Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"You don't know, doesn't that mean it doesn't exist?" Ropey laughed, "Don't underestimate this 'universe', Miss Jibril of Flügel. "

"..."

Jibril was speechless.

Because life is too long, even in a war, the Flügel's knowledge storage is terrifying, but they never dare to say "I don't know, then it just doesn't exist".

The unknown of the world is terrifying.

"You affirmed the "growth", and denied the possibility of the "Flying Wings" defeating Artosu-sama.Lord God of Disaster, do you want to say that if I want to fulfill my own value, I have to give up my identity as a Flügel? "

"How can you just give up your Flügel identity? You're too proud of yourself, Miss Jibril."

Rope shook his head and said.

"Listen, I'm not giving you advice, teaching you how to defeat Arto, that's my job. I'm just answering your question about the gap between the strong and the weak, and nothing else. other. "

"...You firmly believe that you can defeat the strongest and invincible God of War? Without the slightest doubt?"

"Of course, it's impossible for me to stop in front of a mere Articu. No matter what happens sooner or later, he will only become my nourishment. This is not a big rant about the strength of the enemy and me, but it is inevitable after being very clear."

"..."

After this sentence, Jibril understood why Artesius had expectations for Rope, not her.

Even though Jibril knew that Artosh created her in order to let her defeat the strongest self, as the created God of War Feather, no matter how much Jibril hypnotized herself, she would be convinced by Artosh's power. Fear, all the racial powerhouses in the world, including other gods, are like this.

But the god of disaster is different.

From the very beginning, the black-haired young man in front of him never regarded the God of War as the "strongest" from the bottom of his heart, but was just an obstacle that needed to be overcome.

His eyes were attracted by the scenery behind Alter.

"About the necessary possibility of the weak to challenge the strong..."

"You don't need to explain." Jibril's tone was respectful: "I already have the answer to this question myself."

"Really? Well, it's okay, I will continue to organize the language."

After a few more steps, Rope found that Jibril was not following.

"Are you going?"

"Ah."

Jibril nodded, and then said suddenly.

"Oh! As your "predetermined enemy", even if you don't seem to want my life, you should leave something as a price for this interview, right?I understand what you mean! "

understand what?

Rope raised his head to say hello.

Then Jibril began to twist, her wings fluttering.

"Oops... Considering your appreciation of my appearance, will you let me give my first experience to reproductive behavior? Maybe I'll get pregnant and give birth to a child with soul fragments of the gods... What will happen to Lord Artosu? What about me who is his daughter? A traitor who colluded with the enemy general? Azrael-senpai will go mad? Huhu, it's so interesting."

"..."

Although I had seen it in the original book, Jibril's mind jumping still made Rope full of black lines.

"Kidding."

Jibril's expression became serious.

She put her hands on her wings.

"As for the price of this interview, let me rip off my wings and present them with both hands. For Flügel, wings are the most precious thing, even as a reward for your generous answer."

Jibril was serious, Rope could feel it.

"...You are not only cruel to other beings, but also cruel to yourself."

"Oh, I can pay the price of a pair of wings and leave alive from your hands. Anyway, I earned it."

Jibril looked up at the starry sky.

"To be honest, before I came to you, I was ready to die, why didn't you choose to kill me? As a member of the Flügel, if you start a war with Lord Artesius in the future, I will definitely Be your tough enemy."

"Tricky? Humph."

Rope snorted contemptuously, then turned around.

"Then it's because of your face."

"You're here again..."

Jibril thought that Rope was teasing her, because in her impression, how could the gods born from the marrow be moved by the false appearance.

But the truth is that Rope is telling the truth.

From the beginning to the present, he has not concealed that he is the essence of face control and role control - you see the girls he has dated and been close to, which one is the unknown?

"You can think that this journey with me is the price, hurry up and take your wings and go back to Abant Heim."

The reverse storm disappeared, and Jibril quietly watched as the black-haired youth's back was covered by the skeletal blizzard.

This is the only god-species she has had two close exchanges and deep cognitions besides Arto.