noveltune Chapter 241 Are You Married?
Chapter 241 Are You Married?
Chapter 241 Are You Married?
"Would you like to have some soup together?"
Broly served several more bowls of soup and asked the machine racers next to him.
Machine-type: "..."
It was Hugh who stepped forward to explain.
"The machine-type doesn't have the same eating requirements as normal living beings. If we had to say what they could eat, machine oil would probably be more suitable than mushroom soup for the Skywing type."
"Motor oil, does that taste good?"
Broly was a little curious.
"Unsuitable for normal life, and unsuitable for normal organisms."
Hughie was somewhat speechless, but still explained.
"is that so……"
Broly felt a little disappointed and quietly began to drink his stewed mushroom soup.
"We're short on meat. Do you know where we can find some good quality game around here?"
Broly asked.
"Under the shroud of elven remains, it's difficult for ordinary creatures to survive, but there should be some cave-dwelling creatures underground. Would you like us to capture some?"
The machine type of inquiry.
"Then let's bring some back."
With the Absorbing Touch present, Broly didn't go hungry on Planet Wampa, but he was really craving food.
One of the two mechs beside him left to dig in the dirt for food.
"You'll repay me and fulfill my needs, right?"
Broly looked at Schwi and suddenly asked.
"Um."
Hughie nodded seriously. From a human perspective, when you receive help from others, you should remember to return it if they need it.
"Then, assuming you agree to become my wife, let's have a five-day 'friendship'!"
Without hesitation, Broly stated his biggest need: he had just checked how much time he could stay in this world.
The countdown of those few days was truly disheartening for the boy; it seemed as if the world was vehemently rejecting his arrival.
"Huh?"
Hughie's eyes widened.
"Are there any problems implementing the requirements I proposed?"
Broly noticed Schwi's unusual behavior and immediately asked her about it.
"There's a problem, and a big problem."
Hughie nodded, confirming his statement.
"What's the problem?"
There wasn't enough time, and Broly was rather straightforward, so he didn't beat around the bush and went straight for the question.
"I am married."
Hughie raised her left hand, and the ring on her ring finger gleamed.
"Can I get rid of the person you're marrying and snatch you away from them?"
Broly asked seriously.
"You want to hurt Rick?"
Hughie's happiness level instantly dropped to 0, and her hostility was directed at the boy.
"I'm just asking if it's okay."
"Of course not!"
"Yes, I can tell..."
Broly's disappointment was palpable; before he could even begin to make friends, he had already lost a wife.
"Would you hurt Rick?"
Hughie pressed for more details.
"No, even though you can't be my wife, I won't hurt you or do anything to make you sad."
"Really?"
"real."
"Then I'm relieved, Shubi."
The mechanical girl believed the boy's words, and the steel fortress, which had been on alert, resumed normal operation.
[Shubi's happiness level has increased]
Broly glanced at it and then ignored it; the increase or decrease of happiness stats for someone who couldn't become a wife was meaningless to him.
Broly quickly turned his attention to Jibril, who was drinking soup. Perhaps because it was her first time drinking this kind of mushroom soup, Jibril in her young girl form seemed quite happy, as evidenced by her continuously rising happiness level.
She quickly noticed the boy's gaze and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm watching you."
Broly answered honestly.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Jibril frowned.
"You're beautiful."
Broly answered instinctively.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Jibril thanked her, picked up the bowl and took a sip of mushroom soup, then tilted her head, sensing that something was amiss.
"What kind of scheme are you plotting?"
Jibril, in her child form, immediately questioned him.
"I just wanted to ask, you're not married too, are you?"
Broly looked at her somewhat nervously.
"Marriage, what is that?"
Jibril looked puzzled. The Winged Race were semi-immortal beings, and all of them were female, so they had no concept of marriage.
"Marriage is..."
Seeing the boy deep in thought, seemingly unsure how to explain the meaning of marriage, Hughie, being an experienced person herself, offered to help explain.
"Marriage is a contract formed by humans for the purpose of reproduction, but it also means wanting to keep the loved one by your side forever and become a lifelong partner."
"Humans? Why is that another race I've never heard of?"
"Reproduction? I remember that's a biological behavior."
"Keeping it with you forever, isn't that what a collectible is all about?"
Jibril, understanding the meaning of marriage through her own values, gave the boy a somewhat unfriendly look: "I've never been defeated by any other guy, how could I possibly get married!"
Hugh: "..."
Was there a problem with her explanation of the meaning of marriage?
Why do people only get married after they've been defeated?
I understand, but I can't.
"Now that I've defeated you, will you marry me in five days?"
Broly understood from Jibril's words that she wasn't married, and his eyes lit up as he asked.
