"...Ah, something like that happened?" Jibril raised her head slightly as if she had just realized it. She had truly forgotten that such a thing had happened in the great war before. At least for her, such a thing was not at all something to be concerned about.
"What do you mean, 'something like that happened,' Nyaa! I'm getting angry, Jibril, Nyaa! I, your older sister, am really getting angry!"
Without any regard for her image, Azril even started rolling around in the air.
"...It's just a head, there's no need for such a big reaction, is there?" Not at all bothered by Azril's noise, Jibril turned around and began searching the ruins.
According to her understanding of that hamster-like man, he always liked to hoard good things. Since this was his room...
"Huh, huh? What do you mean 'it's just a head,' Nyaa??" Azril was so shocked that she dragged out her voice. She almost teleported to Jibril's front and stared at her eyes while hanging upside down. "That's not what you would say at all, Jibril, Nyaa!!!"
She almost suspected that her sister, whom she had been with for so long, had been replaced without her noticing. Azril even reached out her hand to pinch Jibril's cheek, but she was forcefully slapped away.
"If it were the Jibril of the past, Nyaa, you would definitely be more frustrated than me! You would probably carefully search every place that piece of scrap metal could have teleported to and investigate every single trace!" Azril, who believed she knew every inch of Jibril, questioned her loudly.
However, her words did not elicit any reaction from Jibril. In fact, even Jibril herself was in a very strange emotional state at this moment. It was a question, but it was not a question—when did she start to lose the emotion of longing for those rare heads that she should have felt so intensely?
It was absolutely not because she preferred to fight the strong with the weak and constantly make herself stronger. These two things did not conflict at all. Or rather, working hard and defeating the strong, and then taking their heads into her own possession, was Jibril's favorite thing to do in the past.
When did she start to be able to say things like "it's just a head" so calmly, so calmly that it was as if she didn't even need to think, like an unconscious instinct.
The hand that was rummaging through the wreckage of the room stopped. Maintaining this posture, after a long time, Jibril began to move again.
"It doesn't matter, does it?" Jibril said in a calm tone that didn't reveal a single abnormality. She was just brushing her off. "It's just that compared to my past self, my current self prefers the feeling of fighting a strong enemy... That's enough."
"Huh~~~?" Azril dragged out her voice and slowly floated to Jibril's back. "I thought you did that because you wanted to secretly let that piece of scrap metal go?"
At an unexpected moment, the emerald-haired Flügel asked without any warning. She did not have her usual expression or her verbal tic that was always present.
"What are you talking about, Senior Azril?" Without a single pause, without any hesitation, Jibril said calmly, "I am the master's wing. I will naturally dedicate everything to the master—this is a matter that is beyond a doubt and needs no suspicion at all."
"Yes, Nyaa~" Azril's voice was light and happy. "We are all our master's wings. Our master's will is the direction we move in. Our master's enemy is an existence that we must destroy, even if we have to pay with our lives. If we violate this, then there is no need for us to exist, Nyaa~"
Her words were not met with a response.
"Well~, never mind. Anyway, the master's order was just a greeting... Destroying the hand that the strange enemy secretly extended to that extent can be considered a greeting, right, Nyaa? I don't know if it counts or not. It's so annoying, Nyaa..." Azril yawned widely and stretched her arms. The next second, she disappeared into the air, leaving only an unfinished sentence for Jibril.
"Come back soon, Jibril, Nyaa~. Although we lost a few sisters, we still achieved a hearty victory. We have to celebrate properly, Nyaa~~~"
Azril's last words disappeared into the air along with the glistening white specks of light. Jibril put down the piece of wood she was holding. The charred carbon dust did not stain her hands at all. She just stood up and turned around to stare at the place where the eldest sister of all the Flügel had disappeared. For a long time, she said nothing.
She could not put the feelings in her heart into concrete words at this moment. The only thing Jibril could be sure of was that what she possessed at this moment... was definitely not just the joy of a war victory.