[Only when a person is in dire straits do they search their memory for every good thing. I don't even know if the beautiful moments I was—and am—obsessed with are just a beautified fantasy created by my circumstances. The rarer something is, the more it is cherished.
Anyway, let's not talk about unhappy things. Now that I've taken the throne of the One True God from the other Old Zeuss, talking about past suffering feels a bit like fishing for pity. After all, if suffering what I did was the price for becoming the One True God, countless beings in this world would gladly take my place.
Looking at it that way, I'm just a lucky fellow. And my luck lies in two things: meeting and befriending Think and you... uh, the order of names doesn't mean anything here, don't be a ditz, okay?
In any case, please forgive Think and me for leaving. After becoming the One True God, I realized my arrival in this world wasn't a mere coincidence. If I stayed on that throne, everything connected to me would gradually drift toward me. That kind of future felt a bit too much like a horror story.
So, I've handed the throne over to a Old Zeus I can trust and entrust things to. I've also asked him to look after humanity. Ahem, I don't know if you'll be mad, but I also asked him to look after you... If he doesn't do his job, write it down and I'll punch him when I get back, haha.
I don't know when you'll see this letter, or if you'll ever choose to visit this palace... I've decorated this place to look like the home we were most familiar with. It can be called a home, but what real home is complete without its family?
I'm sorry I didn't take you with us on this long journey. But I hope you don't think we're excluding you. The reason it's just Think and me is partly because she lost her physical body when we fell into the Sea of Elementals; she almost dissipated entirely. Because she was stained with my blood, she became a part of me, and it's a struggle for her to even maintain an independent consciousness.
Furthermore, the Elementals that make up your life are likely unique to this world. Given your immense power, if something happened because you couldn't replenish your Elementals in another world, it would be a tragedy. So, it's better to wait until we find a suitable world and then come back for you—if you're willing to come, that is.
As for the other reason... Artosh, the God of War. While comparing the relationship between the Flügel and the God of War to human blood-relatives isn't quite accurate, in a sense, He truly is your father, isn't He?
After the war, the God of War—who feeds on conflict—will inevitably weaken in a long peace. But more importantly, we must consider His state of mind. For a Old Zeus as proud as He is, being unable to find a place for Himself might lead to His self-destruction. Think of the story of "Heart"; you wouldn't want to see the God of War pierce His own God-Core out of loneliness, would you?
In my hometown, there's a saying: "While parents are alive, do not travel far." It fits well enough here, and I'm sure you understand the sentiment. Therefore, as a daughter, you shouldn't just leave with me. Just keep an eye on things, and try to ease the old man's troubles now and then.
I think that's about it. There's so much more I could say, but maybe it's not necessary. I believe this isn't a final goodbye. If that's the case, why be so sentimental? Maybe Think and I will be back next second—who knows how things work out there, haha.
Take care of yourself. Don't fall into gloom or worry. Be happy every day until we meet again. I'll miss you, and Think will too—she didn't jump over to erase this line, so I'll assume she feels the same. No problem, right?
Oh, and please forgive my little prank, hahaha! But honestly, Think suggestion was great! I'm using an envelope that's the exact same color as the nightstand~ and I've made it as thin as possible... you aren't mad, are you? Haha~
Wishing for our speedy reunion~
Sū ěr & Think ♪(･ω･)ﾉ]
The writing had reached its end. Amidst the sound of the paper being folded, Jibril searched for more words she might have missed, but the back was empty.
"You seem to have come late?"
Tet muffled voice came from the side. The clever One True God had learned to hide his face behind a pillow to guard against sudden attacks. He hadn't used his divine power to see through the letter; He was merely guessing based on what he had observed thus far.
"...Yes, I am late," Jibril replied. She was far calmer than Tet had anticipated. She simply took a long breath, her chest rising. The fragrance of the flowers seemed even stronger after the vase had been thrown.
The answer was so candid it caught Tet off guard.
"You're crying~"
Hoping to see a more "interesting" reaction, the malicious One True God pushed further.
"...I am not."
Her calm was uncharacteristic. Jibril simply continued her deep breathing—in, and out.
She should have been sorrowful, or perhaps enraged—pure emotions. Yet at this moment, Jibril found a chaotic swarm of emotions intertwining in her heart.
The author of the letter seemed to have anticipated her reaction. With simple words, he had stirred her heart just enough to keep her from being overwhelmed by grief. If one had to use a phrase to describe the expression on Jibril face, Tet thought "bittersweet" [literally "crying yet laughing"] would be perfect—sadness, dejection, complexity, anger, and irritation, yet with a faint, unconscious upward curve of the lips.
"My eyes are just... a bit dry."
Judging herself thus, Jibril spoke in a low voice. Her gaze fell on her finger as she brushed it against the corner of her eye; there was no moisture there.
A Flügel tears... theoretically, they only existed when they had exhausted most of their Elementals, to the point where their bodies shrunk. Only then would their minds shrink to match their form.
Only then would they weep.
Jibril knew this well.