The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"!" Melusin woke up from her dream with a jump and jumped directly from the bed to the carpet.

　That dream just now...

　My sister ran off with someone else...

　Absolutely not

　Smoothing her hair, Melusin walked slowly on the carpet to the wooden table. The lunch box, wrapped in heat preservation magic, lay quietly on the table, waiting for her to open it.

　It's still a dream...

　How could her most adorable sister be kidnapped by someone?

　Sitting on the chair and gently stretching out your hand, the heat preservation magic slowly dissipates as the lunch box is opened, and the hot steam of the broth rushes out of the box along with the aroma.

　Gently pick up a piece of meat with a fork and put it into your mouth, the juice and wonderful taste burst out in your mouth.

　Her eyes narrowed in happiness, and her legs, slightly off the ground, swayed back and forth.

　It's as if gorgeous flowers are blooming around me.

　I'm in a good mood today and I'm not feeling sleepy anymore...

　Let's go to the morning court later...

　I can no longer imagine what I would become if Sieg really disappeared from my sight one day...

　But there is no need to imagine, and there is no need to imagine.

　Because they are the strongest.

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　"The strongest..."

　The blonde fairy looked at herself in the mirror, covering her mouth and smiling softly, her eyes full of teasing.

　Complex lines began to emerge on the skin.

　"Wouldn't it be more interesting this way?"

　If I die, your lovely sister will also die because of this curse. What will become of you?

　"Hahahaha——"

　The blond goblin had a strange smile on his face, and then he reached out and stroked the tattered skin on the table as if he was touching some treasure.

　That was what was abandoned when the girl was resurrected - herself.

　It feels so wonderful to destroy something with your own hands, doesn’t it?

　Since you no longer belong to me wholeheartedly, then

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　So that you can destroy...

　"Ahhh...how wonderful!"

　Already, can't wait to see that day...

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　Fairy Knight: 16. You can't survive without fighting

　Looking at Lancelot who was easily carried back to the tent by Arash, Bedivere smiled silently.

　Should we say that he is worthy of being the Servant who originated from the Archer in this area?

　Although most archers require strong arms, otherwise it would be difficult to even draw the bow, but this kind of terrifying arm strength is rare even among archers.

　Gently putting down the bowl in his hand, Bedivere retracted his gaze and looked at the campfire quietly.

　The dancing flames reflected in his pupils, as if transmitting the burning pain of completely burning his body from the inside out to him at all times.

　This body and this soul have reached their limits.

　The fifteen hundred years of journey did not change his will, and the guilt in his heart reminded him every moment.

　Now, he saw the light, the light before the dawn...

　Bedivere stood up quietly, glanced at everyone one last time, and then slowly turned around to leave.

　It should be very smooth to open it when no one is paying attention.

　At least that's how it should be.

　Looking at the girl in front of him, Bedivere smiled bitterly.

　"As expected, nothing can be hidden from you, ma'am..."

　The girl nodded gently, her scarlet dragon eyes flashing with brilliant light.

　"After all, I have more or less learned how to use clairvoyance from Merlin..."

　"That's it..."

　Bedivere sat back on the stone again, his only remaining arm tightly grasping his silver arm, and cold sweat began to slide down his cheeks.

　"If you can't hold on, don't force it. Otherwise, before I see that power, you'll be the first to collapse..."

　The girl stretched out her hand, and a spot of light slowly shot out from her fingertips and then merged into Bedivere's body. The healing magic was once again activated at full power, repairing the parts that could still be repaired.

　The pain in my body disappeared quickly like the receding tide.

　"But ma'am... this pain is something I must endure..."

　The girl shook her head.

　"If pain is a witness, then what is the sword?"

　Bedivere's movements froze for a moment, then he looked at his silver arm.

　"Excessive paranoia will only lead to self-destruction, and the pain will never go away. But you need to give it a break for a while. It's a good thing that you've made up your mind, but..."

　The girl paused, then raised her head and looked up at the sky.

