The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

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　Fairyland: Nineteen: The Fog Rises

　The Nameless Forest, just like its name, the people living in it have no names and no faces. They are beings who have forgotten everything and are forgotten by the world.

　Although it is appropriate to describe it as useless garbage, garbage also has a very important role in Britain.

　It does hurt to say this, but it is the truth.

　Garbage will be used to fill the holes, and corpses will be used to expand the land area.

　Living fairies cannot be used as land, nor are they qualified to be thrown into the void to fill it.

　So they were exiled here, to the nameless forest, an empty place where goblins who knew nothing gathered.

　Thick fog lingers here year-round. Even someone with a will as strong as steel will completely lose their memory if they are trapped in it for even a moment.

　But there are exceptions.

　For example, Altria Caster, a fairy from paradise who lacks the ability to forget. Born as an information collection device, her memory is stored in a unique way, imprinted within her body.

　The latter is like a girl.

　It takes time to wash away memories, just like white clothes that have been thoroughly soaked in ink. It is not impossible to wash them white again, but it takes a lot of time.

　Then, as long as you can slightly control the time it takes for your memories to be erased, and as long as there are countless memories repeated in your mind, even if you lose some of your memories in the end, it is not a big deal.

　The best way to kill time is to be in a daze, simply staying aside, with past events replaying over and over again in front of your eyes.

　If the brain's memory storage space is compared to a hard drive, every night the girl experiences is a repetition of everything that has happened from the beginning of her memory to the present, which in turn generates countless duplicate memories.

　When one memory is erased, the same one will be replenished instantly.

　Therefore, the so-called amnesia fog has little effect on the girl.

　The latter is a familiar with no memory at all.

　It's already a blank file. No matter how much you cleanse your memory, there will be nothing to forget.

　Just prepare the instructions in advance, edit the system, and then run them in sequence.

　The existence of no memory will not be affected at all.

　but--

　This was not the case with the Chaldean group.

　He doesn't belong to any of the above, nor does he wear any protective measures like Oberon, plus Tristan has a bit of confidence.

　In this unfamiliar place, without a map and with all vision blocked by thick fog——

　"..."

　Silence, an absolute silence, a silence that sends chills down one's spine.

　"Um... Sir Tristan, although this is difficult to say, but..."

　Mashu spoke slowly and hesitantly, her tone of voice constantly changing, and her words constantly changing in her mind.

　"This shouldn't be a mystery—"

　Compared to Mashu's various concerns and considerations, Fujimaru Ritsuka's words were much more straightforward.

　It’s a pity that Tristan interrupted him harshly before he could even say the last word.

　“I’m not lost!”

　Open, open your eyes!

　Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Tristan in disbelief as he even opened his eyes to explain.

　"Admittedly, those of you who rely on your eyes might feel lost. But we are definitely moving forward, and we've already walked 4 kilometers. We are moving forward."

　"This is just one of those beaches you can't escape from no matter how hard you try."

　The Knight of the Uprightness, who was in charge of tracking, lowered his head in silence as he listened to Tristan's confident words. He then turned his gaze towards Oberon, who was traveling with him.

　"Don't worry, this is just something that men can never say out loud.

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　The so-called face, for a man. For a knight like Tristan, especially for a man like Tristan who was previously extremely confident and boastful, an excellent Knight of the Round Table.

　Absolutely impossible to admit

　"If Sir Bedivere were here, he would have suggested something like, 'Sir Tristan, please be mindful of this. I will guide you from now on, and you can sleep peacefully.'"

　"Is this some kind of round table joke...a specialty of pan-human history?"

　Oberon listened to Tristan's words and subconsciously complained.

　"Isn't this just getting lost?! And Sir Bedivere is speechless with you! Even if Sieg-kun knows nothing, he's more reliable than you by just leading the way!"

　Leonardo da Vinci pointed out the problem more directly than Fujimaru Ritsuka.

　"Is... is that so? Sir Bedivere is speechless... And, umm—intuition? Such a nostalgic way of leading the way..."

　Tristan's cheeks flushed slightly with shyness.

　"I'm so sad... If you had just said it, I would have played a piece of isolated music for you right away..."

　No, no, no... If I really do this, Lord Bedivere will definitely be angry, right?

　As Fujimaru Ritsuka thought this in his heart, he looked at the thick fog that had begun to grow thicker around them, and spoke again:

　"The current situation is not good..."

　"Is this indeed because of the fog?"

　Tristan closed his eyes again and began to look around.

