The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　She is a human, a fairy, and a dragon. She is a being born from the mixture of several existences. She is pure white, born from the convergence of countless colors and some inexplicable reactions. She is an existence that constantly changes itself according to others.

　"Fairy... Little Zig, are you talking about beings of the same nature as Vivian and the other lake fairies?"

　"Well..."

　The girl smiled gently without saying much.

　"I have a feeling that it's not always a good thing for little Sieg to become more human-like..."

　"After all, humans are inherently difficult to understand... Even as a replica, I've only inherited a portion of their inner being: the sky, the possibilities..."

　Listening to Sieg's words, Da Vinci subconsciously glanced at his Sphinx. The sails on it and the wings stored on both sides of the body were swaying gently, as if echoing the girl's words.

　"That's true... Humans are beings whose goal is the sky. No matter how far away, no matter how tainted, there will always be fools who will grasp those unreachable stars. Humans are just that kind of creature..."

　This is a mark deeply imprinted on the deepest part of the human soul, a testament to the very essence of the human spirit. Once this final mark is worn away, even if the body remains alive, in the end, it will still be nothing more than a corpse.

　"Compared to that..."

　Mash, shield in hand, stepped forward and stood before the girl, a hint of hope in her eyes. Then, facing the girl's somewhat doubtful expression, she slowly spoke:

　"Although it may be a bit rude, I still hope that Miss Zig can call me sister?"

　"Um...Mashu, do you want me to call you sister?"

　Mashu's cheeks began to turn slightly red, and her tone subconsciously carried a hint of panic.

　"Because... because in a sense, I am the same as Miss Zieger. We are both artificial beings. We have never been exposed to normal human life, even though the doctor has been teaching me..."

　The desire deep in one's heart begins to be infinitely magnified in the face of the white paper, and the white paper also responds to the growing desire and begins to change.

　Listening to Mash's words, Lancelot straightened up slightly, then looked sharply at Romani Akiman across the screen.

　The next moment, neither of them let their eyes meet in the air, and both of their faces showed caution.

　On one side is the doctor who worked hard to raise Mashu and taught her common sense, and on the other side is the father of the heroic spirit in her body. The two have long been merged into one, and in a sense, they can also be regarded as a father-daughter relationship.

　I'm enough for Mashu's father!

　Romani Akiman's eyes were filled with seriousness at this moment, as if he had once again become the omnipotent magic king he once was.

　Watching this scene happening in secret, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Da Vinci's mouth. The upper part of his gauntlet opened slightly, revealing a small camera.

　She is an omnipotent genius, Leonardo da Vinci. She just made a camera for temporary image storage by hand on the spot!

　She'd already missed one of these moments! She had to record this next one! Then she'd sell it at a high price in her own shop. Those employees who missed this exciting moment during their shifts would definitely spend a fortune on it!

　This way, her plan will have more resources to guarantee...

　Thoughts are beautiful, reality is skinny.

　A flash of golden electric current hit the camera like an uppercut, and then a terrifying high temperature erupted in an instant, completely turning it into ashes.

　Let me just fulfill my duties as a daughter for now...

　After quietly firing a bolt of lightning that shattered Leonardo da Vinci's dream of making a fortune, the girl returned her attention to Mashu and slowly moved her lips.

　"elder sister..."

　The two who were just on the verge of a fight to the death turned their gazes at the same time and looked at Mashu and Sieg.

　The next moment, the symbol of the Round Table, the defense that would never be broken as long as one was firm in one's belief, fell directly to the ground, just like Lancelot not long ago.

　If it's absolute defense, wouldn't it be better to just go around it?

　"But...can you call me again?"

　So, this is what it feels like to be a senior?

　My body feels light and my mind is very relaxed, as if endless power is constantly surging out of my body.

　The power of the spiritual base was completely released, and the surging magic power gathered on his body.

　In response to that change—

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　People are unable to perform to their fullest potential.

　In response to that spiritual foundation—

　Mash Kyrielight, the return of the spirit base begins.

　In response to my weak self——

　I want to... protect everyone...

　For the blue sky without blizzards—

　A shield exists to protect others.

　For that wish, for a pair of warm hands——

　Everything came to an abrupt stop. Everything around him disappeared without a trace. What replaced it was the heat and flames produced by the explosion. He was trapped under the rubble and the senior who was holding his hands tightly.

　"Your life is already on its countdown. Even if you do nothing, you won't be able to live much longer..."

　even so...

　"Hey!"

　A male voice came from behind him.

　"Hell lies ahead!"

　"yes..."

　but...

　"On the road to hell, someone has already joined me... no, joined us, right?"

　A brilliant light burst out from his chest, and the armor on his body began to change. The hem of his clothes extended along the bottom edge of the armor, and a rapier slowly appeared at his waist.

