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Being caught in the gaze of the Skywing race can induce the illusion of death.

And at this moment, the place where the Skywing race gathers.

The two Skywings gathered together.

They are special.

One was the first.

One is the final one.

Azriel.

Speaker of the Council of the Eighteen Wings.

The full-wing agent of the Skywing species...

She has emerald-green hair, a single horn on her head, and heterochromatic blue-gold eyes.

A pair of symmetrical wings, seemingly woven from light, emerge from the waist.

The halo above his head was extremely complex, consisting of several intricate magic circles and geometric patterns.

She was the first Skywing species to be created, and she is over 26,000 years old.

She often wears an angelic, perfect smile to mask her true feelings.

She considers herself the older sister of all the Skywing races.

She attempted to pass legislation to make everyone sincerely call her "elder sister," but this was collectively rejected by the attendees.

The leader of the Skywing race.

They possessed the right to execute members of their own clan.

However, he has no authority among the Skywing race and is regarded as an idiot by his own kind.

He often spoke rudely to him and referred to him as "that thing".

Even the creator, Arthas, admitted that she was "uncharming and a fool."

But even so.

As the first individual created based on perfection.

He possesses unparalleled combat prowess and an incredibly ruthless will.

They might even use their companions as shields in order to kill the divine species.

"Jibriel, what are you doing?"

She questioned another Skywing.

Jibril.

She was an angelic girl as beautiful as a goddess.

His entire being exuded an overwhelming presence.

A geometric halo rotates above its head.

Wings, 0.8 meters long from the waist, emitting a faint glow and aerodynamically too small to allow the body to float in the air.

Her long, flowing hair.

Even indoors where there is no wind, it still keeps blowing.

Whenever the hair sways, it reflects light like a prism, making it look like a rainbow.

His eyes opened slightly.

There was a palpable, almost palpable, murderous intent hidden in his gaze.

Compared to Azriel's first representative of the Skywing race.

Jibril is the last individual born among the Skywing species.

Although it is the final result.

However, his actual age is 6407 years old.

Like other Skywing species, they possess eternal life.

Its capability indicators are top-tier even among the Skywing species.

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PS: The picture is of Azriel!

Chapter 826 On that day, the Winged Race and the Elf Race simultaneously gathered in the human territory! [Requesting monthly tickets, ratings, flowers, and subscriptions]

Azriel dotes on Jibril.

It got to the point that even the latter got annoyed, and he really liked holding Jibril.

But this time she didn't spoil her.

His eyes were sharp.

Even her usual cat-like speech patterns weren't present in her words.

Not long ago, Jibril did a series of things that did not conform to the code of conduct of the Skywing race.

Simultaneously.

What puzzled her most was that Jibril acted in a way that didn't fit her expectations.

Jibril is very fierce and therefore looks down on lower races.

Despite her disdain for lower-ranking races, Jibril was diligently researching information about elves and machine races in the library.

These two special races are understandable.

But Jibril is most interested in information about the weak human race!

No matter how you look at it, Azriel feels this is too abnormal.

and.

Jibril is usually the kind of person who does whatever she wants.

Jibril, however, has become extremely quiet.

It seems... he's become more mature and composed?

"23 Jibril, answer me, what are you doing?"

Azriel questioned him again in a stern voice.

"..."

"Clap!"

Jibril closed the book.

She raised her calm eyes and looked directly at Azriel.

"!!!"

I met those eyes.

Azriel sensed a certain confusion churning within it.

"I do not know."

Lips parted slightly.

Jibril gave Azriel a reply that puzzled her.

Yes.

Jibril had no idea what she was doing or why she was doing it.

Because of a dream.

She wanted to know why an elf would become her teacher.

She wanted to know why she had become friends with both humans and machine races.

She also wanted to know why she, a Winged Race whose goal was to offer the Throne of Victory to Atshul, would fall in love with a... human.

All the confusion stemmed from that real dream.

Upon waking, Jibril attempts to search for traces of these people in the library.

"Azriel, may I tell you all my confusion?"

The pent-up emotions in her chest made her want to confide her troubles.

"..."

I heard that her confusion didn't seem fake.

Azriel softened and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll listen to you."