It was like a box that was stuffed with things far Ex-Machinaing its capacity, and the chains that bound the lid were finally stretched to their breaking point. The contents of the box gushed out like a geyser, and things of all sizes were even thrown hundreds of meters away.
Looking around, all that remained in sight were a few scattered fragments of wreckage. The rest had been turned to ash in this war that had just ended, completely disappearing from this world.
The distant sixth blessing?
Jibril recalled her memory of choosing to leave Su'er's side and not returning. To what extent had that Elf weed's defensive incantations, which she was so proud of, been strengthened?
Unfortunately, under such an intense war, that small wooden house that was swaying in the storm was ultimately completely destroyed by the energy born from the Divine Core Bomb that Azril could not completely suppress.
But even so, it was already good enough. At least, when she turned over the hot rocks and the various items that were piled up in the room, Jibril could still see some familiar things... That weed still had some skills after all.
Jibril wanted to think so easily, but after trying a few times, she found that her mood at this moment could not be excited after all. The nerves that were overheated from the atmosphere of slaughter and war during the battle had quietly left her at some point.
At least when she saw the mess of ruins in front of her, she could not convince herself to be happy.
She didn't even use magic. Jibril just used one hand to lift the log that was lying across the ruins. These remains that once belonged to the wooden house were now quietly burning with an orange-red flame, crackling. And with Jibril's sudden movement, the log she lifted broke in the middle with a crackling sound of burning and rolled to the side with a thud.
Not caring about this change, Jibril even walked eagerly into these ruins. Her boots made a crunching sound as they stepped on the ashes from the fire. Apart from the Elves that were still lingering and bore the mark of her own incantations, she could accurately distinguish who this room, which barely maintained its general shape, belonged to.
In that wooden house, only one person's room could be said to be the safest and most secure place in the entire house.
The crescent-shaped ornaments that were used for decoration on the ceiling only had a few shiny silver pieces half-buried in the ashes. The light blue quilt had been burned into a lump of curled-up charcoal. Stepping over these flames that emitted a pungent smell, Jibril quickly walked to the place where Su'er's bed head used to be.
The bedside table that Su'er loved the most, which was made of wood that emitted a mint-like scent, was now buried under ashes and dust. A burning log that had fallen from the roof happened to smash on top of it, and it was also broken and askew.
She reached out her hand and brushed away the ashes from the surface of the half-exposed cabinet. In the place where the log was pressing, Jibril saw half of an exquisitely patterned frame. She pulled it out from under the log with almost no effort.
She threw the broken frame to the side and stared at the photo in her hand. It had been scorched and curled up from the heat of the fire. More than half of it was charred to carbonization. It would break and fall off with just a light touch of a finger.
She could no longer even see the entire photo. The yellowed corrosion was about to spread over the entire thing. But even so, Jibril could still see the image on the photo, half from the physical object and half from her memory.
A pure white world, surrounded by blue and white smoke. A giant, irregularly shaped crystal-like rock floating in mid-air. And that face that had opened its mouth wide and was screaming in panic from the sudden fall from the sky. Her eyes were filled with panic and fear, and... her own self, who was enjoying the pleasure of the prank, laughing wildly, and even holding onto the man's arm tightly to make him stay still.
Only fragments were left.
She pursed her lips and remained silent. Jibril stood there quietly, staring at the incomplete photo on her fingertip, as if she had turned into a stone statue. For a while, the only sounds in this ruin were the crackling of burning wood and the wind that never stopped.
After an unknown amount of time, Jibril was suddenly startled by a familiar spatial fluctuation. Following that was a light and happy greeting.
"Jibril, Nyaa~~~"
It was undoubtedly that senior who had been clinging to her since she was created.
She finally put down her arm, and with a flip of her fingers, the photo that was so charred that it was almost unrecognizable disappeared from Jibril's fingertip—for some reason, she just didn't want anyone to know that she had something like this.
She didn't even want to hear any curiosity about it. Her body's actions were much faster than her rational thoughts.
"...Is there something, Senior Azril?" It was a greeting that was no different from her usual one. While speaking, Jibril's gaze slid over the wooden cabinet that had also started to burn. The wood that always emitted a fresh mint scent was also emitting the same scent as it burned.
It was even more concentrated.
She didn't know what kind of smell that man had said "mint" was, but if it was this smell right now, then Jibril thought... she might also like it.
In that ball of fire, many things that had now been turned into ashes were also burning... That man always liked to pile them up in a place where he could see them as soon as he opened his eyes every day...
They had turned to dust.
"Hey~~, Jibril~~, Jibril, Nyaa~~~"
This sound was too annoying to have in her ear. When Jibril came to her senses, that senior, who usually had no dignity, was about to wrap her legs around her waist, and her entire body was sticking to her.
"Jibril, Nyaa~~~, are you listening~~"
"...Is there something, Senior Azril?" Unable to stand this stickiness no matter how many times it happened, Jibril directly pierced through space and appeared in an open area on the other side, escaping from Azril's hug.
"Of course it's because of that piece of scrap metal, Nyaa!" Although her body had not degenerated into a little girl's form due to weakness, Azril was shouting with her hands on her hips like a childish kid. She was already used to Jibril's evasion and resistance. Such a small thing would not hurt her at all.
"That's a super, super, super, super rare head that can rival the head of a Dragon, Nyaa! Because of your action, Jibril, she got away!"
Just thinking about this, Azril felt like she was about to cry. Her voice even had a hint of a crying tone.