The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"Why..."

　Bedivere quickly supported Mashu, with disbelief in his eyes.

　"Matthew?"

　Ritsuka Fujimaru took a few steps back, came to Mashu's side, and held her up with his hand.

　"Ms. Ziegler...why..."

　"Why, do you want to make such a choice?"

　The moonlight fell on the girl's face, allowing people to see her expression clearly.

　The girl looked at the palm of her hand, then raised her head, and smiled gently at Mashu with a smile on her lips.

　"Because... I am not the same being as everyone else. Whether beast or human, I am merely a being caught between the two. Rather than constantly wavering between the two, I should simply make up my mind and become 'myself.'"

　"but!"

　The girl shook her head slightly.

　"I'm older than Mashu, you know? Albion is a dragon that's been around since the creation of the Earth. That's why I'm the older sister. An older sister is supposed to protect her, right?"

　"Fu! Fuwu!"

　Under the light moonlight, the girl smiled slightly and made up her mind.

　“At that time, I was really grateful…”

　The girl bent down towards the tall figure.

　A silver waterfall slid down from the girl's shoulders as she moved.

　The dim Command Seal behind it caught everyone's eye at this moment.

　"You have made up your mind completely. As an enemy of humanity, you have stood against humanity. I should have fulfilled my duty and defeated you, but..."

　The dark blue netherworld fire kept leaping in the air.

　"You have sided with humanity's enemies to save humanity. I have no reason to be your enemy. You have already defied fate. Therefore, this sword may be yours. As long as you remain steadfast in your convictions, O beast of salvation, and your heart's faith remains unwavering, I will not wield my sword against you, much less expel you."

　"Is this really okay... standing on the side of me, an enemy of humanity?"

　The girl raised her body and tilted her head as she listened to the other person's words.

　"It's okay,

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　To save humanity, you are willing to transform into a vicious beast and stand against humanity. You have the qualifications to respond, and this has nothing to do with who you are.

　The blue eyes under the mask narrowed slightly as he looked at the rest of the people around him.

　"But—your words are another matter."

　"Who is this?"

　Sanzang quietly approached Bedivere and asked the latter tentatively.

　"I'm sorry about this, too..."

　Bedivere held his silver arm and shook his head.

　"Sanzang, I suggest you shut up. If possible, even stop breathing. The other party is not a simple person. Even if the oppressive feeling disappears, it will still make people..."

　"Magician..."

　The dark figure looked at everyone.

　Hassan with Cursed Arms and Hassan with a Hundred Faces, who were kneeling on the ground, suddenly felt their bodies shaken violently.

　"Your voice has been heard, your desire to save the times has been recognized by my sword. However, if you face me, you must be prepared to face death..."

　The sharp sword was slowly pulled out of the ground, and the scarred sword blade exuded the breath of death.

　"I have completely lost the dignity of being an old man in the mountains..."

　Hassan's head, who was in a coma, was suddenly covered by fog, and a terrifying scream broke out from the fog.

　"Don't worry about the process, just focus on the result. This is the test you must go through and overcome... Which side's head will fall on the scales..."

　"Master Shodai! If you wish to use it, use my head! Jingji won't be able to bear it!"

　Hassan of Curse Arms had his forehead pressed firmly against the ground, and he was shouting loudly, trying to fight for a glimmer of hope for Hassan of Quiet.

　"Foolish! It was my sword that cut off your head. It is not something that can be used in rituals."

　The first generation Hassan raised the giant sword with one hand and held it in front of himself, with a faint blue flame on his chest constantly flickering.

　"The head of the Serene Elder will become this group's tribute. Just hand it over to one side of the scale."

　"Are you asking us to kill our companions?"

　After Fujimaru Ritsuka handed Mashu to Bedivere to support her, he walked straight towards the first Hassan with no fear in his eyes.

　"You haven't even had a conversation with her yet..."

　"But you said it, didn't you? Don't care about the process, just look at the result? The result is that Serene Hassan will become our partner..."

　Ritsuka Fujimaru walked in front of the first generation Hassan, and his eyes met the two faint blue spots under the skull mask.

　"We won't take action! No one here asked you to come out without permission! No one needs you to come out! We won't allow you to come out and kill our companions for no reason!"

　The moment the words fell, red lightning illuminated the sky, heavy armor attached to his body, and the tip of Clarent's sword in his hand pointed directly at the first generation Hassan.

　"That's right! We are not the kind of people who will just sit there and wait for death!"

　"Senior, you are right..."

　Mashu took a deep breath, then steadied herself, shield in hand poised for attack.

　"Everyone! This has nothing to do with you! Shodai-sama, at least!"

　"It doesn't matter..."

　A heavy voice came out of the mouth of the first Hassan. The giant sword in front of him was placed back on the ground. His hands were folded on the hilt, and the faint blue flames kept flickering.

　"Having made this resolution, you have already proven your resolve. Cursed Arm... your head will remain with you for now."

