I Have Too Many Wings

"The Flügel, heirs of the loser, struggle, resist, and live in humiliation under the rules I have established.

I give you the right to challenge me and avenge me.

Sharpen your fangs well, I hope that one day, you will be able to pull this game back for Artosh, huh..."

Leaving a sarcastic sneer, his figure disappeared from the sight of all Flügels.

Anger grows on the twisted expressions of the loli.

Everyone wanted to rush over and kill Rorschach.

At this moment, the haze and depression in their hearts were almost swept away.

Fighting spirit was rekindled.

The Flügels have someone they must defeat no matter what - the only god Rorschach.

……

"Thank you so much this time."

On Abunt Heim, a fringe that overlooks the earth directly below.

Jibril flew towards Rorschach who was sitting on a sloping stone pillar.

As soon as she landed, she said thank you.

Because of the repairing warlock, she has regained her young girl's posture... No, that lordosis is not a girl's specification at all.

The Flügel is basically like this, with a pure childish face, a hot body, and a faint temptation to be immoral.

It has to be said that Artesu is a god of taste.

"Thank you?" Rorschach glanced at Jibril unexpectedly, "I thought you would attack me when you met."

"It does mean that, but..." Jibril took a deep breath and said, "You helped the Flügel to divert their attention, bear the hatred of me, and eliminate my suicidal tendencies... This is beyond doubt. fact."

"Don't you hate me for crusade against Arto?" Rorschach asked.

"Of course I hold grudges! But... you also fulfilled my lord's wishes and let my lord fight heartily."

Jibril said seriously:

"What's the point of being the strongest without a challenger? You have given my lord the strongest meaning."

She sat beside Rorschach, raised her head, looked at the starry sky, and whispered:

"Compared to Tetto, you are a qualified challenger. Compared with Tetto being the only god, you are undoubtedly more pleasing to my eyes."

"Jibril, it's not up to you who will be the only god."

Rorschach tilted his head to look at her and responded:

"I carry the hatred of your Flügel, not because of your favor, but because of my own regret.

And... let's cancel our bet. "

"The bet... canceled? Why?" Jibril's face showed surprise, "Didn't you always want to get my body?"

"...Huh? What nonsense are you talking about!" Rorschach choked.

"Isn't it?" Jibril curled her lips. "You tease people at the most sensitive place as soon as they meet. This is the first time I've encountered a pervert like you. Do you have a special hobby for me getting smaller?"

"Forget it, do whatever you want."

Rorschach was too lazy to clarify, after all, there were too many misunderstandings on his body, and too much debt did not weigh him down.

He said directly:

"I made a bet at the beginning to make it easier for me to limit and control you and prevent you from doing things everywhere.

But...you've grown a lot more mature, so let's stop there. "

"No," Jibril shook her head, "a bet is a bet, whether you admit it or not, I will abide by it."

She got up and half-kneeled beside Rorschach:

"From today, you are my master... um... I'll call you master."

"Recognize it if you want." Rorschach shrugged, "Since the matter is settled, then I'll go first, goodbye."

"Wait!" Jibril grabbed Rorschach's arm, her eyes rolling with enthusiasm.

"……what?"

Seeing her drooling expression, for some reason, Rorschach wanted to kick her away.

"Knowledge, knowledge of another world!" Jibril dragged Rorschach with all her strength, "Please, take me to the real world, there is a lot of information on the Internet! A lot of information!"

"You relax first..."

"You promise me first! Master."

Jibril said hard.

Rorschach's face was stiff, and he pushed a few times. After finding that he couldn't push it away, his eyes fell on Jibril's wings...

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