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Wiping away the tears that slid down her cheeks, Azrael just looked up at the distant sky.

She hadn't realized before that she had the ability to shed tears——

Is this enough to comfort Lord Artosh?

And what about the people at this moment?

Claire and the others looked at Azrael who was crying suddenly, and their restless hearts couldn't help but calm down, revealing extremely complicated eyes, quietly dazed.

the first time--

She felt it so well,

In that powerful life——!The strongest individual of the Flügel has always been burdened with heavy pressure and burdens.

Until now, Azrael was truly freed.

So... is it more important to have strength, or a strong heart?

This question may be...

No, think about it carefully, both are irreplaceable precious treasures!

As Riku back then had power comparable to God of War, sitting on the throne of God of War,

Will the position of the only god be lost?

Similarly -

If it is the God of War, he is not content with the status quo, imitating Jibril, constantly eager to master more knowledge, and constantly eager to become stronger!

In the end, even if all the Ex-Machinas were sacrificed, would they be able to achieve the great feat of reflecting divine strikes again?

People opened their mouths slightly, a little dumbfounded at the thought.

And on the other side-

Sora looked at Azrael's appearance, and looked at her face.

"...Although it is not very clear, but your expression is very good."

Finally—— Sora said that to Azrael with a smile for the first time.

"...May I ask four questions? Anthropomorphic—no, Sora, Shiro."

——Yes, there is no answer at all, just back to the starting point—then she has something to confirm.

"You... why do you live?"

"Because there is white."

"...Because I have a brother."

"What if one party dies?"

"When you die, you die together, so there is nothing to do."

"...same right."

That kind of answer, inevitably, makes people think of the husband and wife duo.

Either live together or die together—

Is it not all wins, or all losses?

For them, an imperfect victory is a loss.

There is no tie at all—

'Sure enough, it really looks like it! For a while, such thoughts appeared in people's minds one after another, and they couldn't help but sigh.