Why can't humans do it too?

"Do you regret it?"

Tet's words still echoed faintly.

"Do you want to be with them? Do you feel you can't wait any longer?"

"Do you regret not coming here sooner to see this letter? Are you annoyed by your hesitation over the past three thousand years? And do you regret not coming to this palace right after the great war ended, before I was born and the covenant was established?"

"You never said goodbye to them, you didn't even exchange a final glance or a moment of eye contact... Winged Race, will you regret this?"

"Because of my indecisiveness."

Tet's voice was like a series of death warrants, or like heavy, invisible chains, turning into a dense, giant net that fell on Jibril. This time, however, Jibril did not punish the noisy deity with words or actions as she had done before.

Silence, like the calm before a storm.

"...How much did that guy pay you to say these things?"

“You don’t even want to mention his name.”

Jibril's voice, which she managed to raise after a long pause, was abruptly interrupted by Tetto's simple and decisive words, and this time she fell silent for a long time.

The pendulum of the wall clock in the living room outside the door swung steadily and continuously, and the clicking sound characteristic of mechanical operation became even louder at this moment, until Tetu muttered to himself again.

"Well, if I had to pick a benefit, the Star Grail would probably be the biggest one... Although it's all a lot of troublesome stuff. That guy clearly said he was just temporarily taking care of it, but he's been gone for three thousand years... It's so boring..."

Immersed in loneliness and boredom, the only god simply lay on the bed, burying his face directly in the blankets and muttering complaints. At this moment, He was just like a human child who matched His appearance, swinging His legs rapidly and making the blankets thump loudly.

Troubled by the complex emotions swirling within her, Jibril ignored Tet's presence and strode quickly toward the palace gates. Her final words to the revered God were just one sentence.

Don't stay too long.

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Instead of choosing to leave directly using the spatial manipulation method that the Skywing race is best at, Jibril opted for the simplest and most direct method: straight-line flight. She flew forward at almost the limit of her pure strength, breaking the sound barrier and piercing through the sea of ​​clouds, like a sharp sword cutting through the sky.

Unabashedly arrogant, the pink-haired Skywing didn't even use any spirits to protect her body. Instead, she chose to face the oncoming wind and rain in the most direct way, just like when that man had taken her for a high-speed ride, or when she had taken him flying at high speed amidst his screams.

Tsk, is it because seeing the letter triggered memories that caused hyperplasia?

Completely ignoring inertia, it stopped abruptly. This sudden change from extreme motion to extreme stillness didn't even make Jibril's hair get messed up. She just clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, marveling at the various thoughts that were running wild and almost impossible to contain.

Over the years, even though she hadn't passed through many places by chance each time, she had become extremely familiar with the entire Disboard. More accurately, she had become extremely familiar with this entire region. What was once unclaimed land had been incorporated into the territory of the Forest Elves after three thousand years of development.

Those weeds who considered the most beautiful natural scenery in the world were overjoyed when they discovered this wonderland. Even after engaging in more than a dozen covenant games with other races that also coveted the area, they did not give up and finally succeeded in bringing the region under their control.

Although Jibril wanted to remind them that this was not a naturally formed landscape, but the place where a god had fallen, she had no interest in talking to those boring scumbags face to face, so she decided against it.

As the Flying Race, with its fantasy species Abant Heim as its nation, has no need to participate in the foolish territorial disputes among the races on the surface, and the races on the surface will not refuse the arrival of a powerful being like the Flying Race who is strong and has no interest in fighting for land.

Gazing from high above at the distant mountains and lands where white crystals floated, Jibril's eyesight was sufficient to see everything in that area clearly. Many races who had come from afar were curiously playing on those crystals.

Jibril didn't know when it started, but she found that she had lost interest in looking down from that crystal peak again. It seemed that at least several hundred years had passed since then. She used to think it was just because she was bored from visiting too much, but now Jibril knew that it was not such a simple reason.

It wouldn't be fun if I went alone.

Jibril realized this fact, and she even took her noisy older sister Azriel there once. The winged creature with emerald hair was so moved that she was almost in tears. However, on that day, Jibril found that she always lacked a certain kind of... passion.

