Why can't humans do it too?

Jibril somewhat regretted coming in in front of this talkative fellow, but when she actually arrived outside the palace, it seemed she couldn't avoid his attention no matter what.

Although she seemed to have never cared, Jibril actually knew that Tet had once used a game as a wager after the war to keep a stubborn guy away from the palace. As for how she knew... that stubborn guy was called the God of War.

It has to be said that Tet is a master at ruining the mood. Whether he did it on purpose or not, at least Jibril has somewhat shaken off her earlier hesitation.

Shaking her head, no longer thinking about the unknown, Jibril simply turned the doorknob.

The iron handle snapped open with a crisp sound, slowly revealing the blue bedding with green patterns spread out on the bed. There were no flames or charred remains; bright, warm sunlight streamed in from the window near the bed, and the sheer curtains were half-drawn, exuding a relaxed, homey feel.

It was a peaceful and serene scene, as if nothing had happened, but more than this scene that inexplicably relieved her, Jibril was more concerned about...

Instead of flapping her wings and flying over as she had done in the cabin, Jibril bypassed the bed and strode over from the other side, albeit at a slightly faster pace.

The bedside table, once filled with all sorts of cherished photos by that man, now only has a vase full of vibrant flowers, which, like the ingredients in the kitchen, have never withered even after thousands of years, and you can still smell their fragrance when you get close.

The only thing missing were those photos—their own, the one of that weed, the two of them, the two of them, the three of them… they were all gone.

Unable to describe whether the feeling that surged into her heart at that moment was one of loss or disappointment, Jibril's amber eyes narrowed slightly involuntarily. The sunlight in this world was far too dazzling. An inexplicable violence and anger suddenly erupted in her heart, as unstoppable as a volcano... Hmm?

The pink-haired Skywing bent down, her hand brushing across the off-white bedside table. When she straightened up again, she had picked up an envelope from beside the vase that was almost indistinguishable from the color of the bedside table—it really was indistinguishable, except for its thickness, which gave it away. It almost fooled the Skywing's keen eyesight and perception.

With her lips pressed tightly together, Jibril quickly tore open the letter.

【My dearest Jibril:】

【…】

Chapter 143 Jibril's Side Story 11

Although breathing is something that doesn't matter to energy lifeforms like the Skywing, Jibril still subconsciously held her breath and tensed up when she saw the beginning of the letter.

In a few swift movements, she unfolded the stack of letters, revealing the yellowed and decaying words, frozen in time, gradually appearing before the pink-haired winged creature's eyes. Her gaze swiftly and cautiously swept over each line, not missing a single stroke.

The text in parentheses is the handwriting on the letter.

To be honest, this is already the fourth sheet of stationery I've used. I've been struggling with what to call her at the beginning... Dear Jibril? Dear Jib? Dear Little Jib? Jiji? Haha, you won't be angry, will you?

Xinke said I'm like a lunatic, but I feel pretty good right now. Uh, it would be even better if she weren't sitting behind me watching me write, otherwise I have a really bad feeling... I guess I should be fine, right?

It's probably nothing... Anyway, you know how scary the gaze of a forest elf is when they're not smiling, cough cough. I'll use my divine power to hide this part; only you can see it (whispering).

"...Ha," Jibril put down the letter in her hand, looked up and recalled the past, the tone and appearance of that weed when it spoke, and couldn't help but grin and chuckle at the man's complicated little thoughts.

As expected of that weed, she wasn't surprised at all that it could do something like this. Shaking her head, Jibril continued reading.

Of course, aside from the issue of address, what troubles me more is actually the attitude and tone I should choose when writing this letter. I have no intention of using the power of some one God to explore the future or observe your thoughts. I believe that you probably wouldn't want to see me do such a thing to you... But, it has been more than ten years since we last met, hasn't it?

For ordinary life forms like humans with short lifespans, even childhood friends who grow up and play together will eventually drift apart after only four years of university life, even if they meet and spend time together during holidays. The long separation and inability to share stories will inevitably create a rift.

Perhaps in the eyes of immortal beings like Xinke and you, this is a very boring thing, and it is also evidence of the weakness of mankind. But this is indeed the case in our society, and even humans themselves are used to it.

That's why I care so much about this issue. This dilemma has nothing to do with the power I have right now. Perhaps it's because you are special... Ah, after writing this in front of Xin Ke, her gaze seemed to become even more intense, but I won't hide anything here.

