Arrived in the Type-Moon World, Now Out of Contact

"Demigod from another world, where did you learn of these things?"

The God of War's voice fell upon human ears like a heavy hammer striking a longsword, carrying a majestic authority that even heavenly gods could scarcely possess.

"Is something like that important?" The smiling youth chuckled. "Or rather, would you care about it?"

The strongest god in this world remained silent. The visitor's intentions were already clear—he would challenge him in the near future. Understanding this, a trace of contemplation flickered across the God of War's resolute face.

Compared to a powerful enemy who might appear in the future and bring about his defeat, such matters truly were not worth caring about.

"Indeed, it is unimportant."

Hearing those words, the expressions of the Winged Species standing in the great hall changed. They had never imagined that Lord Arteshu would seek defeat after a battle fought with all his strength. With their worldview twisted beyond recognition, they looked at one another, exchanging their understanding through their eyes.

As the number one individual, Azriel looked toward the vacant place beside her, the place that belonged to the final individual, and suddenly understood why the God of War favored the imperfect final individual, Raphael.

Raphael was the only one among her sisters who wished to challenge her creator. If what the God of War anticipated was defeat, then the reason for that favoritism was obvious.

"Could you give me some time to deal with a few matters?"

Although there were simpler ways to obtain the Star Cup, the demigod, intrigued by the essence of the God of War, smiled lightly at that peerless being.

"After all, gathering enough power to fight you to the death is quite difficult."

The God of War, who looked forward to a battle in which both sides