Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes-Chapter 122: Enkidu: Why Not Together? [+1 Bonus Chapter]

Chapter 122: Enkidu: Why Not Together?
Rowe had actually planned to go find Atalanta.
He would take responsibility for everyone he had formed a bond with, but the moment he returned, he was dragged into a dispute between goddesses, then naturally intervened in the Trojan War. He simply had not had the time until now.
And that, in the end, produced the strange scene in front of him.
“Artemis did this on purpose.”
That sly Moon Goddess.
Rowe rubbed his forehead.
Athena had already noticed Atalanta’s arrival. Instead of showing even a trace of embarrassment, she leaned closer to Rowe, as if staking her claim with calm, ruthless elegance.
“Ah. I was wondering who dared to interrupt my intimacy with my beloved.”
Her ruby eyes slid to the hunter girl.
“So it’s Artemis’s little kitten.”
Athena’s voice was light. The meaning under it was not.
“Interrupting my rare leisure, peeking at my intimacy with my beloved.”
She smiled.
“Do you know what the sin of disrespecting a god is?”
The implication was obvious.
Hestia’s body trembled.
Can you let me leave first? I really do not want to be here.
The Goddess of the Hearth was drowning in regret, deep, deep regret.
This sage’s private life was too rich.
Atalanta bristled immediately.
“Even if you are a high and mighty goddess, you can’t humiliate me like that.”
“I’m not a cat.”
“Mmm. Understood.”
Athena nodded as if taking it seriously.
“Ata meow.”
Atalanta’s expression blanked.
“This nickname sounds like a pet, doesn’t it?”
Athena tilted her head toward Rowe, voice sweet enough to be dangerous.
“He told me that. You agree, Rowe?”
Atalanta glared at Rowe, small fangs clenched hard enough to show.
Rowe said nothing.
It had to be admitted, at that moment, Athena’s aura was overwhelmingly godlike. Atalanta was only a demigod. Even if she had the qualifications to become a god, she was not one yet. And even if she did ascend, she would never rival Athena, who stood at the level of a God King.
To be suppressed in presence, in speech, in sheer composure, was natural.
But cats were always stubborn.
Atalanta could not possibly admit defeat. She lowered her bow and arrow and lunged forward instead.
At the same instant, Rowe reached out and caught her by her trembling beast ears.
In situations like this, you advance, not retreat.
If you get embarrassed, you lose.
If you lose, it only becomes more embarrassing.
This was the sage’s insight, a piece of experience so outrageous it almost sounded like a joke.
With her ears caught, the charging girl stumbled and fell into Rowe’s left side. Her delicate back, wrapped in cloth, collided with him. Her tightly bound, curving hips shifted lightly against his thigh. Her long hair fanned out, strands brushing Rowe’s face.
Atalanta tumbled, disoriented.
“Ugh. Eh?”
She sucked in a breath.
Then she realized the predicament she had landed herself in.
Athena cast a sidelong glance at the wildcat that had intruded into her space. Her red eyes narrowed, and the curve of her mouth became a half smile that promised nothing good.
At the same time, the warmth in front of Atalanta made her breathing hitch.
She tried to push herself up. But Rowe’s fingers were still stroking her ears, and the instant her body softened, the girl went weak in the most humiliating way. With one flustered movement, she slid back into a position even higher than before.
Heat surged.
Her hips were pressed.
Her waist dipped.
Atalanta’s breathing stopped again.
Of course she knew what kind of position that was.
And in the moment she fell, she had unconsciously squirmed, just a little.
“Ru rude…”
The words came out broken. Her face flushed a deep, vivid crimson.
Rowe opened his mouth to speak.
A voice interrupted him right at his throat, clear and mellow, gentle enough to feel unreal.
“Ah, Rowe. Long time no see.”
The speaker’s tone carried warmth, and an almost amused calm.
“It’s still so lively around you, isn’t it?”
Rowe choked again.
He looked toward the newcomer.
A slender, delicate figure stood outside the Olympus Temple, appearing at some unknown time. Long, lush green hair spilled down like a quiet forest. Her exquisite face was as beautiful as ever. A plain white robe swayed lightly in the wind.
A maiden like an earthly elf.
There was no mistaking it.
Enkidu, the one Rowe had been waiting to awaken.
Although…
Why did you wake up at this exact moment?
“Enkidu sama?” Atalanta blurted out.
Enkidu, the sage of the forest.
