The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"Mashu!? Mashu!?"

　The baby Zhezhi ran over subconsciously.

　The fog, which had been slightly dispersed due to the previous attack, enveloped them again, becoming even thicker than before.

　"...Matthew? Da Vinci?"

　The heroine of Chaldea looked around at the fog, searching for any trace of the two.

　It’s so strange...why can’t I name some of them?

　"What's wrong with you two? I can feel your presence right next to me... but is it getting farther away? No... we'll get separated in this fog..."

　"I'll go call them back. Remember their names are—"

　The knight sighed and stopped walking.

　What’s your name?

　Speaking of which, who am I?

　His consciousness was instantly cut off, and his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, causing a loud noise.

　"Wait a minute! Redhead!"

　The heroine of Chaldea ran towards the source of the sound.

　No...I can't remember the name...

　Red-haired, what was it?

　Speaking of which...who am I?

　My vision began to darken, and my body gradually lost all strength.

　With a "thump", the heroine of Chaldea fell to the ground.

　"rustle..."

　The sound of footsteps slowly began.

　Oberon slowly walked to the side of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

　"Yeah, since they're our first customers, we need to be prepared... But, the badge doesn't actually block out the fog? Or... isn't it actually meant to block out the fog?"

　"But it doesn't matter. What's most important is what's happening right now. I'll do my best to trust and support the Master..."

　"What? You ask me whether they or Galahad are more worthy of trust."

　Oberon blinked, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

　"Of course it's Galahad's side, because she suggested I help Chaldea. That's why I'm with the Knight of Justice, isn't it?"

　"Although that's what I meant to do, but you know what I meant to do, right?"

　"Invest, invest."

　“Everything requires capital.”

　"If someone is willing to provide me with start-up capital, I'll be very generous with it, okay?"

　"It's just that this 100 million yuan start-up capital is a bit exaggerated..."

　Auberon muttered to himself as his figure disappeared into the thick fog.

　"It's foggy, guys."

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　Fairyland: Twenty Brother

　Without any color, as if it has gone through time

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　It's like an old photo that has completely faded after being washed by the long river.

　If the first memory lost was color, then the figure in front of him began to blur and become gradually unclear.

　The fog was like a pair of hands that could not be avoided. One hand covered his eyes, preventing him from seeing the situation in front of him, while the other hand kept rubbing the photo hard, washing away everything on it.

　Colors, shapes, characters...

　It won't stop until everything is completely gone, until there's nothing left but the white film.

　But even so...

　Instincts cannot be washed away.

　Memory is ultimately just data that exists only in the brain. It has no effect on habits or muscle memory.

　and so--

　His hands were waving wildly in the air, and his mouth was opening and closing as if he was trying to make some sound.

　Dense and tiny beads of sweat had already covered his forehead, and his long eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was experiencing a nightmare.

　He dipped the handkerchief, which had already been soaked with sweat, in water and wiped it across his smooth forehead again.

　“Mashu——”

　Like the last loud cry of a dying person, the girl waved her hands wildly in the air with a force that Artoria Cast had never seen before, directly knocking the handkerchief in her hand away.

　“Mashu——”

　His eyes snapped open in inexplicable panic, freeing himself from the constraints of the nightmare.

　His upper body stood straight up from the simple bed, and his mouth was still following his instinct and subconsciously calling out the name called "Mash".

　Altria Caster picked up the handkerchief and looked at the orange-haired girl who had woken up with a happy expression on her face.

　"Great! You're awake! Since you don't look injured, I think your life is safe..."

　Artoria Caster gently wiped the orange-haired girl's cheek with her handkerchief as if she was taking care of a patient, whispering softly, as if she was taking care of something fragile.

　"Oh, of course. If you feel any pain, please let me know... I'm only a novice, but I can still handle some simple treatments."

　"You are--"

　The orange-haired girl put her hand to cover her forehead, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she kept thinking hard in her mind.

　The face of the blonde girl in the wide hat in front of him gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory, whose appearance had long been worn out and could not be distinguished.

　"Matthew?"

　A moment of surprise appeared on Altria Caster's face, then she threw the handkerchief in her hand into the basin, and her eyes began to shift unconsciously.

　"Ah, um... Hmm, is that my name? I remember it was..."

　Altria Caster pretended to be enlightened and muttered to herself, her eyes occasionally glancing at the badge that was exactly the same as the one Sieg had given her.

