual motion machine... well, fine, Ishtar might be a little... useless.]

[You also learned that Ishtar had been fighting on your behalf to solidify your divine status. While you're unsure of how long she has been doing this, all the gods on Mount Mashu must now acknowledge your place.]

[You are no longer an inconspicuous spiritual entity like a mere fairy, but a god fully worshipped by the Sumerians, standing proudly under Ishtar's protection.]

[You feel as though you've become the villain in the story of the gods' extinction.]

[Your training with Ishtar continues.]

[A month passed, then two. On the first day of the third month, Ishtar approached you with a serious expression.]

[There seemed to be unshed tears swirling in her eyes that she couldn't quite suppress.]