Fate/My Villain Simulations

Inside the temple, silence reigned.

Ishtar stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the young man in front of her. He wore a bright smile, one full of sincerity.

For a long moment, she was at a loss for words.

The protector of Sumerian agriculture, harvest, war, justice, and beauty.

These words had been passed down countless times throughout Ishtar's long existence, becoming almost like a civilization in themselves.

Some spoke with insincerity, others with true devotion. There were those who claimed to speak in the name of the goddess, professing their faith, but ultimately serving only their own selfish desires.

In truth, many were like that. The priests in the temple, especially, as a mother goddess, attracted many female followers.

For some, Ishtar's temple was merely a place for exchanges of 'various' kinds.

Nobles within the city-state would sometimes place their lovers in Ishtar's temple, treating it like any other place for indulgence of lust.

The more devoted believers fared slightly better, but even they were not exempt from risking their lives for the faith they held. However, they were never truly facing the goddess.

Every time Ishtar gazed upon these followers, she saw only fanaticism, devotion that wasn't true reverence. Perhaps this was the attitude mortals should hold toward the divine, but Ishtar could never say she liked it.

Compared to those who came to her temple, Ishtar often preferred wandering the wilds beyond the city-state. There, she met farmers, hunters, even savages who believed in her. These were people who didn't come to her for grand ceremonies or rituals but for protection and aid but even these people, when they looked at her, did so with the eyes of a devotee.

However, Susa was different.

Ishtar could feel the sincerity in his gaze, unmistakable and pure.

But... It was strange.

Adoration, reverence, fear, anxiety—these should be the emotions one had toward a deity.

Even among the gods, the weaker ones looked upon the mighty Ishtar with the same gaze. It was difficult for her to understand.

Ishtar couldn't read any satisfactory answer from Susa's eyes.

What she saw was something deeper. Closeness. Protection.

Even with her own brother—whom she had known from birth—Ishtar had sometimes sensed great deception in his eyes.

As the oldest of the goddesses, she had been the archetype for many stories. The biblical tale of the serpent deceiving and stealing the forbidden fruit? It was based on her. However, the only ones who ever deceived Ishtar were her father and brother.

The high and mighty goddess had never seen such a gaze before. It was like the intense, burning stare of a lion.

And it unsettled her.

Sincerity—true sincerity—was the most difficult thing to comprehend in a world riddled with intrigue and deception. It was almost as if Ishtar could never understand how her underworld sister, who had been shunned by others, could find happiness in the Underworld.

Bump!

Ishtar's heartbeat quickened, each pulse a reminder of the strange sensation growing within her.

Though she was the goddess of love, she didn't understand love in the way mortals did. Yet she still knew the signs, the subtle changes when love might be approaching.

No way! Impossible!

Ishtar quickly dismissed the thought from her mind. How could a goddess ever fall in love with a mortal?

It must have been the boy's words—his declarations of love toward her—that had made her feel this way. As expected, mortals are all smooth talkers.

She hurriedly turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze.

Ishtar knew, deep down, that the boy's feelings were real. But she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge the possibility that it might be more than just admiration.

Otherwise, Susa wouldn't have started such a grand rebellion for her.

"You… might be joking, right? A mere mortal, and yet you speak of protecting the goddess? Don't forget, your divine power is barely a thousandth—no, not even a ten-thousandth—of mine... you're still far from being able to protect me."

Hearing this, Susa quickly asked, "Then, if I become strong enough, can I protect you, my beloved Goddess, Ishtar?"

Ishtar smirked, "Hah! I am not so weak that I need a newly ascended god to protect me but if you really want to try, then train properly. However, if your strength doesn't grow, then all your words will just be laughable."

With that, she vanished from Susa's sight, almost as if she were running.

Looking up at the sky, Susa couldn't even catch a glimpse of where the goddess had gone.

"She's really cute." Not Rin Tohsaka but she was still very cute. Indeed, no matter which incarnation of Ishtar one encountered, she always had that same endearing trait.

Proud, yet a little tsundere.

She couldn't handle the sincerity of others at all. Having grown up in the sheltered environment of the divine realm, Ishtar had always been indulged. Prideful, arrogant, and willful, she had no trouble deciding the fates of those who failed to meet her expectations. But when someone treated her with genuine affection, she became flustered, unsure how to respond.

It was undeniably cute.

Although being tsundere wasn't exactly a popular trait these days, even so, a female protagonist who occasionally showed a bit of tsundere behavior still made hearts flutter.

A great artist once said, "Half-exposure is the highest form of art."

Ishtar's attire was the perfect embodiment of this philosophy.

Beneath the gold-threaded chest armor and innerwear, only her enticing black stockings remained. The boy's ultimate fantasy was black stockings.

Black stockings were the most powerful symbol of a fantasy goddess! Just SNIFFF!

Moreover, beneath her sheer clothes, her fair skin shone through, like a canvas waiting to be admired. Her delicate, fragrant shoulders, slender abdomen, and alluring feet... SNIFFF!

For any young man, in any era, this was a deadly charm. This was the most beautiful existence in human history.

For Susa, it wasn't just charm—it was overwhelming.

Her beauty was enough to indirectly knock him out, rendering him defenseless. Yeah, if not for the mission, he would bury his head between her thighs and die.

Long live Ishtar!

When Susa was caught by Ishtar, his mind had already wandered to such fantasies.

The half-day spent in her presence, inhaling the goddess's fragrance, had stirred something deep inside him.

If there was one flaw to Ishtar... It was probably her age.

After all, she was the oldest of the goddesses. Inevitably, she was a bit older in terms of years. For someone barely in their teens like Susa, she was an overwhelming force.

But strangely, that age becomes a bonus.

She radiated the pure appearance of a young maiden, but with the maturity of a married woman. She even blushed when facing a child much younger than herself. Everything could be done with a half-push, half-acceptance.

Yet, she would still stubbornly cling to her wisdom and experience.

Wasn't this the dreamlike setup? A milf with a body of young woman and mature.

And the fact that this very person could become his comrade, even as a villain... Susa fully embraced the role.

He was in love.

Even if it meant becoming the goddess's lapdog, it didn't matter.

It was everything he ever wanted. It was a perfect match. And he could indirectly complete his mission—becoming the villain.

Once he grew stronger, the goddess, who could be so easily manipulated, would become even more intriguing.

But before that...

Susa picked up the spear that Ishtar had reclaimed for him.

He walked out of the temple, a fire in his chest.

Certainly, beauty mattered but the true appeal lay in the determination and unyielding character that villains like him possessed—qualities untouched by external forces.

No more distractions.

Training.

He would train until he could defeat Gilgamesh and destroy the very fabric of human history from its roots.

"Hehe! A goddess in arms with strength of a galaxy. Not bad I think~," A wicked grin spread across his face as he walked into the future.