The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Sieg and Melusin are invincible in this fairy kingdom, but also fragile.

　The stronger you are, the more fragile you are.

　One of them has been cursed.

　Curse of Love...

　Twisted love, love that does not distinguish between good and evil, and true love, when mixed together and with a little sacrifice and price, can become a curse.

　There is no trace of malicious curse, only pure love (desire).

　Because she doesn't think her love is evil at all.

　Being evil but not knowing evil.

　When the shining self meets the shining stars, he will become even more shining, right?

　"...boring. Apart from the new resolution, it's just the same old, constantly changing sentences. Your Majesty, may I withdraw from this discussion? I'm preparing for a new auction and am completely swamped..."

　"Chief of the Winged Clan, Lord of Gloucester, and Mistress Morrigan, please speak."

　"I have stated my opinion. Whether it is the disaster or Norwich, none of it has anything to do with my Gloucester. Let these twisted goblins continue to quarrel and hate each other forever."

　Marian, who was only a shadow in the image, spoke in a bored tone.

　"But Norwich's goods are good lately. I can help you if you need any. Give my regards to the Earl, the treasure-guarding goblin, and tell him for me. If you want to move to Gloucester, I welcome you anytime."

　"Oh, by the way, Galahad over there, would you like to come to my Gloucester to check out the auction? Although it's just a spur of the moment interest to you, I will definitely not let you down?"

　"I

　I will go.

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　The girl glanced at Meilushin inconspicuously and then nodded.

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　"Wow—this curse is so troublesome! That thing is so evil! Even I, the evil god, am almost nauseated by its malice! Is that thing really a living thing? Is there really a creature capable of doing something like this?"

　"Alright, alright! Stop whining! Can you even untie that disgusting chain?"

　Angora Mainyu scratched his hair irritably. The strange patterns on his body and his short hair kept flashing slowly like breathing lights.

　"If that thing were human, I'd chop the chain into pieces in a second... But that thing isn't! There's no chain at all, how can a locksmith like me open it?"

　"Huh!? So she didn't react at all? She was clearly reacting so strongly?"

　"This is probably why Sieg wants to destroy the Fairy Kingdom—he's in the midst of evil, unaware of its own evil, and completely unaware that his actions are malicious. This behavior has been infinitely magnified by the accumulation of the Fairy Kingdom over the years..."

　"You're not trying to tell me that thing didn't have any malicious intent?"

　Jeanne · Alter looked at Jeanne beside her with an expression of disgust and aversion on her face.

　"I'm sorry, but I hate to say this, but that's the truth. With the exception of Angra Mainyu, neither you nor I have enough 'fate' to interfere with a reality that transcends time and space..."

　A drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down Joan of Arc's face, and her hands gripped the cross even tighter.

　"Tsk...it really makes me angry——"

　"Younger generation..."

　Angora Mainyu slowly stood up and adjusted his red headscarf.

　"Although I also want to be a reliable senior, I'm very sorry. My ability comes from the curse. Since the curse has basically been burned out by her, I can only cut the curse apart with one sword when it is activated. The damage of the first injury is definitely unavoidable. But severing the cause and effect of death and symbiosis is still no problem..."

　"Does that mean we have to wait until the other party makes the first move, no matter what?"

　"I'm sorry, this is the best I can do..."

　I was the one who was saved, but in the end I couldn't help at all...

　Joan of Arc Alter looked at Angora Mainu with an apologetic look on her face, pursed her lips, and finally sighed helplessly.

　"That's enough. As a senior, you've done a great job..."

　What happens next is up to you... Sieg...

　Sorry, we can't help much, and the areas we can intervene in are very limited...

　but--

　I had a hunch, and even that stupid older sister's intuition showed through.

　The day when we meet again is not far away.

　Before that—

　You must abide by the agreement...

　otherwise...

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　Fairyland: Eleven: Same Kind

　After Marian finished her speech, silence returned to the hall, and the image of the last clan leader flickered silently.

　"The Patriarch of the King's Clan, the ruler of Edinburgh, Lord Knocknares, was absent this time and did not speak."

　The girl blinked blankly under the mask.

　Was there no one there?

　She thought the other party just preferred to remain silent, but it turned out that no one really...

　Absence even requires establishing communication...

　"Lord Ainsel, Patriarch of the Mirror Clan and guardian of the Lake Region, was absent this time and did not speak."

　The moment the clerk finished speaking, the girl clearly felt the trembling of Meilushin's body beside her and the painful and bitter mood in her heart.

　Although there was no change in his expression, the regret in his eyes and the emotions conveyed by the blood connection were unmistakable.

　Without hesitation, the girl reached out and held her sister's hand.

　Meilushin's pupils shrank suddenly, and her mood, which had been wavering since just now, slowly stabilized.

　The frozen fingers slowly curled up and covered the girl's fingers with force.