　The black curtain was covered with stars, and a huge halo was slowly rotating in the sky.

　"You are the one who needs to witness it to the end, the one who sees the king being killed with your own eyes."

　Bedivere's pupils suddenly shrank.

　"You've only made up your mind to return the holy sword, but what about after that?"

　"Ma'am...I..."

　Bedivere's voice was a little hoarse.

　"You've shown me how far the power of emotion can sustain a person. I'll take care of the rest. All you have to do now is fulfill your unfinished duties and witness King Arthur's end."

　The girl looked at the starry sky and spoke to Bedivere, with a smile on her lips.

　The smiling blond figure in my memory began to completely overlap with the girl's figure.

　Are you tired? Are you in pain?

　The blurry figure seemed to be asking himself this.

　"You, like Lord Agragwen, always overwork yourself... It's time to give yourself a break, Lord Bedivere."

　No...I should be...

　"No matter what the outcome, you will always be my most loyal knight..."

　The golden figure standing by the city wall slowly turned around and smiled at Bedivere.

　He committed a crime out of loyalty to the king.

　"Go and do as she says, Lord Bedivere..."

　There is always someone who has to bear the malice and someone who has to bear the sin.

　He has witnessed so much in the past 1,500 years.

　When the soul, spirit, and body have been completely pushed to their limits...

　A hand reached out.

　The corners of Bedivere's mouth curled up slightly.

　yes...

　I am the guilty knight Bedivere...

　"This is my last order, my loyal knight..."

　The golden figure smiled and looked at his knight.

　“Follow your heart.”

　The figure turned into a point of light, bringing away sadness and pain, and the sins committed began to gradually alleviate.

　"My heart..."

　Bedivere repeated this in his mouth, his eyes looking at the starry sky.

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　In the middle of the sky, a star began to twinkle slowly, as if responding to Bedivere.

　"No matter how tainted, no matter how far away, there is no need for others to call..."

　I will also hold up my own morning star...

　The silver arm slowly stretched out towards the sky, aimed at the twinkling star, and then clenched into a fist.

　After maintaining this posture for a while, Bedivere slowly lowered his hand, turned around and knelt on one knee facing the girl.

　"Please forgive me for everything I have done, ma'am... You are a being far purer and more flawless than I have ever known..."

　The girl shook her head slightly.

　"Maybe it seems that way to you, but in other places, I might be different..."

　In the shadows, Hassan the Cursed frowned under his mask, then he sighed helplessly.

　"It's my duty, but eavesdropping is definitely not something I should do... If I do that, I won't be able to refuse, right?"

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　As the days passed, the remaining upright knights under Lancelot began to dwindle in number as they searched for his whereabouts.

　The group relied on the mountain as cover and attacked continuously from all directions.

　The girl used her speed to directly cut off the communication and supply routes of the Knights of Justice.

　After entering the mountains to explore, the Knight of Justice who was responsible for guarding the camp was engulfed in flames in a moment.

　The Knights of Honour who entered the mountains had to face the elusive Hassan the Cursed Wrist and long-range snipers who attacked from nowhere.

　If you are lucky enough not to die, what will follow is the coldly shining Arondite, the huge shield and the rapier.

　In less than a week, the guerrilla knight Lancelot was completely left alone.

　As for progress reports, since Lancelot and Agravin never got along, a few days of silence wouldn't be a big deal.

　In addition, Lancelot's Knights of Justice had also reported the situation before, so they could delay the situation for a few more days before the other party realized something was wrong.

　"This should be the last team. From now on, our time will enter the countdown..."

　After Arondite cleanly wiped the neck of the last Knight of Uprightness, Lancelot turned around and looked at the girl.

　The girl nodded, then reached out and grabbed Lancelot's cloak with an expectant look on his face, and took him directly back to the village.

　"Well... next time... can you..."

　The girl tilted her head in confusion.

　"But you almost fainted last time when we held hands, didn't you?"

　"I won't do that next time. I promise you that on my reputation as Lancelot!"

　"Oh well..."