I, the Heir of Heroes

"...Jibril, what's wrong, um... um... what is it?"

With an indescribably complicated expression on his face, Rafael asked.

"Please don't worry about it, it's just a fragment of a goblin toy."

Jibril's answer in a gentle tone only deepened the doubts.

Speaking of which, I seem to have heard someone say that some kind of fleet of goblins was destroyed.That's okay.Kill the goblins?Very good, let's keep doing it, it's okay to kill them all, but it's the recommended way.Come on.

However, the question is, what is the purpose of bringing that toy and fragments back——

"Don't worry? This time - I will win."

There is no need to ask too much, of course it is to pass the test—Facing the little girl who answered this, Raphael sighed, but suddenly realized after a moment——

So far, has she ever asserted about winning?

"—Ah, senior, can you please lend me [the remains of the dragon spirit]?"

【What is that going to be used for? 】

Sure enough, this is also a superfluous question.

But at the very least, it is necessary to say what should be said. Raphael who thought of this was just about to speak——

"—Jip sauce, I should have ordered you."

Chapter 84 The Battle Between the Flügel

"—Jip sauce, I should have ordered you."

The advice that was just about to be said was interrupted by the harmless intention that unfolded in front of his eyes in an instant.Appearing from the void without warning, the one that landed on the ground was the 【First Spectrum】.

In front of the strongest Flügel staring at him with a smile on his perplexed face—

"This...? [It is forbidden to challenge the gods alone in the future]...Is this right?"

Jibril just responded with a twisted fearless smile.

"But is it my illusion? I haven't asked you the reason why I must obey."

Seeing the expression of the little girl who was just posing for a battle and uttering provocative words, Rafael immediately understood.

Jibril didn't feel anxious or irritable, nor was she a childish tantrum or any childish resistance.

She just greeted Azrael at this "just in time" moment.

Obviously so...

Azrael also said to Jibril, who was burning with fighting spirit, with a worried face:

"Jip-chan is a very important individual... No matter what, it can't be destroyed by the gods in vain."

Yes, she stomped all the mines with great flamboyance.

"I'm sorry, Jeep sauce, just lie down for a while, I will show mercy so that you don't die."

In an instant, gently!

Jibril, who was showing a faint smile, flashed silently.

Together with an area of ​​Avant Heim, it sent Azrael flying far away.

"What, what's going on!? Why did you suddenly become so angry!?"

Due to the impact just now, all the Flügel, worthy of the name, thought that something had happened and rushed over one after another.

"Azrael, are you out of your mind...?"

Raphael said to the bewildered Azrael in a helpless tone.

"Don't you even have the consciousness to insult her with [Handle mercy]? Then I can only say this—"

Raphael even poured disappointment into his voice, declaring:

"There should be a limit to being confused. You didn't even have the image of your face when I pierced the [Spiritual Essence] together."

——I don’t understand what it means.

Azrael looked at Jibril again.

Whether it's the wings or the halo, in order to squeeze and compress the spirit, even light is included inside, and it becomes a black figure like a shadow.

The dust mustards wandering on the ground will immediately accept the manifestation of death's destruction just by seeing her posture.

However, Azrael, who looked at Jibril for a long time, still thought so——

not enough!

No matter how it is modified, no matter how it is viewed from a partial perspective, the absolute value of that power is not comparable to that of Azrael.

However, this figure, which was incomparable in quality and quantity, brought an unparalleled sense of threat to her soul.

Two opposing intuitions.Azrael didn't know what to do in the moment of confusion.

But there is no doubt that what can be called instinct, created as a fighting race, is a pure declaration of contradiction.

You are obviously weaker than me, but you still need the maximum strength?Was it to use the power that might cause irreversible damage to Jibril—or even kill her?