Arrived in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

Returning to the Hall of the Jade Throne, Raphael folded her wings and put away her halo before slowly kneeling before the man seated upon the supreme throne, his muscles as powerful as rock.

"Raphael, did you come here because you had something to ask me?"

Arteshu, the creator of the Winged Species, looked at this follower with interest. Though she was incomplete, she suited his tastes better than any other Winged Species.

"My master, can you tell me how I can become stronger in a short time?"

After using Heavenly Strike on someone and failing to inflict even the slightest damage, she had instead reverted to her child form and been treated like a pet by some scumbag, who had spent half the day stroking her wings. Recalling that humiliating time, the girl desperately wanted the power to pound that person into the ground.

"...I see. Hahaha, I see. So you met that guy."

As though he had deduced something, Arteshu smiled meaningfully.

Just as Li Zihan had said, the God of War and most Winged Species knew him. Only an oblivious fool like her, who had spent so long away from home, did not know of his existence.

"Can you teach me how to fight that guy?"

Wanting to wash away her shame after growing stronger, Raphael continued to plead with the God of War.

"I am sorry, Raphael. I have ways to improve your performance, but I do not have the means to grant you the power to defeat him."

A fierce, impassioned smile appeared on the giant seated upon the steel throne. Ever since defeating the strongest Dragon, this god had lazily sat upon his throne, propping his cheek with one hand in boredom. Now, he rarely revealed his fighting spirit.

"After all, he is an