　The fog slowly dissipated from above Hassan's head, and the huge figure returned to darkness accompanied by the sound of bells and the light of fire.

　"My fellow magicians... there are things you must know: the Lion King's true intentions, the Sun King's nonsense, the flaws in human nature, the evil of mankind, and the beginning of everything. Once you have mastered everything, my sword will return to being your vanguard."

　A heavy sound continued to ring in the dark night, the bell began to become more and more distant, and some white feathers slowly fell from the sky.

　"Knight of the Sun, Gawain, my sword will transform into a bird of prey to peck out that man's eyes, and my black robe will transform into night to devour the holy city."

　"The otherworldly realm in the desert holds what you seek. It's beyond the reach of that Sun King. Buried within the yellow sands lies a treasure trove of knowledge, its name being the Atlas Academy."

　The yellow sand suddenly rose up along with the whirlwind, and the dark figure completely disappeared in the distance.

　The crimson dragon eyes looked in the direction it was going away, and scorching jets burst out from the extra limbs extending from the waist.

　The black wings with flowing light stretched out completely in the dark night.

　Armor began to be applied from the skin up, and weapons that were completely unsuitable for humans of this era appeared one after another.

　Dragon Pack changes.

　A rainbow of light began to appear from the horizon, and the sun burst out from the veil of night.

　"It's time to know the truth about the burning of human principles, magician's apprentice, wait until

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　, I will appear on the battlefield as the sword that announces destiny."

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　"Why would you do that? Didn't you want to help Ritsuka and the others?"

　The roar of the engine gradually weakened, and the reaction power of the magic furnace began to decrease continuously.

　Like a fighter jet landing, the girl slowly landed in the temple and looked at the first generation Hassan standing in the center.

　"There are some things they must know the inside story of, otherwise they will never have another chance to learn."

　"Is that so?"

　The girl nodded gently, then reached out and took out a piece of exquisite dessert from the void and handed it to the person in front of her.

　"If I think about it carefully, I don't have anything else on me that could be used as a thank you gift except this, so..."

　The eyes flashing with blue light looked quietly at the snack in the girl's hand. After a moment of silence, the fingers wrapped in sharp nails slowly stretched out from the girl's hand and took the snack.

　"It doesn't matter..."

　People who wander on the boundary between life and death are, in a sense, also beings that transcend time.

　The one who defeated fate...

　"Come to think of it... Can I call you grandpa? I just had this thought for no reason. It's okay if you can't... I'm really sorry for making such an unreasonable request..."

　"That's fine, you can call me whatever you want. I'm nameless, so I don't care about that, and there are no rules."

　Ultimately, while the path remains largely the same as before, some deviations have occurred. I'm sure the final result will be what you wish for...

　"I see... Thank you very much, Grandpa."

　The girl smiled, then turned and left the temple, flying back towards the village in the distance.

　"..."

　The blue flames flickered as the pinched snack was slowly brought to the mouth, and the chewing sounds silently echoed in the temple.

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　"Dangdang!"

　Clarent fell straight to the ground, and Modred sat on the ground without any hesitation, gasping for breath.

　"Who was that old man just now?"

　Sanzang looked around and confirmed that the other party had disappeared, then asked Hassan with a Hundred Faces and Hassan with Cursed Arms who were lying motionless on the ground.

　"That lord is the original Hassan, the source of our names. Whenever a Hassan becomes corrupt, that lord appears and cuts off our heads..."

　"Isn't that right?"

　Hassan the Hundred Faces nodded.

　"Just as you think, the first generation is Hassan who kills Hassan. Every Hassan will see the first generation before his death... But compared to that——"

　Hassan of the Hundred Faces looked at Hassan of the Cursed Arms.

　"You've actually already made that kind of resolution?"

　"Ah, in order to defeat the Lion King, the First Generation is the fighting force we need..."

　Arash frowned as he listened to the conversation between the two.

　"Brother Cursed Arm, you wouldn't be using your life as a price to exchange for their combat power, would you?"

　"That's quite a keen observation, Mr. Arash..."

　Cursed-Wrist Hassan chuckled twice and nodded.

　"why?"

　In response to Mashu's question, Hassan the Cursed Arm did not give too much explanation, but silently looked at the starry sky.

　"The First Master will only appear when a Hassan has become corrupted. Whether it's the corruption of the heart or the corruption of the skills, the fact that Curse-Wrist is determined to go to the temple to meet the First Master means that he is already corrupted and no longer qualified..."

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　Fairy Knight: Twenty-Two: Pulled Out of Loneliness

　"So, Master Cursed Arm actually intended to lead us to meet this... the First Hassan?"

　Bedivere frowned as he listened to the two's descriptions, then tentatively summarized the cause and effect of the matter based on everything that had happened.

　"Exactly..."

　Hassan the Cursed Wrist nodded.

　"I originally planned to take everyone to the temple deep in the mountains tomorrow morning to meet the First-Daimyo in person. But I never expected that the First-Daimyo would come in person..."