I, the Human Race, Hit You!

betrayed!

Betrayed his Creator and joined the enemy's camp.

Betrayed the mission entrusted to him, and took the light back to himself.

Betrayed the duty of governing the gods, intending to end the rule of the gods.

Why is this?Jibril couldn't understand.

Since her birth, Jibril, who was placed with high hopes by the Creator, responded to the Creator's doubts about the strong and the weak, countless times with the weak against the strong, and gambled her life countless times to walk on the verge of death.

For the sake of Artoxie, the creator, to achieve defeat, even if there is only a chance of success less than one in a billion, even if her actions will be rejected by all the Flügel, and in the end she will be unable to return home, Jibril still has no hesitation Done.

However—Jibril put her hands on her chest.

The foundation of the Flügel is the art, but the chest is indeed inexplicably sore.

A feeling like flames burns inside of him—a feeling called jealousy.

From the moment the Creator's death was confirmed, Jibril's heart was filled with joy, relief, tranquility, and lingering confusion.

The sky city of the Flügel will probably never return.

The only fun, challenging the strong and collecting heads is also banned by the new rules.

Now that the Creator has passed away, what should I do now that my mission has been completed?What exactly should be done?

No one has an answer for themselves.

All, I am just mechanical, for the purpose of 'repaying gratitude', I am loyal to 'someone' who has achieved my goal.

It's like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw and seeing it as the only light in the darkness.

but……

Allegiance is allegiance. In the past nine months, I have not found a new meaning of existence.

I need a new meaning of existence, I need a new life goal, but this new master did not give it to me.

The Flügel are weapons, weapons that carry out the orders of their masters.

The other Flügel were carrying out the order to protect Artosh-sama.

And himself, carrying out the order to defeat Master Artosh.

Artosh stored in himself the root of his strengths and weaknesses, and the hope that one day 'Jibril' would be able to surpass him, or even take a step back at least.

But the new owner did not have similar expectations for himself.

Even just one sentence - 'I need Jibril', in this way, it is enough to make myself a new reason for existence.

But similar words, similar expectations, similar orders—never once.

In the past few months, I have simply taken care of my master's basic necessities of life. This is something anyone can do. For the only god, this is not even necessary.

Besides, in the past nine months, the only time the master has given him a clear order is to participate in the Holy Grail War - this completely meaningless game.

As a killing weapon, the Flügel can think, be sad, be sad, and be happy, but—that is after receiving orders from the master.

Therefore, Jibril envied Tamamomae.

I envy her that the world places high hopes on her, and envy her being needed by the world.

Likewise, Jibril hates Tamamo-mae.

I hate her for betraying the Creator's expectations for her without hesitation, and I hate her for easily abandoning what she dreamed of.

Of course——Jibril sighed, temporarily suppressing the dissatisfaction in her heart.

During these nine months, the only official order given to him by the master was to participate in this Holy Grail War.

Therefore, no matter what, victory in the Holy Grail War is the most important thing now.

The master restricted his shots in the Holy Grail War, but correspondingly——released a hint spell on himself that would not be targeted by the participants of the Holy Grail War.

Therefore, the self here only needs to look at it.

With such thoughts in mind, Jibril swaggered and watched Tamamo-mae's performance in the distance.

Then——I saw a human being with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes looking around and touching it.

ps: Well... I'm used to it, so let's ps.

Chapter 66 Believer

With interesting thoughts, Jibril moved behind him and said coldly.

"Hello! Monkey, are you looking for me?"

Of course, Jibril just said it casually.

The hints placed on him by the master forbade him from being attacked during the Holy Grail War, so the monkey in front of him should not be hostile to him.

Then, in Jibril's eyes, the young man in front of him, with a speed not inferior to that of the orcs, took a posture of defensive counterattack.

Jibril was lost in thought.

Defensive counterattack is naturally a kind of hostility towards oneself.

Of course, the power of the master cannot be invalidated. In other words, is this suggestion only valid for the heroic spirit?Ineffective against human masters?

What is the purpose of the master doing this?What is the reason?What do you want to do?

