But they themselves did not feel that there was anything wrong with this.
Because... their god, Lord War God Altesch, had recovered a little and healed some of his injuries! He laughed heartily, as if he had willingly accepted the outcome, like a true believer in the victor being king and the defeated being vanquished...
Was this not also just doing manual labor?
Even if it was begging.
When one's own god begged, it was still different from when an ordinary mortal begged.
Their own god was doing this, after all.
A crude job might not necessarily be a lowly one!
After all, Lord War God must have had some profound reason for doing this!
Fortunately, Lord War God had not perished.
The worst possible outcome had not come to pass!
Many Flügel girls who had already prepared themselves for the worst now felt as if they had suddenly found light at the end of the tunnel.
Once their moods improved, everything naturally seemed better!
To be frank!
The other races...
Whether they were Forest Spirits, Dwarves, Beastman species, or any of the other races...
They had all come into contact with the Ark's visitors, one after another, long ago. Naturally, they had undergone new changes as well.
They had known for a long time that things would turn out this way.
Therefore.
The War God's downfall.
Had not surprised them.
It was merely as if the dust had finally settled.
At long last, they had witnessed the conclusion.
As for what remained...
It was indeed just what had been agreed upon earlier. They would peacefully develop their world and then welcome the Ark!
The Ark had originally been docked in the Imaginary Space at the edge of the world.
Only afterward did it truly descend here.
The Star Cup