The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Even if all emotional factors are discarded, she will only belong to her.

　Because that is an existence that only the most shining fairies are qualified to touch.

　A flawless existence can only be highlighted in a more eye-catching form by another flawless existence, right?

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　There are no dusk and dawn in Britain.

　The sky would change from night to day, or vice versa, in an instant.

　Just like the beautiful sky described in fairy tales.

　A country full of fairy tale colors.

　That's how it should be.

　but...

　If you think about it carefully, how could there be such a thing as in fairy tales where the world would be destroyed in 24 hours?

　Although it's not like I haven't dealt with such incidents before, but this time it doesn't seem to be so smooth...

　As Fujimaru Ritsuka walked in the thick fog, he kept thinking in his heart.

　But now that things have come to this, she has to move on no matter what.

　After all, saving humanity is the ultimate goal of New Chaldea!

　Don’t sit still and wait for death when things happen!

　There will always be opportunities to travel with you all!

　Then, go on an adventure with the new director, Hision, Da Vinci, Mash, Holmes, and other employees of Chaldea!

　But it’s a bit regrettable that I’m not sure whether Sieg can come.

　And whenever it is mentioned, there is always a bad feeling in my heart.

　It clearly wasn't there before the sudden attack.

　Well...

　I must have been joking...

　Being an enemy or something.

　Sieg is a gentle person and would never do such a thing.

　After finishing his thoughts, Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath of air.

　"Okay! It's almost time to go!"

　As if to encourage himself before setting off, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his hands high and shouted loudly.

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　"Yes, our goal is a town or something like that 200 kilometers east. It's going to be a long journey, but keep going!"

　"Couldn't Da Vinci use his talents to build an all-terrain vehicle like he did in the Sixth Singularity?"

　"That also requires materials. Materials, do you think I'm someone like Sieg who can just take out anything at will? I'm really sorry that there's no such setting!"

　"Yes, after all, this is just a coast. Materials are very scarce. All we can do now is to refuel."

　Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka and Da Vinci were discussing, an obviously discordant voice interrupted.

　The red-haired knight narrowed his eyes, and the strings in his hand swayed slightly, emitting a joyful sound.

　"Well... Anyway, let's work hard..."

　Ritsuka Fujimaru and Da Vinci looked at each other, and then they and Mashu looked at the red-haired knight at the same time.

　"I can't believe it. What on earth is going on? This is supposed to be a memorable first adventure, but I'm hallucinating..."

　There was visible disappointment on Leonardo da Vinci's face.

　"I see! That scared me! It turns out that Senior and Da Vinci can also see Knight Tristan's hallucinations..."

　"What's wrong... This aura feels like a hostile situation. While it's certainly a little strange for someone to come unannounced, I'm deeply saddened to be mistaken for a hypothetical Heroic Spirit created by hallucination..."

　As Tristan spoke, he stretched out his fingers and plucked the strings of the magical harp in his arms.

　"Indeed, it's the kind of thing that lacks any sense of purpose, like a weathervane moving in the wind. It's truly the truth that it's so-called, a completely automatic, random summon..."

　Listening to Tristan's words, Mashu suddenly realized something, and reached out and touched her shield as if she remembered something.

　"Um! Report! The Shield of the Round Table is still hot from being summoned!"

　"Is this true...Aren't we rejecting the call of pan-human history, Da Vinci?"

　"Indeed, I haven't responded clearly to this summons and have already been trapped here. As a Heroic Spirit on the side of panhuman history, I am of course aware of the affairs of Chaldea. However, as to how I was summoned, I'm sorry to say that I have no idea at all."

　"So, when I came to my senses, I found myself standing here, right?"

　Tristan listened to Ritsuka Fujimaru's summary and nodded.

　I feel like... it's exactly the same as Sieg's sudden appearance before... even though he wasn't summoned...

　Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mashu looked at each other and nodded.

　"Could you please sort out the situation?"

　Fujimaru Ritsuka touched his chin, was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke after Tristan's words:

　"Heroic Spirit, couldn't be summoned, then summoned..."

　Tristan nodded slowly as he listened to Ritsuka Fujimaru's description.

　"I see. This is a Lostbelt, a possible British island. And Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, has inexplicably been recognized in this place that rejects pan-human history. I understand..."

