Why can't humans do it too?

His gaze swept from left to right, and then from left to left, as if a king were present wherever he went. Everyone, regardless of height, weight, gender, or age, lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes for even a second. They had none of the courage of their ancestors.

On the contrary, the children were squirming in the arms that their parents were forcibly pulling them into, until they could peek through the gaps in their embrace. Their eyes were filled with curiosity, perhaps even admiration or longing.

Children are always bolder, but Jibril also knows that when they grow up, they will still act like their parents are now... and this process will not even take a few years, it will only take these children three or four years to appear.

Jibril smiled at the daring children and continued walking down the street.

It is said to be an unimaginable longevity for races with short lifespans, but in the end, there are not many races that can compare in age with the Skywing race, which is a life form composed entirely of elves. The only difference is how many generations they have gone through.

Even after she abandoned them, the race and the divine species that the weeds didn't care about still built themselves according to the framework she left behind, along with the direction the entire race was heading, including their betrayal of that foolish and arrogant divine species in a game, thus completely shedding their shackles... How foolish.

Despite possessing the identity of a divine being, they have never been able to develop a sound mind. Times have changed, haven't they?

Those who are too weak to keep up should just die.

Jibril sighed.

Why is it that even though that weed has long since disappeared, those long-eared creatures still follow everything she established? They haven't changed it for thousands of years, and instead of falling behind other races because of this conservatism, they have developed rapidly, encroaching on the living space of other races.

Doesn't this just highlight how formidable that weed is? It's as if it's always hovering here, like a ghost that will never disappear... It makes me furious every time I think about it.

Those who've already disappeared should just disappear cleanly! What's with all the dawdling?

Jibril sighed again.

It's been three thousand years.

Those events that occurred only a few years in her long and ancient life, from the unique perspective of an immortal species, did not turn into a symbol as she had expected. Even after three thousand years, they did not fade to the point of disappearing, becoming mere fleeting images that occasionally surfaced in her mind.

There were no tsunami-like waves, nor heart-pounding ups and downs. It was more like an old, yellowed photograph, its edges scorched black by flames, the image on it barely visible, its outline indistinguishable.

That photograph—which Jibril thought she would never see again—was picked up again on the clean white pillow by her bedside as she returned to her home in Arbont Heim, feeling lost.

I wonder who put it there... Ha, who could it be?

The old, yellowed photograph no longer carried any trace of its original scent, but when Jibril held it to her nose, she could still faintly detect a hint of fireworks.

Unlike those heads that are merely decorations in the house, which have gradually faded away, and whose memories have not been forgotten... Jibril sometimes couldn't help but be troubled by the memory that came with this powerful body.

It's quite annoying.

But it was only a slight ripple on the arm, like a flicker of the fingertips, and it no longer caused the slightest disturbance.

She still remembers, but too many lives have forgotten.

That era where only strength was truth, that era where anyone strong could do whatever they wanted and destroy a city with their own power, the blood and fury, the wails of the incompetent—it was all so captivating. Even that great war, or the entire era of endless war, has been reduced to myths and legends of unknown veracity in the tales of some races, or perhaps to bedtime stories to lull children to sleep… I'm talking about you, humans.

Although other races seemed to be similar, Jibril always felt particularly...annoyed when she saw humans like this?

Well, it's not exactly a worry, it's more like—sighing.

That's all I can do now, just sigh. As for anything more, or doing anything at all... what's the point?

The lifespan of the forest elves is only a little over a thousand years, and the lifespan of the sea elves is even shorter. That simple-minded girl who once contributed her strength to that man's plan and unilaterally declared that the sea elves were humanity's eternal allies died thousands of years ago. Now, even she herself has become a great queen who will be praised by the sea elves.

Well, to be honest, when Jibril went to the seabed out of curiosity to investigate, she found that those idiots living in the beautiful underwater city were able to depict that fool on the stone wall as so dignified, solemn, and even far-sighted... Jibril couldn't really comment on that.

What was her name again? Nia? Or Jasmine?

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

You could say that fools sometimes have good luck.

