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　Immediately afterwards, a huge amount of magic power burst out from the girl's body and soared into the sky.

　Magical power release is a method of releasing one's own magic power to attack. The power and attack range depend entirely on the user's magic power.

　For the girl, simply using magic power to defeat the sandstorm was a piece of cake.

　After all, her magic power is unlimited.

　“Although I’ve experienced this once, this is the first time I’ve seen it…”

　When faced with natural disasters, people are always helpless and have to seek other forces to solve the problems caused by natural disasters, rather than facing them head-on.

　"What incredible power... But considering they were the ones who shot down the stars, it's not surprising..."

　Otota nodded as he spoke.

　"Wow... I really don't understand the way you think! Please explain it more clearly, Touta!"

　Sanzang looked at the girl and then at Tota, who had a look of self-understanding on his face, before wrapping his arms around the other's neck again and starting to swing them.

　"That guy... now I'm left far behind, right?"

　Modred took off the helmet that he had worn to block the wind and sand, revealing his face. His hands wrapped in gauntlets grabbed his hair in annoyance, and his emerald green eyes looked at Lancelot.

　"Why don't you say a few words? Have you really become obsessed with your daughter?"

　"Any questions?"

　Hearing Mordred's question, Lancelot slowly turned his head with an extremely serious expression on his face.

　Mordred remained silent for a moment in response to Lancelot's answer, and the other party also remained silent, waiting for Mordred to respond.

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　answer.

　"I don't want to sit with you anymore, it's disgusting... and—"

　Mordred slowly stood up and walked away from Lancelot, a look of disgust on his face.

　"As her future king, I have an obligation to ensure my knights are safe from unpredictable risks."

　"That's a shame. As a father, I will never let her join your army."

　"You guys, do you want to fight?"

　Mordred and Lancelot's eyes met in the air, and there were faint flashes of lightning in their sight, like an illusion.

　"You're so energetic... Sir Bedivere, are you heading in the right direction? After all, there's nothing to serve as a landmark..."

　Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but smile as he watched what was happening to the Sphinx behind him through the rearview mirror.

　"The distance and direction are correct! My sense of direction is number one at the Round Table! I won't lose to anyone! This is my confidence! But if it's due to that man's words and the map's error, then there's nothing I can do!"

　"Inexplicable self-confidence..."

　The girl listened to Bedivere's words with some emotion.

　“Everyone has their own strengths...”

　Mashu held the girl's arm tightly, then pulled her towards herself, letting the girl lean on her shoulder.

　"How about Miss Zieger try to rely on others once in a while?"

　"Depend on?"

　The girl repeated this while resting her head on Mashu's shoulder.

　"Yes... occasionally rely on others for support, don't take everything on yourself..."

　As Mashu spoke, she placed her other hand on the girl's head and gently stroked it, her eyes gradually looking far away.

　Who was that person at that time?

　Mashu recalled Melcin's face and looked up and down at the girl who was staring at the sky in a daze.

　The faces are almost identical, except for slight differences in pupil color and body shape, the two people are just like twins.

　And he is also called the Fairy Knight...

　Mashu's brows gradually lowered, but soon returned to their previous state.

　The priority now should be how to find Atlas Court, and the rest of the things can be put aside for the time being.

　However, even with the intelligence and maps provided by Hassan the Hundred Faces, they are still at a loss.

　"The Westerner in the black cloak... the character he could be compared to is probably T.E. Lawrence, the one who was made into a movie and became widely known as 'Lawrence of Arabia'..."

　"Lawrence?"

　Bedivere looked back at Mash with a puzzled look.

　"He was one of the key figures in Egypt's independence, a British national, and fits the description of a Western face given by the intelligence..."

　"But that timeline seems a bit too close... Can someone like that truly become a Heroic Spirit?"

　"We can't really say for sure. After all, we saw characters from novels become Heroic Spirits in London before..."

　Ritsuka Fujimaru scratched his hair, answered Bedivere's questions, and continuously analyzed the information he had in his mind.

　"I remember the intelligence said that King Osmandis's divine beast should be near the ruins, right?"

　Bedivere was silent for a moment and then looked at the girl again.

　"If it's a sphinx, can we try to find its trace? This would be much better than wandering around in the desert relying on intuition..."

　"I agree with Lord Bedivere. We've gone deep enough now. If we keep going a little further, the Sphinx should be able to sense the presence of its own kind. After all, this is a whole flock of Sphinxes, so their presence should be immense!"

　"May I, Miss Zieger?"

　The girl nodded slightly, then lifted her head from Mashu's shoulder and looked behind her. A series of syllables that were completely incomprehensible to everyone came out of the girl's mouth.

　The Sphinx listened to the words the girl uttered and nodded, then jumped up and stood in front of the car.

