Finally, after stepping onto this high slope, Think looked at Jibril directly for the first time. Think even smiled at the Flügel in a seemingly relaxed manner, as if the injury she had just received and the past where the two of them always argued didn't exist.
"We can live by the sea for six months and then live in the mountains for six months. Wouldn't that be perfect?"
"Haha... I guess so..."
"Heh, you fool..."
What entered her ears were the words of the man and woman who seemed unaware of their current situation. They could still talk about easy things, but Jibril could not accept it.
From her core to her soul, it was like a blazing hot bomb, taut to the point of shattering.
"...I'm begging you... Don't go any further..."
A low voice, even begging for mercy and showing weakness. Words that had appeared from the Flügel for the first time, from the past to the present.
It was hard to imagine such words coming from the pink-haired Flügel. Both Think and Su'er looked at Jibril in surprise.
Her head was lowered, making it impossible to see her eyes. The arm that had just been raised and pierced through Think's leg was now hanging limply at her side, as if it were broken. Jibril's other hand was tightly gripping that arm, her five fingers deeply embedded, and the edges were even gripped so tightly that they turned white.
However, what she heard was still the relaxed laughter that made her tremble with hatred.
Laughter so relaxed that it didn't belong to this battlefield, or even to this world. Accompanied by these words, Think was still struggling to move forward step by step, dragging her injured thigh.
"You'll have to practice your cooking skills then... at least you have to follow the recipe..."
"Don't be a bother. Cooking is like experimenting with unknown recipes. Of course, I have to try different seasonings and record the differences every time~"
"So I won't starve to death?"
"Why would you starve to death? Isn't it interesting to look forward to what kind of delicious food I'll bring out when you're basking in the sun at the front door?"
"Wow... Just don't send me to a healer when you're done."
"Hmmph~, don't worry. I can heal myself."
"Huh?"
"..."
She couldn't bear it, she couldn't accept it. The spirits that were unconsciously scattering around Jibril were vibrating, showing her rage, an unspeakable rage.
"I SAID!! STOP!!!"
She raised her head and roared almost like a beast. Jibril's calm expression had long since disappeared. There were faint lights flashing in her amber pupils, but more dazzling than this light was another beam of light that shot out from her finger again, a beam of light that was much thicker than before.
Finally, she stopped. Think just stared blankly down at her body... There was now a hole on her smooth abdomen that was smoking with wisps of white smoke. The person on her back couldn't stop trembling. A warm and wet feeling spread from her shoulder, and what appeared at her nose across the air was the lingering smell of blood.
The beam of light had pierced through not only Think but also Su'er on her back.
The feeling of weakness that spread from the deepest part of her body. Think finally fell to the ground, and Su'er, who was on her back, also rolled off. Su'er was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, staining both him and her crimson red.
His constantly outstretched hands struggled to find a place to support himself on the ground, without even a single curse. Think just struggled to half-crawl on the ground, trying to drag Su'er up, to pull him along.
"We're almost there... We're almost there..." It wasn't sweat. Large tears were flowing from the Elf with golden-brown hair, blurring her vision.
"...Just hold on a little longer... Su'er... hold on a little longer..." Her blurred vision could only see the blue ocean in front of her. Think just desperately crawled on the ground, using her last bit of strength to drag Su'er forward.
Her skin was cut by sharp rocks, and her blood mixed with the dust to cover her entire body.
Half a meter, one meter... until she was finally aligned with Jibril, on the same straight line, and then she passed her.
For the first time, not in a state where her body had shrunk after her strength was exhausted, Jibril clearly felt something flowing down from her eyelids. She reached out her finger to touch it with a sense of feeling, and on the tip of her finger that was stained with a translucent liquid, what Jibril saw was a trace of red, like blood.
I am Jibril. I am a Flügel who serves the master. I dedicate my life to the master's victory, and what I must achieve is the master's wish. I am a weapon. All Flügel are weapons. A weapon doesn't need a heart, and a weapon doesn't have a heart.
But, why couldn't she stop shedding tears?
She slowly blinked her amber eyes. When her eyelids fell, the tears that had been restrained in her eye sockets flowed down her cheeks. Jibril's fingers lightly pinched the air. On the tip of her finger, which should have had nothing, a photograph appeared, with its edges already scorched black and most of it already yellowed.
Having been largely burned by the flame, the photo had even turned into an irregular fragment. Even the image on it was blurred due to the yellowing, and only a faint phantom could be seen.
Herself in the phantom, laughing loudly because her prank had succeeded.
Without turning around or looking back, Jibril just lightly threw the photo behind her.
The yellowed photo spun in the wind, like a butterfly, and gently landed on Su'er's chest, who was lying on the ground, being forcefully dragged by Think, and was stained with blood.
He couldn't see it, but Su'er clearly knew what it was and what had landed on him. He wanted to laugh loudly, but in the end, all that came out was blood. His life had entered its final countdown, like a few lingering flames flickering in the wind.
"...We're here, we're here... Su'er..." Think muttered excitedly as she lay on the edge closest to the sea of spirits. However, when she turned her head, she found that the man had already closed his eyes and fallen into a coma.
The tears flowing from her eyes became more and more torrential. Her blurred gaze only swept past the Flügel who was facing away from her. In the next second, Think gritted her teeth, gripped Su'er's arms with both hands, and rolled down from the edge, taking Su'er, who had already lost consciousness, with her.
Falling.
Falling towards the ocean of light, the blue sea of spirits.
The origin of all things.
She didn't feel the heat, or rather, she couldn't even feel the melting of her flesh. In this last second of seemingly infinite falling, Think, who was facing away from the sea of spirits, saw the sky ten thousand meters above. The atmosphere was swirling into a vortex, lightning was splitting the chaos, and a heavy and indifferent voice, as if it were directly echoing in the ears of everyone on this battlefield.
[Heavenly Smite]