When Think went to look for medicinal herbs, the Flügel hiding on the side had already swept away all the things she could find one step earlier. The reason why this lake was so rich in medicinal liquid was also because this Flügel had filled it with all the medicinal herbs she had hidden.
Although she acted very generously, there was a fundamental difference in meaning from the word generous.
"What kind of unrealistic dreams are weeds having?", scoffing with disdain, the pink-haired Flügel raised her small chin proudly, "Things I take naturally belong to the Flügel property. Instead, shouldn't a weed at least be grateful that I was so generous as to take out the medicinal herbs?"
"Oh my? It's really strange for such words to come out of the mouth of a savage who only has skulls in her mind, isn't it? The research topic for this year should be this - The etiquette of the Flügel? My apologies, my apologies, I seem to have suddenly told a joke, I'm so sorry~, Miss Monster~", as she said that, she suddenly laughed softly. Think bent her knees slightly and apologized.
Just from the words, it sounded like an apologetic tone of giving in, but when it came from Think's mouth, it was simply pouring burning gasoline on the Flügel head.
Undoubtedly, the pink-haired Flügel was no match. Su'er saw that her fists were clenched.
Cold sweat kept dripping down his back. Even though he had shamelessly claimed that he had won before he passed out, Su'er was not at all arrogant because of this. In fact, he was very clear about the situation between him, Think, and this Flügel.
He definitely didn't win. If he had to say so, he just temporarily eliminated the Flügel hostility.
The Flügel did have records of battle damage. These monsters who only had war in their minds were worthy of the name of the War God's creations. Even when facing a stronger enemy, they would not retreat a single step. They would definitely fight to the last moment. Even when their bodies could no longer hold on, they would not back down. Instead, they would directly detonate themselves to bring the final damage to the enemy.
This was the content that the Elf had recorded from a very long distance using magic when the Flügel were fighting to collect intelligence. Think had mentioned it to Su'er when they were passing by those huge pits.
According to common sense, this Flügel little girl, even if she couldn't win, should have chosen to self-destruct at the last moment to maintain the entire race's... tradition?
But for some reason, this Flügel did not choose to do so. She even gave up on standing up again after hearing him say those three words, and instead lay motionless on the ground.
All of her words and actions since she appeared were very much in line with Su'er's understanding of the Flügel, but this one thing was completely different.
Was it because she wanted to know the answer to that question? Was that answer very important to her?
There was too little information. Su'er could only guess in his heart.
"How is your recovery?"
He heard the sound of splashing water beside him. While Su'er was lost in thought, Think, who had finished her tit-for-tat with the Flügel, came over and asked.
That's great.
What was great was not his recovery, but that the strange and dangerous scene seemed to have finally passed.
"Hmm, I would say the effect is a bit too good. I feel like I have endless strength in my body now", he raised his hand and moved it. Su'er said with sincere emotion.
By the way, this time he was finally not naked when he woke up, which was embarrassing. His shorts were still on him. Although it was a small thing, Su'er had been thanking the heavens and the earth in his heart since he saw the Flügel.
"Speaking of which, uh...", suddenly thinking of a very crucial matter, Su'er wanted to ask but was a bit embarrassed to speak. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked in a sneaky low voice with squinted eyes: "...This kind of recovery, uh, cough... will it shorten my lifespan?"
After all, in his impression, accelerated cell division and healing seemed to consume something that could not be regenerated.
It was very awkward. A part of this awkwardness came from what he saw when he looked up to ask Think just now, hmm... it was not something for children. The light golden-haired Elf was standing right next to him. And the other part was from his own question.
After all, he had already survived, and he was not even crippled. Under such circumstances, it was a bit too greedy to still crave that his lifespan would not be shortened... but Su'er just wanted to know.
It seemed that he had already hugged the Elf's thigh, and the ferocious Flügel also seemed to have turned into a state where she could communicate normally. Su'er couldn't help but fantasize about whether he could live a beautiful and happy life after this - for example, with good food? For example, in a warm and safe environment?
He had fought for these with his life, and if he didn't have a life to enjoy them... wouldn't that be a pity?
He just wanted to live such a good life - but was that wrong?
Didn't he deserve to enjoy these?
Su'er couldn't control himself from thinking about these things. Even the beautiful flowers standing in the lake, the small sun floating in the air, and the starlight flowing through his fingertips were constantly soothing his body and mind.
He craved it.
"Hmm~~~", Think pinched her chin and looked at Su'er's deliberately turned-away face, but in the end, she sighed for a long time, "Although I really want to give Mr. Monkey a good answer, but..."
The light golden-haired Elf seemed to be in a difficult position.
"But the fact is that your lifespan has been greatly reduced!", before Think could speak, the pink-haired Flügel clapped her hands and gave the answer with a grin, "Hey, hey, although there's a lot of exaggeration, but you defeated me from the front, hmm, probably from the front, anyway, you defeated me, didn't you? Wouldn't it be too greedy to not want to pay anything for such a big victory?"
The Flügel couldn't understand.
"Instead, you should puff out your chest and be proud of yourself for being able to do all this with such a small price. What was that word again?", the pink-haired Flügel little girl tilted her head and thought, "Warrior? Or something else... hero?"
"Ah ha, that's indeed the case. It's indeed not a small thing to be concerned about", Su'er smiled and touched his hair, which was soaking wet.
He didn't know if it was because he had already guessed it, but Su'er suddenly found that he didn't have much strong emotion when he learned that his lifespan had been greatly reduced. Instead, he was unusually calm.
Although he couldn't live for too long, he just had to enjoy it well before he died. It wasn't a loss... was it?
The light golden-haired Elf watched all this silently.