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

Realizing she had been discovered, Raphael casually fluttered the wings that were far too small to keep her body afloat by aerodynamic standards and drifted over to a young man who had just greeted the God of War.

"The word 'tempting' isn't very suitable for men."

The young man, who hugged the Divine Key known as Ksitigarbha's Soul as he silently infiltrated the battleships of the Spirit Race and Goblin Race, while attempting to invade the minds of the Forest Spirit Race and Goblin Race, corrected the inappropriate adjective used by a retainer of the God of War who coveted his head.

"Then I truly apologize. I'll try using a different adjective."

The Winged Species girl who dearly wanted the head of this otherworldly visitor decided to chat with her prey first. She sat down and awkwardly struck up a conversation with him.

"Could you tell me what you're looking at?"

Following her prey's gaze, Raphael naturally spotted the Forest Spirit Race and Goblin Race engaged in their usual vicious bickering. She truly did not find it worth watching, but she forced herself to make small talk anyway.

"If an ordinary person asked me that, I wouldn't answer. But since this young lady is so cute, I'll explain."

Clearly much better at flirting than Raphael, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a finger toward those races dressed in outfits that were truly rather suggestive.

"I'm happy to be praised like that." The Winged Species girl, who did not feel happy in the slightest because of his flattery, said pretentiously.

Raphael truly was a very beautiful woman.

She possessed exquisite features and long, flowing hair that began at her waist and emitted a faint glow. Despite the windless surroundings, it continued to flutter. Whenever her hair swayed, it