Chapter 241: Are You Married?

"Do you all want to drink soup together?"

Broly ladled a few more bowls of soup and asked the Ex-Machina at his side.

Ex-Machina: "..."

It was still Shuvi who stepped forward to explain.

"Ex-Machina have no normal biological need for eating; if one must say what they can eat, machine oil would probably be more suitable than Flügel-stewed mushroom soup."

"Machine oil, does that taste good?"

Broly was a bit curious.

"Unsuitable for normal life, and also unsuitable for normal organisms."

Shuvi felt a bit speechless, but still explained.

"Is that so..."

Broly was a bit regretful, and just silently drank his own stewed mushroom soup.

"It's lacking a bit of meat; do you all know where around here there is prey with relatively delicious meat?"

Broly asked.

"Under the Elf Corpse Cloud's envelopment, ordinary organisms can hardly survive, but there should be some burrowing creatures existing underground; does Your Excellency need us to capture some and bring them back?"

Ex-Machina inquired.

"Then bring some back."

With Absorption Touch, Broly didn't starve on Wanpa Star, but he was truly craving it.

One of the two Ex-Machina by his side left to dig through soil and find meat.

"You will also repay me, satisfy my needs, right?"

Broly looked at Shuvi and suddenly asked.

"Mm."

Shuvi nodded seriously; from a human angle, receiving help from others means you must remember, and if the other party has a need you pay it back.

"Then, on the premise that the outcome is you agreeing to become my wife, let's conduct five days of friendship behavior with me!"

Broly didn't hesitate, directly proposing his biggest need; just now he checked how long he could stay in this world.

That countdown of single-digit days really made the boy feel heartache; this world seems to extremely reject his arrival.

"Eh?"

Shuvi widened her eyes.

"Is there a problem with realizing the need I proposed?"

Broly saw Shuvi's abnormality and directly asked.

"There is a problem, and a big one."

Shuvi nodded, confirming his statement.

"What problem?"

Time wasn't generous enough, plus Broly's brain is also comparatively straight, he didn't go around in circles, directly pursuing the question.

"I am married."

Shuvi raised her left hand; the ring on her ring finger shone brilliantly.

"Can I solve the person married to you, and snatch you away from someone else's hands?"

Broly asked seriously.

"You want to harm Rick?"

Shuvi's Happiness Value instantly hit 0, and hostility also locked onto the boy.

"I'm just asking if it's possible."

"That is of course impossible!"

"Mm, can see that..."

Broly's disappointment was plain to see; the friendship hadn't even started, and he had already painfully lost a wife.

"Then will you harm Rick?"

Shuvi pursued the question.

"I won't; although you cannot become my wife, I will not harm you, nor will I intentionally do things that make you feel sad."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then Shuvi I can rest assured."

The mechanical girl believed the boy's words; the Steel Fortress that had entered Alert State also resumed normal operation.

【Shuvi Happiness Value Rising】

Broly only glanced at it once, then didn't pay it any mind; the rise and fall of the Happiness Value of someone who cannot become a wife holds no meaning for him.

Broly soon put his gaze on Jibril who was drinking soup; perhaps because it was her first time drinking this kind of mushroom soup, the little-girl-form Jibril appeared a bit happy, and the continuously rising Happiness Value also proved this point.

And she soon noticed the boy's gaze looking over, so she asked: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you."

Broly answered honestly.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Jibril frowned.

"You're good-looking."

Broly subconsciously gave that answer.

"Thank you for the praise."

Jibril thanked him, lifted the bowl, took a mouthful of mushroom soup, then tilted her head, feeling something was off.

"What schemes do you have, you?"

The loli-form Jibril immediately questioned him.

"I just want to ask, you wouldn't be married too, right?"

Broly looked at her somewhat nervously.

"Marriage, what is that?"

Jibril looked confused; the Flügel were semi-immortal beings and all female, with no concept of marriage. "Marriage is……"

Seeing the boy deep in thought, seemingly unsure how to explain the meaning of marriage, Shuvi, as one who had come over, helped explain.

"Marriage is a contract humans form for reproduction, but it also means wanting to keep the one you love by your side forever, as a lifelong partner."

"Humans? Another race name I've never heard of?"

"Reproduction? I recall that is a creature's behavior."

"Keeping them by your side forever isn't that just the meaning of a collection item?"

Jibril understood the meaning of marriage through her own worldview, then glared at the boy: "I've never been defeated by anyone else, how could I possibly be married!"

Shuvi: "……"

Was there a problem with some link in the marriage meaning she just explained? Why did one have to be defeated before getting married?

Understanding, none.

"Then I defeated you, can you marry me in five days?"

