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They said it was to get familiar with the surroundings, but in truth, there wasn't much to see.
Avant Heim was merely a base used by the Flügel species. To these god-slaying weapons, it was nothing more than a resting spot they visited occasionally.
Thus, although this floating city in the sky had a beautiful name, most of its regions were actually barren and empty.
After briefly introducing a few of the more important areas, Jibril dragged Origami Tobiichi to the residential zone built for most of the Flügel.
Because Flügel were a high-tier divine race, they lacked many of the basic traits of lower lifeforms—such as sleep, eating, or excretion—so their living quarters were extremely simple.
Furthermore, Flügel didn't like idling around their gathering place. Instead, they preferred roaming in groups to hunt stronger species. Most of the time, they were out on hunts, only returning here briefly to share experiences or form expedition teams.
The house Jibril had built for herself wasn't exactly luxurious either, but compared to the hastily constructed and utterly perfunctory shelters built by the other Flügel, it was practically normal.
"Ta-da-ta-da~!"
Jibril circled around her home with a proud smile and asked, "This is my house! How is it? Not bad, right?"
"Oh, not bad, not bad."
"It's even cooler inside!"
Jibril casually activated a spell and opened the door to her house.
Due to the spell's effect, the space inside the door transformed, seemingly connected to an entirely different dimension.
"This is my trophy room!"
Once inside the strange pocket space, Jibril eagerly flew over to a pile of severed heads and declared with pride, "Even though I was the last of the Flügel to be created, my head collection is just as big as anyone else's!"
Origami Tobiichi, who had grown a bit tired from being dragged around all day, finally showed a flicker of interest upon seeing the pile of heads. Narrowing her eyes, she examined them closely.
This was the first time she had seen the upper-ranked races of this world.
Though they were just heads, they were enough to stir her curiosity.
Their owners had long since perished—some perhaps five or six thousand years ago, others maybe just recently.
Yet, whether due to the preservation of this pocket space or the inherently high vitality of these beings, none of the dozens of severed heads emitted any smell of rot or decay.
Among them were gigantic heads of the Giant species, fierce-looking Dragonkin, and others of unclear origin.
But the fact they were in Jibril collection meant they were all incredibly powerful beings in life.
After all, Jibril only collected the heads of strong foes. She disdained collecting those of middle or lower-tier races.
Staring at the various heads in front of her, Origami Tobiichi felt a jolt of awe.
Even in death, the aura that lingered in these corpses was terrifying—making one wonder just how powerful they had been while alive.
"Haha! Even though you're a special individual, you're still a Flügel at heart."
Seeing Origami so intrigued by her collection, Jibril flapped her wings with even more pride, her smugness growing by the second.
"Dragging someone you just met to see a pile of severed heads—is this how Flügel make friends?"
"Hm? I'm not actually sure," Jibril said, tapping her chin. "I rarely spend time with my own kind, and I've never really tried to make friends."
"So why are you clinging to me?"
"Maybe because... I feel like we're the same?" Jibril replied casually. "Like anomalies among a group of normal people. There's a strange sense of familiarity."
Jibril, as a god-slaying weapon, was the most imperfect of all Flügel.
Her creation was completely unplanned—a whim of the God of War, an offshoot project born from the concept of "Can the weakest defeat the strongest?" She was the only anomaly among the Flügel.
Perhaps this was why she always felt out of place, preferring to hunt alone.
But now, she was no longer the only anomaly among them.
Jibril looked at Origami Tobiichi with a gentle light in her eyes.
Compared to this individual, her status as a side project no longer seemed that out of place.
"Hey, earlier you said the God of War gave you a special mission when he created you, right?" Jibril asked curiously. "Can you tell me what it is?"
"I don't think our relationship is close enough to be sharing secrets."
"Ehh~ But I showed you my most important place~"
"I didn't want to see it. You dragged me here against my will."
"Come on, just tell me. It's not like it'll cost you a piece of meat," Jibril said with puppy eyes. "This space is separate from Avant Heim. The War God can't hear us here."
Under Jibril relentless pestering, Origami Tobiichi let out a weary sigh.
Had she just gotten herself stuck with a clingy stalker?
Also, what did she mean "the War God can't hear"? Just because he can't hear doesn't mean you can say whatever you want...
Suddenly, a thought crossed Origami mind, and she fell into contemplation.
Jibril didn't seem all that fanatical about Artosh.
Compared to Azril, who called him "Father Dearest" every other sentence, Jibril merely referred to him as "the God of War." While respectful, there was little affection in her tone.
"Your attitude toward the God of War seems different from the other Flügel," Origami finally said after some thought.
"You're not much different yourself, are you?" Jibril responded with a sly smile.
"True," Origami nodded. "I won't deny that."
After all, she wasn't a Flügel, so naturally she had no loyalty or reverence toward Artosh.
But Jibril was a Flügel. And her attitude was noticeably different, which made things a bit odd.
"Well, there's no need to hide it," Jibril said casually. "When I was created, the God of War told me I was just a side project—an experiment made on a whim to test whether the weakest could defeat the strongest."
"So do you hate him for that?"
"Of course not," Jibril smiled. "But I do want to kill him."
"Oh?"
Origami Tobiichi raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear such openly blasphemous words.
If any other Flügel heard her say that, a life-or-death battle would break out instantly.
Yet Jibril said it so brazenly, without the slightest hesitation.
"Isn't the strongest being in this world the God of War himself?" Jibril smile grew wider. "As a god-slaying weapon, my ultimate target is to kill the strongest god. Isn't that exactly what he wanted to see?"
"Hmph... I see."
Origami slowly nodded.
You couldn't say Jibril was disloyal.
Rather, her loyalty simply wasn't expressed through fighting for the God of War—but by fighting against him.
Now that was a new discovery.
A flicker of intrigue flashed in Origami eyes.
Perhaps... her relationship with Jibril could indeed go a step further.