Accompanied by Jibril's sigh, the Flügel lolis didn't feel humiliated but rather brightened up.
Azriel directly dropped her weapon and eagerly approached Ryuga.
"Ryuga-sama, do you mean you're willing to revive Artosh-sama?"
Other Flügel also immediately revealed hopeful eyes. Based on their understanding of Ryuga, he didn't seem to have the habit of completely exterminating simple enemies.
Though saying this somewhat belittled their Creator, to Ryuga, Artosh was closer to an obstacle than a mortal enemy.
Even the Forge God Ocain could be revived—Artosh should be fine too, right?
Facing such pleading eyes, Ryuga glanced at Jibril.
Jibril immediately understood, snorting lightly.
"With Master's magnanimity, of course he wouldn't mind reviving Artosh-sama."
Hearing this, all Flügel grew excited.
For created beings, the Creator was often their greatest meaning for existing.
But before Azriel could cheer, Jibril crossed her arms and changed her tone:
"However, Azriel, your performance just now made Master very dissatisfied."
Hearing this, Azriel froze.
"Me?"
"That's right!"
Jibril nodded, declaring imposingly:
"Clearly Master and Artosh-sama willingly agreed to battle, and the final defeat was also a fair combat result. Yet you still showed dissatisfaction, not only ignoring Artosh-sama's final command by not submitting to Ryuga-sama, but even raising weapons against him. Do you know your behavior both violated Artosh-sama's orders and disappointed Ryuga-sama's goodwill—"
Saying this, she stepped forward and concluded:
"Azriel, you're disloyal!"
"Huh? My behavior counts as disloyalty, nya?"
The not-very-bright Azriel was immediately frightened, not only reverting from her dignified stance but directly becoming her usual foolish self.
"Though I feel something's wrong, I somehow can't refute it, nya!"
Seeing her utterly confused appearance, Jibril smiled slightly.
"That's right. It's precisely because of Azriel and your mistakes that Ryuga-sama now doesn't want to revive Artosh-sama!"
"So remember—it's not Ryuga-sama who killed Artosh-sama, but you who prevented Artosh-sama's revival!"
Though this was clearly unreasonable sophistry and victim-blaming, spoken by Jibril in such a righteous tone, it directly shocked all Flügel.
"Artosh-sama's death is my responsibility, nya?"
Like a startled rabbit, Azriel thought for two seconds, then revealed teary eyes.
"Little Ji, what should we do, nya? Is there any way to make Ryuga-sama change his mind and revive Artosh-sama, nya?"
She finally understood—whether to revive their Master God depended entirely on Ryuga's whim.
Hearing this question, Jibril's lips curved slightly.
—These idiots really are easy to hook.
"Want to revive Artosh-sama? How about showing some sincerity first?"
Jibril revealed a mischievous smile.
"How about starting with licking Ryuga-sama's feet?"
She asked this partly to bully Azriel, but mainly to test the opponent's obedience.
To her slight surprise, hearing this condition, Azriel showed not a shred of hesitation or thought, directly running to Ryuga's front. Her small body immediately knelt down, wagging a non-existent tail like a pet, looking up at Ryuga with determined eyes.
"If it'll work, forget feet—anywhere on your body is fine!"
Hearing this, other Flügel lolis also reacted, all rushing over and completely surrounding Ryuga.
"If Ryuga-sama will grant our wish, we can too!"
Moreover, these Flügel lolis weren't just talking—they directly started using their mouths.
Facing this spectacle, the pushed-aside Jibril was completely dumbfounded.
"W-wait! I haven't even done this to Master yet—how can you go first? Stop right now!"
If these thousand Flügel actually used their mouths, even one lick each would be enough to swallow Master whole.
How could such a good reward be left to these idiots?
Just as Jibril considered whether to use her authority to seize the best position, Ryuga finally acted.
After entrusting everything to Jibril, the result was being climbed on by lolis.
For those with special proclivities, this was a loli feast, but for Ryuga, this was too extreme.
If not for his clothes being protected by authority, they'd probably have been stripped off by these Flügel long ago.
"Wait!"
After pressing down on Azriel and many Flügel lolis' heads, Ryuga separated them, making them line up properly before him.
"Reviving Artosh is no problem. But before that, I need to see your value. Of course, not the value of using your mouths on me."
Saying this, he glanced at Jibril.
Jibril immediately lowered her head, hands clasped together to show remorse.
