Fate/My Villain Simulations

Susa stood frozen, at a complete loss for words.

Ishtar, on the other hand, was the very picture of calm and composure. Her foot, as flawless and pale as moonlight, came to rest gently against his forehead.

Slowly, ever so slowly, it began to slide downwards until it reached on her forehead.

Susa's throat tightened, his breath catching in his chest. He dared not stir, not even a fraction.

[Your innate talent "Beautiful Youth A+" has been activated.]

A completely unnecessary reminder.

After more than a decade of enduring these constant notifications, they had lost all meaning. Susa now heard them several times a day, so frequently that they barely registered in his mind anymore.

Anyone who came close to him was bound to fall under the influence of this talent.

It was, in truth, the secret behind Susa's ability to amass power—his charm was the foundation of his growing army.

The notifications had long since lost their power to rattle him.

But now, in the solemn stillness of the temple hall, besides himself, there were only Ishtar and the two lions.

There was no mistaking the target of this charm. Yeah, there was only one person for such target.

What would come next?

Susa, unwilling to let his thoughts wander too far, could hardly bear to imagine.

Ishtar, however, continued to gaze at him with an unblinking, tranquil expression.

Suddenly, as though struck by an idea, her jade-like foot slid past his lips, trailing downward.

Her toes gently curled under his chin, lifting his face upward, forcing his gaze to meet hers.

Then, with an almost casual tone, Ishtar spoke, "Your reverence has not gone unnoticed. I believe this means you will remain loyal to me for all eternity. Hence, you should feel honored. In all these years, you are the only one who has stirred such feelings within me."

Ishtar lowered herself, leaning in with an intimacy that left Susa's heart racing.

His pupils dilated imperceptibly as he took in the sight before him.

So pale. So pure.

With delicate fingers, Ishtar pried his mouth open just slightly, slipping one finger inside, tracing the edges of his lips with slow, deliberate intent.

"As long as you remain eternally devoted to me. I will not hesitate to share everything I possess with you." She whispered.

[You feel Ishtar's soft fingertips brush against your lips.]

[After what seemed like an eternity, as you waited in a strange mix of awe and anticipation, a rush of warmth surged through your body.]

[The power spread, filling your limbs, spreading through your torso, every nerve alight with an energy unlike anything you've ever experienced.]

For what felt like the span of an entire revolution of the Earth, the two remained locked in that moment.

Finally, Susa felt the flow of power come to an end.

Ishtar nodded in satisfaction, her gaze soft and approving as she gently lifted her foot from his chin.

Quickly, Susa took a deep breath, finally taking a sigh of relief. Even though he didn't have any kind of weird foot fetish but… hear me out.

"Good," She murmured, her voice calm but filled with an undeniable authority. "I have now shared my power with you. Though this strength is but a mere trifle to me—nothing of consequence—it will be enough for you to claim it as divine."

After a brief pause, she added with a touch of sarcasm, "Of course, you are the weakest of the gods. Your 'divine status' is barely one-twentieth of Gilgamesh's strength. In other words, you're the weakest of the weak, a bottom-tier god among the bottom-tier gods."

Susa clenched his fists, fighting the urge to speak out.

Enough. No more.

He longed to push Ishtar's foot away, to silence her with a sharp retort before he could finally generate any foot fetish but he restrained himself. After all, he was a devoted servant of the goddess. He could not afford to disrespect her.

"So, what should I do?" Susa asked, keeping his voice steady despite the internal conflict.

Ishtar explained, her tone slow but deliberate, as if carefully choosing her words:

"Don't worry. I have the patience to explain everything to you. You are undeniably a god now, but the power you possess comes from me."

She paused, watching him closely. "As a mortal, you lack the heroic deeds necessary to bear divine might on your own. My divine power isn't suited for subtle tasks. Therefore, you can only carry a fragment of divinity."

Her voice softened as she added, "But even this small portion of power will be enough for you to challenge Gilgamesh."

Susa's gaze sharpened, understanding settling in.

"Only a god can defeat another god. Ordinary mortals can never defy a divine being, even a half-blooded idiot like Gilgamesh."

