"…Why did this suddenly become a death threat to me?" Facing Jibril's intimidating gaze, Su'er's mouth twitched. "I think the difference is that I might not be the protagonist of some horror movie, right?"
"Yes, that's right~," Jibril didn't deny it. She retracted her gaze and looked back at the ground under her feet. "If you were really the protagonist of a movie, then it definitely wouldn't be a comedy... What do you think?"
"No objection," Su'er shrugged and said, "A character like me can't be a protagonist, right? Always so miserable..."
"Pff, you never know?" Su'er's self-deprecation amused Jibril. This pink-haired Flügel patted his shoulder hard and laughed, "Doesn't that Elf's picture book that the weed brought have such a story? Something about the growth of a hero?"
"...You read those?" Su'er looked at Jibril with a subtle expression. "Don't read too much of that stuff. How can there be any heroes in this world... By the way, you just took my question for granted?"
"Hmm~, is there a problem?"
"Absolutely none. Miss Jibril is right."
Su'er, retreat while fighting.
"If it were any other Flügel, they would definitely kill you, even if they had to self-destruct there," After a laugh, Jibril suddenly said, "But that doesn't mean I will be like that..."
She only said this much, and Jibril didn't have the intention to explain more.
Su'er wisely kept silent without asking further.
"Speaking of which, there's one thing I'm quite curious about, eh?" Jibril suddenly raised her head furtively and poked Su'er's ribs with her elbow.
"Huh? What? No, speak properly. Don't be so handsy... What if I fall?" Su'er defended himself clumsily against Jibril's pokes, and he inexplicably had the illusion of returning to his school days, messing around with his good buddies behind the desk.
"Hmm~~~, i~t's~ p~ro~ba~bl~y~... hard to imagine, right?" Jibril suddenly sighed heavily, "In the past, even I couldn't believe that I would be playing so naturally and friendly with an otherworldly creature that is so weak that I can crush it with one finger..."
The pink-haired Flügel let out a sigh as if she were summarizing her life.
"How should I put it? After listening to you talk about so many things in your world, it's getting stranger and stranger," Jibril scratched her head in confusion.
"What's strange?" Su'er answered tactically, being wary that Jibril would attack him when he was not prepared.
"Look, according to the logic of your world, uh, morality? Or legal regulations or something, how can someone who grew up in that environment have such a good relationship with me?" Jibril bumped Su'er's arm with her small shoulder, "After all, according to your... well, worldview? According to your worldview, I, or all the Flügel, should be the most detestable existences in your eyes, right?"
"Ah, that's true. Let me see... They like to chop off heads, they like to destroy, they like to slaughter... and all sorts of other strange habits. It seems to be true, right?" Su'er couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What's so funny about that?" Jibril looked at Su'er with a strange expression, as if she had seen a mentally unstable madman, but she also started to laugh, "What? Or did you really abandon that weed? Are you determined to seek refuge at my feet?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk~, is this it? Values follow the facial features? That's not good, Su'er~, but if you really like this appearance, it's not like I..."
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Su'er rolled his eyes in annoyance and pushed away Jibril, who was getting closer to him with a mischievous smile.
This guy had no shame at all.
Although this pink-haired Flügel said a lot of inexplicable things, there was one thing Su'er could not deny - when he was casually chatting or playing with this Flügel, he did not feel any discomfort or unease.
To be honest, he often chatted so much that he forgot that the person he was chatting with was a Flügel. It didn't matter whether the Flügel's power was strong or not.
"How should I put it?" Su'er was tangled and pinched his throat. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Look, because we are not the same race at all, right? Even the worlds are different. Isn't it completely unreasonable to use the rules of another world and human beings to demand things from you? So when we get along, we just need to forget those things. Besides, you have already helped Think and me a lot, so we just need to get along with our hearts... Uh, why does it sound so weird when I say it?"
He really didn't know how to describe that mysterious feeling, so Su'er simply shut up. He could see that Jibril was slightly stunned.
"Pff haha, pff hahahaha!" Jibril suddenly let out a wild laugh and patted Su'er's shoulder hard. This man even felt that his bones were about to be broken.
"That's right! That's it!" Jibril nodded hard and wanted to put her arm around Su'er's shoulder without a care. However, her loli-like body prevented her from reaching the other side. She could only settle for putting her arm around Su'er's neck, "Those things don't matter at all, hahahaha!"
Like a certain moody guy, Jibril's laughter suddenly stopped. She turned her head and stared at Su'er.
"So... according to your side's saying, we should be called friends now, right?"
"...Ah, we are indeed friends," After a brief thought, Su'er nodded seriously.
Su'er couldn't understand the smile. Jibril laughed so hard that she was trembling again. She was just like his good buddies in the past, holding his neck tightly and shaking him back and forth.
"Then, my friend—"
She suddenly kicked the rock top under her feet and fell down. Jibril was shouting loudly. Su'er, whose neck was held by her, was also dragged down from the highest point by this sudden force. The comfortable expression was still on his face. He wanted to shout, but his mouth was tightly closed by the wind rushing into it. Besides the sound of the wind, there was only Jibril's voice.
"Let's take a commemorative photo~~!"
The camera she casually threw stopped in the air due to the power of magic, preserving Su'er's horrified expression and Jibril's laughing and wanton posture on the screen.
Everything falling rapidly, and the crystal clear world emitting a dazzling light in the background. Time was thus solidified between the fragile pieces of paper, displayed on the wooden cabinet by Su'er's bedside.
Along with it were all his beautiful memories.