I, the Heir of Heroes

"Great!"

As always, it exudes a brilliant and powerful light, and pure spirit waves flow on the flawless skin.

It seems that the scars just mentioned from Rafael's mouth are not as serious as imagined.

As if she didn't realize what she had done that contradicted her identity, Azrael restrained her wings, and slowly landed at Artosh's feet.

The tall body was sitting quietly on the throne, and Artosh, who rested his forehead with one hand, then opened his eyes and looked at Wing, who suddenly became quiet.

As the absolute god, the strongest god and the king of kings, he declares his divine purpose here:

"—Why are you angry?"

The anger that exaggerated the killing intent was extremely real, but at the moment of contact, this breath disappeared without a trace.

Being nonsensical like an idiot has long been a fixed concept in his mind, but facing the calm face he hadn't seen for a long time, Artosh somewhat missed the dependence of Azrael's behavior.

"Hey, I'm a little ashamed of my stupidity!"

The Lord is invincible, Azrael couldn't forgive herself for being so stupid that she would start to doubt this.

Wings fluttered, Azrael replied with a cute and naive expression when facing her master's question to her.

"Angry about the facts? Boring..."

Artosh replied casually, but such words caused unimaginable harm to Azrael.

Yes, go to hell.

Facing the impact of the beloved Lord's words, Azrael's smile froze, and then she showed a devastated expression, raising her hands and preparing to use [Sky Strike] at herself.

"I have bothered you so much, my lord. Please forgive me."

However, Rafael, who suddenly appeared from behind, launched a fierce "attack" again, blasting him into the sky beyond his sight.

Facing the short comedy in front of his eyes, Artosh asked solemnly:

"Fourth entity, [that] is broken!"

"This care must make her feel grateful, but she just lost her composure for a while and did something that gave you a headache—I'm very sorry."

"Well, that's how it is...it doesn't matter."

Artosh smiled calmly.

After saluting to the master who seemed satisfied, and was about to turn around and leave——suddenly, Raphael had a certain doubt.

"My lord, please allow me to inquire about your abyss-like will."

Wordlessly, the Lord's eyes urged her to continue.

Rafael knelt down and asked:

"——Why, Azrael, who is the original individual—is [like that]? What is the significance of the existence of the extra individual Jibril?"

Hearing this question from her, Artosh remained motionless.

On the majestic face like a rock, there are traces of the infestation of the years, and at the same time there is a trace of weariness - the Lord declared with his unshakable will and the authority that can define the law of the world with just one sentence:

"The former is a manifestation of my will, and the latter is also a manifestation of my will... There is no special meaning."

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- Ahhh.

"It is really a lofty and far-reaching sentence. It is worthy of our king, our Lord."

Respectfully answered, Raphael, who literally trembled as if he had received an apocalypse, saluted.

Then he walked towards Azrael, who was still making noise and crying, squatting outside the broken wall.

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"Master Artosh, the strongest and supreme existence."

Its will has surpassed all things, and its divine will also contains all things.

In Raphael's view, the Lord knows everything.

That being the case, of course he can understand all kinds of child's play.

That's why the Lord said this--

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Azrael becoming [this] is just a child's play.

Looking down at Azrael who was lying on the ground crying like a child, Raphael thought so.

As if the cold and indifferent appearance that appeared in the treatment room just now was just an illusion, Rafael who kicked [this] away as if nothing had happened, half-closed his eyes and said:

"...When will you [fake cry], stand up quickly."

"Wow, I'm half serious! Rafael-chan is so annoying~!"

Azrael lay down on the ground in a big shape like a child playing with a temper, shedding big tears, and said in a sobbing voice:

"...Rafael-chan... Will Jeep-chan hate me when he sees my state just now?"