　"If possible, I'd like everyone to be careful. It's just a hunch, but for some reason I've been getting this tingling sensation at the back of my neck. I feel like something ominous is approaching quickly... like a giant rock..."

　Sanzang released Otota's neck, grabbed the Sphinx's mane in his hand and warned everyone.

　"Although it may be a bit abrupt, Sanzang's intuition is something I personally cannot underestimate. So I suggest that you all prepare yourself..."

　"No problem. After all, we have always been preparing for the worst, right?"

　Mordred clasped his fists together and then collided them against each other in front of his chest, making a harsh sound as the armor rubbed against each other.

　The scorching sun was still hanging high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight directly covered the yellow sand.

　The air is filled with a hot smell all the time.

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　The woman blinked gently, then turned up the air humidifier in the car to a higher level again.

　Ever since I really turned into a vicious beast, strange things always appear in my mind from time to time.

　For example, the humidifier that was just projected.

　Although it feels a bit strange, it seems like an instinct that can be projected at will.

　Even if you don’t understand it yet, as long as you have an idea, you can project it.

　And not only daily necessities, but even various weapons and equipment used in war can be projected in a moment of thought.

　And it's not just that. Even Gilgamesh's Ship of Light can be projected immediately by mobilizing magic power as long as he wants.

　It’s as if he had experienced the entire history of human technological development.

　All products can be taken out at will without any need to understand their composition and working principles. As long as you think about it, you can achieve it.

　But it feels weird...

　In a sense, it wasn't a projection, or perhaps a little more advanced than a projection. However, he didn't step inside, only stayed outside the door, in the corridor.

　From the projection to the corridor of something.

　But it doesn’t matter. I can still use it normally as usual. Anyway, I don’t rely on projection to fight.

　On the distant hills, several sphinxes slowly raised their heads, their eyes beneath the masks flashing a terrifying red light as they looked at the vehicles and sphinxes that were stirring up a cloud of dust.

　Fellow humans... and Albion?

　The claw that had just been raised stopped in mid-air, and the red light under the mask dimmed again.

　Breath of the sun...it's all right...

　Several sphinxes buried their heads back into their paws and continued to sleep.

　"The Sphinx has fallen back into sleep, you can pass!"

　"Even though they're on patrol...but no matter how you look at it, this is just slacking off, right?"

　Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but complain as he looked at the Sphinx lying lazily on the yellow sand.

　"But this is also a good thing. It can avoid unnecessary conflicts. If we really become enemies with the herd of divine beasts, it would be a foolhardy act..."

　Bedivere chuckled a few times and continued speaking as Leonardo da Vinci said.

　"Stop, what are you rude people looking for in this land blessed by the Sun King?"

　A huge phantom rose into the sky, and the influence of Nitocris appeared before everyone.

　"Senior, it's Miss Nitocris..."

　Nitocris's sharp gaze swept over everyone before settling on Sieg.

　The girl raised her head, and their eyes met in the air.

　The golden sun exploded in Nitocris's eyes.

　"Pharaoh! This is extremely disrespectful to you! I'm truly sorry!"

　Nitocris, her majesty is gone.

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　Fairy Knight: Twenty-Six Sherlock Holmes

　Although he already knew that the other party was not the Pharaoh, the moment he saw her, Nitocris couldn't help but connect the girl's figure with the Pharaoh.

　The remaining rationality should have struggled a little longer.

　But just in the moment when her gaze lingered, a golden sun emerged from the girl's body, and the red dragon pupils turned into golden vertical pupils at some point, and a scorching breath mixed with flames and magma rushed directly to her face.

　Although it is an illusion, it is an illusion caused by the girl's specialized characteristics.

　Nitocris still mistook the other party for the Pharaoh and knelt down directly.

　In the eyes of everyone, the huge figure of Nitocris knelt down with his forehead pressed tightly against the ground.

　"This is a great disrespect to you! I will accept the punishment immediately! Pharaoh, please punish me!"

　"Little Sieg is actually a Pharaoh? That's quite surprising... He doesn't look like he has any of the qualities."

　"That was actually a misunderstanding..."

　Mashu smiled awkwardly and answered Sanzang's question.

　"Then let the Sphinx take us into the ruins as punishment..."

　The girl blinked, remained silent for a moment, and then presented Nitocris with the so-called "punishment."

　"But that's not at all—"

　"Osmandis has entrusted you with the task of guarding and excavating the remains of the Atlas Court. As a pharaoh, neglect of duty is unacceptable, right?"

　"Yes... that's right. As a Pharaoh, neglecting one's duties is the greatest disrespect..."

　"That's fine then..."

　The girl nodded slightly and then extended her left index finger towards the shadow of Nitocris.

　"The punishment is a dereliction of duty that a pharaoh would never tolerate, nothing more."

　"In this case!"

　The only response Nitocris received was the roar of the engines resuming their duties and the screams of several people, accompanied by the howling of the sphinx.