"Indeed, it's very fragile?" Jibril didn't know what Su'er was thinking. She just crossed her legs in the air and gave a boring evaluation. Such a weak battle could not arouse her interest at all. "So why do the weak have to fight?"
The pink-haired Flügel seemed to have recalled some things she had encountered in her past life and was muttering with emotion.
"Witnessing an existence far beyond one's own power, without feeling awe, and even having the guts to extend their claws and fangs, what's the point other than making themselves die a miserable death?"
"...Isn't it ironic to hear that from Miss Monster?" Think said with a sarcastic smile, "If you're talking about a weakling who doesn't know awe and still challenges a strong person, how can they avoid your existence? Miss Monster, whose name of being fearless of death and being extremely bold has spread among the Old Deus, the Phantasma, and the Dragonids?"
Yes, the biggest counter-evidence to Jibril's words was herself.
"Or is this your latest way of showing off? Congratulations~, you've successfully made me feel stupid~"
"So annoying! That's different!"
"Oh? How is it different?"
"Hmm~~~, well~~~, anyway~, it's just different! I am the great Miss Jibril~"
Unable to give an answer, the argument between Jibril and Think was forced to change topics by a certain Flügel's unreasonable behavior. Her amusing appearance made the tense atmosphere at the moment a little more relaxed.
"Isn't it normal for the weak to fight?" Su'er sat back down. He lightly tapped the armrest next to him, as if he was enjoying the comfort after a nap. He said with his eyes closed, "I know the enemy is strong, but that's not a reason for me to give up my life. It also has nothing to do with the reason to continue fighting... Otherwise, when we first met, shouldn't Think and I have surrendered and waited for death when we recognized you as a Flügel?"
When he said this, Su'er suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and chuckled at Jibril. Even Jibril herself probably didn't expect that she would get along so well with this Imanity, who was just a beast in her eyes at the time, and that they would even become good friends now?
"Knowing that the enemy is strong... is just knowing... right? It has nothing to do with anything else..."
It was a very ordinary piece of logic, but Jibril seemed to be obsessed with it. She kept muttering it, and even the small scythe that was spinning in the air stopped.
"Yeah, isn't that how it is?" Jibril's rarely entranced appearance at the moment made Su'er curious. He continued, "It's enough to know that the enemy is strong. The next step is just to continuously improve yourself, train, strategize, no matter what method, as long as you can catch up to the enemy's strength. Caring about anything else is meaningless, right?"
"...Just knowing one's own weakness... and the gap between you and the one in front is enough?" Jibril's expression became more and more excited as she spoke. The pink-haired Flügel's heart was filled with an indescribable excitement and joy.
She had a premonition - maybe the answer to the question that had troubled her and her master for countless years was right here, in this simple logic that Su'er had explained.
She sucked back the saliva that subconsciously flowed to the corner of her mouth. Jibril's amber pupils widened. She leaned over excitedly and shouted, "Is there more?!"
"...More of what? Get away from me! You're so close!" Su'er pushed back Jibril's large face that was close to his. He said in an annoyed tone, "Haven't you ever thought about such a simple logic? It must be because the Flügel are standing too high, right?"
"Oh, hehe, Mr. Monkey thinks too highly of them, you know? For these machines with a difficult brain that only know how to kill, it's too difficult for them to do such complex thinking. It's even more difficult than a gorilla eating a banana, you know?" Think immediately mocked Jibril.
"Heh, weed," Jibril scoffed at Think. She couldn't be bothered to argue. She just poked Su'er's ribs with her elbow and urged, "Be more specific!"
"...What? Why are you suddenly so serious?" Su'er was startled by Jibril's sudden seriousness. He nervously shrunk back a little.
"The reason for fighting~, what the strongest is and so on! I want to hear it!" Jibril was just like a child who was clamoring for candy, which completely matched her body size at the moment. She slammed the front of the Great Escape hard. Su'er even saw a dent there.
"...What made you turn into a philosopher like this? A long life and great power?" The joy of revenge was still in Su'er's heart. He complained speechlessly, "This is not like you at all. You should always have 'battle' and 'heads' on your lips."
"So annoying! Just say it!"
"Alright, alright," Seeing that Jibril was about to lean over again, Su'er quickly stopped her and then said with a headache, "The reason for fighting is nothing more than survival, right? And for a race like you that fights for the sake of fighting, uh, there's also today's battle which was just to give me peace of mind. After all, it's rare to have such a good opportunity. If I were to really let the Werebeast pass peacefully, I'm afraid I would never have the face to see Lenny and the others in the settlement again..."
"You're off topic!"
"Ah, sorry, sorry. Anyway, the logic is pretty much what I just said. As for what the strongest is... that's a bit too philosophical. Does the person who is struggling with this question want to know the literal meaning? Or is he longing for a battle that he feels is satisfying? If it's the latter, then whether he's the strongest or not doesn't matter, right?"
"..." As if she was trying to engrave these words in her memory, Jibril pursed her lips and was in a trance.
Jibril's abnormality today was a bit too obvious, so after thinking for a moment, Su'er still couldn't help but ask, "Have the Flügel ever created something that is not used for fighting with their own will? I mean, something that is not used for killing, just a pure creation that is completely unrelated and not even a little bit useful?"
"...What do you mean?" After a moment of silence in confusion, Jibril asked back with a tilted head.
She did not answer, but in a way, Jibril's reaction had already given the answer.
"As I expected," Su'er sighed a long sigh, "Is this a race that was born completely for war?"