"Huh?" Su'er made a confused sound.
Compared to his worry about the possible changes in Jibril, his heart was now filled with more doubt... doubt about Think's inexplicable conclusion.
He even quickly recalled in his mind, asking himself, judging, and determining if there was really such a thing—
Su'er had a huge curiosity about the other world.
Magic, sword skills, novel races, and the gorgeous special effects that seemed to overwhelm the world carried all the fantasies of his previous life.
Even though he could not use magic due to his own limitations, the races that could use magic showed more of a war with each other's equivalent, but... he could at least look, right?
He had no time to think about these things because of the difficult survival before. Now that he finally had the opportunity to realize it, how could he refuse such a temptation?
This was something that happened in the past two years.
"Wonder?"
Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the roof of the wooden house, Jibril repeated this word.
"Ah, it's roughly those very spectacular buildings. Uh, landscapes formed by the great power of nature in a certain corner of the world also count. It's probably a kind of very precious or rare thing, uh, for example, the top of the world's highest mountain... Can you understand what I'm saying?" Su'er tried his best to describe his request, trying to be as clear as possible.
"So it's something that is worthy of being a collection, but can only be left behind because it's inconvenient to move, right?"
"Ah, yes, yes! That's it!" Su'er snapped his fingers and said.
Great, this smart Flügel understood everything.
"No problem!" Jibril nodded decisively, "Should we leave now?"
"Ah, wait a moment. I'll go get the camera I made last time, and... Think?" Su'er pushed open the door and looked inside, raising his voice and shouting, "Do you want to go out and play together?"
Think's tightly closed door slightly opened a crack without any wind.
"Where? Will Miss Monster go?"
"There's no specific destination, probably just some places that look spectacular. As for Jibril... uh, she'll take us there with her spatial magic..." Su'er stammered, his voice getting slower and slower.
Bang!
Almost the moment he finished speaking, Think's door, which had just been opened, was closed forcefully. There was no reply, but the meaning of refusal was already very obvious.
"Hehehehe, that weed won't rely on my magic, you know?" Watching the good show, Jibril leaned down from the roof upside down and said with a strange smile.
She clearly flipped Mr. Newton's coffin lid. Although she was completely upside down, Jibril's hair still spread upwards against gravity.
"Ah, there's nothing we can do..." Su'er sighed a long sigh.
The relationship between Think and Jibril was really not good. It was a bit too much to ask that proud Elf to rely on the Flügel's magic to go out and play.
"Let's go!" Su'er said decisively, no longer dwelling on this issue, and taking his things.
"Oh~~~"
Cold!
Every breath felt like he was prying open his shriveled lungs with a crowbar. The chill spread from his throat and nose to every single capillary.
"How is it? Do you want me to raise the temperature a little more?" Jibril looked at Su'er, who was shivering and trembling from the cold, with a strange expression, and was really a bit speechless.
"C-c-c-couldn't... couldn't be n-n-n-n-needed," Even though every word he said was clashing with each other and his teeth were chattering nonstop, Su'er still insisted on not raising the temperature around his body.
For the sake of convenience, the incessant chattering sounds in this man's every sentence will be omitted for now.
"Is this the highest point in this world?" Su'er sniffed hard and couldn't help but admire it.
Even though the entire world was a desolate wasteland due to the endless war, as long as you stood high enough and had a wide enough view, you could appreciate another kind of beauty - the red sky above, as if the endless boundary disappeared at the farthest end. Except for the mountain peak under his feet, everything in his sight turned into toys on a chessboard.
Magnificent.
"...Aside from Avant Heim, a nation built in the air, this is indeed the highest point of the land. But are you really suitable to be sentimental about these things now? I'm serious. If you don't raise the temperature, you'll freeze to death here, right?" Jibril, who rarely felt speechless, said with a hollow look in her eyes, "If I were to bring a dead you back, that weed would probably fight me, right? Well~, not that I'm afraid of it."
"No, no, no, it'll be fine here soon," Su'er sniffed hard and quickly waved his hand to refuse, "Besides, if it's warm at such a high place, wouldn't that feeling be missing? The highest peak in the world should taste like this!"
This man had a strange obsession with strange things.
"Anyway, help me take a picture first!" He made a decisive decision. Although he was saying beautiful things, this man still chose to take a picture and then quickly run away.
Click.
Run away!
Other than the Old Deus, there was no other race in this world that could surpass the Flügel in terms of space manipulation. If it were in a peaceful world, the Flügel could become everyone's father just by this extremely convenient magic.
At the very least, Su'er now really had the urge to bow to Jibril.
"Ah~, I'm alive again~~" He let out a deep sigh. The temperature around him suddenly switched from cold to not cold enough to make Su'er feel his skin heating up.
He couldn't hope for warmth. Unless he returned to the ruins with the little sun, the word 'warm' would not be associated with the outside world at all.
"So where is this?"
"In the nest of a Demon Race~"
"De-?!"
!!!
The pink-haired loli spoke in a light and airy tone, without any sense of tension, which was a stark contrast to him.
All the questions in his mind turned into shock in the blink of an eye, and it didn't take long for it to turn into fear. Like a chicken being choked, Su'er's eyes were bulging so much that they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his lips were tightly pursed.
He had already heard the rustling sound of friction against rocks and soil, and the slow and heavy breathing. A hot airflow was rising from under his feet.