She didn't look very tall and was wearing the cool, characteristic Elf attire, but it wasn't as cool as what Think had worn, nor was it the white robe that male Elves wore. Just from her appearance, Su'er saw a cute Elf girl.
Nina Clive. This was the name of this Elf. She was also trusted by Think and was her loyal agent who handled various matters and won over others on the Elf side. According to Think, Nina met with the Forest God, Kainath, every day with fear and trembling, which could be said to have completely risked her life.
So, Su'er showed her a friendly smile.
Nina's tightly-pulled face faltered a bit under Su'er's smile. Although it seemed very difficult, she still managed to smile back.
"Didn't I say? You're the Flower Crown Lord now, Nina~, Think Nilvalen is still in a missing state," Think stood up without any tension and walked towards the door. She continued, "If you're not the Flower Crown Lord, then wouldn't all the effort I put into helping you write the thesis and pushing you to the top be for nothing?"
"...In my heart, only you are worthy of the title of Flower Crown Lord. How dare I claim such a thing," Nina replied without lifting her head.
Think was already used to her reaction. She just patted Nina's shoulder to signal for her to leave first and that she would follow later. She then stared blankly for a moment in the direction Nina left and then turned to look at Su'er.
He was also looking at her.
"Well... goodbye?" Think said after thinking for a moment, "Don't worry, be a little more patient. We'll be there soon."
"Ah, I know. Go ahead. I'll leave things over there to you," Su'er nodded in response, "Goodbye."
They affectionately said their goodbyes, but Think remained still, watching Su'er, until he tilted his head in confusion.
"...I don't know why, but when I say and hear the word goodbye, it feels very uncomfortable... in my heart," Think suddenly sighed for a long time, "It feels like a piece has been forcibly dug out, and it hurts a little."
"Pfft..." Su'er couldn't help but chuckle, and his body even trembled slightly from laughing.
"I think—that might be love?" Su'er said with a smile, meeting Think's increasingly dangerous gaze.
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"I see," Think nodded earnestly and muttered something thoughtfully.
When Su'er had no premonition and everything was without a sign, Think suddenly said, "I love you."
"...Ah, I love you too," After a moment of stunned silence, Su'er slowly and softly replied.
Without saying anything more, the pale-golden-haired Elf just raised her hand and casually waved it before turning to leave. The flying ends of her hair drew a semicircle in the air, and her footsteps gradually disappeared down the corridor.
Apart from the constant sound of gurgling water, the most central part of the Elf flagship was once again quiet, but Su'er didn't feel lonely at all.
"...She's a really good girl... Don't you think?"
Suddenly, Su'er broke the silence as if he were talking to an nonexistent person in the void. His eyes were unfocused as he watched everything in front of him. Although the world reflected in his pupils was no different from the real world, Su'er seemed to see invisible things that did not exist in the world from here.
It was not a hallucination. Even though only he could see it, Su'er was absolutely certain that a chorus of overlapping voices echoed in his heart—voices of congratulations, voices of envy...
Among them were the voices of Lenny and Credo, and the voices of countless people who had sacrificed themselves and could no longer be seen in the real world. They were congratulating Su'er on having such a wonderful wife and cheering for the smooth progress of the plan.
This was a noisy clamor from the sea of his heart, a clamor that would never feel lonely, but Su'er smiled sadly.
Just because such a clamor was only because he wanted to hear it.
How would later generations record this war?
If this planet still had a future and could develop a culture other than war in a time of peace.
A time when knowledge and power would not be used to kill each other.
The constant explosions and falling fire had already numbed Su'er. They were like breathing and had even become an instinctive part of this world, necessary and something he had to get used to.
Su'er once saw a saying that in the space age after leaving the planet, wars in the vast and silent space were indifferent. There was no air, no sound, and no temperature. Every blossoming spark meant the passing of a life, but it was difficult to have a clear enough understanding of such a thing.
For you, it was just pressing a button, or just a breath. There was no blood or screaming. All you could catch was a tiny spark, and the time it took to disappear was extremely short—at least in this war, Su'er truly felt this coldness, even though this war didn't even leave the planet.
All the races seemed to have a vague premonition in their hearts that the winner of this great war that had lasted for countless years would be born after this battle, and it was this premonition that drove them to put all their strength into it.
The battlefield covered most of the southern part of the entire continent. The falling ships and the sparks from explosions, and the huge energy that gathered and became intense, these scraps of war were burning the outside air, making the wind that blew continuously across the continent scorching hot.
And those spirits, the ones that used their power by obeying the restraint of magic, and the ones that were forcibly killed and released their power, their very existence and the spirit remains after their death should have formed a storm of death that would make any creature fear it when they reached a certain level. However, this omen of death that had made the past Su'er and the entire Imanity settlement so fearful was torn apart by the strong individuals flying high in the sky the moment it was born.
The last protest and struggle of the spirits were just a joke.
Not long after the Elf Alliance and the Dwarf Alliance officially started their fire exchange, the Flügel from the north also joined in without any hesitation. The Flügel, whose brains were never related to the word "restraint," instantly raised the intensity of the war to the highest level.
Compared to the Elves and Dwarfs who had a purpose, they seemed to be simply enjoying such a war.