Seeing this performance, Ryuga continued:
"As long as you establish sufficient merit, I don't mind reviving Artosh and letting you repay your Creator's grace."
This was classic empty promise rhetoric.
When they could establish merit, what degree counted as sufficient merit—all decided by Ryuga.
As for when to revive Artosh, that was even more mysterious.
If Ryuga wanted, he could completely delay it to a hundred thousand or even a million years later before reviving—this wouldn't violate his promise either.
"Really, nya? Thank you for Ryuga-sama's mercy... We, we are willing to submit to Master! Please use our bodies as swords—we're willing to give everything for Master to establish merit!"
After chattering for a few moments, opinions quickly unified.
Represented by Azriel, all Flügel knelt down, assuming a posture of complete submission, accepting Ryuga's terms.
They weren't unaware Ryuga might delay, but they still didn't hesitate.
First, because they had no choice—the One True God giving them hope was already quite extravagant. They had no right to demand more.
Second, because for the immortal Flügel, time wasn't an issue.
Forget a million years—even ten million years, as long as there was hope, they'd willingly wait.
In fact, rather than saying Ryuga gave them conditions to revive Artosh, he gave them hope to continue living.
Though it looked a bit like a daughter selling herself to bury her father—no wait, selling herself to revive her father.
Watching these Flügel who'd previously been full of self-destructive desire completely submit, Jibril also breathed a sigh of relief.
Regardless, her Master being willing to use these idiots was wonderful.
Just then, she suddenly felt a familiar large hand grip her scruff, lifting her up.
"Master?"
Jibril obediently didn't resist at all, tilting her head, not knowing what Ryuga wanted.
"The Flügel have chosen to submit, but they still lack a manager."
Ryuga looked at the Jibril before him, transferring a certain power just obtained into this retainer's body.
"So I've decided—you'll be the War God!"
Hearing this, Jibril froze slightly, then revealed incredulous eyes.
"Master? This is... Artosh-sama's Star Grail?!"
She quickly detected the power Ryuga injected into her body.
Though Ryuga had previously bestowed Star Grails to corresponding retainers, she never imagined even the War God's Star Grail would be given so readily.
You must know, this Star Grail could shatter the night sky's stars, surpassing all gods—its value absolutely incomparable to other Star Grails.
"Th-th-this is too generous!"
Sensing the expanding power within, Jibril was completely stunned.
If she wasn't dreaming, she'd now surpassed March 7th who'd been equal to her just days ago, becoming a fifth-tier planet-busting existence.
As a small Flügel and a later retainer, how could she deserve such favor?
"I believe you have the potential to develop this Star Grail to its limit, even not inferior to Artosh."
Facing Jibril's surprise, Ryuga's answer was quite calm.
Unlike Kainath and Loni—divine realm-level talents—Jibril had no special talent in spell creation. She was only best at combat.
However, in the combat domain, she was an individual in no way inferior to divine realm-level geniuses.
In the domain of breaking through one's limits and defeating unimaginable enemies, her qualities might even surpass Artosh.
Hearing Ryuga's answer and meeting her Master's gaze for several seconds, Jibril directly reached out to hug Ryuga, placing her small head under his arm.
"Though I should thank Master for this favor now, honestly, I suddenly feel a lot of pressure."
If the effect she displayed didn't match this favor, wouldn't that disappoint Master's trust?
Ryuga stroked Jibril's head, his tone calm yet slightly expectant.
Few existences could keep up with his pace. He hoped at least the retainers beside him wouldn't fall behind.
"Mm, I will!"
Jibril nodded, her eyes determined, then immediately returned to her usual playful manner.
"By the way, Master, what do you want to do next? Since we've already unified the world, why not call the newbie over and cook the raw rice? I feel with her intelligence, Master could make her willingly give birth to ten..."
Watching their relationship, Azriel beside them couldn't help but feel envious.
At this moment, she suddenly understood why Jibril would acknowledge the Master before her—it was some quality unrelated to power.
And hearing Jibril's nonsense, Ryuga tapped her head helplessly.
"Don't bully the newbie!"
Saying this, he remembered the task arranged before the war.
"Speaking of which, Ocain reported earlier that research on imaginary energy has yielded results. Perfect timing with March 7th here—we can verify the results."
"Understood! I'll go notify them to gather right away!"
Jibril immediately received the order.
Even having obtained power surpassing all gods, she remained quite accustomed to errand work.
To be continued...