Today, Jibril was once again on the hunt for prey.
As the god-slaying weapon created by the God of War, Artosh, and the mightiest god-being in existence, the Flügel were born for war—bloodthirsty by nature, reveling in battle, and taking pleasure in combat.
Though they ranked at the bottom among the higher races, they were the only artificially created race among the high-tier species, not relying on natural evolution. This made their population the second largest among high races, giving them considerable total combat power.
The Flügel loved acting in groups, often teaming up to hunt down races stronger than themselves to both satisfy their bloodlust and to train themselves.
So even though they were technically the lowest of the higher races, over the span of this millennia-long Great War, they had slain many stronger races—including giants, draconian races, and even phantasmal species.
Even actual gods had fallen at their hands.
Their title as "God-Slaying Weapons" wasn't an empty boast or just a hopeful designation from Artosh—it was a power they truly possessed.
However, Jibril was the most unique Flügel among them all.
She was the last Flügel created by Artosh—an imperfect variant.
But this "imperfection" did not refer to weakness. On the contrary, unlike the other Flügel, who lived purely for battle, Jibril, while also battle-hungry, showed signs of curiosity, intelligence, and individuality—traits of a living being rather than a mere weapon.
That was why, the moment she sensed an unprecedented energy fluctuation from thousands of kilometers away, she immediately activated the Flügel's teleportation ability—Heavenly Shift —to investigate the source.
And there, at the epicenter of the fluctuation, she discovered... someone who looked like one of her own.
No—not quite.
Although the girl in front of her looked identical to a Flügel, the aura she exuded felt far more organic.
The Flügel were artificial beings created by Artosh from his own feathers, inscribed with intricate runes and arrays, and held together by enormous amounts of collected spirits.
The wings on a Flügel's back were in fact storage units for these spirits.
However, when Jibril used her detection spells, she couldn't find a single rune or array on this girl.
It was as if... she was naturally formed.
The more she observed, the more intense Jibril curiosity grew.
She immediately teleported directly in front of Origami Tobiichi, reaching out to touch and examine her more closely.
But Origami wasn't about to let her do as she pleased.
When Jibril suddenly appeared in front of her, Origami flashed several times in succession, instantly vanishing from Jibril sight.
"Don't run! I just want to examine your physical structure to see what's changed!"
If her pursuer had been any other race, Origami would have already escaped.
But this was a Flügel, and like her, they also had instant teleportation abilities.
Wherever Origami flashed to, Jibril easily followed.
She ran—Jibril chased—there was no escape.
In just a few minutes, Origami, who had originally been inland on the Lucia continent, found himself crossing all the way to the shoreline.
"If I want to shake this woman off, I'll have to transform into Yamai Kazamachi,"
Origami realized grimly.
Knowing escape was impossible, she stopped and turned to face the relentless pursuer.
"What exactly do you want?" she demanded.
"Didn't I already say? I just want to examine your body structure. This is the first time I've encountered something so strange. I'm really curious," Jibril replied innocently.
As she spoke, Origami mind was spinning rapidly, trying to find a way to get out of this situation peacefully.
Clearly, her appearance had fooled Jibril.
But the Flügel didn't judge by appearances. They could analyze beings at an energy level through their detection techniques.
So it was likely that Jibril had already noticed something was off internally, which is why she had made such a request.
Now, Origami had two options: agree or refuse.
If she agreed, and Jibril ran a deeper analysis, she might discover Origami was not truly a Flügel.
If that happened, considering her nature, Jibril would almost certainly try to cut off Origami head and preserve it among her other "special war trophies."
On the other hand, if she refused, Jibril wouldn't give up, and would likely stick to her like glue.
Eventually, with time, Jibril would definitely notice something wrong.
"...Fine. As you wish."
With a cold expression, Origami finally chose to comply.
If Jibril didn't find anything unusual, that would be ideal.
But if she did and tried to act on it, Origami was ready to use her Yamai Kazamachi transformation card to escape immediately.
Pretending to let her guard down, Origami prepared for any sudden move.
Seeing that Origami had finally agreed, Jibril eyes lit up with delight, and she quickly closed the distance.
"Oh... As I thought, there are absolutely no runic inscriptions on your body."
She touched Origami skin like she was handling a priceless treasure, excited and entranced.
Her arms moved like snakes, slithering across Origami body.
A detection spell lit up in her palm, brushing over every inch of skin, trying to find even the tiniest trace of runes or spell formations.
But she found nothing.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"
Jibril looked at Origami like a biologist discovering a creature that defied all logic.
"There are no rune marks on your skin at all... then what about inside?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
Origami finally lost her cool when Jibril hand began wandering toward her lower body.
She immediately grabbed Jibril hand tightly.
This is outrageous! Broad daylight and the pervert's being harassed by another pervert!?
I haven't even figured out how to play up my own pervert persona yet, and now someone else is targeting me!?
"Since your surface shows no signs of inscription, I want to check your internal structure," Jibril said matter-of-factly.
"The Flügel's wings are the most rune-dense part, so naturally, the part I need to reach is closest to the base of your wings."
Staring at Jibril dead-serious expression while saying something so absurd, Origami suddenly realized something:
The Flügel… might actually be a bunch of shameless maniacs.
If I act too modest or reserved, won't that make me seem suspicious?