Why can't humans do it too?

“I have become weak… my lord,” Jibril knelt on the ground, her wings folded at her sides, her whole body lying on the ground, her arms tightly hugging her knees. When her white wings fell down, it was as if she was curling up and hugging herself.

“A hand that reached out from the past has held me back… It shouldn’t be like this, but I can’t stop myself from thinking about those things from the past… It makes me weak, makes me… no longer like a Skywing.”

Jibril's voice was already as low as it could go, yet she knew that Artesius could hear her; he just hadn't responded yet.

"No longer decisive or resolute, nor do I regard those short-lived weaklings as meaningless beings... I can even vaguely resonate with the same emotions as them..."

“I am changing… My Lord, is this what you would have expected?”

As if facing a silent wall, Jibril lay prostrate on the ground, muttering to herself, appearing increasingly lost.

"You stepped onto that palace, my most precious wings."

Despite lacking the ability to foresee the future or explore the past, Althu stated this with unwavering certainty, his words devoid of any uncertainty.

“…Yes, my lord,” Jibril replied after a moment of silence.

“You are smiling, ever since you stepped into Abant Heim… that is to say, my most precious wing, you have not regretted your choice today.”

"No, you should say you're regretting it... regretting that you didn't step into that palace sooner."

Altshu's calm and steady voice was like a sharp knife, piercing through Jibril's defenses one strike after another, the white blade going in and the red blade coming out, each strike a critical hit.

Jibril's curled-up body trembled slightly, and a few feathers fell from her wings. Without raising her head, the pink-haired Skywing quickly traced her finger from the left corner of her mouth to the right—in a slightly upward curve.

The Lord she served was not wrong.

What I grieve about is not that I chose to step into that palace today, but that I am grieving for being late... even three thousand years late, which brings with it all sorts of complicated thoughts.

"Then... why choose today?"

Altshu was still asking questions. What he was curious about was not what was inside the palace, but why his most valued wings, after resisting for three thousand years without ever going there, had chosen to step into the palace at this sudden moment.

Yes, even He knew that today was the day the great war ended, and Altshu would never forget the day He was defeated, but that was not enough—even though He, as a god, could not explain why, Altshu knew that it was not enough.

As if out of fear or disbelief, Jibril trembled more and more violently, to the point that even the words she spoke trembled.

"...I just...have...a little..."

"...I miss them..."

So faint as to be almost inaudible, so faint as to be a whisper, that it seemed shameful to even utter such words, Jibril managed to squeeze them out between her teeth, only before the Creator she served at this moment.

They even felt ashamed about it.

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"I miss that man, I miss the times we went out together, I miss the screams I made while flying in reverse, I miss the stories he told, I miss the meals he cooked, even the sneer of that forest elf planting weeds has become beautiful!!!"

"Am I going crazy?! My God!!!"

After uttering those five words, the pink-haired Skywing seemed like a madwoman who had lost control of her mind, or perhaps she was just throwing caution to the wind. Her extremely fast speech was so rapid that it would have been impossible to understand her if Altshu hadn't had such good hearing.

Enraged, Jibril pounded her fists on the floor in front of her, screaming and yelling in a self-destructive manner. This was the first time she had ever done such a thing in this palace where all the Winged Races maintained the utmost solemnity and reverence as if walking on thin ice.

To be honest, Althu was a little scared.

Although he was a divine species, he never imagined that the Skywing species he had created would have such an intense emotional outburst, or even the reason for it.

So the Skywing race can do this kind of thing too?

"Hmm~~~, since you miss it so much~, shall we go and see it?"

Theoretically, only Altshu and Jibril should be in the God of War's palace at this moment. There should be no situation where they, with their combined strength, could not detect and secretly sneak in to eavesdrop. However, a third voice did indeed sound at this moment, and the voice was very familiar. Jibril had just gotten rid of this idiotic voice not long ago.

"Well, calling me an idiot is a bit too much, isn't it? I do have a tiny bit of game intelligence—"

beep—

The violent energy expansion brought with it a sharp, explosive sound, an attack launched by Jibril against the source of the sound, Tetto, with the force of a murderous suppression, or rather, an outburst of enraged anger.

boom!

"Alright, alright~, don't be so angry~, I brought good news~"

Naturally, it didn't cause Tet the slightest harm. Tet, who was wearing a light coat and emerged from the smoke, just coughed in a pretentious manner, then patted off non-existent dust and smiled as he met Jibril's murderous gaze.

"you--"

"It's the latest news about Suer~"

With just a casual remark, Jibril's sarcastic and mocking remarks from the Skywings and Forest Elves, who were about to arrive on the battlefield, came to an abrupt halt, and she stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"Actually, I received the message from the future~, but for me, once I know it, I know it anytime~. After thinking it over, I decided to pass the message on to you at this point in time... Hmm, the timing seems just right~"

Looking around, Tetu nodded and said, a white envelope between his raised fingers.

"What is that?!" Jibril's pupils suddenly contracted. The style of the envelope was too familiar; she had even just opened one today.

Having rarely done anything like this, Tet didn't keep anyone in suspense. He simply shrugged and tossed the envelope to Jibril.