However, the marine species' records are still considered ancestral accounts and haven't risen to the level of myths and legends. But humans have almost forgotten what happened back then. Those legends and stories have long been lost in the three thousand years of transmission and alternation. Furthermore, there are many people who deliberately create true and false rumors, and no one cares about what happened back then anymore.

For humans, what happened back then was like having a dream at night. When they woke up the next day, they only knew that they had a dream, a very long dream, but they couldn't remember anything about what happened in the dream. They were such a forgetful race, and Jibril was not surprised at all.

Even their past alliance with the sea-dwelling species is almost forgotten. Well, that's not quite right. It should be said that even the fact that they broke their alliance with the sea-dwelling species is almost forgotten... Yes, the human race broke their ancient alliance with the sea-dwelling species a thousand years ago.

The reason is quite simple: marine species are a group of happy beings who live by the ultimate hedonism principle, and they are also known among all races for their lack of intelligence, becoming synonymous with optimism. In contrast, there are far too many intelligent people in the human species, or rather, they are too intelligent.

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The marine species, having essentially given up on thinking, complied with the demands of those clever people, helping them fish, occupy islands, and survive on those islands... etc. They were simply too easy to use, like a handy tool, and couldn't stop.

As is well known, there is a famous saying among marine species: "If you're going to work, you've already lost."

So when those marine creatures who were being ordered around and busy with various tasks suddenly realized that they didn't have time to swim freely in the sea or lazily sunbathe on the beach, and that they had to go to a fixed place at a fixed time every day to do fixed things, they naturally ran away.

When these stubborn and simple-minded little kids... I mean, those who aren't very intellectually gifted, have made up their minds about something, they dive headfirst into it, and nothing anyone says can change that.

Following their instincts, they would not do anything against their instincts. It was from that time that the then-Queen of the marine species announced the severance of the alliance with the human species—unilaterally, just as they had unilaterally formed the alliance at the beginning.

Jibril couldn't help but laugh.

However, according to the casual remarks made by Avant Heimri's other sisters when they returned from their previous trip, as well as the information she has personally investigated, after a thousand years, this generation's human queen seems to be seeking a renewed alliance with the marine species and has already made many preparations.

A thousand years is enough time for those simple creatures in the sea to forget what happened a thousand years ago. As their curiosity about the world beyond the ocean is rekindled, they have no choice but to communicate with the land once again—after all, the marine species is an all-female race.

These empty-headed creatures always inexplicably drive themselves to the brink of extinction, but Jibril doesn't care about such things, nor does she care whether the human and marine species can rekindle their relationship.

She simply wanted to stroll around this city, the human capital.

The random thoughts that popped into her mind were merely the seasoning for her tranquility, while all the humans who saw her, who were a Skywing species that only existed in stories, were amazed by her exquisite appearance, her beautiful hair and wings, and were also surprised by her behavior.

A Skywing species walking on the ground.

Literally walking, despite having beautiful wings and being able to fly in the air using magic even without wings, the Skywing race was now walking step by step on the street, and even though the streets of the capital were always being swept, her boots were still dirtied.

Many humans had already noticed the unusual behavior of this Skywing, but when the panicked guards summoned the current human queen, Jibril had already vanished from everyone's sight.

She had no interest in knowing the human queen's name, nor did she intend to meet her.

Short-lived, fickle, and prone to sudden and alarming self-destructive tendencies, this race, which doesn't know how to cherish itself and might kill itself at any moment, she had no intention of wasting time getting to know them better. In any case, all she needed to do was take a short nap, and these guys would reach the end of their lives.

My interactions with humans are limited to that man, and only to that man... That's enough.

That's what Jibril insisted on.

She would only occasionally stroll through the human city when she had free time... and that was enough.

Really enough.

How about an iced tea?

After leaving behind a surprising amount of human currency, Jibril quietly took a cup of tea from a stall in the market.

The unique bitterness and fragrance of tea are made even more refreshing by the ice cubes mixed with fruit juice.

Jibril suddenly found herself hating the sky—though that statement might be too assertive; more accurately, she hated the thing she could see whenever she looked up.

That was a magnificent sight that all races and all life living in this world now called Disboard could see with just a glance—grand, spectacular, romantic, and incomparably sacred; all descriptions related to reverence could be applied to it.