　The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and the girl looked at the crowd again, quietly waiting for the development of things.

　"Then let's move on to the next topic, the discussion regarding Lord Ainsel's language and the Child of Prophecy."

　"You're not really going to believe that kid Ainsel's nonsense, are you? There can only be one King of Britain, and there will only ever be one, and that's His Majesty Morgan!"

　Woodworth looked at the clerk in front of him with a fierce look, and the fire that had just been dormant for a while was ignited again.

　"How dare you believe such rumors like a lowly goblin!"

　As Woodworth spoke, he looked around at the ministers and officials behind him with a sharp gaze.

　Wherever his eyes met, all the fairies would avoid his gaze.

　"You are truly unworthy of being the Queen's subjects. You have no sense of shame.

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　"Stupid dog...you're making so much noise--"

　Ba Wanxi's expression was full of displeasure, and the magic power at her fingertips continued to compress and aimed at Woodworth.

　"No, no! Lord Tristan, please forgive Lord Woodworth's disrespect..."

　The treasure-guarding fairy was as smooth-talking as ever, acting as a buffer between the two, with a hypocritical smile on his face, and then becoming serious again in the next second.

　"After all, when talking about the Child of Prophecy, we have to mention the incident in Titinger, the coastal village where the Child of Prophecy hid..."

　The treasure-guarding fairy looked at Woodworth as he spoke.

　"It was Lord Woodworth himself who burned down that village. It was his mistake that allowed the important Child of Prophecy to escape..."

　"Warriors of the Fang Clan surrounded the entire village, but a 16-year-old blonde girl broke through. Amidst the raging battle, rumors began to spread—"

　A hypocritical smile once again appeared on the face of the treasure-guarding fairy, a smile that was as flattering as that of humans who take pleasure in other people's misfortunes.

　"A girl who uses magic, the queen's return, and—"

　The treasure-guarding fairy raised his voice while lengthening it.

　"His Majesty Morgan's daughter."

　The moment the words fell, the hairs all over my body stood up and the alarm bells in my heart started ringing wildly.

　"Go to hell, you hatless bastard."

　The magic bullet brushed past the dodging body and arrived in front of the girl in a moment.

　Then it hit the girl directly.

　The entire throne room fell into an eerie silence once again.

　The threatening smile on Ba Wanxi's face froze instantly, and an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly rose in the smoke and dust.

　The blue lake light roared, and the sword blades on Alondite gathered wave after wave.

　The manic magic tore through the dust in an instant, and the accompanying impact blew the long hair and bangs high up.

　A tall shield emerged from the smoke, its purple lines flashing with a strange light, and the pattern of the round table looked so dazzling.

　The next second, the shield turned into spirit particles and dissipated in the wind, and the figures of the girl and Meilushin reappeared in everyone's eyes.

　The girl stretched out her hand and placed it on Meilushin's shoulder.

　After a moment of thought, the huge magic power began to slowly fade away.

　Meilushin also put on the mask again to cover her eyes.

　"Please continue, we are fine."

　As the girl spoke, she continued to pull Meilushin hard.

　At that moment just now, she really felt it.

　He wanted to kill his own sister.

　The dragon has reverse scales, which will kill you if you touch it.

　No matter who it is, no matter who is behind it.

　As long as the dragon's (Melushin) bottom line (Sieg) is touched, the only outcome that awaits him is death.

　"..."

　Ba Vanshi was silent.

　Emotions such as fear and regret, after digesting the anger formed by the week's duty, turned once again towards the treasure-guarding fairy.

　If it weren't for this guy—

　His chest heaved violently, and the movement that should have been accompanied by the release of his anger was abruptly stopped.

　Ba Vansh saw it, saw her mother's gaze -

　I saw a slightly disappointed look.

　Are you still so easily led by the nose?

　Even if you have been taught not to be hurt because of your kindness, will you still be taken advantage of?

　No...no...no!

　I didn’t—

　After a long silence, Ba Wanxi stared at the treasure-guarding fairy, as if she wanted to pierce a few holes in the fairy's body.

　"Listen carefully, I am your mother's only daughter. It doesn't matter what happens to the Child of Prophecy. Don't mention those nonsense rumors in front of me anymore."

　"I apologize to you, Lord Tristan. This was my negligence. I sincerely apologize to you for this..."

　The treasure-guarding fairy was a little surprised by the obvious dissatisfaction of Ba Wanxi, but she reacted quickly.

　"I have no objection to this, and besides, it's just a rumor among the Fang Clan, but what are your thoughts? Representatives of the high-ranking elves gathered before the Amyrlin Throne, everyone from Camelot..."

　"The ever-increasing Mors, the disaster forecast for Norwich, the Knocknares in the north, the Londinium in the south, the recent rebellion in Sheffield, and the invaders mentioned by the now-executed Beryl Gart..."