Susa was well aware of this truth.

Divinity, no matter where it appeared, was an overpowering force.

For most heroes, slaying a god was nothing short of an impossible task.

While Fate/Grand Order often portrayed divinity as a quirky buff. Heck, it was more like a debuff. Any enemy with anti-divine skill or NP is a nightmare for you but, in reality, a hero without divinity would struggle even to harm one who possessed it.

That was why Susa had focused so relentlessly on refining a single technique to face Gilgamesh.

"Do you understand?" Ishtar asked, her voice softer now, as though testing him. This was her first time explaining such matters to a mortal.

Susa nodded, his expression serious. "Your explanation was very clear, Goddess. I completely understand."

Ishtar smiled, a hint of relief in her gaze. "Good. I was beginning to worry that you might be too dense to grasp it."

With that, she relaxed and continued, "But you may call me Ishtar. That is my true name."

She paused for a while. "There are countless goddesses of the heavens, but none bear my name. I am unique. You have my permission to address me as such."

Her voice softened further, as though offering reassurance.

"As for the power, do not fret. Since you are fighting Gilgamesh on my behalf, it is only right that I reward you. And anyone who dares to disrespect me must be punished. From now on, you shall be my blade—my subordinate god."

Ishtar's tone was final, as though the matter was settled.

"It is the goddess's command."

Susa gave a slight, respectful nod.

Ishtar's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, her voice softening once again.

"Now that everything is settled, rest here for a few years. I've instructed the priests to locate the warriors who will fight alongside you. Later, you will take command and train them…"

Her words were measured, her gaze intense.

"Teach the world the sharpness of the War Goddess's blade."

Susa was about to respond, eager to express his agreement, but Ishtar cut him off.

"And don't call me 'Goddess.' Since you are now my subordinate god, you must address me simply as Ishtar. That is an order."

Susa's heart swelled with a renewed sense of loyalty. He straightened, his voice firm.

"I will remain eternally loyal to my goddess, Ishtar."

As soon as Susa finished speaking, he felt an invisible chain link him to Ishtar.

The divine power that had once felt alien to him now settled within his being, its presence finally stabilizing as if it belonged there all along.

"Hm, there's really no need for this. I trust you for now."

Ishtar glanced at Susa, her gaze unreadable, before turning away.

She stretched lazily, a fluid motion, and began walking toward the outside of the palace.

"This is such a hassle. I still have to explain everything to those idiots. Otherwise, they'll just find another excuse to blame me. But honestly, if they're going to talk about me like that, I might as well just kill them all."

Ishtar's voice was brisk, but there was a certain magnetic allure in her tone that could make anyone yearn for her presence.

With those words, she embodied the classic villain archetype. Yet, her confidence and defiance were undeniably captivating.

Susa couldn't help but feel that being saved by Ishtar might not be such a bad thing after all.

True, his previous actions may not have been noteworthy enough to be passed down in stories. But if he were to commit crimes with someone like Ishtar—someone who was already a villain in her own right—who wouldn't consider him just as much a villain, a bad person?

Ishtar reached the outer gates of the palace, but then, as if something occurred to her, she stopped and turned back, her expression thoughtful.

"By the way, is there anything uncomfortable for you? This is the first time I've granted a mortal the right to become a god, and what you've integrated with is part of the God of War's essence."

She looked at him with a hint of curiosity, as if she were genuinely concerned.

"If there's anything wrong, you should tell me."

Susa stood up, his body still feeling the lingering warmth of her divine power. He smiled, his eyes reflecting the light that seemed to radiate from the goddess herself.

"No problems at all. If anything, I feel more alive than I ever have. My heart is pounding with energy, like I've been infused with something that makes me feel unstoppable. Especially the feeling of your power filling my body—it makes my heart soar."

He paused, looking at Ishtar with admiration that seemed to shimmer in his eyes.

"It feels like I'm getting closer to you, the one I adore and worship, almost like a dream come true."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his tone shifting slightly, now filled with a quiet determination.

"But I want to know… in the future, can I use this power to stay by your side and protect you?"