　The fog has begun to grow thicker.

　"I set up a demon string on the way here so that I wouldn't wander around in the same place again..."

　"Reliable Sir Tristan!"

　Mashu's face showed a look of joy. This way, even if they couldn't move forward, they could retreat back to the landing point and wait for the fog to dissipate before continuing on their way.

　"but..."

　Tristan frowned, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his cheek.

　"At some point, the string snapped. It wasn't someone who cut it, but I let go of it myself... It's like being fully prepared, but forgetting everything I did the next moment... I forgot what I was thinking a minute ago."

　"so--"

　The words were interrupted, and a high-density magical reaction was displayed on Ortenaus's detector, accompanied by a sudden rise of thick fog around him.

　A roar accompanied by an ominous aura attacked directly onto Mashu's shield.

　"Ritsuka! Prepare to attack!"

　The moment Da Vinci finished speaking, the spear carrying his flag and bow and arrow pierced through the fog and pierced Morse's body with unmatched force.

　The powerful force sent the mosses flying together. Then, they were riddled with arrows in mid-air.

　Oberon looked at the tall knight who slowly withdrew his hand and summoned his spear again. The previous ease on his face had long disappeared.

　It is natural and certain that he cannot rival a regular combat servant.

　but...

　What if it's a ghost?

　What if we compare the other party to a phantom that is forcibly summoned and then manifested, that is, the losers in history, those who have not been truly described, but only have a few words to show their strength?

　There are certainly many assassins who can compete for the name of Hassan, but only a few can truly become Hassan.

　But do those assassins who were not chosen have no power?

　the answer is negative.

　Although it is not well-known, it is not a very famous existence.

　But it still has certain combat capabilities.

　The so-called familiar of the girl is such an existence.

　There are no skills, no strategies, and no treasures.

　Some are just powers that are infinitely close to those phantoms.

　Although it is still a little worse, the familiar is not afraid of death.

　"Although I've already confirmed the relevant information, and Percival has also described it, but the moment I saw it with my own eyes, it still felt incredible..."

　Mass-produced phantoms, they can be found all over Britain, right?

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　"Another enemy attack?"

　"No, it wasn't. That was the other party's assistance. The attack was directed at those monsters from the beginning. It had nothing to do with us. And then—"

　While answering Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, Tristan walked towards the spear that was stuck straight into the ground.

　Tristan slowly pulled up the spear with dirt on it, and then swung it hard in the air.

　Along with the rustling sound of the flags as the strong wind swept through them, the overlapping flags of the evil dragon and the round table were clearly visible to everyone.

　The next second, several badges slowly fell out and landed on the ground.

　"This is!"

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　Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes became visibly filled with joy.

　The round table could represent Galahad or the Knights of the Round Table, but the blue pattern on the dragon's chest represents only one.

　"Is this Sieg's spear? What was that attack just now?"

　"No, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt your joy, but I have to correct you. This spear is not the weapon used by knights like me, but the standard spear used by ordinary guards knights."

　Tristan narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the spear in his hand.

　Some are even heavier, and there's a remnant of magical power on them that's hard to imagine its original size...

　"And it's these badges..."

　Da Vinci handed the badge in his hand to everyone, one for each person, just the right amount.

　"Yes, this is indeed a good item from Miss Zig, but why?"

　Why not show up in person?

　Why hide yourself in this fog?

　The leading captain was silent for a moment as he looked at the few remaining badges in his hand.

　The master had given us a few extra badges to be on the safe side as a guarantee for additional personnel. Now the badges have been handed over, and the master hasn't said what to do with the remaining badges...

　A flash of scarlet light flashed through the gap on the helmet.

　I am now a certified knight with a badge!

　The next moment, the fist wrapped in iron armor hit its helmet directly.

　"You want to keep it all for yourself..."

　On the other side of the fog, a group of solemn knights in tattered armor, with exquisite badges hanging on their chests, walked away with their heads held high, leaving Oberon standing there with a speechless look on his face.

　The Sighing Knight, the Tsuchiya Baby, the Fairy Knight, and the Chaldean Heroine were still communicating with each other.

　until--

　"How, would——"

　The Fairy Knight's somewhat intermittent voice continued to be heard.

　"Mashu? What's wrong?"

　The baby Zhe looked at the fairy knight with some confusion.

　"The Black Gun—no, Ortenaus—it can't...work properly..."

　The fairy knight fell to the ground the moment he finished speaking, as if he was uttering his last words.