I'm not motivated, and it's not interesting.

So it remains the same right now.

Turning her gaze away from the crystalline land, Jibril showed no intention of going over. She simply took to the air at high speed once more, or rather, she was venting her emotions in this way. The clouds she pierced through created two beautiful lines in the sky, and the gale she generated made even those on the ground feel the chill.

Jibril returned to Arbont Heim.

This city, built on the back of a huge and ancient fantasy species, is made up of white cubes of all sizes. These are the dwellings of the Skywing species. The interior and exterior are decorated with skulls of all sizes, and the skulls that best show off their achievements are naturally hung outside the door.

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For example, the enormous skull of the dragon spirit that still exudes majesty even in death leaned against Jibril's house. It was Jibril's most prized possession before the end of the great war, a trophy that even her sisters couldn't resist challenging to seize.

Those were truly glorious years... but after the great war, none of the Skywings' collections ever increased again, and Jibril often heard her sisters complaining about it.

While many individuals and even entire races within almost every race were celebrating the end of the endless war, the Skywing race was the only one in mourning.

This era may be the best of times for humans and other flesh-and-blood races, as they no longer have to worry day and night about survival, life, or even how to eke out a living. However, it is the worst of times for the Skywing race, who love war and slaughter and hunting the precious heads of other races as trophies, and even for the God of War, who is infinitely powerful in endless wars and corresponds to the concept of war.

The Skywing races are alright. Even though they are life forms created by the God of War, their existence itself is unrelated to the concept of war. Even if the war suddenly stops, what affects them is only their mindset and mood during peacetime. The disappearance of war will not directly affect their strength or even their life or death.

But the God of War is different.

Beyond her most prized trophy, Jibril's gaze fell upon the highest point of Abant Heim, the place where the master served by all the Skywings lay in slumber.

The palace is golden, but it doesn't give people a vulgar feeling of worldly gold. When you stand next to these thick and tall pillars in the palace, the only feeling you can get is a sense of sublimity and awe.

It's completely different from someone's palace, isn't it?

Thinking of that palace, which looked romantic and incredibly grand on the outside but had a plain, off-white interior decorated with countless flower petals, Jibril couldn't help but suddenly want to laugh.

It had a rather gilded exterior but rotten interior. At least, no one walking in that palace could see anything related to the flower petals outside, and they couldn't even feel any reverence for it. It was just too ordinary.

Recalling how she had imagined what kind of palace that man had built over the past three thousand years, Jibril couldn't help but mourn for her own fantasies... and then she wanted to laugh even more.

That guy really doesn't seem like a god at all...tsk, he can even easily give up the power that even the divine seed craves.

Jibril didn't dislike anything about the palace—at least when she finally stepped onto the palace three thousand years late and pushed open each door herself, she didn't feel the sense of unfamiliarity she had imagined.

Well, not seeing the shameless traces left by that man and that weed in the palace is definitely a plus.

"...ha~"

Jibril shook her head with a wry smile at her own thoughts that had drifted off to who-knows-where, and then the next second she saw the imposing figure sitting on the tall throne with his wings folded open his eyes.

"...Why are you laughing...? My most precious wings..."

Yes, the most precious wings—this is a title of affection that even Azriel, the eldest sister of all the Winged Race created by the God of War and the most powerful, never received.

On the very day that great war ended three thousand years ago, Jibril received this nickname that would even make her doting sisters jealous... A direct criticism of Azriel, who for the next few millennia would wail and weep whenever the topic came up.

"Because... I remembered... things related to that man."

Kneeling on the ground, Jibril hesitated for a long time before finally choosing to tell the truth.

Although it sounds strange, even she herself found it difficult to compare whether she cared more about that man or the master she served in this world.

When that man disappeared from Disbotli three thousand years ago, the one who was most unable to accept and furious was not even Jibril, but the God of War Arteshu. Especially after discovering that a person who had never been heard of before had been born and become the only god, this tall god-like being angrily spread the wings of light on his back and rushed to the outside of the Flower Palace with an aura that almost destroyed the world.

