Three minutes later.
Jibril wiped the liquid off her fingertips, signaling the completion of her scan.
However, as the scan grew deeper, the confusion on her face also became more and more evident.
"By the way, are you really a Flügel?"
In the end, she couldn't help but ask Origami Tobiichi for confirmation: "Even though you look like one, and you do have the ability to warp, honestly, your bodily structure is completely different from mine."
"Of course I'm a Flügel. What else could I possibly be?"
Origami replied in her usual flat tone as she raised her skirt slightly and tidied her rumpled clothes.
Although she appeared indifferent on the surface, her mood tensed up the moment she heard Jibril question.
Most of her attention was already focused on her dimensional backpack—ready to switch identities and escape as Yatogami Tohka the moment Jibril made any move to attack.
However, Origami rhetorical question caused Jibril to momentarily freeze.
Right… If this person in front of her isn't a Flügel, then what else could she be?
Running through the traits of all fifteen races in her mind, Jibril fell into deep thought.
"Actually... your current state more closely resembles an Spirit."
After a moment, she answered more seriously.
This answer unexpectedly piqued Origami curiosity.
"Why?"
"Because not only did I not find any traces of formula constructs in your body, I couldn't even detect any Elemental Particles either."
Jibril circled around Origami a few times, clicking her tongue in amazement. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but compared to a Flügel, you resemble more of an enlarged Spirit Seed."
Through Jibril explanation, combined with her own understanding of this world's cosmology, Origami instantly understood what she meant.
Elemental Particles exist within all living beings in this world, the only difference lies in quantity.
All fifteen intelligent races—whether the lowest-ranked Seiren or Werebeasts—can manipulate Elemental Particles.
The most powerful, the Old Deus, go without saying. Their divine essence was born from the Elemental Corridor itself, and the sheer number of particles in each god is unimaginable.
The Flügel are no exception—especially in their wings, which store the highest concentration of Elemental Particles.
No matter which race it is, there are always some Elemental Particles within them.
When they use magic, they're not actually channeling their own power, but instead borrowing the Elemental Particles residing within their bodies—or even those floating in the atmosphere—to construct intricate formulas and release them for attack.
In simpler terms: the damage is done by the Elemental Particles—they're merely the launchers.
However, Origami, a transmigrator, doesn't use Elemental Particles—she uses spiritual power.
There are absolutely no Elemental Particles within her body.
According to the logic of this world, such a situation only implies two possible explanations:
One, Origami isn't even considered a living being, because even the most primitive animals contain a barely-detectable trace of Elemental Particles.
Two, Origami is an Elemental Particle—just vastly enlarged and sentient.
"A walking, conscious incarnation of the Spirit Seed, huh...?"
Realizing this, Origami suddenly discovered that the backstory she fabricated for herself—the "Incarnation of the Elf Seed's Will"—might be far more convincing than she originally thought.
"Haha, just joking. There's no way something like you could actually be an Spirit Seed."
Even though it was Jibril who first raised the theory, she clearly didn't believe it herself.
After all, the idea was way too absurd.
She'd sooner believe she'd lose to a monkey than believe a sentient Spirit Seed could exist in humanoid form.
"Anyway, I've satisfied my curiosity."
Now that this matter was settled, Origami didn't want to linger around this woman any longer and turned to leave. "I still have important matters to deal with, so I'll be going now."
"You can't leave."
But Jibril grabbed her wrist, stopping her in place.
Origami stiffly turned her head, only to see Jibril eyes sparkling with even greater curiosity, without a hint of fading interest: "Could you tell me what exactly happened to you to make you end up like this?"
Leave?
You've got to be kidding.
In these long, endless years, finally something intriguing happened—how could she possibly let it slip by?
Seeing Jibril expression, Origami felt a headache coming on.
This woman was clearly planning to dig until she hit the root of everything.
But the more she said, the more she risked being exposed.
Right now, the only reason Jibril was acting friendly was because she thought Origami was a Flügel who had undergone some unusual transformation.
The moment Jibril discovered there had been no transformation, and that Origami wasn't a Flügel to begin with, her attitude would absolutely change.
To avoid that, Origami decided to take the most cautious approach.
"Actually, I only woke up recently from a coma. When I came to, I realized I had amnesia."
She pointed to her head, and for the first time, her ever-emotionless face showed a hint of confusion. "I don't remember exactly what happened to me—just a few fragmented memories."
"I see! No wonder you were so on guard the first time you saw me!"
Jibril completely bought the explanation and even elaborated on it to make it more believable.
She also looked at Origami with a bit of sympathy.
"Then... do you still remember where your home is?"
"Home?"
"You've forgotten that too? I mean Avant Heim, of course."
The Sky City—Avant Heim.
It looks like a floating landmass suspended in the air, but it's actually a massive phantasmal lifeform.
As a trusted subordinate of the War God Artosh, it was not only a formidable ally during the Great War, but also provided a home for the Flügel.
Except when out hunting, the Flügel almost always lived on Avant Heim.
Even the War God Artosh resided there.
Hearing Jibril mention their homeland, Origami suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Why bring up Avant Heim now?"
"I can't just let an amnesiac Flügel wander the world alone, can I?" Jibril replied. "Don't worry—even if I can't figure out what happened to you, someone else will."
As she spoke, Origami world spun rapidly.
Jibril activated her teleportation ability and transported both of them directly to Avant Heim.
Looking at the strange structures before her and the many other winged figures flying through the skies, Origami was utterly stunned.
"You've forgotten where home is—but that's okay, because I remember."
Standing in front of her, Jibril said with a radiant smile:
"No need to thank me. It's what one kin should do for another."