Jibril couldn't help thinking about getting that heart of service in Tamamo's former memory.

So far, the master has seldom given clear orders to himself, and he has not placed certain expectations on himself. It must be because he has not done well enough, and it must be because he does not know the master well enough.

As long as you do better yourself, sooner or later you will become the most important and indispensable part of your master.

While Jibril was thinking, cold sweat dripped from Kotomine Kirei's back.

An existence that could appear behind him and make him unconscious——if he wanted to, the battle would have ended just now.

In other words, this is not a battle at all.

By the grace of God, he inherited the ancient fighting skills passed down from generation to generation by the saints, Kotomine Kirei thought that his melee combat ability would not be weaker than most heroic spirits.

If the master of the enemy servant can be eliminated, it will definitely help the battle situation, right?

The master of the enemy is an angel, and the heroic spirits cannot be hostile to it, and this ancient technique that I inherited - the saint who has learned this technique, killed the "angel of destruction" who led [-] angels. ".

I am definitely not as good as a certain saint, but if it is an ordinary two-winged angel, maybe—?

No matter how you think about it, this is the Lord’s test of Himself.

That's why he had the idea of ​​coming to the door alone.

Kotomine Kirei's heart sank slightly.

The strength of the enemy is out of my expectation, but—I believe that there must be a purpose for me to appear here!

Kotomine Kirei thought so.

Jibril tilted her head and said playfully.

"Oh! Mr. Monkey? Do you want to be my enemy? I advise you to find out the gap between the two sides! After all—"

Miss Angel in front of him disappeared from sight in an instant, and Kotomine Kirei suddenly punched behind him.

Jacob's siblings, although Kotomine Kirei thinks that he is not yet a master of practice, but they also carry some shadows of Fenkai boxing.

Almost [-]/[-] against the King of Conquerors?To be honest, it was to save face.

Kotomine Kirei didn't want to flatter himself, but as a contemporary saint of the church who was favored by the gods, even though he was not as good as Fenhai Moses or Jiang Ryoma, it was not difficult to smash a conqueror who was not good at melee combat.

The punch was extremely heavy, but—was blocked with ease.

By a finger.

Jibril nodded and praised: "The reaction speed is very good, but the strength is too weak - so, you should realize the difference in strength between the enemy and us, right?"

If it is said that Kotomine Kirei's fist has the meaning of dividing the sea, then Jibril is the monster who can easily divide the sea.

The Flügel itself is a spell, and the defensive magic woven by the Creator is always on. Kotomine Kirei's power cannot even shake the Flügel's defense.

Jibril thought.

While the master forbids himself from using power, he casts hint magic that will be ignored on himself. In other words - for being able to ignore the existence of hint magic, he is equivalent to obtaining permission to use power.

But—Jibril sighed.

The human race in another world is still comparable to the elite individuals of the beast race. The rarity of the head is very high, and Jibril certainly wants to collect it.

But unlike the gods, the current masters are human beings.

The gods are a race of individuals, and the Flügel used to hunt the gods, and Artosh-sama would only praise them.

But human beings are a collective race with a sense of racial honor and identity.

Before figuring out what the current master is thinking, let's restrain ourselves!

So, first let him—stop acting.

As Jibril thought so, a wave of elves burst out from her fingertips.

As if bumping into an oncoming blue spearman, Kotomine Kirei flew backwards uncontrollably and knocked down several wooden houses before he was able to withstand the castration.

"cough!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Kotomine Kirei fell limply on the spot.

"The attack unleashed using the blood-bad individual as a reference, shouldn't it be able to stand up? 』

Jibril thought to herself, just as she turned her gaze back to the distant battlefield...

Only looking at Kotomine Kirei who was knocked into the air, he stood up unsteadily and walked towards him.

Jibril sighed faintly.

"It's beyond my expectation that you can still stand up, but Mr. Monkey—can you please leave me alone?"

"Borrowing what the master told me, the power to run over ants without dying is difficult to master!"

Coughing another mouthful of blood, Kotomine Kirei's face was as golden as paper.