The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Mashu's fingers moved up along the hair, then reached the top of the girl's head and gently stroked it.

　"Ms. Zieger, there's no need to blame yourself... You've done very well."

　After rubbing the girl's cheek, Mashu led her to sit on the slide.

　"You should go and relax once in a while. Even though there's no pool or water, it's still like the water slides I've seen in books..."

　Mashu gently hugged the girl from behind and slid down.

　"Come to think of it... What has Ms. Zieger always treated me like?"

　The silver hair continued to dance in the air due to inertia and wind.

　The azure light and the hollow environment add a unique experience to the slide.

　It's like walking through a tunnel leading to utopia in a fairy tale.

　"Mashu, don't you want me to treat you as a sister?"

　"That's it..."

　Mashu smiled softly, then hugged the girl even tighter.

　I failed in my duty as a sister for the first time...

　This made my sister become the one who is unacceptable to humans.

　I must never... fail in my duty again.

　The silver hair and purple hair slowly intertwined together.

　No matter what, you are my sister.

　Even if the whole world abandons you, I will——

　Hold your hands tight.

　My seniors probably thought so too...

　The doctor, Da Vinci's father, and everyone in Chaldea...

　But that figure...

　Mashu's eyes became sharp.

　I will never give in to my sister again!

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　"Is there still no news about Sir Lancelot and Sir Mordred?"

　Tristan shook his head at Agguwen.

　"I'm afraid both of them have already... How sad..."

　"Concentrate all your forces to the Holy City. The King's plan has reached its final stage. The Tower of the End is about to be destroyed.

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　Now that it's completed, all we have to do is defend the holy city and not let the rebels set foot inside."

　"Then what about Sir Lancelot and Sir Mordred?"

　Aguguiwen was silent for a moment, with a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes.

　"Once discovered, they will be executed on the spot. Once the Tower of the End is activated, everything will be burned to ashes. No one will be able to stop it."

　Unstable factors need to be completely eliminated.

　Of course, it would be best for them now if they died.

　If he is still alive, the fact that he hasn't come back for so long is enough to explain the problem, isn't it?

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　Fairy Knight: Twenty-Eight: Land of Steel

　"This is more or less a very unique way of traveling for me... Maybe I can ask Watson to write about this in the future if there's a chance..."

　Holmes was helped up from the slide by Bedivere who arrived earlier, and he quickly made room for Sieg and Mash behind him.

　The sound of armor rubbing against stone slabs became clearer and clearer, and the girl and Mashu jumped up from the slide and landed steadily on the ground.

　Lancelot was silent for a moment, then pretended nothing had happened, withdrew his hand, and walked away from the slide.

　"Speaking of which, what about the obstacles we should encounter along the way? Such a large slide suddenly appeared, and appeared so violently. There should be some reaction, right?"

　Mordred carried Clarent on his shoulders, a look of disappointment on his face.

　She had been looking forward to seeing something new.

　"In the slide."

　The girl blinked and pointed her index finger at the topic behind her.

　"what?"

　Mordred tilted his head and followed the girl's outstretched finger to carefully examine the slide that several people had just ridden.

　“It’s probably assembled like this—”

　The girl approached the slide slowly with cat steps, then stretched out her finger and gently tapped the slide. Some "dust" began to separate from the slide, then gathered in the air and reassembled.

　A moment later, a blue automatic defense device with patterns engraved on it appeared in front of everyone.

　"Oh! It looks so classy!"

　Sanzang's eyes lit up as he carefully looked at the defense device floating in the air.

　"What is this? Could this be the obstacle you mentioned?"

　Mordred pointed at the automatic defense device and looked at Holmes, and began to ask questions.

　Holmes nodded slightly and puffed on his pipe.

　"Just as I expected, the automatic defense system is still functioning...but its composition and method of destruction..."

　"They were caught by my magic circuits and then broken down by my magic, that's all."

　"No, Miss, I think there may be some misunderstanding about this..."

　Holmes slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and then his eyes rested quietly on the girl.

　"This isn't magic, but some kind of materialized existence... Let me think about how to put it."

　After pondering for a moment, Holmes raised the pipe in his hand, and smoke continued to emerge from the pipe. However, there was no smell of smoke in this small space.

　"That's the result of your origin materializing. Through contact, you confirm the other person's composition and structure, then 'disassemble' it according to your own understanding, and then 'reassemble' the resulting disassembly—this manifestation of concepts is the sublimation of your actions."

　It wasn't an ability naturally possessed by humans or servants at this level. Although the opponent was definitely outside this range, it still took some time for him to truly unleash this ability.

　What was previously seen through the Noble Phantasm was only an unopened fragment.

