The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The blue lake light roared loudly and rushed towards Woodworth.

　The strong wind pressure held the hard hair upright, and the warning signal of death traveled straight from the body along the nerves into the brain.

　But Woodworth still had no intention of dodging.

　While still a soldier he had sworn to devote his life to the Queen.

　It has been like this since then, it is still like this now, and even more so at the time of death.

　Britain's sword slowly closed its eyes.

　"Om-"

　The spirit particle disappeared completely in the blink of an eye along with the wind pressure, and the tip of the sword stopped directly in front of Woodworth's face.

　With just a slight exertion of force, or a slight tremor, the sharp blade could penetrate his brain without any obstruction, and then completely crush his head under the violent fluctuations of magic power.

　But the girl didn't.

　The Balmung in his hand turned into spirit particles and slowly dissipated.

　The girl stood on tiptoe and reached out to pat Woodworth on the shoulder, then disappeared without a trace just as she had come.

　Woodworth was silent, then slowly opened his eyes.

　Spirit particles began to gather in front of him, and familiar words began to appear in his pupils.

　To whom did the knight swear allegiance and vow to protect?

　Was it the Queen who created the Fairy Kingdom or was it the Fairy Kingdom that created the Queen?

　He will not save us, nor will he have mercy on us.

　Because we are completely unaware of our mistakes, because we don’t think of them as mistakes at all.

　Britain has no gods.

　Because the gods were killed by their own hands.

　The earth beneath your feet is

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　Built of corpses.

　They are termites, termites that devour the corpses of gods and call it happiness.

　This is a record buried deep in the past.

　He is the Duke of Radiance, he is the sharp blade of Britain, he is an atavistic elf, he is the descendant of sinners.

　The savior saved the world, and then was betrayed by the world.

　The two wounded children supported each other and set out on their journey again.

　Nothing is absolute, nothing is certain.

　Things are opposites.

　This is different from any history I have ever known.

　But even so, he would still believe it without hesitation.

　Because these are Morgan's words.

　Woodworth of Britain has been executed, and now standing here is Morgan's knight, Woodworth.

　Just because of praise, just because of trust.

　He swore an oath to Morgan, so naturally he only obeyed Morgan.

　This is probably what it means when they say dogs are loyal.

　It really... suits your Majesty's style...

　The first generation of fairy knight and the first generation of savior (the son of prophecy) stood together at the pinnacle of the fairy kingdom.

　In this way, the reason why Morgan had been slack in military affairs before has become completely clear.

　There is no need to cast an eye on a world that is about to be destroyed.

　However, there is a part that can be bestowed with blessings.

　"No matter what your orders are, Woodworth will continue to serve as your sharp sword, clearing all obstacles for you."

　His eyes looked around silently, and Woodworth spoke his thoughts word by word with great clarity.

　From the beginning, he had only one king.

　Britain is where the king is, not where he is above Britain.

　"You really turned against me, Ash... I thought it would take a lot of effort..."

　"Of course. Lord Woodworth is my most loyal subject."

　The girl's and Morgan's voices rose slowly from the room one after another.

　"I am deeply terrified, Your Majesty..."

　Woodworth knelt on one knee facing the water mirror that appeared in front of him, speaking softly.

　"Don't be so reserved. What happens here will not be known to anyone."

　"As you command... But your majesty, what about that history?"

　"Of course it's true... Britain's destruction has entered the countdown. I will not save this country, nor will I save the goblins. I will only save my belongings and the land of Britain."

　"Understood..."

　Woodworth buried his head deeper and answered Morgan's words, then raised his head and slowly stood up at the hint of Morgan's gaze.

　"Let me introduce you again. I'm Galahad, the first Fairy Knight. My real name is Sieg, and I'm also my fiancée."

　"Ah...ah?"

　Woodworth nodded, and the hand that was about to reach out froze under the stimulation of certain words.

　Un...fiancée?

　Although that human, Beryl Garth, was certainly not worthy of His Majesty, in terms of looks and strength, the only one who could match His Majesty was... only?

　Woodworth looked at the girl who had taken off her mask, and thought about the evaluation of Melusin in Britain.

　how to say...

　There is absolutely no flaw.

　The serious atmosphere at the scene collapsed in an instant, and the air was filled with joy.

　Wait...that's not right...

　If Galahad is the first Fairy Knight... then why is she Lancelot's sister?

　Woodworth's eyes sharpened.

　"Am I, am I the wife?"

　The girl pointed at herself uncertainly as she listened to Morgan's words.

　Although she really didn't care about this kind of thing, she always felt something was wrong.

　"Of course, although some steps were skipped due to time constraints, you are the real deal, my wife."

　The girl blinked blankly.

　Some steps were skipped...are there really any other steps for this kind of thing?

　The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and thought for a moment, replaying everything she, Jeanne, and Jeanne Alter had experienced in her mind.

　It seems... not much different?

　There's really no difference except for the ring...

　Does the so-called omission actually refer to the ring?

　"Will Jian put a ring on my finger in the future?"

　What is this natural?

　Woodworth sniffed slightly.

　What? Isn't this still a blank sheet of paper?

　Woodworth's eyes became sharp again, and his gaze was fixed on the two rings on the girl's ring finger.

　Morgan was silenced for a moment by the girl's sudden blunt words. He slowly turned around, leaving behind only his back and the words "Wait a minute."

　The magic power is constantly gathering at the fingertips, a little bit

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　The liquid metal is constantly changing in the air.

　Sure enough, some things cannot be omitted.

　At least not now.

　Morgan le Fay, working on it with great energy!

　Don't underestimate the building level of the magician of the end!

　Her level is the highest level ever certified!

　The wedding ring is only this much—

　Looking at the beautiful light flashing in front of her, the girl stood quietly.

　Woodworth watched everything happening in front of him in silence, then straightened his back with great seriousness.

　Although he had no information about the two wedding rings on the girl's hands, he could bet his own honor on it.

　Woodworth, firmly stands on Morgan's side!

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　"What's going on? This sudden turn from a serious plot to a happy comedy?"

　"Then why don't you try harder for me?"

　"How thick do you think the sea between the two stars is? Is this the thickness I can dig through?"

　Vivian looked at Merlin with disgust, and then her eyes were as if she was looking at some idiot.

　"What's your magic? Isn't it your specialty to turn reality into dreams and then rewrite them?"

　"Nine 1 I 7 must slip up and hiss!"

　"You really have Alzheimer's disease, don't you?!"

　"You can't say that, Vivian. You and I are almost the same age—"

　Before he could finish his words, Merlin felt something was wrong, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his dusty cheek.

　"Turn everything you see into ashes!"

　Dark blue magic with a hint of deep green continued to emerge, then transformed into a spear-like existence and slowly pointed at Merlin.

　"No no! Wait! I'm still in range!"

　"Dragon Vein Incineration Armament, reloading..."

　The magic that reproduced the Holy Spear was continuously activated along with Vivian's chanting.

　"Fall! To the roadless camelot!"

　"Justisa! Help me! My big brother, who goes to the tavern every day to tell stories to the Yagas, is dying!"

　Twelve holy spears were fired simultaneously, blasting continuously at a concentrated point, instantly pushing the hole that Merlin had dug while fishing forward completely.

　Merlin was completely submerged in it, enveloped by a white light.

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　Fairyland: Seventeen: Twisted Love

　"Is this a ring?"