To break down this dilemma, or to put it more bluntly, there's only one thing I care about—in your eyes, what kind of relationship do I have with Xin Ke?

I can never forget the two wonderful years we spent together, and I always maintain that those were the happiest days of my life since I came into this world. What about you?

Now, more than a decade later, what are your thoughts?

I hope you don't feel guilty or pained because of the resistance you provided to us by the blue sea of ​​elves at the end of the great battle. Perhaps Xinke still harbors resentment, but I have never felt any hatred towards you because of it. At the same time, I hope you don't feel... guilty because of this.

Yes, it's guilt. I never thought I could use the word "guilt" to describe you. After all, you will always be the proud Skywing in my heart. But the more I think about it, the more afraid I am that this feeling will actually appear on you.

The Winged Race does have tears. Although I don't know why the God of War added the ability to shed tears when creating the Winged Race, a life form made purely of energy, I really like this way of expressing emotions. It's a vivid proof—when Xin Ke struggled to lead me into that Sea of ​​Elves, did you shed tears with your back to us?

I want to know, but I can't bear to know.

As I said, I have never blamed you or held a grudge against you for standing opposite me and Xinke. The Skywing race was born to fulfill the God of War's long-cherished wish, so how could I ask you to give up this innate mission and disregard your own thoughts?

Loyalty is an admirable quality in any world.

When the war ends, we can still be friends, we can still be... family.

It seems I've been a bit presumptuous, since all these feelings and thoughts only apply if you genuinely feel guilty as I suspected. Well, there's another possibility: you haven't even had those thoughts, although given your actions, that's unlikely. But if that's really the case, please forgive my overconfidence; it's certainly a bit shameless, haha, sorry, sorry~

"...This...idiot!!"

These words were squeezed out between clenched teeth. Jibril instinctively wanted to clench her fists, but stopped when she noticed the thin letter paper deforming from her movement.

This guy, this idiot, how dare he be so fake—

"What an idiot! Honestly, if only I had known sooner—"

boom! ! !

On the other side, Tetu, who had just sat cross-legged on the bed with curiosity, reached out and shook his head in apparent helplessness. However, before he could finish speaking, the noble One God was hit on the head by a vase that Jibril picked up without hesitation and threw at him.

With a crisp thud, the One God collapsed onto the bed.

It's hard to imagine that such a malicious attack could happen in a world that prohibits war and violence. Perhaps it's because the perpetrators didn't have malicious intent?

laugh.

Jibril glared fiercely at Tetu, who was lying down pretending to be dead, then gritted her teeth and turned her gaze back to the letter in her hand; the man's thoughts were still unspoken.

You must have been conflicted, right? In the decade or so before that great war ended, did you ever want to see me and Xin Ke one last time? But you couldn't take that step because of your own position.

At least for me, I often think of you, Xinke, and me. It's not about positions or anything complicated; it's simply the feeling of friendship. I miss those beautiful times… or rather, when the excruciating pain of being torn apart and the sorrow of witnessing heroes die overwhelm my mind, the only solace for my broken soul is those few, faint, candle-like beautiful memories.

Chapter 144 Jibril's Side Story Twelve

People only rack their brains to search for the beautiful things in their memories when they are in trouble. I don’t even know if the beautiful entanglement I am still thinking about now is a fantasy of what it looks like under those circumstances. The rarer something is, the more we cherish it.

Alright, let's not talk about those unhappy things anymore. Now that I have seized the throne of the only god from the hands of many different kinds of gods, even mentioning the suffering I endured in the past feels like playing the victim and being ungrateful. After all, if enduring my suffering would lead to the position of the only god, there would probably be countless people in the world who would be willing to go through it.

Looking at it this way, I'm just a lucky guy, and I'm lucky in only two ways: I met and befriended Xinke and you... uh, the order of names here doesn't matter, don't be silly, okay?

In short, please forgive me and Xin Ke for leaving. Only after becoming the only god did I realize that my coming to this world was not just a coincidence. If I were to sit in that position, everything connected to me would gradually converge on me. Such a future is too terrifying.

Therefore, I entrusted a trustworthy and reliable deity with the divine position, and also asked him to take good care of humanity. Cough cough, I don't know if you'll be angry, but I also asked him to take good care of you... If he doesn't do his job well, just remember it, and I'll beat him up when I get back, haha.

I don't know when you will see this letter, or whether you will ever come to this palace on your own... I have decorated this place to be the way we know it best. It can be called home, but what real home would be without family members?