Before she could say anything, Jibril opened the letter with the fastest and gentlest speed. Her fingers seemed to be trembling slightly, but—why was it blank?

Silently unfolding the letter she had taken from the envelope, Jibril felt as if she were a bomb about to explode, a surge of anger rising within her from being mocked.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, what Suer actually sent back was a verbal message~, so I'll just relay it directly—uh, the letter is just so you can write back if you refuse~~~"

Jibril: "..."

No one would believe a single word; Tetu's wickedly amused smile said it all.

He knew, of course, that Jibril would not refuse Sull.

The pink-haired Skywing was no longer just like a bomb about to explode; she was already a bomb. However, just before the explosion, this bomb was pushed back down by an outstretched finger—no joke, it was a real, expanding energy bomb.

“Alright, there’s no need to torment my servants like this… Tetu, speak now, about the One God,” Altshu said calmly, undisturbed by the farce that had been unfolding.

Although He spoke of the One God, Tetu knew that the One God spoken of by Alteshu was never himself, but that man.

"Actually, I don't know more about the specifics than you do. The reason Suer was able to send back the message was because of the resonance with my divine power. His situation seems to be very urgent. There was no time to catch up or say hello. There was only one word on his end—'Save'."

"What?! What are we waiting for?! You just want to see this—" Jibril shouted, an indescribable anxiety and worry creeping over her, causing her to clench her fists.

“Calm down, calm down, there’s no need to be so impatient,” Tet said, reassuring Jibril. “In this universe, the scale of time is set by me, so no matter how much time we discuss now, we won’t miss the opportunity to provide support… well, the opportunity to send support.”

This is the privilege of the One God.

"So what are you waiting for?" Altshu asked on behalf of his familiar, glancing at Jibril, whose face was filled with anxiety.

To be honest, the God of War was already itching to try something that would get that man to send him a distress message.

“Because I can’t go,” Tet said with a helpless expression. “I am the only god, and only the only god of this world. The Star Cup cannot escape this universe, so I thought of sending you, who is very close to Sul, to go.”

“You miss him too, don’t you?” Tet said to Jibril, then suddenly turned to Altshu and explained, “You can’t. Don’t forget that your current body is actually just a manifestation of your divine essence in the world. Your true form is actually a concept in this universe.”

Althu: "..."

"Don't worry that you, being an elf, won't be able to exist in that world. I will grant you the right to use my divine power temporarily. Once you get there, you can replace your form of existence with energy of the same level as in that world... or we can see what Sul has to do. It's better than me guessing here."

Although he seemed very casual and didn't take it to heart before, Tet's serious and earnest admonition at this moment revealed that he was not actually as relaxed as he seemed.

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The unknown universe always makes people eager to explore, but it is precisely because it is unknown that people have to be cautious.

Tetu was well aware of the power that man still possessed after stepping down from his divine throne, not to mention that he carried his gifts and had the Forest Elf who could single-handedly propel the entire race forward to help him. If he still needed to send out a distress signal with all this... what had that guy been doing in the new world?

Did they directly provoke the creator god of that world?

Although it sounds incredibly absurd, considering that guy's track record, it doesn't seem impossible. It just goes to show that talent will shine wherever it is—well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.

"So, how about it? Ready to go? There's still plenty of time, you can think about what you need to bring!"

Refocusing his attention on Jibril, Tet asked happily.

"..."

Silent, Jibril suddenly found herself at a loss for what to do. It was more like an emotional outburst and a desire that had suddenly been fulfilled. It was like a poor person venting his frustration by crying out to the gods for hundreds of millions, only to find that the gods had actually appeared and were about to grant his wish.

I was stunned, bewildered, and even wondering if it was too late to change my wish.

"There's no need to regret the past, nor to be troubled by longing. What you even yearn for is no longer a hypothetical situation, but a real opportunity that is right in front of you—will you go?"

Understanding Jibril's confusion, Tetto simply asked again slowly and deliberately.

Jibril… She turned her head and looked at her master, her creator, whom she had served since birth.

Was that look of longing? Or reluctance? Or perhaps an inability to make a decision?

Just like everything he had found on his most precious wings, such complex emotions had never appeared in the Skywing race before. With his power as a divine race, Altshu suddenly found that he could not distinguish everything in this gaze—once again, he had discovered a place where he was weak.

Was it this kind of emotion, this kind of mindset, that made him, and them, defeat himself?

"Well, although it might be a bit inappropriate for an outsider like me to say this, as far as I know, many races, including humans, do let their children venture out on their own after they grow up."

"In this way, your child will step out of your own life, see things you've never seen before, and ultimately have a life that is uniquely his or hers—a life that no one else can replicate."

"Hmm, although it's just a matter between mortal races, I think the nature of it wouldn't change even if it were expanded to the level of gods. What do you think, Altshu?"

With a serious expression, Tetto even pulled his hat down to appear more mature, but his youthful face and physique ruined his plan and made him look ridiculous instead.

"My most precious wings...you want to go, don't you?"

Without responding to Tetto's words, Altshu simply looked at Jibril, who was prostrate on the floor of the hall, and spoke with an affirmative tone despite his questioning manner.