The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　What you can’t get is the best.

　As long as she was in a good mood, a piece of rotten meat could become her treasure, or it could become a so-called beast overnight.

　She is such a fairy.

　The patriarch of the Wind Clan——

　Aurora.

　His palms gently covered his face, and various strange lights kept flashing in his bright pupils.

　Through the gaps between her fingers, Aurora's face revealed only an expression of madness.

　She was a creature that did not exist in this world (Britain), a princess who was different from her prince.

　If only the shed skin was so fascinating, the dried blood was so delicious, and the food produced after dismemberment was so crazy, it would even be a level higher than the best human beings.

　I can't stand it at all...

　This feeling of complete integration... feeling my heartbeat gradually synchronize with that of my princess, feeling the princess's enchanting aura -

　He's a dragon, yet he's a fairy. He's a fairy, yet he's more "human" than humans...

　This is simply love...

　The Curse of Love

　Ahhh——

　Love is destiny, joy, and death.

　Love will cover up reason, and the wise will become a fool.

　The slender fingers slowly extended and pressed hard on the heart, even though the snow-white skin had turned red and blood began to appear.

　Pain mixed with joy and an alluring aroma drifted freely in the room.

　The pupils suddenly shrank, and the remaining rationality reoccupied the high ground of the brain, and then -

　Aurora raised her blood-stained finger and looked at the blood that had begun to thicken very carefully.

　Then he stuck out his tongue and licked all the blood on his fingertips into his mouth as if he was licking some fine wine.

　Ahhh——

　The contaminated blood is so delicious, and the food made from it is so addictive.

　I really want to see you...

　You are really lying in front of me, lying on my bed, lying on my dining table——

　What kind of experience would that be.

　It's so interesting and fascinating, isn't it?

　Aurora walked slowly to the window, looked at the sky outside, and then reached out to close the window.

　This is my own scent...

　How could it be possible for other lowly creatures to feel it?

　-

　Every time I close my eyes, I see it.

　Every time I close my eyes, I am here.

　Gazing at the unchanging morning star, gazing at the stars that continue to shine in the storm before you.

　There's something a bit wrong with the idea of ​​closing your eyes and sleeping, but it's pretty much the same so I don't usually pay much attention to it.

　After all, even if you are awake, what you see is just this kind of storm.

　A storm of malice.

　In my eyes, this is what the world looks like. The calls and twisted wishes of the fairies form storms and clouds, forming a storm that will never stop.

　really-

　Endless desire, there is no end, it will never stop.

　Destroy the eyes that see, and numb the ears that hear.

　But it's no use.

　The darkness refused to dissipate, and neither did the darkness surrounding itself.

　I have never been truly happy in this filthy land.

　The days with Grandpa Hector were indeed easy and happy, but they were not true happiness.

　But that's very

　Soon it will become

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　Despair.

　A knife with a bent edge, and a "friend's" betrayal.

　Then--

　The flames soared into the sky.

　Child of Prophecy and all that, it really sucks.

　Thinking about forgetting everything, being carefree and silent is also a good choice.

　I came to the Nameless Forest, trying to forget, forget everything, forget myself.

　Then...I sadly discovered that the fairies in Paradise don't have the ability to forget.

　The duty of pilgrimage and the title of paradise fairy are like something that was engraved in my brain with a tool and can never be erased.

　what...

　What a shitty life...

　With this thought in mind, I slowly fell asleep in the tent prepared for the newlyweds.

　This was probably the most exciting time I can ever remember, and also the time when I felt most at ease.

　The badge hung around his neck emitted a brilliant light, and the blue flames transformed into a blazing sea that devoured everything, using the storm before him as fuel to continuously burn.

　The silver-haired swordsman reached out and pulled out his heart.

　The blonde woman held high the flag representing holiness.

　The pink-haired knight said something with a bright smile.

　Then...

　The scene changed and came to the sword illuminated by the moonlight.

　The fair and delicate hand slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

　Accompanied by the crisp sound of swords, it seemed as if they were celebrating something.

　The white figure stood with his back to the moonlight and raised the sword high in his hand.

　The red dragon eyes kept shining in the darkness.

　The storm has stopped.

　The next second, the sharp sword light tore through the darkness, the clouds were directly split in two, and a huge sun appeared in the sky.

　The endless storm ended and the curtain of dark night slowly rose.

　Its daybreak.

　"If you're scared, you can run away. No one's fate is predetermined from the start."

　That’s what I was told that day.

　He was told by the stars that came from the sky and landed beside him, shining continuously in the sky.

　Zig...

　Thanks...

　This way, I can have a good dream today...

　No, just some sleep without anything else would be fine...

　-

　"Tap...tap..."

　Heavy iron boots stepped on the old stone road, and bonfires with smoke peeked out from the city wall one after another.

　Percival finally agreed to let the Knights of the Order pass and allow them to enter the city and garrison there.

　Any fairy who dares to claim to be the sister of the fairy knight Lancelot in Britain will probably be punished by the fairy knight himself the moment he appears.

　That's not what a scammer would do.

　Then there's——

　"Ah—it's been a long time since I've seen such exquisite snacks."

　Oberon sighed as he sat by the campfire, his eyes occasionally glancing at the Knights of Justice who were passing by carrying supplies.

　"It's all right, Percival. Don't worry. I've personally seen the Fairy Knight Galahad."

　Supplies, unimaginable supplies were continuously transported into the fortress, box after box.

　The old city walls, once tangled with vines, were renovated, and the gates had undergone numerous repairs and renovations. Heavy crossbows, used as defensive weapons, were placed on the walls.

　The dilapidated houses were used as shelters and supplies were hidden inside.

　The fortress, which had been silent for who knows how long, was repaired. A tall knight, who was difficult for ordinary goblins to match, stood at the door, motionless like a statue.

　The two-horned beast responsible for transporting the supplies disappeared without a trace in an unknown corner after unloading the supplies.

　"Although I had estimated the data before, seeing this number with my own eyes is really astonishing..."

　"Really? The total value of the supplies Galahad sent this time alone is higher than everything I've ever had before..."

　"yes..."

　Percival nodded involuntarily as he listened to Auberon's words.

　Just this amount of armor and weapons, which were sufficient to equip all the soldiers, was an unimaginable astronomical figure for them.

　For their current military strength, this is equivalent to three sets of surplus for each person.

　Due to the nature of the fairies themselves, the only ones willing to get close to iron and able to forge weapons and armor are the Earth Clan of Norwich.

　However, due to the recent disasters, traffic and transportation have been greatly disrupted.

　The prices of armor, weapons and coal skyrocketed, and the funds that Oberon could provide by borrowing money from everywhere were just a drop in the bucket for them.

　The girl's supplies completely solved their most pressing need for weapons and equipment to prepare for a war that could come at any time.

　"What's the matter, Percival? You seem a little hesitant?"

　"yes..."

　Percival nodded, a look of

　A trace of pain.

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　"Because of Galahad? That's true. According to her, she should be considered your sister..."

　Percival remained silent, the dancing light reflected in his pupils, illuminating his face.

　"You're still worried, aren't you? Even though they're the Fairy Knights, they're secretly organizing the delivery of supplies for your resistance forces."

　"Logically, as the older brother, I should be looking after my younger sister and preventing her from going down the wrong path from the start. But now, not only have I failed to dissuade her, I've even let my younger sister..."

　Percival's voice gradually became quieter and quieter, until it finally fell into complete silence.

　Auberon sighed slightly after listening to Percival's words, then reached out his hand and patted the other's shoulder.

　"Don't take it too seriously. Maybe Galahad actually has his own agenda for becoming a fairy knight..."