Campione.
Upon hearing that simple word, Riku still wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but Jibril, whose eyes sparkled, had none of his reservations.
An excited flush immediately rose over her fair face. Clasping her hands before her chest, she asked expectantly.
"No wonder you came to Imanity's territory. So you wanted to kill the God of Victory?"
Jibril asked in some confusion, "But if you simply wanted an Old Deus as prey, wouldn't the gods of the Elves and Dwarves be more convenient choices? Whatever else he may be, the God of Victory is a powerful being who made Lord Artosh leave his throne room. Compared to him, wouldn't those two Old Deus make more suitable prey?"
Even with the Flügel's renowned arrogance, few were as brazen as Jibril in treating the Old Deus as lambs awaiting slaughter.
Kurone covered her cheeks, red with tension and unease, barely daring to breathe. This sort of thing was still far beyond her.
But although she said nothing, she kept grumbling inwardly.
They were actually talking about hunting Old Deus...
If these two weren't so powerful that they feared nothing, they had to be plain idiots.
Besides, Imanity was technically still within the God of Victory's sphere of influence. Speaking so freely in front of her and Riku-from the looks of things, they would be silenced whether they joined the conversation or not...
"If the Divine Core alone were my goal, you would be right."
Roland glanced at Jibril and shook his head lightly. "But to become a Campione, I have to seek him out."
"Campione? Is that another unknown concept from the Otherworld?"
Jibril was gradually realizing that the word was not simply a noun, but referred to a particular identity.
A feverish gleam appeared on her face. She squirmed against