A palace built of countless red petals, whose fragrance can be smelled even at the farthest edge of the world, is located at the very top of the world, in the azure sky, a place that mortals can never reach.

There may be places on this round planet where the palace is not visible, but there are several long ribbons extending from below the palace... also made up of countless petals.

The names of those from ancient times are long forgotten and uncared for. When those fortunate enough to encounter the youthful, singular god and dare to inquire about the palace or the flower petals, the great deity chuckled and said:

"That palace? I'm just keeping it safe for you~, so it's not convenient for me to tell you~, but these flower petals... let's call them Xin Ke~"

"Haha, not bad, Xin Ke, Xin Ke Hua, that guy would be happy to know, right? Hahahaha~"

And so, the one and only god with heterochromatic eyes and androgynous appearance vanished amidst hearty laughter. Those who gazed at Him in awe could only hear his unrestrained laughter and the name bestowed upon them by that one and only god.

Countless lives, even in their infancy, yearn to visit this legendary palace, which is said to hold countless treasures and even secrets known only to the gods.

It is said to belong to a species of deity even older than the single god who currently governs all of Disboard. It is powerful, ancient, and kinder and warmer than light. Since the beginning of the world, it has been mercifully watching over all things. However, it was eventually saddened and exhausted by the mutual harm among all races and chose to exile itself—at least that's what the old folks say.

There are many other legends, but all of them have the same ending—for the past three thousand years, no one has ever been able to reach that palace.

But Jibril can.

To be honest, she would rather she couldn't.

If she could, she wouldn't want to go to that palace at all, not even bother to glance at it.

However, such a wish is a bit too much for a race that has wings, can fly freely in the sky, and uses flight as a means of transportation.

After being trapped in Avant Heim for over a hundred years, Jibril was finally dragged out of the city by Azriel's persistent nagging. However, the sight of the mountains and fields covered in red really raised her blood pressure quite a bit, and it took her a long time to get used to it.

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When these vibrant red flowers reach the most beautiful moment of their lives, if no one picks them, their petals will fall at their most fragrant and splendid moment, carried by the wind and swirling into the sky until they merge into the river formed by their petals.

This is a tradition that has never stopped or been interrupted for three thousand years, and it is not limited to a single race, but is an annual grand festival for all life living on Disboard—the Flower Dance Festival.

According to legends from ancient times, when the sky was covered with these petals, long wars would cease, and it was a festival of peace. Over time, it gradually evolved into a festival that encompassed almost all auspicious meanings.

It was the peak season for the Shinko flower, and the approval of the One God had made most of the life forms of various races fall in love with this flower. So much so that what was initially only grown in the land of the Forest Elves had now spread to the entire continent.

Oh, by the way, the sinchon flower has also acquired the meaning of courtship and representing love over a long period of time. Young people of many races will give each other a bouquet of sinchons as a hint of their feelings before expressing their love.

Similarly, those who are already married and have started families will occasionally exchange these flowers to express that their love will never change.

Back to the Flower Dance Festival, on this day people exchange gifts, offer blessings to each other, light bonfires, and indulge in heavy drinking... I mean, lavish feasts. Even before nightfall, fireworks and magical glows illuminate the azure sky, making it even more dazzling.

Even if you can see this magnificent sight every year, from the anticipation of wandering through the streets and alleys as a child to standing at your doorstep with a cane in your old age and squinting your eyes, you will never tire of it. The bright red petals weave through layers of rising fireworks without being harmed in the slightest, and the fragrance they spread along the way intoxicates the whole world.

Only on the day of the Flower Dance Festival is the weather clear and cloudless, the sun not too glaring, and the temperature mild. Even if the day before was a day of torrential rain and wind that looked like it would flood the entire city, if the next day happens to be the Flower Dance Festival, then the weather will still be sunny. All races know that this is a gift from the One God.

And so the revelry intensified.

They will not decay, they will not wither. Time seems to have stopped on these petals the moment they detached from the stem. On this day, parents will often bend down and tell their children stories they heard when they were young. If they are lucky enough, they may see one or two petals that fell three thousand years ago when they look up at the red curtains that stretch across the river in the sky, and they will argue quietly about who is right.