· Jibril!

Creak!

The library's heavy doors slowly opened, and a faint breeze carrying the scent of books welled out from within, lifting Lu Qiming's hair. He raised his head and looked at the rows of shelves ahead, each packed full of books. With a soft smile, Lu Qiming walked straight inside. Since the master had already extended an invitation, what reason did he have not to keep the appointment?

In the slightly dim passage, only Lu Qiming's low footsteps sounded. At the end of the corridor, golden sunlight shone down upon a throne. In midair, a pair of golden eyes, gleaming with an indescribable brilliance, looked down at Lu Qiming below. A pair of pink wings spread from her waist. Her perfect body was dressed in somewhat risqué clothing, and her long pink hair drifted slowly behind her.

Smack!

"My name is Jibril, unknown racial existence. What brings you here?"

Jibril slowly landed in front of Lu Qiming, her golden eyes filled with endless thirst for knowledge. Earlier, she had discovered Lu Qiming flying in from afar with the Blank siblings. The instant she noticed the strange aura on Lu Qiming, Jibril became deeply interested in this existence she had never seen before.

So when she sensed Lu Qiming entering Elchea, she did not hesitate to release her own aura and draw him here. But in truth, even if Jibril had not done that, Lu Qiming would have come looking for her anyway.

"My name is Lu Qiming. Also, I'm not some unknown existence. I'm a pure-blooded human!"

Lu Qiming looked at Jibril, who seemed as if she could not wait to dissect him, and smiled softly. As a Flügel created last by the War God Artosh in the final stages of the Great War, she possessed power that other Flügel