The reason it is said to be almost is because after war and violence were banned, no matter how angry Althu was, it seemed more like he was creating an atmosphere or special effects, without even harming the flowers and plants on the ground.

Surrounded by all the Skywing races who followed, Altshu did something they had never imagined before—Altshu angrily rebuked Tetu.

It's hard to imagine that the deep, battle-hungry, and usually taciturn god-like being, like a volcano suppressing its eruption, would utter such fierce words. He rebuked Tetu as a shameless scoundrel who had appeared out of nowhere and stolen the fruits of victory, and then angrily launched a heaven-shattering attack on the One God.

Of course, it was just that kind of attack, and even that attack was only because Tet allowed the God of War to vent in that way and then calm down. Naturally, it could not cause any harm to Him, who is the only god.

Artes was searching for Sull's trail. He couldn't accept that the being who had surpassed the limits of power, defeated him with the strength of a weak mortal, and snatched victory from his hands had simply disappeared from this world.

He could never forget the look in His eyes when He looked up; it was etched into His mind like a burning iron.

As the God of War, He finally understood the feeling described by the wings He valued: knowing that He was the weaker party yet still persisting in the fight. He also experienced the joy of wanting to become stronger and chasing after the strong—but the goal He wanted to chase had disappeared.

He was replaced by an unknown person who had never been heard of and had never done anything.

This is a defilement!

This is shameful theft!!!

This was a battle between Alteshu and the Dragon King, a battle completely different from the countless battles He had experienced. It was also the first time since His birth that He had unleashed His power out of anger, and He was no longer confused.

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Well, even the once invincible God of War can only prove his seriousness and anger by unleashing his power in this way... To put it bluntly, he's just part of the atmosphere team.

Even if the one who usurped the throne of the One God was an unknown figure from the past, the One God is still the One God, all-knowing and all-powerful. He simply waved his hand to quell the commotion caused by Artesius, and then extended a game invitation to the enraged God of War.

【So, let's play a game~ With fair rules, even if we lose, you won't have any complaints~】

The androgynous boy spoke so casually, and then won the battle.

It wasn't that Tetsu overpowered Altshu with the power of the One God; rather, by limiting his power, he managed to maintain a level playing field with Altshu and defeat him. Even Altshu himself couldn't bring himself to complain about such a defeat.

And so, in just a few days, the God of War, who had never failed before, failed twice in a row, truly making this deity understand what it meant to be lost.

The so-called inability to express resentment was merely verbal; however, Altes was indeed unwilling to accept defeat. He wanted to regain victory and defeat the game god who had won with a smile. Of course, these were other matters as well.

After the failure, Altshu was finally able to calm down and listen to Tet's explanation. After receiving Tet's assurance that Sull had only gone out for a trip and would eventually return, he took the Skywings back to Avant Heim.

For the next three thousand years, the Skywing race watched as their master sat on his divine throne, studying...game skills day after day.

It must be said that even though direct violence and war are prohibited, there is still conflict wherever there are people. Even the alternative wars in various covenant games are still considered wars. Therefore, Altshu has not weakened to the point of needing to go into hibernation. It is just much weaker than during the Great War when the whole world was filled with war and blood.

"is it?"

There was no agitated reaction to Jibril's revelation; Althu simply responded with a calm and deep voice.

"You have something on your mind... my precious wings."

To be honest, it was a bit like an old father who didn't know how to communicate with his child trying to start a conversation with him—yes! Jibril knew that this analogy was very disrespectful! But after hearing the words of her creator, she couldn't help but recall the words that a certain man had said in the past.

How should I put it? I almost want to laugh... Right now, she was looking very serious before she came in!

“Yes, my Lord,” Jibril quickly lowered her head and answered, forcibly suppressing the urge to laugh, “I just, I just… wanted to… repent…”

Hesitation and indecisiveness are rarely seen in Skywings, but Jibril, who already has an incomplete individual title, didn't care about such a trivial matter. She simply took a deep breath, cleared her mind of those chaotic thoughts, and began to reveal herself intermittently.