Thinking of this, Lóni's hand, which was on the side of his ear, slowly fell. He gave up the idea that had just been born to summon his fleet to come to this real battlefield.
Along with it was the hand that was on the control lever, which only needed to be gently pushed forward to make this flying ship reach that long-ear in a few breaths.
When the Ex-Machina discovered that the flying ship in front of them seemed to have given up its action, they moved again. In addition to leaving two combat bodies to block the front of the flying ship, more Ex-Machina passed this small existence and flew into the battlefield behind Lóni.
Ignoring the movements of these Ex-Machina, Lóni just turned his head back with an expression of disbelief to look at the battlefield over there and then looked at the wreckage in front of him. That long-ear had finally managed to rescue that monkey from the restraint of the roots. Lóni watched back and forth as if he refused to accept reality.
He felt like laughing, and he did laugh in a low voice, laughing until his body trembled.
He knew he was probably going to lose—his first complete and utter defeat.
Even though all races thought that the important location to decide this endless war was in the melee behind him, and even Lóni himself had that thought, it wasn't until just now that he belatedly realized that the real key to everything was actually here... How absurd was that?
The victory was not decided in the most fierce battlefield, but in this quiet corner that seemed to have nothing to do with everything.
That long-ear, that Elf, deceived everyone, and even her creator was fooled... Was it really just her?
For the first time, he really looked at the miserable monkey who was supported by the Elf, but Lóni found that he couldn't see through any of this—what kind of role did this monkey play in this game?
He slowly leaned back on his steel throne. Lóni tried his best to stretch his body that had not been relaxed for a long time. Listening to the constant crisp sounds from his body, his eyes had not left the two figures that seemed to have melted into one.
"You have to succeed... Don't lose, okay?" He breathed out a long sigh. While muttering this slowly, Lóni gently closed his eyes.
He thought that this was probably the only thing he could say.
Su'er felt a little cold.
He was pulled out of his small 'home' where he had stayed for more than ten years. Everything outside was cold. Every bit of cold wind that blew by seemed to take away not only the temperature from his body but also his life.
It was no different from his upper body. The lower part of his body, which had been wrapped for many years, also had no skin, and there was not much muscle. The only difference was probably the color... Unlike his upper body, which was exposed to the outside all year round, they were still tender and fresh red, with some unknown translucent viscous liquid on them, which was now dripping onto the ground little by little.
There was no extra time to wipe away this viscous liquid that helped to sustain his life. Think just simply wrapped a piece of cloth around Su'er. This thin cloth could not block the cold wind at all. The greatest effect it could produce was simply to cover Su'er's ugly body.
All her spirits were drained, and the pain of every single cell being pricked had not yet subsided. Think just frowned and tried to pick Su'er up, but her very careful movements were met with the man's sudden change of expression and his panicked words.
"My... stomach!!!"
Think's hand trembled for a moment, even though she still had a calm expression on her face. At the fastest speed, she suddenly tore open the cloth that was wrapped around Su'er. His skin was paler than a corpse, and under his skin, which was as thin as paper, she could even see his constantly squirming internal organs—but they were intact, and there was no blood.
"Ahaha, I'm sorry. Can you change your position a little?" He was so weak that he was almost out of breath saying these few words, but Su'er was smiling relaxedly. "Being princess-carried by you feels very embarrassing, you know?"
"..."
She didn't say anything. Think just glared at him fiercely under the man's embarrassed smile. She would not believe this reason at all. This man must have a reason that he couldn't express, but she no longer needed to ask.
Biting her lower lip, Think ached as she turned and carried Su'er on her back. His scrawny arms went around her neck and hung down in front of her chest. Along with them, his head, which was almost too weak to be held up, also rested on her shoulder.
She carefully lifted him up by his legs. The heavy body that had once made her too weak to pull and could only rely on her legs to rub against the blackened ground to move forward had now become unimaginably light.
Swaying her body, Think began to walk step by step upwards, towards the huge hollow that was created by the spreading blue flame ocean that had corroded its way here.
It was like a high slope that had already existed in her memory.
Leaning blankly on Think's back, her not-so-broad shoulders were now bearing his arms, and the incredibly familiar body scent was passing through his nose. Su'er felt as if he had returned home again, a sense of security that made him unable to not relax.
However, in the next second, the pain of his internal organs being pulled by the swaying footsteps brought him back to reality. The only thing that was warming him was the temperature from Think's back in front of him, which was soft yet hard enough.
Inexplicably, Su'er suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of satisfaction. He wanted to laugh, even though he was too weak to laugh out loud.
"...Come to think of it... I think I've carried you on my back like this before too..." Su'er slowly rubbed himself against Think's back. In a daze, he seemed to hear her heartbeat through the back of her head, which was hot and powerful. "...Now it's finally your turn to carry me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Think accidentally kicked a protruding rock under her foot and stumbled. She finally managed to regain her balance with great difficulty.
"...Shut up..." The pale-golden-haired Elf just gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words, and then she started walking upwards again.
"..."
He had no intention of making a few more jokes, or maybe he didn't have the strength to do so. Su'er fell into silence as if he had fallen asleep, until the
The deep and shallow footsteps suddenly stopped.
When she stepped onto this high slope, and when the infinitely burning sea of spirits finally appeared in front of Think, she saw the figure standing at the end.
Long pink hair that reflected a beautiful, glazed color, and blazing white wings that were wantonly spread and overflowing with spirits.
Jibril.