The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

Just as Roni Draulnir and Riku were discussing an alliance, Yotsuba Mahiro had already left the reception hall.

Now, there was only one matter left for him to handle in this world—

"Yo, dear prisoners. Have you been doing well lately?"

He arrived at a cavern where the young Flügel, who had yet to recover their powers, were being held.

Although the Spirit Circuits had been completely restored, according to Jibril, it would still take them fifty years to recover their strength without the use of spells.

Upon hearing his voice, the Flügel raised their heads to look at him as though they were machines.

Their once-brilliant, lively eyes now held nothing but lifeless gray, like salted fish that had lost all their dreams.

To them, Artosh had been everything.

With Artosh dead, they were merely weapons that had lost their master. What meaning was there in continuing to cling to life?

They would rather follow their master into death.

This was the consensus shared by every Flügel except Jibril.

Among them, Azriel, the first unit, met his gaze. Like the other Flügel, her eyes were vacant, and her heterochromatic pupils had long since lost their focus.

Though she was looking directly at him, it was as if she were staring into empty space.

"For what purpose hast thou come...? Has the time finally arrived for thee to send us on our way, to accompany our master?"

Azriel spoke with a numb expression.

The Flügel were an immortal race, and death had always been a vague concept to them. On top of that, they had watched Artosh perish before their eyes while being powerless to do anything, leaving them with nothing but the will to die.

Even Azriel, their eldest sister, was no exception.

"Master, this looks really bad. What