Ah, the angel has arrived.
As the Flügel girl smashed through the ceiling the moment the barrier was lifted, this thought inexplicably surfaced in Arthur's mind.
A slowly rotating halo shimmered above her head, and a pair of pure white wings spread elegantly from her back. She looked like a mythical angel. With her gentle smile, she radiated an almost perfectly pure aura.
Beautiful. Holy. By appearance alone, she was undeniably angelic.
But—
Her temperament was at complete odds with her features. Her eyes bore cross-shaped pupils filled with both curiosity and contempt. This was no kind-hearted angel. At the very least, she displayed no respect whatsoever toward either Arthur or Think.
And most importantly—she was an angel. That fact alone stirred Arthur's innate aversion.
"Hm. The moment I laid eyes on this girl, I couldn't help but want to capture her, train her, and dye those white wings black." Arthur pinched his chin with a serious look, the ahoge on his head bobbing with excitement as if declaring, It's time for corruption!
"Oh? To think I would hear such a shocking statement right at the beginning." The Flügel girl flapped her wings as she spoke in a polite, courteous tone. "This unknown creature, bearing the aura of both Old Deus and Dragon, seems to hold quite an opinion of me. How incredible. Could it be we've met before, and I somehow offended you?"
Her words dripped with civility, but the murderous intent radiating from her was unmistakable.
The type who smiled sweetly while beating enemies bloody—this was that kind of person.
"Don't worry, this is our first meeting," Arthur replied in the same courteous tone. "I simply despise anyone with pigeon wings sprouting from their back. If your ears weren't slightly different from the bastards I know, you'd already be a corpse."
The atmosphere froze in an instant.
Their exchange had provoked one another's anger, yet neither made the first move.
Meanwhile, Think's face went pale.
Ever since their disastrous defeat twenty-four years ago, the Flügel had haunted the elves' nightmares. And the very sight of the Flügel standing before her now tore open wounds she would never forget.
As fate would have it, this devil had returned.
And under such circumstances—again.
"The god-killing weapon… the Flügel. The final special individual: Jibril." Think's body tensed to a degree that was almost grotesque.
Logically, she should have taken this chance to show her ability before her new master.
But the moment she recognized Jibril, all pretense crumbled. Her body moved on instinct—hiding behind Arthur.
It wasn't mere fear. The moment she saw Jibril, she knew that given her current ability, she could never escape alive. She had rehearsed countless scenarios in her mind, but in every one, survival required relying on someone stronger.
Embarrassing, yes. But the correct choice.
"Ah… so she's the one from twenty-four years ago—" Arthur murmured in sudden realization.
Jibril tilted her head, her reaction strangely exaggerated. "Huh? Could it be that we've met? Sorry, I have no memory of you at all."
She tapped her lips thoughtfully with a finger, as though searching her memories.
Truly… she had destroyed the elven capital herself and even hunted Think down, yet she remembered nothing. Or perhaps she did remember but deemed Think so insignificant, so unthreatening, that she wasn't worth recalling.
She had the power to justify such arrogance, certainly. But the disdain was no less crushing for it.
How arrogant could the Flügel possibly be?
The more she flaunted it, the more Arthur's dissatisfaction grew.
"I like arrogant types," Arthur said with a cold smile. "They're often the easiest to deal with. But I despise people like you—so arrogant you don't even bother acknowledging others. Just looking at you upsets me. I can't wait to see the moment that arrogance on your face collapses."
In an instant, the [Royal Court of the Eternal Overlord] spread across the mansion again.
The space inside expanded infinitely, surging like a storm, tearing the interior apart only to reconstruct it into a vast battlefield.
"I allow no one to be more arrogant than me. If someone dares, there are only two options: bow your proud head… or let me cut it off and trample it underfoot." Arthur lifted his head slightly, golden light and twisted shadows surging behind him.
This time, taming the elves had to be done in secret.
Which meant Jibril, having intruded here, could not be allowed to leave.
"Hm? So eager to die?" Jibril narrowed her eyes. "I only came to investigate. After all, every race has a different soul—there should be no such thing as hybrids. Yet you carry both Dragon and Deus auras. How fascinating."
Her expression shifted rapidly.
The elegant angelic girl vanished. Now her entire focus locked onto Arthur, her lips parting, a string of drool at the corner of her mouth, her eyes gleaming with perverse hunger.
"How were you born? What species are you? You must be rare indeed. To add such a beautiful head to my collection… Don't worry. I'll place it in the highest, most honored spot. I'll take excellent care of it every single day."
Ah, the pervert speaks. The air grows fouled.
Arthur's earlier impression of her as a formidable girl vanished in an instant.
No—she was nothing but a deranged pervert.
"Wait—a dragon spirit?" Think froze, then blinked in realization. "But… Master, you aren't an Old Deus… A human, I could believe. But this…"
"Well, I do carry the concept of a red dragon. But I'm no dragon spirit. Perhaps my aura is merely similar." Arthur shrugged, unconcerned. Since Jibril wasn't attacking yet, there was no harm in clarifying. "It's just a one-sided label. Nothing serious. I am human. Remember that."
Truth be told, before his talents and skills had been streamlined, Arthur's status had been full of contradictory fragments: Son of God, Red Dragon, divinity, god-king. At times, even he wasn't sure whether he still counted as human.
Jibril, of course, heard every word.
"You say such confusing things, but… I only want your head."
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