　"Ah... That's great. Actually, I forgot my name..."

　"But Mashu? I see, it's a really good name. Short, original, and gentle..."

　How should I put it...it sounds very similar to the name Sieg...

　Gentle, powerful...

　While thinking this in his heart, he showed an extremely happy expression on the surface, as happy as a person who had lost his memory and found some of his memories.

　"Ah! But if you know my name, then it means that we are indeed companions!"

　A happy smile hung on Altria Caster's face, and her long golden hair swayed behind her with her movements.

　At first glance, she looks like a carefree country girl.

　"Good morning, Hamia. Do you remember where this place is? Do you know it?"

　The orange-haired girl called Hamia tilted her head in confusion as she listened to what Artoria Caster said.

　"Where is this...? Hamia...?"

　"Eh? You're... Miss Hamia, right? After all, you're wearing a brand name?"

　As Altria Caster spoke, she pointed at Hamia's chest.

　The badge given by the girl had been pinned on the dress at some point, and next to the badge was a brand name that was even more retro than the badge.

　"We seem to have fallen into the Nameless Forest. Do you remember the Nameless Forest? If you accidentally enter it, you will be swallowed by the fog and eventually get completely lost there..."

　"As you get lost, you gradually lose track of yourself, and eventually even your name and past are completely forgotten..."

　"This is the so-called Nameless Forest, the forest of no return. Even in Britain, it's the worst fairy territory... Why would we go to such a place?

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　As if to make the other party more convinced that she was Hamia's companion, Altria Caster's face also showed the same expression that Hamia showed at the beginning.

　"Is there something annoying that I have to forget? Like everyone ordered ginger ale, but I was the only one who got salt water..."

　No, no, this is obviously the waiter's fault, it's the waiter's fault!

　What a wonderful metaphor this is. Although I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but——

　Hamia, Nameless Forest... I don't understand at all!

　Hamia stretched out her hands and hugged her head fiercely. Her toes curled up subconsciously, and the mattress beneath her began to become extremely messy with the movement of her body.

　"H-Hamiya!? What happened? Why are you suddenly holding your head!?"

　Altria Caster's face showed an expression of extreme panic.

　Hmm...

　I can't tell what her relationship with Sieg is, but generally speaking, if she has that badge, their relationship shouldn't be that bad!

　Although the other party said that he could leave it completely to her, she still couldn't do it.

　It turns out that 16 years of accumulation is not so easy to give up.

　At least, I have to do something for Zig...

　Otherwise, I wouldn't have volunteered to take care of Hamia, right?

　"Could it be that he was attacked in the forest and I didn't notice? And his skull was deeply injured because of me?"

　but!

　The other party's current condition is definitely not good enough for me, right?!

　Hamia's face looks so painful!

　"No, that's not the case. It's probably because she can't remember who she is... About herself, about herself, about this place, she can't remember anything at all... After all, it's the same for me..."

　The red-haired knight came to Hamia's side at some point, and the harp in his hand was gently plucked, producing soothing music in an attempt to alleviate Hamia's pain.

　"Um... who are you?"

　Artoria Caster looked at the red-haired knight in front of her who had woken up silently and came to her and Hamia silently, and couldn't help but ask.

　Although he was frightened at first and instinctively wanted to raise the Rod of Selection and give it a little more, he suppressed his instinct for Sieg's sake.

　"Um...me?"

　The red-haired knight frowned slightly, and the strings in his hand made a short sound along with his expression.

　"If I could say what I remember, it's that I was her servant, and that I would protect my master with all my might, even at the cost of my life. This thought, etched in my mind, is the only thing that keeps me going."

　Hamia and Artoria Caster listened with their mouths wide open to the extremely touching and loyal words of the red-haired knight.

　"You are... No! I can't remember..."

　Hamiya once again reached out and held her forehead.

　"Please don't force me, my Lord... I told you to love Isolde... My apologies, I said the wrong thing..."

　The red-haired knight stopped talking mid-sentence as if realizing something and coughed lightly a few times.

　"Tristrum... My name is definitely Tristrum. You can see I have a name tag on my chest made of leaves in the same style. It's written in Old English."

　Where does your inexplicable confidence come from?

　And...what is Old English?

　Artoria Kaster listened to Tristrum's inexplicably confident words with a bewildered look on her face, and her heart was filled with doubts.

　"Really! Although I can't read it!"