The one who had once briefly encountered Athena.
Athena’s eyes narrowed.
A true formidable enemy had arrived.
“Fortunately, I’m already used to it,” Enkidu said, walking toward Hestia as if this were the most ordinary gathering in the world.
She sat down right at the entrance of the Pantheon of Olympus.
“Is there any wine left?”
“Ah? Yes.” Hestia did not fully react, but her body moved on instinct.
She produced wine and handed it over.
So the two of them each held a cup.
Enkidu looked toward Rowe and the other two and smiled, pure and sweet. She waved a hand.
“Don’t mind me. You all continue.”
“After you’re done, let’s properly catch up, Rowe sama.”
Her red lips parted slightly as she spoke, expression gentle enough to make the words feel unreal.
Done? Done with what?
Rowe’s eyelid twitched.
Hestia looked at Rowe, then Athena and Atalanta, then at Enkidu’s serene demeanor.
Somehow, she felt temporarily safe.
By this point, how could Rowe not understand?
Artemis.
That cunning goddess had not only led Atalanta up here, she had also deliberately suppressed news of Enkidu’s awakening, preventing anyone from sensing it.
Only by stirring things up would she have a chance.
High above, within the Moon Palace bathed in brilliant white light, Artemis, alone and revealing far too much fair skin for a chief goddess, gazed down and laughed foolishly.
Rowe, my Rowe… you are mine…
Rowe squinted, helpless, but he wasn’t panicking.
After all.
“Someone who uses their teacher to accomplish unspeakable secrets should be punished too.”
Enkidu waved a hand.
Chains of Heaven coiled into existence.
Artemis cried out in surprise as the chains bound her and yanked her down from the moon’s shadow.
Thud.
Artemis fell to the ground, fair buttocks swaying as she landed, her face full of bewilderment.
Yet a flush of excitement still clung stubbornly to her cheeks.
Then, with another casual motion, Enkidu expanded the Chains of Heaven and enclosed the entire area.
Athena and Atalanta froze at the same time.
Enclosed.
Hestia nodded, then jolted as she realized something.
Why was she inside the circle too?
“You as well, right?”
Enkidu looked at her with a gentle smile.
“Someone who has been peeking at my Rowe.”
Damn it.
That was reckless.
What happened to the promised gentleness?
Hestia let out a helpless little wail before she could stop herself.
Watching from the outside and then being pulled into the drama was not what the Hearth Goddess had planned.
Hestia had always stayed out of the gods’ conflicts. She was used to observing the evolution of all things, the contradictions between gods, the disputes among humans, from a detached place.
From the era Zeus led Olympus to defeat Cronus until now, she had existed with that same distance.
So she had not faced such an awkward situation in a very long time, and she genuinely did not know how to respond.
Living a long time did not automatically make someone sharp.
Wisdom was closer to experience.
What do I do, what do I do, what do I do…
With a whoosh, Enkidu suddenly stood.
Chains of Heaven sealed the space from all sides. Even a chief god would struggle to break out. Enkidu, as the main body of the Chains of Heaven, used them far more effectively than Rowe ever could.
“Then,” Enkidu said, smiling.
Before she could finish, Atalanta shivered and sprang out of Rowe’s embrace at once.
“Teacher Enkidu.”
She lowered her head. Her beast ears trembled.
Artemis, still lying on the ground, hugged her head as well.
Both of them were a little afraid of Enkidu.
After all, Enkidu was their genuine elder. The source of Artemis’s personality. The forest sage who watched Atalanta grow up.
She had long held authority over them.
Only Athena remained calm, though she still eased herself from Rowe’s embrace and spoke with composed politeness.
“It’s been a long time, Enkidu.”
“Indeed.” Enkidu’s red lips curved upward.
“It’s been a long time, Goddess Athena.”
Then Enkidu asked, calmly, as if discussing the weather.
“Do you also like my Rowe?”
The words were gentle.
The impact was not.
Atalanta and Artemis trembled on instinct. The Moon Goddess even pulled back the hand she had been secretly sliding toward Rowe.
Athena was about to answer.
Enkidu blinked.
“Then why don’t we all, together?”
Athena froze.
Artemis and Atalanta went silent.
Hestia’s mind went completely blank.
Say whatever you want, but why am I included? This has nothing to do with me.
The Hearth Goddess stared at the Chains of Heaven that had dragged her in and felt like crying without tears.
But Enkidu was serious.
