The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Osmandis's voice slowly came out from the device and was heard clearly by everyone.

　"Because you are more or less an ally."

　The girl smoothed her hair and responded to Osmandis' words.

　"I have no objection. I just need to take it as an unexpected thing. Don't worry, I will never let you down. After all, I am the Sun King..."

　After all, disappointing the sun would not only be a disgrace to the Pharaoh's glory, but also a disgrace to his own title as the Sun King.

　Hearing the sound of Osmandis hanging up the phone, the girl blinked helplessly, then looked at everyone.

　"That's just how he is, so don't take it too seriously... Pharaoh is unreasonable after all."

　"..."

　Hassan the Cursed Arm and Hassan the Hundred Faces were silent for a moment, then looked at each other and nodded to each other.

　Quiet Hassan approached the girl quietly like a silent cat, with a hint of expectation and worry on his face.

　"Then let's confirm the attack. In a few hours, at dusk, we will lead the team out of the mountains and into the wilderness. We will then gather teams from all over the place and move towards the Holy City under the cover of darkness."

　"Then Sir Mordred and I will lead the way."

　Lancelot walked out of the crowd and volunteered to fight Hassan the Cursed.

　"The terrain of the wilderness is uneven, and there are blind spots that are invisible to the Holy City's guards. However, we can only hide for a certain distance. There is no place to hide in the wilderness surrounding the Holy City. Sir Mordred's intuition can sometimes be very helpful."

　Cursed-arm Hassan nodded, then looked at Mordred.

　The latter shrugged and acquiesced to Lancelot's opinion.

　"Then we'll make final preparations in the distant wilderness, and then head towards the Holy City under cover of darkness. Arriving at night would be ideal, but our team is overcrowded and the horses are few. So by the time the Holy City comes into view, the sky should have already darkened. The same is likely true for the Holy City..."

　"Then the Lion King noticed our team strengthening their defenses, and we broke through them and took advantage of the opportunity to advance. Is that right?"

　Mordred rubbed his palms together, and the harsh sound of metal friction between the armor continued to be heard.

　"Yes, our team will suppress the Holy City, capture the Royal City, and then... I'll leave it to you all."

　Cursed Arm Hassan said this while looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

　"The mission of defeating the Lion King is left to us..."

　Bedivere said softly.

　"After all, I promised you all that I would send you in, to the Lion King, no matter what—"

　"The agreement we made back then..."

　Da Vinci said this with some emotion.

　"This is what the ancients said..."

　Romani Agyeman echoed Leonardo da Vinci's words.

　"Compared to that, morale is also very important! No matter what, let's at least have a little party at the end! We can save the party for later, but for now, we must fully immerse ourselves in it!"

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　Smoke rose from the village again, and rice flowed out of Otota's rice bag like a waterfall.

　"I always feel like... after drinking, the uneasiness in my heart is suppressed..."

　Hassan took off his mask and kept pouring rice wine made from the best rice into his mouth.

　"Bai Mao is just a little too suspicious. If he could let go of that, maybe he would be much better..."

　"No... Compared to me, are you really okay, Quiet?"

　Baimao Hassan said helplessly as he looked at Jingji Hassan, whose cheeks were flushed and he was getting a little drunk after drinking a glass of rice wine.

　“It feels more lively than before…”

　The girl gently stirred the broth in the pot, her eyes fixed on the whirlpool inside.

　"Ms. Zieger, I—"

　Bedivere opened his mouth, but his throat seemed blocked and no sound came out.

　"Your duty is to witness the King's end. This has never changed. Even after so many years of wandering, it remains unchanged. I have witnessed the power of emotion..."

　The girl reached out and filled a bowl of soup for Bedivere and handed it to him, then picked up the lunch box beside her.

　"In return, I will let you see the end of the Lion King—"

　The lunch box filled with rice, broth and rice wine disappeared without a trace the moment it was touched by the girl's fingertips.

　The girl spoke softly.

　"Use that

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　Use the holy sword to bring the Lion King to his end."

　"Thanks..."

　There are so many words and so many emotions, but when they come together, all that comes out of my mouth are the two words "thank you".

