Jibril had not planned to show up so early... at least not so easily.
At the very least, she should appear in front of everyone in the most beautiful and oppressive way after the two of them have been rescued by the Elf and feel relieved and happy that they have escaped the crisis. After killing all the unrelated people, she would take away all their hope in one fell swoop.
This was Jibril's plan. She was looking forward to seeing what kind of expression she would see at that time.
However, the words of that weed stirred her heart like a fluffy feather - she knew this should be a trap, a scheme of that weed, but she just couldn't help it.
With the powerful oppressive force of the elves, Jibril appeared in front of Su'er and Think.
There was a geometric light ring rotating in an orderly manner above her head. A faint light emanated from her waist, and her wings, which completely defied aerodynamics, were more like decorations than for supporting flight. Her long hair flowed down and fluttered in the air, even in a windless environment.
Unfortunately, she was a little girl.
Whenever she rose and fell slightly in the air, her hair would sway, reflecting light like a prism, looking like a rainbow, and constantly changing colors with the scattered reflection of light.
Unfortunately, she was a little girl.
Contrasting with this colorful and beautiful hair were her amber eyes with golden cross patterns, which showed pride and disdain.
Unfortunately, she was a little girl.
She wore a gray metal ornament around her neck, and a pitifully small amount of cloth for clothes, which covered her small body in front. There were patterns of unknown meaning on her smooth arms and thighs.
Unfortunately, she was a little girl!
Although the Flügel clothes did not cover much of her body, her overly young body and appearance did not make people feel the slightest thing related to eroticism... Instead, anyone who felt an urge should be shot on the spot.
But even though she looked like a very fragile young girl, the oppressive force she brought was the most powerful one Su'er had ever seen besides Okan. Especially this undisguised malice, which came from the suppression of the ecological niche.
It came again, that familiar feeling of his nerves being oppressed by elves.
Even his breathing became rapid. After seeing that small palm print, Su'er had indeed fantasized about what kind of creature would appear here, but no matter how rich his imagination was, he never expected it to be a Flügel.
The energy life form at the forefront of all races, composed purely of elves... By the way, since she is an energy life form, she should be able to change her appearance at will, right? Did she specifically choose this form because of a hobby?
There was no extra time to think about the questions that popped up in his mind one after another in an instant. What made Su'er's nerves and muscles tense was what the woman beside him had said - the things that Think, who was a lifelong hater of the Flügel, had said.
If this Flügel, who had been hiding around the two of them, had not been slack, then Think's description of the entire Flügel was undoubtedly heard in its entirety. Thinking of this, Su'er couldn't help but look at Think with the corner of his eye... He needed some tips or guidance.
However, Think seemed to be frightened. She looked at this Flügel who suddenly appeared, and didn't move.
She recognized her.
It was her, it was her! It was her!
A voice kept shouting in her heart. Even though her physical age had changed, and her current movements seemed a bit childish, Think recognized the identity of this Flügel who suddenly appeared at a glance. The monster who destroyed this city and slaughtered all the Elf here. Judging from how the other Flügel called her at the time, her name was - a special individual, Jibril.
She was indeed a scaled-down version of her adult appearance. Even the light ring floating above her head was no different. And that uniquely featured hair... There was no mistake.
The one who barbarically broke through her and the fairy's defense line with the Flügel and destroyed all the research.
She was also the first one who made a genius like her taste that flavor. Looking back now, wasn't that the taste of failure?
After all this, Think belatedly realized this - the reason why she always held resentment and murderous intent towards the Flügel, no, it should be towards Jibril.
She really wanted to step on that face and mock her properly... to let her also experience her own feelings, to see her cry because she was defeated...
"Oh, my?", feeling something from the opposite weed's eyes, Jibril tilted her head in surprise, "Such eyes and aura... Could it be that the weed has seen me before?"
"Hmm~~~, I really can't remember~, I'm so sorry~", she bowed halfway with no sincerity. Jibril, who raised her head slightly, showed a malicious smile, "...After all, I have gotten rid of too many weeds~~~, was it a time when I didn't clean up thoroughly?"
"Oh, my~, that's strange~, I don't remember leaving any survivors... It's really a headache. I was quite confident in my perception abilities~", as if she really had a headache, the small little girl frowned in annoyance, and one hand propped up her forehead.
"..."
The answer to her was the silence of the two of them. Su'er didn't know what to say, and Think, for some reason, didn't even say a word of sarcasm. She just had a gloomy face, which didn't fit Su'er's impression of her.
To be honest, he always thought that even if this Elf was about to be killed in the next second, she would never bow her head.
"Since both of you are keeping quiet, does that mean we have reached a consensus?", Jibril was a bit bored with Su'er and Think's uncooperative reaction. She smiled and put her hands together in front of her chest, asking, "Can I ask the two of you to allow me to bind you without resistance? I will be very gentle with precious heads~~"
It was obviously just a formality. Su'er didn't believe that this Flügel who had been hiding for a long time wouldn't know how much combat power he and Think had at this moment.
"Ah~, it would be difficult for me if you were to be inevitably injured due to your resistance... After all, when facing an overly fragile toy, a little too much force can cause damage, and the amount of force is a bit difficult to measure~"
Arrogant! So arrogant!
Is your next sentence going to be that it's hard to control the force to step over an ant without killing it?