　"I see... For a woman who has made up her mind, it would be impolite to advise or stop her. Please allow me to apologize, ma'am."

　The silver-haired knight knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

　"The word 'we'... is so gentle, ma'am..."

　"That 'sister' isn't just for me, Knight Galahad."

　"Of course I know. Thank you for your concern. This power is powerful. As long as you have firm faith, no attack can break it. So please use it freely, just as..."

　My apology...

　A dazzling white light burst out, and the illusory Cretaceous City emerged on the spot, enveloping everyone.

　"Thank you very much, Miss Zieger."

　In the city, Mashu smiled at the girl.

　The Cretaceous City slowly disappeared like a mirage.

　"Senior, I have enough strength..."

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　Fairy Knight: Fourteen: People of the Mountain

　"I see... Due to some small opportunity, the Heroic Spirit within me finally responded to Mashu's call..."

　Romani Akiman's hands were typing rapidly on the keyboard, and lines of data and test images flew past his eyes one after another.

　"This might work! We just need to wait for the side effects of Sieg to wear off, and then we can unite with the Sun King Osmandis and the people of the mountain. Our chances of winning will be much better!"

　"Yes, Romani, but this conclusion assumes that the Mountain People will really ally with us..."

　As Da Vinci spoke, he looked into the distance. A man wearing a skull mask was rushing towards him in a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve. He held several throwing knives in his hands. It was obvious that he was in combat mode and came to check the situation.

　Lancelot took the lead and drew out Arondite to block everyone, or rather, in front of Mash and Sieg.

　"The enemy is approaching at high speed. Do we need to take action?"

　While the girl was observing Hassan's movements, the shield in her hand began to transform into spirit particles and reassembled into Balmung, standing in front of her. She pressed her body down slightly, and the magic power in her body began to accumulate, and she was ready to go.

　"Excuse me, could you tell me what the mountain dweller who came here looks like?"

　At this moment, a voice reached everyone's ears.

　Facing the leading woman's question, Sieg blinked lightly.

　"Skull mask, black tights, thin figure, right arm is obviously deformed and wrapped in cloth..."

　"That's it..."

　The woman nodded and walked forward slowly as she spoke, holding her necklace tightly in her hand.

　"If it's really him, please don't attack me. I'll handle everything."

　"doctor?"

　Ritsuka Fujimaru looked directly at Romani Akiman with a look asking for help.

　"Well, don't worry, Ritsuka. I don't think it will be any big problem."

　Da Vinci smiled, walked over and patted Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder, his eyes quietly resting on the necklace on the woman's chest, a ray of light was flashing in the pierced ruby.

　"Sir Lancelot, lay down your weapons. If we want to negotiate, shouldn't we show appropriate respect?"

　Bedivere covered his silver arm and slowly walked to Lancelot's side.

　"Sir Bedivere..."

　Lancelot hesitated for a moment with a complicated expression and then looked back at Sieg.

　Seeing that the girl had put down the Balmung in her hand and looked at him calmly, Lancelot also put Arondite back to his waist, but held

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　His hand still did not let go, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword at any time.

　The other party seemed to have noticed that everyone was putting away their weapons. After hesitating in the air for a moment, he no longer hid his whereabouts and came straight towards everyone in broad daylight.

　"Although I've heard that young strangers rescued our compatriots and covered their retreat, such a large group of refugees is still really..."

　Hassan, with one arm wrapped in a cloth, landed steadily on the ground. Beneath his hunched figure was hidden murderous intent, and his voice reached everyone's ears through the mask.

　"And he brought three Knights of the Round Table..."

　His eyes were tightly furrowed beneath the mask, and as he scanned everyone, his gaze met a familiar figure in the crowd.

　The words that were about to come out of my mouth suddenly stopped.

　No matter how separated we are, no matter how much we abandon our past identities.

　What has happened cannot be changed.

　The other person's appearance had changed slightly, and his own face had been discarded along with the past.

　but...

　The two just stared at each other without saying a word.

　"Old Man of the Mountains, these people have escorted us all the way to you. Although we have been persecuting you before, there are still women, children, and the elderly in the team. Such words may seem a bit selfish..."

　Another man leading the refugee group came out and knelt down in front of Hassan.

　"Please at least... please accept them into the village. I'm really, really sorry..."

　Hassan was silent for a moment.

　"As long as you still harbor a sense of guilt, you are still qualified to enter this village hidden deep in the mountains. But these knights, these strangers..."

　"He can be trusted. His fighting ability is essential to resisting the Lion King."

　Another male voice came from behind Hassan.

　The visitor was Arash, who had previously met Sieg and Bedivere in the ruins outside the holy city.

　"Sir Arash?"

　Arash walked up and patted Hassan on the shoulder.