"I mean, is there a chance that Finandel—the short-haired angel down there—is actually a bird person?"
Standing atop Cloak, Su Ming watched the angels below attempt all sorts of ways to put out the fire. But White Phosphorus Incendiary Bombs were not so easily extinguished. Their futile efforts made him want to laugh, though he suppressed his amusement as he spoke to Oshtur:
"Maybe before she was exiled from Hevenheim, some angel stole a bird person's child? Because it's hard for me to imagine how the social environment here could possibly raise a warrior who pursues fairness and justice. It'd be as unbelievable as the Sea Dragon King hopping out of a mud pit."
"Impossible. My City of Sephiroth is flawless in its defenses. No thief could possibly sneak in."
The Goddess's expression did not change as she immediately began stubbornly denying it.
In truth, she knew that angels and bird people looked exactly alike. If the former disguised themselves as the latter, infiltrating Akamat would be absurdly easy.
"I know about the defensive hardware too. The supreme secret art that no human Mage can master—Oshtur's Mystic Arrows." Su Ming made a joke, then shook his head and added, "But what about the software? Does anyone among your bird person followers know how to identify an angel thief? I doubt it."
The walls of the City of Sephiroth were covered in Oshtur's Mystic Arrows. It sounded like some advanced spell at first, but they were really just enchanted repeating ballistae.
Ordinary human Mages usually knew neither carpentry nor bowmaking. If they wanted to make Oshtur's Mystic Arrows, they would generally get stuck at the step of making the bowstrings. That was why it was said that "no human Mage could master it."
When Mages borrowed power from the Vishanti, they