I, the Heir of Heroes

There would be no point in that.Wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse if he killed her?

Do you want to give in?But once she backs down, she will one day be killed in the challenge of the gods.

So, at least it should be done by yourself...?

Such thoughts came to mind for a moment, but Azrael immediately felt ashamed of this unforgivable disrespect;

"...I know, I know...Ah...I won't, stop—"

Azrael lowered her head while talking.

[That is a special individual created by my monarch, and I have no right to destroy her. 】

Just as Azrael was saying this while trying to release her battle stance, countless eyes focused on her.

Regretful gazes from the audience, Jibril's angry gazes, plus Rafael's contemptuous gazes, and——

"Are you going to flee in front of me, [the first individual]——don't let me down."

Abruptly, there was an absolute sound that shook Abant Heim and even the whole world.

Hearing the words of the Lord who resounded through the sky, everyone's eyes turned to the position between the thrones at the same time.

As if responding, the voice continued with a strong color of joy:

"Why are you still hesitating? This is obviously a battlefield where you bet on each other's lives and polish your own life and soul. If you choose to escape in front of this opportunity, then your wings will surely deteriorate soon."

"Since it is one of my wings, you should be afraid of that rancid smell."

Hearing the resounding apocalypse, Azrael lowered her head and sighed, then——

"……OK then."

Saying so, the raised face made everyone wonder if they had read it wrong.

Even Jibril, who was staring at her, couldn't help but gasped.With a smile like an inorganic carapace mask, a doll-like Flügel stripped of all emotion.

Except for Rafael, no one knows "that who" now.

A sharp voice as cold as a steel blade, quite different from the bastard everyone knew, proclaimed:

"One blow, and that's the end. It's all ruined before you even feel the pain, [Fanwai individual]."

In an instant, a certain kind of creepy aura rose.

That was the strange power that most Flügel didn't know, and those who had forgotten it recalled it.

Disappeared in an instant, and then shifted to a position facing Jibril, and Azrael also spread her wings.

The complex, multiple, and gigantic spread of the halo, and the shining wings suddenly turned dark.

Just like Jibril, she has accumulated spirits to the point where even light can be squeezed to the limit.

but--

Compared with Jibril, who was full of fighting spirit and writhing magma-like anger on her smiling face, this was completely different.

On the masked smile, the gesture of letting the power squirm with complete emotionlessness and selflessness is really terrifying.

"Well, if you want to do it, you can really do it. That's our eldest sister."

Facing Azrael standing strangely in the sky, everyone was stunned except for Rafael who was talking to himself so nostalgicly.

And not just because of her weirdness.

Also, it was several times Jibril's strength in anyone's eyes—no, it was obviously a fetal movement with power beyond the Flügel domain!

"La, Master Raphael! No, is it really okay if you don't stop them!?"

The girl who was hastily moved to the side asked this question, but Raphael turned his head sideways and replied:

"Block? Block what and why?"

"Huh...w-why...but-but the Flügel are really fighting each other or something—!"

Hmm - Rafael looked at the two people in the confrontation and thought:

The Flügel, including himself, are a slightly irritable race, and Rafael admitted this with a wry smile.

Fighting each other for the head, quarreling over trivial matters, and dueling everyday...these are all "peaceful" Flügel stories.

That's right, peace—because that would mean being in a relaxed situation where you could quarrel leisurely among your own people.

Of course, at that time, showing mercy or something would only be interpreted as [insult] by the other party.

Because of this, Jibril got angry with Azrael and it turned into this situation.

However, in a battle, using a "clear killing intent" to drive the opponent to a situation of total destruction, except for some special reason, such as sacrificing for victory in the war... everything else is strictly prohibited.After all, it is completely rebellious and disrespectful to destroy the property bestowed by the Lord and created by the Lord in vain. Ten thousand deaths are not enough to atone for their sins, but...

"Our Lord has allowed it, what more is there to admit?"

--silence.

Facing the unrefutable truth that Raphael said, who else can respond.

Silence fell, and all the Flügel looked up at the two wriggling forces confronting each other in the sky.

Chapter 85 Must Kill