　The girl paused for a moment, then resumed her movements.

　When was the last time you heard someone say thank you?

　A mask cannot be taken off after being worn for too long, but it is still a mask, and the desire beneath the mask will not change.

　Since when did I gradually stop expecting anything in return?

　Even just the simplest thank you without any expectation.

　The corners of the girl's mouth curled up slightly, then she slowly stood up and walked towards a quiet corner in the distance.

　“It’s so lively…”

　A slight sound came out of his mouth.

　But that's enough...

　The girl sat on the rock and gently stroked the ring on her ring finger.

　"Ru... Jeanne..."

　The girl paused, shook her head, and spoke again:

　"If you're reading this, please respond... am I—"

　Have you retained your humanity?

　The girl swallowed the second half of her words, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her face.

　What was I thinking, that I would go to——

　My thoughts were interrupted in an instant.

　There was a gentle touch on my cheek, as if someone was caressing me.

　The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide, and her body wanted to react in an instant -

　But it failed, as if someone had suppressed their instincts.

　"You did it..."

　A vague voice came into the girl's ears from somewhere, and the ring on her ring finger flashed gently along with the words.

　"Of course... you are my... immersive dream..."

　Another voice followed.

　This time, the touch came on the other cheek.

　Then, she felt like she was being hugged from the front and back, as if two Joans of Arc were hugging the girl at the same time, one in front and one behind.

　The white flowers on the shawl swayed gently in the breeze.

　"yes..."

　The light shone in the girl's eyes.

　Perhaps our daily lives are made up of miracles one after another.

　-

　The contract had already been made, no matter what happened, they would meet again.

　The contract was signed by the girl and Jeanne d'Arc.

　Due to certain characteristics, the witch Joan of Arc was also included in this contract.

　"After all, I'm a demon. Modifying the contract is easy for me—it hurts! Stop it! Give me, an Avengers veteran, some face! How could you, a junior, be so—I was wrong! Stop it!"

　The boy's exaggerated screams and pleas for mercy seemed to be heard in the void.

　The witch Joan of Arc kicked Angora Newman with disgust. He was squatting on the ground like an incombustible object, holding his head and performing an exaggerated performance.

　"So, don't block my view!"

　Witch Joan of Arc retracted her foot and continued to look at the girl.

　Originally, she had no right to ascend the Throne of Heroes. After all, she was just a fake, and that naive, questionable naiveté over there had no chance of a reversal.

　It should have existed like a bubble.

　but...

　"You are the one who caused all this, so you must take responsibility for it!"

　After all, you are me - like a dream version of addiction, a bubble dream reflecting light and shadow.

　Keep moving forward, sooner or later we will meet again.

　At that time... let us continue with that illusory dream.

　No, by that time it should be an eternal dream.

　must...

　It will let you have a sweet sleep, a warm dream, a dream in which the world treats you gently.

　But before that——

　We have to find a way to get this naive person out of here first!!

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　Fairy Knight: Chapter 36: Before the Final Battle

　"That's it..."

　Feeling the hug from her body, the girl's lips curled up slightly, then she relaxed her muscles and stood there quietly.

　The girl had a smile on her face as she looked at the setting sun in the distance.

　The feeling of being embraced gradually disappeared, and the last trace of touch lingered on the fingertips for a moment.

　Then, I felt a cool touch on the ring finger of my right hand.

　A ring very similar to the one on the ring finger of her left hand had been put on at some point.

　only...

　The girl gently raised her hand and placed her right hand in front of her eyes, her red dragon eyes carefully examining the ring on her finger.

　How come the workmanship of this ring is so different from Joan of Arc's ring?

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　The girl tilted her head slightly, a puzzled look on her face.

　But the aura above was unmistakably that of the ruler. Though for some reason, it also had a hint of the witch Jeanne d'Arc mixed in.

　Are the two of them actually together?

　It seems that the two people cannot tolerate each other.

　but...

　The girl gently stroked the ring, and the sunlight mixed with a hint of blood shone on her body, and the shadow under her feet gradually lengthened.