Now Out of Contact in the Type-Moon World

"Could you ask your people whether they would acknowledge a second 'God of War' if one appeared in this world?"

"You must be joking. War is Lord Arteshu's concept and divine essence. A second 'God of War' cannot exist."

Hearing words from someone that clearly did not conform to this world's understanding, Raphael bluntly pointed out the issue.

"I mean, what if a second 'God of War' did appear?" The young man seemed not to have heard Raphael's words as he continued asking.

"Lord Arteshu would surely be delighted to kill that false 'God of War.'"

The Winged Species, who had some understanding of just how battle-hungry her creator was, stated this with certainty.

"What if the newborn God of War cut off Arteshu's head?"

Li Zihan's words made Raphael's expression change slightly. She carefully observed the aura around the demigod before her and suddenly realized that he bore a certain resemblance to the God of War.

An exceedingly bold answer arose in Raphael's heart, and she blurted it out despite herself.

"Are you the God of War from another world?"

"Half right, I suppose."

The demigod of steel, whose essence was closely tied to war yet somewhat different from it, smiled.

"If I kill Arteshu in the coming battle, will your people swear allegiance to me?"

"That is impossible."

Knowing perfectly well how loyal her kin were to their creator, Arteshu, Raphael gave her answer almost without hesitation.

"Looks like trying to pick up the leftovers will be pretty difficult."

If everything went according to plan, the young man would soon fully advance from a demigod into a Divine Spirit Race. He was troubled, since he did not particularly want to go through all the trouble of creating a subordinate race of his own.

He thought highly of the