Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

This youngest sister has not listened to her very much since she was born...

Forget it, let her go...

In the distance, the manipulated fantasy species "Mist Vortex" is gradually approaching, and the air is filled with a suffocating atmosphere, accompanied by the magic cannons of the elves' fleet.

Azrael flew in front of all Flügel.

"Remember, don't take too many heads, nya! Even if you want to take the heads, make sure to do anti-corrosion magic this time! If there is an unpleasant smell floating in front of the throne of Lord Artosh, you must go and put them away. Abang-kun (Abont Heim) cleaned it all up! Do you understand meow?”

"Yes~~"

The girls responded sweetly.

Azrael took a deep breath and showed a cruel murderous expression.

"Then, please enjoy hunting meow!"

……

External wars cannot affect the interior of the elves capital for the time being.

The magical protective barrier blocked even the screams of the elves and the constant falling of the "Grass Vault Ship", and the city in the woods was unexpectedly quiet.

Rope stood in the extremely gorgeous Temple of Cainas, stretched out his white left hand, and stroked the displayed tributes from left to right.

And finally, the Garland Throne upon which Cainas once sat.

"Where are you? Kainas."

He smiled.

"I'm so close, can't you still feel it? Or... you have already sensed it, but you don't want to face me? What a weak and timid goddess..."

The air was still silent, and there was no sound of the soul.

It looks like Cainas doesn't eat Rope's provocation at all.

In other words, this god-species' adherence to its "natural way" should override the humiliation of mere language.

I have a headache...

If he keeps shrinking and refuses to come out, if Rope wants to solve Cainas, he may have to destroy the "nature" of this world.But it is undoubtedly quite troublesome, almost to the point of nauseating trouble.

Then ignore Kainas and turn the target to "God of Forging" Okan?

--Can't.

Leaving a fish that slips through the net is to bury a bomb for himself. Rope never pinned his hopes on the "fairy tale plot" in the original book, expecting other gods to behave like mentally handicapped non-intervention when the "Star Cup" appeared.

Because once an accident occurs, there is absolutely no turning back.

"Oh, it's black hair."

A girl's tender voice sounded in the empty temple.

Ropey turned his head calmly and looked at the Flügel that landed on the platform at the door.

With gorgeous rainbow-like long hair, Jibril held the heads of two elves, half of her body was dyed red with the blood of elves, smiling, with a terrifying appearance of a slaughtering angel.

This is her first meeting with the God of Disaster.

Chapter [-] "Extra Individual" Jibril, the "Absolute Strike" above "Sky Strike"

Slightly.Slightly.Slightly.

The Flügel stepped on the ground made of stones, and the footsteps echoed in the Kainas statue.

The flow of elves surged in an instant, gathering crazily with the pure white wings of the Flügel as the source.

"Although I would like to say, "Black-haired elves are really rare," but you... you are not elves, are you? "

Not just the appearance of the ears.

And in Jibril's perception, there is a sense of threat that is unique to the Flügel.

A feeling similar to that of Artesu-sama.

- Divine species.

So, this is the source of the "abnormality"... With such a weak aura, it's no wonder that Azrael-senpai's "horns" can't be accurately judged.

Jibril's cross-striped pupils stared at Rope.

On the contrary, the black-haired youth didn't move much, just looked at her calmly.

"The Flügel... Jibril?"

"Huh? Have we met?"

Jibril was surprised when the other party reported her own life.

Rope shook his head, turned around and continued to look at the throne of the "God of Nature" Kainas.

"I just heard your name before, it's nothing to worry about. I don't intend to interfere in this war between the Flügel and the elves, just do what you should do."

"Sure enough, it's a god species..."

The statement of the black-haired youth confirmed Jibril's guess.