"Ah, this..."
Upon hearing this question, Jibril's little face scrunched up. According to the Skywing race, after defeating their prey, they could obtain the prey's head as a collectible.
So, when it's her turn to be defeated, instead of cutting off her head, others should keep her as a trophy. It seems logical that there's nothing wrong with that.
Jibril tried to refute it many times, but she couldn't. Her defeat and capture were facts, and as a loser, there was nothing to say.
After all, she can only speak now because the enemy hasn't killed her yet. If the enemy had chosen to kill her, she wouldn't have been able to refute it now.
"Ugh, if I become your collectible, I'm sure Azriel and the others will laugh at me when I run into them, right?"
"Anyone who dares to laugh at you, I'll beat them up!"
"Huh, really?"
"real."
"That's fine, I can agree to marry you."
In her child form, Jibril readily agreed, but in her heart she was thinking:
Once they've fought the opponent, Azriel and the others will surely know what kind of formidable enemy they faced that led to their defeat.
If they also fail, they won't have the right to laugh at me; and if I succeed, I will be rescued smoothly.
Little Jibril, Plan Achieved.jpg
"Do you want more mushroom soup?"
Broly was overjoyed to receive a definite answer. Now that the short five-day trip to another world was guaranteed to be free of air force attacks, he immediately began to fawn over Jibril.
"Okay, then another bowl, please."
Little Jibril held up her bowl, seemingly unaware of the concept of politeness.
. . . .
"Cough cough..."
Inside the highest temple, the God of War suddenly coughed.
"What is it, Lord Artesius?"
Upon hearing the commotion, Azriel quickly flew in to ask.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly discovered something interesting."
"Hey, something interesting?"
Azriel was full of questions, but since Lord Artesius on the throne was unwilling to say more, she did not presume to ask.
Where did Jibril go?
Upon leaving the temple, Azriel realized that Jibril seemed to be missing, and began asking the other Skywings about her.
"Who knows? Maybe it ran off to play on the ground."
Other Skywing species gave somewhat casual answers.
"Honestly, the alliance of goblins and forest elves is pressing in, and they're still running off to play."
As the first individual, Azriel complained, but she was only a little worried about Jibril's safety.
Although she didn't take the two major alliances of goblins and forest elves that were pressing down on Abant Heim seriously, this was because she had Lord Altshu behind her.
Without Lord Artesh's presence, it would be somewhat dangerous for a Skywing to venture out alone, as the two alliances each contain allies of high-ranking races such as the Giants and Dragon Spirits.
"After all, Jibril is only a little over six hundred years old; she's still just a child."
"Azriel, if you're worried about Jibril, you can go down and find her."
The girls of the Skywing race spoke one word at a time.
"Leaving now is not the right thing to do!"
Azriel sighed.
"What's inappropriate about it? It's just that you're in charge of the pre-war command, which can be left to Raphael."
"Yes, yes, and Raphael is much more suitable to be our commander than you are now."
Azriel was once decisive and ruthless, willing to sacrifice any Skywing for the sake of victory in a war. She was a figure of great authority among the Skywing and was undoubtedly the leader of the Skywing race.
But ever since Jibril was born, this eldest sister of the Winged Race has changed. She has transformed from a decisive and ruthless leader into a goofy older sister who worries about her youngest sister and tries to please her.
Currently, most Skywings believe that the mature and composed fourth individual, Raphael, is more suitable for the position of Skywing commander than the initial individual, Azriel.
Although Azriel is still the one with the strongest individual stats among the Skywings, the Commander needs more than just pure strength; he also needs a calm mind that can make accurate judgments and not be swayed by emotions.
Clearly, Azriel was not quite ready for the task at hand. Just as Azriel felt that she was ready and was preparing to temporarily hand over the command to Raphael and go to the surface to find Jibril, the God of War who came out of the temple stopped her.
"There's no need to look for Jibril. She's not in danger right now; she's just experiencing something interesting, and her location is perfect for me to observe anomalies that have suddenly appeared in this world."
"Yes, Lord Artesius."
All the winged beings knelt on one knee, responding to the words of their Creator.
"Zhonglong, will the future you once predicted still provide answers to my doubts given the anomalies that have occurred in this world? Let me wait and see."
The tall figure walked to the edge of Abant Heim, his deep gaze, filled with anticipation, looking down at the earth beneath his feet.
In the distance, the goblins, with the help of the giants, built defensive fortifications, while the forests of the elves had spread over from the other side.
Above the forest, a group of contracted dragon spirits hovered, seemingly patrolling the surrounding area to guard against potential enemy attacks...
(End of this chapter)