From Jibril's words, Broly understood she had never been married, and his eyes lit up as he asked.

"Ah, this……"

Hearing this question, Jibril's small face scrunched up; according to Flügel logic, after defeating prey, they could obtain the prey's head as a collection item.

Then, when it was her turn to be defeated, others not taking her head but wanting to collect her whole self as loot seemed logically sound.

Jibril tried to refute several times but couldn't; her defeat and capture were facts, and as a defeated one, there was nothing to say.

After all, now the enemy just hadn't killed her, so she could speak; but if the enemy chose to kill her, she couldn't speak refutations now either.

"Aaaah, if I become your collection item, if I meet Azriel and them later, I'd definitely be mocked by them, right?"

"Whoever dares mock you, I'll beat them!"

"Eh, really?"

"Really."

"Then it's fine, I can agree to marry you."

The loli-form Jibril readily agreed, while in her heart she thought:

As long as she fought the other party, Azriel and them would definitely know what kind of strong enemy she was defeated by.

By then, if they also failed, they wouldn't be qualified to mock her; and if they succeeded, she could also be smoothly rescued.

Little Jibril, plan successful. jpg "Do you want more mushroom soup?"

Broly, having received a definite reply, was very happy; this brief five-day different-world tour was guaranteed to have no Air Force, and he directly began courting Jibril.

"Eh, then another bowl."

Little Jibril held up her bowl, not knowing what politeness was.

"Cough cough……"

Inside the Highest Temple, the War God suddenly coughed.

"What's wrong, Lord Artosh?"

Azriel, hearing the noise, hurriedly flew in to ask.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly discovered something interesting."

"Eh, something interesting?"

Azriel's face was full of question marks, but Lord Artosh on the divine throne was unwilling to say more, so she didn't dare ask impertinently.

"Where did Jibril go?"

After leaving the temple, Azriel noticed Jibril's figure seemed missing here, and asked other Flügel.

"Who knows, maybe she went to play on the Ground."

Other Flügel gave an answer somewhat haphazardly.

"Honestly, the Dwarf and Elf alliance has already pressed over, yet she still runs out to play."

As the First Unit, Azriel complained, but she was just somewhat worried about Jibril's safety.

Although she didn't put the two great alliances of Dwarves and Elves pressing near Avant Heim in her eyes, that was based on Lord Artosh being behind her.

And if Lord Artosh weren't there, a Flügel going out alone was somewhat dangerous, because within the two great alliances, there were Giant Race and Dragon Spirit Race individuals, allies of this kind of high-sequence race.

"After all, Jibril is only over six hundred years old now, still a child."

"Azriel, if you're worried about Jibril, you can go down and find her."

The Flügel maidens said, word by word.

"Leaving now isn't appropriate!"

Azriel sighed.

"What's inappropriate about it, isn't it just that you're responsible for pre-war command? This can be handed to Raphael."

"Right right right, and compared to you now, Raphael is more suitable to be our commander anyway."

The former Azriel was decisive in killing, could unhesitatingly sacrifice any Flügel for a war's victory, was full of prestige among the Flügel, and was undoubtedly the Flügel big sister.

But ever since Jibril was born, this Flügel big sister changed, from a decisive commander into a teasing sister who worried about everything concerning her Little Sister and wanted to win her favor.

Nowadays, most Flügel believe that the mature and calm Fourth Unit Raphael is more suited than the First Unit Azriel to serve as the Flügel commander.

Although Azriel remains the strongest individual among the Flügel, a commander needs more than mere strength; they need a mind that stays calm at all times, can make all kinds of precise judgments, and does not let emotions rule them.

Clearly, Azriel is somewhat unsuited now, and just as Azriel felt it was acceptable, preparing to temporarily hand over the commander duties to Raphael and go to the Ground to search for Jibril, the War God who walked out of the Temple stopped her.

"There is no need to search for Jibril; she is not in danger now, merely experiencing something interesting, and the place where she is happens to be suitable for me to observe the anomaly that suddenly appeared in This World."

"Yes, Lord Artosh."

The Flügel knelt on one knee on the Ground, responding to their Creator's words.

"End Dragon, the future you once prophesied—under the circumstances of an anomaly appearing in This World, can it still give me the answer to the doubts in my heart? Let me wait and see."

A tall figure walked to the edge of Avant Heim, gazing down at the earth below with deep eyes carrying a hint of expectation.

In the Distance, the Dwarf, with the assistance of the Giant Race, built one defense cannon after another, while the Elf's Forest had already spread over from the Other Side.

Above the Forest hovered a group of Contracted Dragon Spirit Race, seemingly patrolling the surroundings of the Forest to prevent any possible surprise attack by the Enemy...

(Chapter End)