At first, this was indeed the case.
However, during the time she was waiting for her body to recover after failing to challenge the dragon many times, Jibril also learned the language of the Elf in her spare time. It can only be said that boredom is indeed a very strong driving force.
It has to be said that even though she was reading to pass the boring time while repairing her body, Jibril really found some very interesting things in those books.
First, a book with a big title on the cover that says [I'm a genius!!] must be mentioned by name!
It was undoubtedly a notebook recorded by the Elf who developed that audacious and stupid magic circle. It was full of that weed's impromptu thoughts and long sections of shameless self-praise.
Too stupid, it was really too stupid. From the words on the cover to the content, it was full of idiotic marks, but because it was so idiotic, Jibril was attracted to read it - and then she was hit hard.
Putting aside those idiotic self-praising words, most of the records in this notebook were about the research records and theoretical concepts of manipulating pure elves to form life forms. Jibril was shocked to find that she knew every single word used to record these words, but when they were put together to form a complete sentence, she couldn't understand it.
For a few days, she even suspected that there was a problem with her learning of the weeds' language, but thankfully she finally ruled out that possibility.
Gradually, Jibril realized a fact - she couldn't understand it, but she just couldn't comprehend it... To be honest, this conclusion hurt the Flügel even more!
The thought that her mind was even worse than grass made her mood suddenly drop, so much so that Azril's shouting frequency during that time increased by a few points.
This feeling of being inferior to even a weed almost made Jibril commit suicide on the spot. She didn't know if it was because she had read too much of the self-praising words in that notebook, but when she gradually accepted a setting, she stopped herself at the edge of the cliff - she would reluctantly admit that there were also geniuses in the plant world full of weeds.
Bang!
Oh no, she couldn't help but get angry when she thought of that feeling.
When Jibril came back to her senses, she saw the wooden door that she had unintentionally slapped open bouncing back quickly after hitting the wall, as if to counterattack.
With a quick backflip, she dodged the protest of the door panel. This was the edge that had been subjected to her bombing before. She glanced at the deep pit slightly, and Jibril gave up the boring idea of taking a look inside the treehouse in front of her and flew towards the depths of the city.
Just in case, she would set up some traps... Hmm, she would use the magic circles recorded in those books.
If it were a fool like Azril senior, she probably wouldn't use the magic circles of other races no matter what, right? Instead, all the Flügel except for herself would not do such a thing.
Jibril had a clear understanding of this fact, but she had no intention of repenting - wasn't it precisely because of these differences that she created a miracle?
Whether it was an external object or something else, even if it was not the power of the Flügel itself, as long as she could win and defeat a strong enemy, she was willing to use it.
Thinking of that huge skull, Jibril's mood became a little more pleasant.
Maintaining this pleasant mood and curiosity, Jibril stayed in this ruin for more than ten days. When she destroyed those research facilities, she only took away a part of the manuscripts. Now, in this abandoned city, she found more books - although most of them were stuck together or damaged to the point of being unreadable due to improper maintenance and excessive moisture, there were still parts that could be read.
Thanks to that weed's notebook, Jibril found that in addition to her daily hunting and fighting, she also developed more interest in reading, even if it was just to broaden her horizons while repairing her body.
Maintaining this small sense of surprise and cheerful mood like an adventure, Jibril found a strange combination coming to her city one afternoon.
It was a very strange combination!
So strange that she couldn't believe her eyes!
Come and see what this is!
A long-eared weed was carried here on the back of an unnamed beast?!
She thought that this injured Elf was using magic to control a passing beast to carry herself here, but Jibril denied this judgment in the next second. She could be 100% sure that there was no magical power connecting this pair of combinations, and from the injuries on their bodies and the dirty clothes, it seemed that they had gone through a lot of hardships to get here with difficulty.
What was going on?
But compared to the scenes she saw at first glance, what happened next almost shocked Jibril's eyes out.
She hid behind a high branch, using the leaves as a cover to watch that Elf weed dragging her immobile leg with difficulty after the beast fell down, moving herself and that beast little by little to the remaining operating facilities in the city. She didn't even care that her dragged leg was scratched by sharp broken stones, and the blood soaked the ground all the way, as if she had no sense of pain.
Not missing any details, Jibril keenly noticed that this weed was still consciously lifting the heavy body of that beast upwards, trying to reduce the bumps with the ground and further damage.
Her wing tips were already trembling with excitement, and her breathing became heavier. Jibril realized what she had encountered - this was no longer the boring head of ordinary rarity 2, but a more precious! A rarer head!
Rubbing her cheeks which had turned crimson from excitement, Jibril concealed her aura that had been a little out of control due to her excitement. But to be honest, she felt that she didn't need to be so careful. The spirit on that weed's body were obviously abnormally gathered at her ankle, and there she saw a dwarf-style creation.
It was a weed that couldn't use spirit...
She didn't know what she was regretting. Jibril smacked her lips and continued to observe.
As if she was reading a story in a book up close, she was very interested in this, and before this interest was satisfied, Jibril had no intention of rashly jumping out to destroy anything.