"Jibril-chan~~~ J~i~bril-chan~~~"
"Hehe, ehehehe~~, so cute~ little Jibril-chan~~~"
"Ah~~~~ I really want to hold little Jibril-chan in my arms!! Guhehehe, the cuteness has increased by 180 percent compared to before, Nyaa!"
"..."
It sounded like a very cute and sweet girl's voice. Even the end of the sentence was cutely added with a 'Nyaa', a cute sound, but for some reason, it sounded very greasy and perverted, almost like some kind of a pervert, showing a completely opposite feeling to the original characteristics of the voice.
At the very least, what Jibril showed was complete impatience... or to be more direct, she was annoyed.
She was even too lazy to open her eyes to take a look.
But this disdainful expression on her cute little face not only didn't make a certain guy flying around her settle down, but instead made her even more excited.
Even though such a thing had happened countless times over the long years, the reaction of this senior outside had never changed. To be honest, after she regained consciousness, she no longer had to stay in this repair facility, but to escape from this guy's embrace, Jibril still chose to go back here.
It took four years to regain consciousness, and a full repair would take six years... The thought that she still had to maintain this body for two more years made Jibril sigh for a long time.
"Oh hohoho! Little Ji! Little Jibril breathed at me! Oh hohoho~~"
"Can you be a little quieter? Annoying-ril senior?", finally opening her eyes, Jibril sighed again and requested.
The Flügel with emerald-colored hair, who was lying on the outside of the transparent repair magic circle without any image, looked at the small... little girl inside with a hurt expression.
A halo with a complex pattern was rotating on her head. Wings extended from her waist to both sides. She was flapping wings that seemed to be woven from light and flying in mid-air. Even though she was flying upside down with her head down, her beautiful hair did not fall down. Compared to her ethereal beauty, the expression on the face of the Flügel with emerald-colored hair could be described as completely stupid.
"First, let's not talk about this increasingly boring name, little Jibril, aren't you including yourself, Nyaa?!"
The stupid girl with emerald-colored hair screamed in horror. Instead of being called so rudely, she was more concerned that the little girl in front of her was also implicated.
"Hmph—I really want to rest now. If Annoying-ril senior doesn't disappear in a few breaths, I'm afraid it will be difficult to communicate with you in the future, okay?", taking the most effective threat calmly, Jibril's serious eyes conveyed that she was not joking.
"Eek, Nyaa!!!", just like a truly startled cat, the 'Annoying-ril' with emerald-colored hair screamed in surprise. Her figure, which was upside down in the air, flapped its wings and moved away from the repair magic circle at the speed of light, leaving only the remaining sound that could not keep up with her speed.
"I'll come and see you tomorrow, Nyaa!! Little Jibril-chan! You must miss your big sister!!"
Finally, this magic circle room finally returned to the tranquility that made Jibril feel truly happy.
This is the daily life of the Flügel. Cheerful, humorous, and so relaxed that it seemed as if they were not in this great war.
Avant Heim, the country located on a huge fantasmal floating in the sky. It is both the name of this fantasmal and the name of the Flügel country. It's a scene created by countless scattered huge blocks, a masterpiece from the most avant-garde artist.
With a slight lift of her head, Jibril could see the huge skull of a dragon in the distance. That was the location that her sisters had discussed to place it after a long and extravagant banquet during her coma—to ensure that she could see her greatest battle result, her great feat, as soon as she woke up.
Even a few years later, whenever Jibril recalls what she did, she can't help but get excited. It was a very mysterious feeling.
She seemed to have found the answer that the main god she served was looking for, but she couldn't express that feeling in words. And that dragon... even when facing the fate of death, there was no panic at all, and she even had the mood to smile and congratulate her on her victory...
She didn't understand.
As a plural-time, multi-dimensional life form centered on the present, spanning the past and future, and possessing eternal life and power comparable to the divine, that dragon must have seen the fate of her death long ago, right?
Why was she so calm?
Even though her power had grown to the point where her sisters had to look up to her, Jibril found that there were still things she didn't understand - or even more?
She became more and more agitated. She didn't even want to write a few more words in her diary. Except for a few sentences she added when she first woke up, Jibril had already thrown the diary deep into the room.
The declaration she made to the main god she served with her chest held high still existed in her mind. The power brought by this declaration seemed to be constantly urging her.
It was a challenge and a provocation.
As an incomplete individual among the Flügel, she had used her actions to deny common sense and proved to her sisters that the common sense that the Flügel could not defeat a higher-level species alone was wrong.
But this was not enough.
She still could not make the main god she served show a truly satisfied smile.
The master was craving for her to surpass him and bring him a defeat, but she, as a servant, could not satisfy this craving... How hateful was this.
The more she thought about such things, the more anxious she became, but Jibril didn't show anything on the surface - because she knew that once 'Annoying-ril' senior knew about her thoughts, she would probably be watched by her all the time, right?
It was not the first time she was injured, but Azril senior's reaction had never changed... Oh, right, Azril is the real name of 'Annoying-ril' senior.
Sighing for a long time again for a certain senior's clinginess, but only Jibril herself knew that in her heart... she didn't hate this feeling.
But now, the time has finally come when she can breathe some fresh air. A smile appeared on the corner of Jibril's mouth - she had already asked Raphael senior for help in advance.