Not a Single Flugel Has a Normal Brain (Continued)

After finishing a meat skewer, Riku pondered for a long while, feeling as though he had become a spectator. Finding that there was seemingly nothing for him to do, he decided to go back and check on the horses and the free-range cattle and sheep.

And then...

"Where's my horse?! Where's my huge horse?!"

While someone was about to enter into a marital relationship, the city upon Abente Heim was in utter chaos.

"Meow~, Little Ji, are you really going to have children for that demigod?! Meow~"

Despite possessing the strongest base attributes, Azriel held no status whatsoever among the Winged Species. She clung to a girl who had just completed her self-adjustment, weeping bitterly.

"What's wrong with that?"

The Winged Species girl who had completed her self-adjustment with the War God's tacit approval looked at the person clinging to her waist like a sloth hugging a tree, absolutely refusing to let her fly away, with utter disdain.

"I don't want Little Ji to leave me, meow~"

Though Azriel had been a cold-blooded weapon of war before Little Ji was born, she now held Raphael with tear-filled eyes, just like Aqua holding Kazuma.

"Senior Azriel, please let go of me." Wearing the same expression Satou Kazuma had when Aqua hugged him, Raphael began considering whether to use Heavenly Strike.

"Meow~, isn't that guy only a tiny bit outstanding? Meow~"

Having recently given some thought to the traits someone had displayed and reluctantly admitted that the demigod was indeed exceptional, Azriel vigorously shook her youngest sister by the shoulders.

"Shouldn't something like love be considered only after at least thirty thousand years? You've only known each other for a few days, Little Ji. How did you just give yourself away like that, meow?!"

Looking at Azriel, who was probably the