Even though she looked small and was exceptionally cute in appearance, her words with a childish voice did not miss a single bit of the Flügel cruelty and ruthlessness.
Su'er had thought that given Think's personality and her feud with the Flügel, she would definitely exaggerate things, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he found that Think was not wrong at all - this kind of nature where she couldn't stop talking perfectly matched the impression of the Flügel he had established with Think's help.
Like African savages.
He wanted to say something but suddenly found that there was nothing to say. The Flügel wanted his and Think's heads, and neither he nor Think would willingly hand over their heads. Su'er just silently raised the short sword.
If you want my head, come and get it yourself.
Death was right in front of him, but Su'er found that he was unexpectedly calm. Was he too numb? Or had he completely adapted to this world full of killing intent? Or was he just simply tired...
"Eeeh??", the Flügel let out a surprised sound. She flew up a little, and then realized that her words might have been misunderstood, "I don't mean to kill the two of you to get your skulls~, after all, your value is not reflected in your strength, but in that precious knowledge from another world..."
Su'er felt a line of sight that made his scalp tingle scrape over his scalp like a file, as if it had penetrated his flesh and saw the things inside.
"The weed over there doesn't matter at all. She's just a toy of rarity 2, but it would be too wasteful if you, this top-tier collection, were to die because of her... I'll be merciful and let her live as well."
"Ah~~, raising her would also be troublesome. If senior knows about this spontaneous decision, she'll be nagged again... Geez, when will that stubborn mind change?", one second she was feeling moved by her own rare kindness, and the next second, the pink-haired Flügel was holding her head in annoyance and muttering to herself.
She made a one-sided decision without even asking for Su'er and Think's opinions. After all, from Jibril's perspective, the words she said were already a concession that couldn't be more generous - couldn't they continue to live, and even live well? She didn't even mention the difficulties she would encounter in raising such a collection in the Flügel country.
How could anyone refuse such a thing?
That possibility had never appeared in the Flügel mind.
She seemed to be communicating with him and Think, but Su'er clearly felt that this Flügel who suddenly appeared was actually just constantly talking about her own thoughts - Su'er heard that many mentally ill people have this habit of talking to themselves.
Also, were the words she said a bit too familiar? This kind of captive-like statement.
"Oh~ oh~, I almost forgot. You can't carry such dangerous things~, by the way, I don't really like your eyes either..."
He couldn't react at all. The only thing in Su'er's sight was a flash of white light. The hand that was holding the Elf's short sword felt as if it had been hit by a truck. From his five fingers to his arm, they were all numb. The flesh on his palm became like a thick piece of rubber, just constantly shaking, and he couldn't even bend his fingers.
The short sword carefully forged by the Elf drew a beautiful arc in the air and spun before embedding itself into the stone wall far away, sinking into it. It was only after all this had happened that Su'er belatedly heard the Flügel leisurely voice.
The white light that sent his sharpest weapon flying was not just for this purpose. Following a calculated angle, and following its owner's intention, it bounced off and hit Think's ankle.
"It's better to get rid of things forged by trash who only hide underground~, for my collection, it's most perfect to have a clean body without any clutter~, although these black and gray marks are a bit of an eyesore for a collectible... Well, it doesn't matter, it's just a bonus..."
The lock was opened.
The difficulty that Think said she would face to open the lock was not even a small stone on the road for the Flügel. She easily removed the elves' shackles for Think without feeling any fear.
Yes, what did she have to fear?
"Ugh!"
Her body lost the strength to stand out of thin air. Think knelt on the ground and gagged violently. The elves that were shackled at her ankle surged to every part of her body like a tide. The pain caused by a huge amount of elves suddenly passing through her flesh and nerves that had not been nourished by spirit for a long time made Think tremble and convulse. Even her stomach felt like it was going to be thrown up.
"Think!!", he didn't have time to think about the Flügel actions. Su'er could only rush to Think's side and wanted to block something, but besides those leisurely words, the Flügel did not launch a subsequent attack.
The sensation in his palm was constantly recovering. Su'er wanted to support Think's trembling body, but this woman raised a hand and pressed it on his arm as a support. Her sharp nails were even about to embed themselves into Su'er's flesh.
"Eh? That's really disgusting?", Jibril watched this scene with a subtle expression and said with a look of disgust: "Every time I see this kind of scene, I feel like I'm blind. Hey, at least as one of the intellectual races created by the false god, aren't you a bit... too indiscriminate?"
After thinking about the words for a while, Jibril still couldn't help but ask the question she had wanted to ask for a long time.
However, Think still did not respond.
She was struggling to gather her spirit and calm the traces of the elves' rampage in her body during her violent gasping, and she was trying her best to regain control of her power. This process was not difficult. Instead, it was happening very quickly.
Even though the memento left by that gopher was removed so casually, her power as an octuple sorcerer was quickly being regained, but Think didn't have a single optimistic thought. She wouldn't even have the thought that this Flügel was too arrogant.
Unlike Su'er, who did not have a truly accurate understanding of the vastness of the Flügel power, Think could deeply feel the gap between the two of them. It was like putting a cup of water on the edge of a seemingly endless ocean. It was a gap that a single person could not make up for.
It was as casual as removing a collar for a cat, just to make her look better. Jibril, as a Flügel, indeed had the capital to be so casual.