I'm sorry I didn't take you with me on this journey, but I hope you don't think it means I'm excluding you from our group. The reason it's just me and Xin Ke is because, on the one hand, she lost her physical body when she and I fell into the Sea of ​​Elves, and she almost dissipated into the most basic form of elf. On the other hand, because she was stained with my blood, she had to become a part of me, and even maintaining her independent consciousness became difficult.

Besides, the spirits that make up a part of your life are likely unique to this world, and your power is quite immense. It would be a shame if something happened to you in another world because the spirits couldn't replenish their strength. So let's wait until we find a suitable world before we come to pick you up—if you're willing to come then.

On the other hand, it's because... the God of War, Artesu. Although it's not entirely accurate to use the analogy of blood relations between humans to describe the relationship between the Skywing race and the God of War, in a sense, He can indeed be called your father, right?

After the great war ends, the God of War, who feeds on war and slaughter, will inevitably weaken in the long period of peace. However, what needs more attention is His mentality. For a god as proud and arrogant as Him, the inability to find a foothold may be the root cause of His self-destruction. Think about the story of the heart, you don't want to see the God of War piercing his own essence in loneliness, do you?

In my hometown, there's a saying: "While parents are alive, one should not travel far." This saying seems to apply quite well here, and I'm sure you can understand the meaning. Therefore, as their daughter, you shouldn't leave with me. Just be more careful and try to help alleviate the worries of the elderly.

That's about it. There seems to be so much more to say, but it also seems unnecessary to say it. After all, I believe this is by no means our final farewell, so why be so hesitant? Maybe Xin Ke and I will be back in this world in the next second. Who can say for sure what will happen in the outside world? Haha.

Take good care of yourself, don't get caught up in sorrow and worries, be happy every day until the day we meet again. I will miss you, and Xinke will miss you too. When I wrote this, she didn't rush over to erase it, so I'll assume she thinks the same way. Is that okay?

Oh, by the way, please forgive my little joke, haha, but honestly, Xinke's suggestion is really great! I'll use an envelope that matches the exact color of the cabinet to write this letter~, and um, I'll compress it as much as possible... You're not angry, are you? Haha~

I hope we can meet again soon!

Suer & Xinke? (?ω?)ノ】

The writing had reached its end. Amidst the sound of the letter being folded, Jibril tried to find some words she had never seen before, but the back remained blank.

"You seem to be late?"

A muffled voice came from the side. The wise and unique god had learned to hold a pillow in front of his face to defend against sudden attacks. He did not use his divine power to see through everything; he was just guessing based on everything he had perceived so far.

“…Hmm, I’m late,” Bittie said calmly, seemingly taking a deep breath and puffing out her chest. The fragrance of flowers in the room seemed to intensify after the vase was thrown out.

This answer was far too honest, so honest that even Tet found it hard to believe.

You cried~

Harboring a desire to see something even more interesting, this one god with a wicked sense of humor went a step further.

"……I don't."

Still with that unnatural calm, Jibril simply took deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling.

She should have been sad, or perhaps angry, with only pure emotions, but at this moment, Jibril only found that a complex and diverse range of emotions were simultaneously intertwined in her heart.

The letter's author seemed to have anticipated her reaction, using simple words to stir her emotions so that she wouldn't be overly sad or unable to accept it. If one had to describe it in words, Tet felt that Jibril's expression at this moment should be described as a mixture of sadness, frustration, complexity, anger, and irritability, yet she was also unconsciously curling up the corners of her mouth.

"I just... have dry eyes."

As she made this judgment about herself, Jibril said in a low voice, her gaze falling on her fingers that had just brushed past the corner of her eye, where there was no wetness.

The tears of the Skywing race... should only exist when the spirit has exhausted most of its body, causing its form to shrink. Only at that time will its mind shrink to a level that matches its physical size.

That's why tears streamed down her face.

Jibril knows all of this.

Chapter 145 Jibril's Side Story Thirteen

"You knew there was a letter here all along?" Jibril asked in a low voice, turning slightly to avoid being seen by Tetu, who was peeking over the edge of the pillow.

"Of course I don't know. Didn't I already say? This is the first time I've returned to this palace since I was born and left. Before, I was born in an empty room," Tetu replied in a muffled voice. "At least trust me a little more on this point. How can I rashly come here when the master is not here?"

“Really? I understand,” Jibril said casually, closing her eyes and holding her breath, as if she could sense something in the silence that closed her off.