The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

Even if that was possible, Artosh had tolerated Jibril's rampages and her disrespect toward him. So what would betrayal even matter?

Was it indulgence?

No. It was precisely because Jibril had grown from the weakest into someone second only to Azriel that Artosh had tolerated all of it.

Just like the Flügel proverb—

[What one desires, kill and seize it; it is no different from a gift from heaven.]

This was everything Artosh had bestowed upon Jibril, the "extra individual."

Jibril understood this perfectly well, which was why she said these seniors were too stubborn and far too stuck in the past.

"So, what is your choice? Will you submit, or perish here?" His gaze swept across the thousand Flügel present as he continued, "You crave bloodshed. You crave war... If Artosh could grant those things to you, then so can I.

Not only that, I will allow you to avenge your former master and continue carrying out your duty as Flügel—slaying your master.

If you don't believe me, I can restore your power right now and let you challenge me first. How about it?"

As far as he was concerned, he already had one grudge-holding Chlammy Zell. A few more Flügel would make little difference.

He was already in a situation where more debts did not weigh him down.

After all, tending one sheep was tending, and tending a flock was still tending. He might as well take them all in.

Besides, there was one thing he had lied about.

He was actually quite tempted by these Flügel. Not only were they stunningly beautiful, they were also incredibly strong. If he had them in his grasp and slightly nurtured and modified their formulas, it felt like he could declare war on the Three Thousand Worlds.

"...I have one last