They put all their creativity into things related to killing, constantly inventing more efficient and powerful magic spell formulas. Besides that, their biggest hobby was collecting rare heads.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Jibril suddenly became impatient.
"I don't mean to criticize your race's way of life, but do you know? Even the Siren, those, well, idiots. Anyway, even they recorded fantasy stories that their previous queen had written on a whim on seashells in a short and even incoherent form... Even if the logic is so messy that it makes your scalp tingle, it's something that has nothing to do with war at all," Su'er said calmly.
"If one day, I mean, if," Su'er emphasized repeatedly. He stared at Jibril's beautiful amber eyes. The pink-haired Flügel's tiny wings, which were constantly flapping, had stopped at some point. He continued, "If there is one day when this war that has lasted for countless years finally stops... what will you and your fellow tribesmen do?"
For a race that was born for war and dedicated everything in their long lives to war... that would probably be the most terrifying nightmare, right?
"The war... stops?" Jibril unconsciously repeated Su'er's words. She had never thought about the future that Su'er had described - would this long war also stop?
Even as the last sister born among all the Flügel, Jibril herself had not experienced the long epic, but she had heard countless stories about this war that had started for who knows how long from her sisters.
This was also the first time that the concept of the war stopping had appeared in her mind. She fantasized about that scene - she couldn't imagine it.
Would this war stop? How could this war stop? How would it stop?
Jibril thought it was ridiculous from the bottom of her heart, and she asked it like that.
"It will stop," Su'er answered without hesitation. He did not even blink. He answered with a firm tone, "It will definitely stop."
Since he wanted to become a god, why not become the strongest one, the one who had the ability to end all wars, the existence that stood on top of all the Old Deus - the Only God?
An arrogant plan that only existed in the deepest part of his heart was gradually taking shape. It had not even been proven yet, but Su'er believed it without a doubt.
He would succeed. He would definitely succeed.
Su'er stared at Jibril's eyes. This man's eyes were so sore that they ached, but he insisted on looking at her without moving, without any hesitation. It was as if he was repeating the question he had just asked, waiting for her answer.
"..."
Silence. An unavoidable silence.
Even if she only had to fall back a little to hide in the spatial rift, Jibril could not tolerate herself doing such a thing.
She took a deep breath even though she didn't need to breathe. Jibril's small chest was heaving.
"The Flügel are the master's weapons, and weapons... do not have a heart."
She calmly referred to herself as a mobile tool, an existence as unconscious as steel and rock. However, Jibril was speaking as if she were talking about someone else's story.
This was her answer.
Su'er nodded silently. He sat up straight and restarted the Great Escape.
"Get in the car. It's time for us to go," Su'er urged calmly after buckling his seatbelt.
He had no intention of showing off in front of the Werebeast below until the very end. Su'er would not leave the slightest flaw. His last glance swept over the Werebeast on the sea. The hot blood that was scattered in the cold and black sea did not show any abnormality. The Werebeast who had been lucky enough to survive had even put many of their injured tribesmen who had survived on wooden boards. They were swimming and pushing them towards the shore.
"Are we going straight back?" Think knocked on the back of Su'er's hand and asked casually.
"No, let's go to the God of Doubt first. I'll have to trouble you to come with me to see her. I have a few questions that need... help," Su'er turned his head to look at Think. He felt a bit embarrassed for some reason, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.
"Hmm~, no problem~," Think didn't seem to be impatient. She even hugged her chest and agreed with great interest. "...I'm curious about the thoughts in Mr. Monkey's mind~"
The light golden-haired Elf seemed to have sensed something.
Time always passed by quietly, especially when one was focused on something important. The passage of time was always fast, but it would come out and scare people when they realized it.
At the very least, when Su'er stood outside the hidden passage of the settlement again, he was surprised to find that it had been about two and a half years since he, Think, and Jibril had briefly stayed in the settlement and then departed for the island in the east again, putting aside the things that happened in between.
Riku was already twenty-two years old... Su'er inexplicably felt a sense of trance. And in this life, he seemed to be a year younger than Riku, which meant he was twenty-one?
This was an age that was judged and recorded based on the immaturity of his face at the time. To be honest, Su'er himself didn't know how old his body, which he had brought from his previous life, was after it had regressed in age. But Couronne always insisted that he was the youngest, and after failing to convince that woman a few times, Su'er no longer struggled with this issue.
They were all minor matters.
After meeting and talking with the God of Doubt with Think, some more time had passed, and Su'er finally returned to the settlement he cared about. And unlike before, this time, he might stay here for a long time.
In order to achieve that almost impossible goal that was like a dream, even though Su'er had discussed it with Think and the God of Doubt for a long time, the plan was still full of fantastical elements. But no matter what, Su'er had confirmed one fact - he could not do it alone.
He needed helpers. He needed companions.
It was precisely because of this that even though he was already standing in the place that Su'er could call home, he couldn't even force out a smile. His heart was extremely heavy.
He tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth up, wanting to look happier when he got home, but Su'er was slapped on the shoulder by Jibril and staggered.
"What are you thinking? Hurry up and take out the hood?" Jibril, who was here for the second time, reached out her hand expertly.