　"If you want to know the reason..."

　Tristan said as he looked down at his feet.

　"Maybe it's because this is the coast of Volcorn..."

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　Fairyland: Sixteen Woodworth

　Cold...endless cold.

　The dark magic power leaped and gathered at Morgan's fingertips.

　The slender index finger slowly stretched out, and then began to write slowly in the air.

　Characters kept appearing in the air, then turned into spirit particles and dissipated again.

　The girl paused slightly in the palace, then continued moving forward as usual.

　-

　"Lancelot's sister Galahad... Putting aside other things, I remember that Galahad in pan-human history was Lancelot's son..."

　Woodworth sat in a chair, holding a newly released newspaper in his hand, muttering to himself.

　"And they actually named Lancelot's sister Galahad..."

　Woodworth was silent for a moment, then picked up the teacup beside him and gently brought it to his mouth.

　"Although we are colleagues, I cannot see through his true thoughts or his personality. However, as a knight, as a warrior, he is undoubtedly a qualified person."

　He slowly opened his mouth and poured the steaming black tea in the cup directly into his mouth, then swallowed it in one gulp as if he couldn't feel the heat in it.

　Woodworth gently put down the teacup, then reached out and picked up the handkerchief beside him and kept wiping his mouth.

　"But...that's why we have to guess."

　Galahad, the most virtuous knight among the Knights of the Round Table, is known as Galahad the Apocalypse.

　According to His Majesty, it was not he who found the Holy Grail, but the Holy Grail itself.

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　He chose Galahad.

　A noble knight, a flawless knight.

　Standing at the seat of disaster within the round table.

　If it were any other time, if it were my old self, I might have completely identified with Galahad without harboring even a shred of doubt.

　But it's different now.

　Britain is plagued by internal and external troubles. The goblins in the north are eyeing the country covetously, ready to launch a war at any time to recover the territories lost in the Spring War and Summer War.

　The various internal impacts caused by Tristan's willfulness, Morgan's indulgence, and the forced collection of Command Spells have now begun to surface.

　Someone is distorting the facts, someone is deliberately pushing all this forward.

　As a soldier and a general, he would not have to consider these things at all. The only thing he had to do was to follow Morgan's orders and eliminate all the pests.

　But not now.

　He is the Lord of Oxford and the Patriarch of the Clan of the Tooth.

　He must be responsible for the consequences of his actions.

　Morgan would certainly be very happy to be able to strengthen the military because his advice was finally listened to.

　but--

　There is one thing that must be understood.

　That's not your Majesty's army, that's Galahad's private army.

　It's not surprising to have a private army. Every goblin has some shameful deeds that need manpower to handle.

　Whether it's a fairy or a human, it doesn't matter.

　As long as it can be discarded at will, as long as the blood does not splash on my body, it will be fine.

　One or two of them, all of them are so arrogant, all of them are so presumptuous.

　If a private army reaches a level comparable to that of an army, can it still be called a private army?

　Woodworth remained silent, and the thick tail behind him began to become irritable as his mood became more and more irritable.

　Just like a big puppy, right?

　The sound of heels hitting the ground sounded quietly, echoing very clearly in the silent room.

　Woodworth narrowed his eyes, and all the hair on his body stood up in an instant.

　A sharp cold light flashed on the tip of the claws, and streams of heat began to radiate out from the throat like a tide.

　"Grand Duke of Heat Dissipation, Woodworth, His Majesty Morgan wants to execute you."

　A calm voice slowly came from behind Woodworth.

　Suppressing his instinct to wave his claws, Woodworth turned around slowly with a fierce look on his face.

　Just as he imagined.

　The appearance of the Fairy Knight Galahad was no accident, but a carefully planned event.

　"why?"

　The girl tilted her head in confusion, and looked at Woodworth with some doubts under the mask.

　She thought that with Woodworth's personality, he would definitely attack her directly.

　A little disappointed...

　She actually wanted to see the big dog's fighting skills...

　"Because this is the order of His Majesty Morgan, that's all."

　"What's the reason?"

　The girl blinked and raised the Balmung in her hand.

　The sword body was trembling, and the boiling spirit particles were constantly rushing and rubbing on the sword body of Balmung, forming an extremely harsh and sharp sound.

　"No reason needed, that's all."