　Now it is just a prototype, but how far into the future can I see?

　Archetype, the brain of a planet, is born from the planet's memories and landscapes, and inherits its existence.

　The existence of the dream that continues to sit on the surface of the planet.

　But it hasn't reached that point yet. Although it's completely invisible on the outside, I've been very stable mentally.

　This girl—or rather, the existence called a girl—had never had any effective sleep.

　"We can prove this later at the Atlas Institute ahead of us. But before that, please let me explain to Miss Fujimaru what the Atlas Institute is. After all, there are so many questions on your face that they're about to overflow."

　Holmes looked at the puzzled expression on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face and smiled softly, then turned to look at everyone, and an invisible aura began to emanate from him.

　This is the confidence of a detective—confidence at the pinnacle of detectivehood.

　What the detective says may not be true, but what Holmes says is definitely correct.

　This view has long been deeply rooted in people's minds

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　"Atlas Academy is an academy for alchemists, based in Egypt's Atlas Mountains. Also known as the Giant's Cellar, it is one of the three major departments of the Magic Association, the Academy of Accumulation and Measurement."

　His tone was calm and his eyes were gentle, but once his voice reached everyone, the thought that "what he said was absolutely right" would inexplicably surface in their minds.

　"Unlike modern alchemy, which has been the mainstream since the Middle Ages, this is to investigate the origin of magic, the principles of the world, and—"

　Holmes drew out his voice and paused, his eyes inadvertently glancing at the girl.

　"A group of alchemists whose existence is taboo enough to be called a taboo, and whose existence is enough to completely destroy the current human race."

　"They are said to be magicians, but they are all apprentices with poor magic circuits."

　"So they use a lot of props in the process of learning magic."

　Leonardo da Vinci shook his long hair and continued speaking after Holmes.

　"This method is similar to modern science. It uses pseudo-lepton to observe the soul and then create artificial life forms, which we know as artificial humans."

　"You don't need to be the strongest yourself, as long as your creations become the strongest. The seven taboos of the magic world, the seven taboos that can destroy the world, came from their hands."

　"Destroy the world..."

　The girl gently rubbed the hem of her skirt, then lowered her head. Her silver hair fell from her forehead, making it difficult for people to see her expression.

　"However, they have now recognized this problem and have completely sealed it away. Every taboo was created by the dean of the Atlas Academy, and every dean is bound to go mad."

　“So this led to a lot of controversy.”

　Holmes exhaled a puff of smoke and then waved his pipe in a circle through the air.

　"Whether he created this taboo out of madness, or for some other reason, he went mad after creating the taboo, no one knows at this moment. Or perhaps he wanted to do something for the future, but failed, so he created the taboo."

　The smoke in the circle was shattered by the pipe as Holmes spoke, floating freely in the air, and finally merged with the rest of the smoke.

　"This is a collection of gift-gear that's unmatched anywhere else."

　"But they have all become ruins buried under the yellow sand?"

　Listening to Mordred's complaints, Holmes smiled helplessly.

　"That's true, but—"

　Holmes changed the subject, stretched out his hand and pushed open the stone door on the wall.

　A sci-fi room, which was completely different from the old and dilapidated stone wall before, enveloped everyone, and the surrounding space began to expand continuously.

　Although it is deep underground, you can still see the clear sky when you look up. Three spires engraved with runes stand in the center of the room.

　"It's almost the size of a city! It's incredible that such a huge cavity can be opened up beneath the surface..."

　Bedivere looked around and kept exclaiming in admiration.

　"Everything needed for study and life is here, but the real purpose of our trip is that."

　Holmes pointed to the obelisk standing in the center.

　"The Pseudo-Spiritual Calculator, the Tricuspid Hermes, the largest recording medium in the Atlas Institute, and the prototype of the Trismegistus in Chaldea."

　"If that's the case!"

　Ritsuka Fujimaru looked around at the surrounding environment, and a familiar feeling kept coming to his heart.

　"Yes, this place is almost identical to the control room in Chaldea! Although most of it is buried..."

　"Misses, although I understand your current feelings, we have more important things to do."

　Holmes stretched out his hand and fiddled with the machine beside him.

　"Do you need help?"

　As Da Vinci spoke, he walked towards Holmes and raised his gauntleted arm and pressed it on the device.

　"As a guest, you should have said hello, but I'm sorry, we can only use it without permission..."

　The runes on the obelisk began to glow as Holmes spoke, and then began to light up and go out in a regular pattern like breathing.

　"Access rights have been reclaimed successfully. Should this be enough?"

　"Excuse me, why is there no one here? Everything is running smoothly here."

　Sanzang couldn't help but ask after listening to what they said.