Time had left few traces on her consciousness. The clay doll made by the gods carried an undiminished love for Rowe, but for her, being with Rowe was simply the highest priority.
Rowe was her only one.
But she did not demand to be Rowe’s only one.
She was a divine weapon that had learned human nature. And she felt perfectly fine as she was.
“I’ve already shielded the surroundings for you all,” Enkidu said seriously.
The more serious she sounded, the more terrifying Hestia found her.
To a god, this was simply terrifying.
Even Athena was choked by the bluntness of it. She could tell the sage of the forest meant every word.
“Not continuing?” Enkidu looked genuinely puzzled.
“Don’t you all like my Rowe very much?”
One sentence.
It crushed the entire scene.
At that moment, what the Greek goddesses felt was the same helplessness Ereshkigal, once mistress of Uruk’s Underworld, had once endured.
If it were a direct competition, Athena believed she would not lose.
But what kind of situation was this?
“If you won’t continue, then it’s time for me and Rowe.”
Enkidu smiled and pulled Rowe closer.
Athena reached out by reflex to grab him.
“That’s enough. That’s enough.”
Rowe shook off both their hands at once.
“Don’t let outsiders laugh at us.”
He pointed directly at Hestia.
Hestia felt a flicker of gratitude.
Finally, someone understands.
Enkidu immediately followed with a single sentence that annihilated it.
“She can also participate.”
Hestia almost burst into tears.
“If there’s anything, let’s discuss it in the newly built Uruk on the ground,” Rowe said calmly.
“Enkidu, you must miss it, right?”
The more chaotic the moment, the more you must not panic.
Small scene. Small scene.
First, change locations.
The sage’s insight told him that as long as you diverted the conflict first, once the initial emotional flare passed, what followed would be much smaller.
So why do I have to understand things like this?
Enkidu’s face softened with emotion.
“Ah… I miss it very much.”
After thousands of years, to reunite in a familiar place would indeed be wonderful.
Athena’s smile turned serene.
“Then I’ll go too.”
The Goddess gently held Rowe’s hand.
“Enkidu sama, I will follow you,” Atalanta blurted out quickly.
Enkidu glanced at her.
“Just say you like Rowe. I won’t blame you, okay?”
Atalanta stiffened.
A beat later.
“Um… me too.”
“You can’t,” Enkidu said, turning to Artemis.
Artemis, still squatting, let out a confused cry.
“Eh?”
“The moon will disappear.”
Enkidu tilted her head, leaned down, and stroked Artemis’s hair with gentle finality.
“There will be a chance.”
Off to the side, Hestia, after the initial helplessness, had already recovered her composure.
She watched two goddesses, one demigoddess, and one sage shift from sharp hostility into an oddly harmonious tableau. She blinked her blue eyes, curiosity surfacing on her pretty face.
Across endless years, she had seen many heroes favored by the gods.
But that favor was usually no more than indulgence, as if they were toys.
Rowe was different.
He was the one who truly won the hearts of goddesses.
And two of them were virgin goddesses like herself.
In countless ages, Hestia had only seen one such case.
Was the charm of the sage from Uruk really that great?
The Hearth Goddess was very curious.
Far away.
“Did you see it, Heracles?”
On the Caucasus Mountains, atop a peak so high the clouds lay below it, someone roared with a trembling voice.
“Among the victors of the Trojan War, there are no gods of Olympus!”
Prometheus, the fire thief, descendant of the Titans, threw back his head and laughed. His body shook, and the chains around him clattered loudly.
“I saw it.”
Beside him, someone answered with a smile.
“I damn well heard it too, Prometheus.”
Heracles stood there, a robust Greek hero no less imposing than a Titan. The man who had overcome endless hardships alone looked toward Prometheus, still imprisoned by Zeus.
“Mr. Rowe is back.”
Heracles’s voice steadied.
“The time has finally come for you to be free.”
“You should have been freed long ago.”
“All things change,” Prometheus said, still laughing.
“To be freed decades late is my choice and my destiny.”
“And the day Sir Rowe ascends this mountain will be the day I am freed.”
Prometheus’s eyes shone.
“I believe he will definitely come to see me.”
“If this can bring an end to Zeus’s rule, then it is worth it.”
Boom.
Thunder crashed from high above and struck Prometheus.
But it could not drown out his laughter.
So Heracles laughed too.
Because they both knew that, at that very moment, the eyes of Zeus, God King, had already begun to notice the changes on the earth.
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