Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Does Azrael-senpai think we can win?"

"Of course!"

Azrael raised her chest and said without hesitation.

"Lord Artosh is the strongest! All obstacles and challenges are his sideshows for joy! The word failure does not exist in Artosu-sama's dictionary!"

"……Is it."

Jibril turned her head and glanced at the temple on top of the cloud.

She suddenly discovered something that she had subconsciously forgotten.

How many years has the temple existed?

A thousand years?Three thousand years?Nine thousand years?Or was it standing there before the Flügel was born?

--ancient.

For the most useless words for the longevity species, Jibril felt the truth in her heart for the first time.

And in that ancient building, who does not move, does not compete, and is not happy, what kind of mood does her creator have to spend the long years with?

Perhaps because of this, Master Artoshu expects the God of Disaster to step into his temple as a tyrannical challenger...

Jibril thought.

"Senior Azrael."

"Huh?" Azrael tilted her head.

"What was the expression of Lord Artesius before you left the temple?"

The eldest sister of the Flügel was taken aback for a moment, and answered uncertainly.

"Probably, are you laughing?"

Then Azrael added details like she was slowly recalling.

"It's like when we have a target worth hunting, and we are in a group discussing who the head belongs to, and the happiest smile is indescribable."

"Sure enough..."

"Xiaoji, why are you asking this?"

Jibril stretched and stood up from the high platform, her expression returning to her usual laughter.

"Since our creator is so happy, it's inappropriate for me to cry another face. Senior Azrael, let's usher in the glory that belongs to the Flügel in pleasure!"

"Ok!"

Azrael's eyes shone brightly.

"Xiaoji, does this mean that you accepted your sister's love?"

"Shut up, asshole."

Jibril said cruel words without changing her smile.

Azrael was not hurt, but laughed along with her younger sister.

"You can rest assured, sister."

She floated up, her white wings fluttering.

"I'm going to patrol the west. Both the Nightmare and the Fantasy have the ability to move in space. In order to prevent surprise attacks, the communication magic must be activated at any time from now on?"

"I don't think the god of disaster would do such a small gesture."

"why?"

"intuition."

I can't say that I have had a very in-depth communication with that god of disaster...

The Flügel girl directly moved out the words that made it impossible to continue.

Azrael looked at Jibril speechlessly, shook her head, the halo shone, ready to move directly to the destination.

But at this moment, an eager female voice interrupted Azrael's actions.

"To the southeast, the enemy has reached the visual range!"

"Southeast direction..."

The information on the communication magic caused Azrael to cancel the space movement spell set up in an instant.

Changing the teleportation location, the Flügel's eldest sister immediately came to the notification location.

The killing angels of the large army have long gathered here.

Standing on the edge of Abant Heim, with the sky below, the elf-strengthened pupils of the Flügel crossed the limit of distance and saw the true identity of the enemy.

"how come……"

Azrael murmured in disbelief.

The sight in front of her was beyond her expectations for this war.