When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

It started to feel funny, but then Yong Ye smiled bitterly and rubbed her head a little harder. Jibril, however, took his hand off casually, and just smiled smugly at his prompt.

"Hmph~ Hygiene? The Flügel are the cleanest and most holy of all races. Just a drop of saliva can purify the vampires~"

"There's nothing to be proud of, right? I'm talking about behavior, not the amount of your soul."

For Jibril, Yongye feels like facing a willful and eccentric girl next door. If possible, he doesn't want to fight against Jibril, but from a standpoint...

"Jibril, if we meet now, you..."

"Then don't hesitate to go. It's a battlefield where life and death fight and sharpen the soul, but the place where the Flügel and Lord Artixu yearn most, as a Flügel's merciful man, and being merciful by his men, can't do it."

Without waiting for Yongye to speak, Jibril interrupted him, saying so of course, and this is not a matter of personal will, but the collective will of the Flügel must be like this.

More than ten years ago, Azrael wanted to stop the stubborn Jibril from challenging the dragon and doing something that was almost suicidal in the eyes of others. Later, because of the battle, Jibril might be irreversibly damaged or even killed. Only she could defeat her, so she decided to give up on stopping Jibril.

It's just... Their creator happily asked her to fight, to carry out cannibalism within the race. From this, you can find out why this race has become like this. Even if they don't want to fight them, the **** of war, Artesius, will order them to fight. go down.

In the face of Jibril's answer, Yong Ye was helpless, not knowing what to say, and fell into trouble again.

"Speaking of which... what do you mean by saying that all of a sudden? Why do you bring up this issue?"

"this……"

Facing Jibril, who was hanging in the air with her cheeks on her back, waiting for her answer in a hurry, Yong Ye couldn't answer this question well, but answered with a wry smile.

"...No matter what the reason, we really can't reach a consensus. Although you think so, but...I don't want to fight with you."

"Contempt? Think I'm not qualified?"

At this answer, Jibril naturally became angry and stared at Yongye.

"...Your reading comprehension ability is really perfect, how could I possibly mean that?"

"otherwise?"

"What's so strange about not wanting to fight with the people around you?"

"It's weird."

The members of this group of Flügel are all girls. Unfortunately, they were created by the God of War, but they are a bit irritable. It is not uncommon to quarrel and duel over trivial matters. Therefore, although Jibril knows the concept of Yongye, it is not very understand.

She looked up at Yong Ye and stared into his eyes, but unexpectedly found that she didn't hate this, and it was easy to be regarded as cowardly within the Flügel.

And Yong Ye just patted her head helplessly, Jibril helped him a lot, and she wanted to say it... This behavior is really embarrassing for him now.

"...I personally don't like this aspect very much. Don't think about this aspect for the time being. The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and it will be a headache when the time comes."

"Is that so? So now can I ask an unrelated question?"

"what?"

"What is the relationship between Shinco Nierbalien and you, the eightfold magician among the hillbillies living in the forest?"

"...This contemptuous statement is really nostalgic..."

Jibril said with disgust from the bottom of her heart, but this statement reminded Yong Ye of the attitude of Xin Ke when she said that goblin seeds were "multicellular creatures inferior to fungi" many years ago, and the same contempt and disgust, Should it be said that it is indeed a race that hates each other?

Seeing Yong Ye's self-remembering the past, Jibril didn't know why, although she didn't know why or why, she felt very unhappy, so she quietly floated to Yong Ye.

"... Put aside what you miss, can't you say what your relationship is?"

"No... It's not so easy to say that it's not so easy to say."

"It doesn't matter, I can listen to you slowly."

"...It's not a question of speed."

"what is that?"

Jibril asked with a very sweet smile, but her smile was sweet, but her eyes were terrifying.

"...Succinctly speaking, the child who lived with me for a while after you returned to the sky... Well, that's probably what it is?"

"Although I don't know why, but that forest country bumpkin with long ears makes me feel very unhappy, please wait a moment, I'll go and eliminate the long ears that get in the way, and I'll be back soon."

Just after Yong Ye's words were finished, Jibril's wings behind the smiling Jibril quickly expanded and fully unfolded, and the halo on her head also turned at a high speed for a while, which was clearly intended to activate long-distance space movement.

"Wait! Calm down! What are you doing?!"

Just before Jibril was about to disappear, Yongye grabbed her hand.

Immediately after that... With the sound of glass breaking, Yong Ye and Jibril disappeared together and arrived at the blockade of the space ability outside the forest elves.

Jibril took Eternal Night to infiltrate the inner side of the elves' front, and flew supersonic in the direction of the capital of the elves, no... to be precise, it should be hypersonic flight.

What Yong Ye said could undoubtedly not be heard, because the speed was too fast, and the voice could not catch up at all, so that Yong Ye in this weak period could only hug Jibril's waist to ensure that he would not be thrown off by her.

A normal human being, if there is no protective measures to carry out this kind of flight, even if Jibril isolates the heat barrier from the outside with the spirit, it will die directly and can no longer die.

However, even if Yong Ye is weak, he can still hold Jibril firmly, but if he accidentally lets go, he will definitely fly out, and now that the words can't convey, he is quite depressed, and he doesn't know how to stop this boiling point. Pretty low Jibril.

But... In fact, Yong Ye didn't know that Jibril had calmed down when she wanted to teleport in space, but... she found that it seemed to be pretty good.

Isn't that what skin-to-skin love is all about? And you don't need her to take the initiative to hold her forever, a perfect skin-to-skin kiss!

"Hey hey hey~~!"

In the place where Yong Ye couldn't see, Jibril's face was full of smug smiles, obviously she was quite complacent for her act of killing two birds with one stone.

Yes, killing two birds with one stone, she felt that it was necessary to take a look at the woman who appeared behind her, as if taking advantage of it, but unfortunately...

When they arrived at the outskirts of the new capital of the elves, Jibril did not find Xinke. Xinke's place of residence had already been replaced by a new one. It seemed that she went to the interior of the new capital, but Jibril was not stupid enough to rush. Entering the well-defended capital of the forest elves, she could only let Yong Ye hold her again and return through the space blockade.

Jibril's unsuccessful return made Yong Ye heave a sigh of relief. The words and measures she had thought of earlier could be put on hold for the time being, but Jibril seemed regretful, feeling a little gloomy, pouting her lips and looking listless.

Regarding the question from a while ago: people who would feel unacceptable if they died.

---Not before, but now. Yong Ye's answer made Jibril anxious every time she thought about it, and she felt very annoyed for no reason.

She wondered if that person was Xinke, and at the same time she found herself envious and jealous.

The desire to be embraced, the desire to be held, the desire to touch and be close is the biological instinct that desires love and belonging, acceptance and trust.

I hope to experience and enjoy the feeling of safety and comfort brought by hugs and skin-to-skin contact without any worries. This is what everyone, even every intelligent life, even animals long for.

In general, the need for security and close attachment is something that life instinctively pursues throughout life, like a baby who has just started to talk and whose mother will cry if she is away for too long.

At the beginning of the Flügel's design, there was no such feeling, but... just like the Ex-Machina can develop feelings, the Flügel itself also has such feelings, and Azrael's situation towards her is the most obvious. A situation in which she now also develops a need for security and a close attachment relationship.