The Flügel... spoke to them?
A race standing at the very pinnacle of the world, natural-born hunters, weapons forged to slay gods, angels of death—and yet one of them actually initiated a conversation with those who didn't even have a race name?
But weren't they all prideful beings who wouldn't even spare a glance at lower races, let alone mid-tier ones like the Elf and Dwarfs?
Or could it be… was this all just an illusion?
The scar-faced man's desperation to survive forced his mind to keep working even through the fear.
"I must've fallen into an illusion cast by the Vampiric race!"
Staring at the white-haired girl floating in the sky, he quickly came to a conclusion.
The Vampiric race was a low-tier race, but at the top of their category. They specialized in magic that manipulated perception, capable of distorting the five senses and trapping their targets in illusions.
He and the dead Werebeast here must have fallen victim to a Vampiric attack!
With this in mind, the scar-faced man drew a small dagger from his waist and suddenly stabbed it into his own arm.
The intense pain made him suck in a breath through his teeth, but instead of letting up, he pressed the blade deeper, causing blood to spill out and stain the ground.
For humans who couldn't use magic, this was the only way to break free from an illusion.
Seeing their leader do this, the other two men quickly realized what was going on and drew their own knives.
This scene left Origami Tobiichi, who was floating mid-air, completely dumbfounded.
She couldn't even begin to guess what was going through their minds. From her perspective, she had simply said hello—and then they started hurting themselves.
Currently, she was in her full Spirit Form:Metatron , so anyone would naturally mistake her for a Flügel. That included humans, of course.
She had expected them to either drop to their knees in surrender or freeze in terror. She certainly didn't anticipate them stabbing themselves.
And they weren't even stabbing fatal areas—it didn't look like suicide either.
"Zzzzt! Zzzzt! Zzzzt!"
Three beams of light fired from her floating cannons, precisely knocking the daggers out of their hands.
Though she didn't understand what they were doing, Origami had no intention of letting the humans she finally found die because of her.
She gathered spirit energy from within and released a wave of pressure. The three men on the ground immediately felt like they'd been struck by lightning and stopped moving entirely.
Even with the searing pain still coursing through them, the scene before their eyes remained unchanged.
Unless they had encountered a prodigy among the Vampiric race, this could only mean… what they were seeing wasn't an illusion.
"You're humans, aren't you?" Origami asked.
Though she was already almost certain, she asked just to be sure.
"Y-Yes…" the scar-faced man replied, unable to make any sudden moves under her overwhelming presence.
"Good."
Origami felt a sense of relief, but kept her expression neutral as she continued, "Are there any others besides you three?"
"No, it's just the three of us out hunting this time."
The scar-faced man swallowed nervously, then gathered his courage to ask, "May I ask, milady… You're a Flügel, right? Is there anything we can help you with?"
"You can think of me as a Flügel," Origami answered ambiguously. "I came out here specifically to find you."
"Us? Humans?" the scar-faced man blurted out in confusion. "Why?"
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't imagine why a high-and-mighty Flügel would seek out humans.
Humans weren't even considered worthy prey by Flügel, and in the entire history of the world, there had never been any documented interaction between the two.
But Origami didn't plan to answer his question just yet.
"Take me to your base of operations," she said bluntly. "I have a transaction I'd like to make with you."
"A... a transaction?"
The scar-faced man and his two companions were completely caught off guard by her directness
Why was she suddenly asking to be taken to their base?
And even proposing a transaction?
Was this really the same fearsome Flügel they had heard of?
Though Origami hadn't answered their questions, they dared not ask further.
But at the same time, they couldn't recklessly agree to her request.
Bringing an outsider—especially a notoriously violent and ruthless Flügel—back to their settlement would be gambling with the lives of over two thousand people.
"Milady, it's not that we don't want to take you there, it's just..." the scar-faced man said, his voice tinged with bitterness.
He couldn't bring her back, but rejecting a Flügel was no easy task either. The psychological pressure was immense.
Still, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and refuse.
"If you refuse, that's fine," Origami replied calmly. "The fact that you're here means your base must be nearby. I'll find it eventually."
Hearing this, the scar-faced man swallowed the rest of his refusal.
He didn't understand the methods of higher races, but he had no doubt she was telling the truth.
"I mean no harm," Origami continued. "If you take me to your base, I'll help transport everything here back with you."
"Really?"
The scar-faced man looked around the Werebeast's camp, clearly tempted.
"I have no reason to deceive you."
After thinking it through and exchanging glances with his two companions, the scar-faced man finally nodded.
He didn't actually want to agree.
But even if he refused, Origami would find the base eventually.
And if he agreed, not only could he earn her favor, but he could also claim all the supplies in the Werebeast's camp.
Why not?
After all, this was a full orc hunting party that was about to return with a huge haul. If they brought all of this back, the two thousand-plus people at the base wouldn't have to go hungry for at least a month.
"Milady, our base is about 120 kilometers east of here," he said after checking the map with his companions and confirming the direction using a makeshift compass.
Origami nodded, wasting no time.
She released glowing strands of spirit energy that wrapped around the three men, the tents, the livestock—everything.
This was an enhanced ability of Angel: Metatron after she used an Amplification Ticket.
Originally, she could only teleport herself. Now she could mass-teleport others as well.
She glanced eastward, estimating the distance, then activated her ability.
In the next moment, everyone—and all the supplies—vanished from the scene.
All that remained were the corpses of over thirty Werebeast, slowly decomposing in pools of blood under the corrosion of spirit energy.