The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Fairyland: Britain 23

　"Hostile?"

　The girl and Fujimaru Ritsuka's gazes reflected each other.

　"After all, someone as gentle as Sieg wouldn't stand against us without any reason... Although Da Vinci insists that he hasn't seen it with his own eyes and therefore can't completely believe such an idea, Mash and I have always-"

　Fujimaru Ritsuka's words got stuck in his mouth.

　Yes...Mashu...

　The orange-haired Master and the red-haired Knight looked at Artoria Caster, who had previously called herself Mashu.

　Does this face feel like you’ve seen it somewhere before?

　Although the wide brim of the hat and the hairstyle that exudes a country girl vibe are extremely strange, the lack of alopecia also makes her look strange.

　But that face—

　Plus this is British land.

　If Tristan has been summoned...King Arthur is also a possibility.

　Such inferences have indeed been made before.

　"You are not Mashu...but..."

　Tristan's eyes slowly opened a crack, and his hidden gaze quickly scanned Altria Caster up and down.

　"You are very similar to someone we remember..."

　“Eh? Is, is that so?”

　Artoria Caster stuttered slightly as she listened to Tristan's words.

　[I should pretend to remember my name now...]

　Hearing the sudden voice in her mind, Artoria Cast was frightened and looked around suddenly.

　"Name! Name! You're also someone who has lost their memory!"

　"Cough cough..."

　Seeing that Ritsuka Fujimaru and Tristan were looking at her with obviously puzzled eyes, Altria Caster coughed lightly a few times.

　"Yes, I remembered, just now..."

　The fingers moved slowly, and the magic fluctuations merged into the magic in the surrounding air.

　后化

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　The illusion was cast directly on the flawed face of Artoria Caster.

　"It was very sudden, but the acting was zero points."

　"Wow...don't give me a score so suddenly now..."

　Feeling the illusion covering her face, Artoria Caster breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

　"My name is Caster, Altria Caster. It's so long that even I'm a little embarrassed..."

　Altria Caster's face was slightly flushed with shyness.

　"Castor is the name everyone in the village gave me. Just call me Altria... Sieg can be whatever you want. I don't mind!"

　No, no, no... You specifically mentioned this, which shows that I obviously care about it, right?

　The girl sighed helplessly as she listened to Altria Caster's words.

　"Since everything is fine, I'll go back first. I'll leave the rest to you, Auberon."

　After shouting to the bushes in the distance, the girl put on her mask again and left the forest.

　"Oh yeah? Is it my turn?"

　Oberon's voice slowly echoed around the crowd.

　A light tone, a familiar melody, and although I don't know why, I always feel that it might be a moth-like fairy—

　Altria Kaster opened her eyes wide and stared at the dark figure that gradually appeared.

　"Then please forgive my impoliteness for coming here uninvited..."

　"You are..."

　"Nice to meet you, Ritsuka, Sir Tristan, and Altria. I'm sorry I'm late. This is extremely rude for a first meeting..."

　Like a prince in a fairy tale, Oberon's elegant figure slowly appeared in the eyes of several people.

　"Yeah, it's normal to feel a little confused. After all, Sieg only said my name, and it's written all over your faces, you know?"

　A gentle smile graced Auberon's face, and he curtsied before the others.

　"Although it's not a good idea for a king to do this, it's still necessary to introduce yourself. After all, a Servant's true name only has meaning when spoken by the Servant himself!"

　The colorful and bright wings of a butterfly behind him swayed slightly as Oberon spoke.

　"I am Oberon, a Servant summoned by Humanity within Britain. I have the important mission of assisting you in this Lostbelt. I am known as the Fairy King Oberon."

　"Ober... Dragon?"

　Altria Caster murmured Oberon's name repeatedly.

　You can’t go wrong——

　he is the one--

　"How is it? Pretty handsome, right?"

　"Merlin?"

　The moment the words fell, a name, an extremely disgusting name, a name that was absolutely intolerable, reached Auberon's ears.

　Are you kidding me? I’m going to vomit!

　Aberon's face suddenly revealed an expression of great disgust.

　Although there may be some personal opinions mixed in, the essence is basically the same as when Romani Akiman met the other party -

　An expression of extreme disgust.

　"Merlin?"

　After hearing what Altria Caster said, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately put the Oberon in front of him together with the white figure in his memory.

　"Completely different, huh?"

　"No, no, it's nothing. I just recognized the wrong person... Or rather, I felt a little different... Because you really look like the figure I imagined..."

　"If it's not something important, let's put it aside for now. The fog is coming up again. It's better for us to leave here for now..."

　Tristan closed his eyes and gently plucked the strings in his hand, reminding everyone.

　"That's right. Hurry up, everyone. If you have anything to say, wait until you see the beautiful scenery behind Britain. This is the most beautiful scene in Britain."

　"The most beautiful picture in Britain——"

　He continued to walk, his strength draining away bit by bit, but somehow, curiosity arose in his heart because of Oberon's words.

　after all--

　What kind of existence would it be?

　The moment you step out of the forest, a scenery that is absolutely unspoiled in a fairy tale comes into view.

　It is because of this scenery that the story becomes a fairy tale.

　Sky--

　The sky is filled with brilliant colors, as if it were God's palette.

　Beneath the thin clouds, one can vaguely see the broken remains of the Fantasy Tree with fragments floating around.

　Britain, the utopia beloved by wind, rain, land, and songs, the dusk island inhabited by many fairies...

　-

　here it is...

　Where?

　What a noisy sound... Is someone talking?

　The repaired wings trembled constantly due to anxiety, and the petite body lay on the bed that was a little too wide for her, and then -

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　Slowly opened his eyes.

　The Dog Clan!

　Her pupils shrank suddenly, and the petite fairy subconsciously grabbed the quilt in her hands, trying to hide herself under it.

　"Doc! She's awake!"

　"I know, I know. Please keep your voice down and don't disturb the patient..."

　Gray Yaga walked over slowly with a helpless tone on his face.

　"Well... he looks so energetic, it seems he's recovered well. I'll report to His Majesty—I mean, Master Sieg... this habit really can't be cured..."

　Rubbing the fur on his head helplessly, the gray Yaga pulled out a chair and slowly sat down on it, quietly waiting for the fairy to adapt to the current situation.

　After a long while, the fairy finally spoke slowly as if she had made up her mind:

　"Zi...Ge..."

　The petite fairy slowly poked her head out from under the quilt and looked at Yaga tentatively.

　There's no unpleasant aura... Not from the Dog Clan?

　"What dog clan? We are Yaga..."

　It was discovered!

　"Don't be so timid, although some of the people here do look fierce, they are actually quite nice..."

　The gray Yaga stuck his head out and glanced at the Yaga who was wrestling with the two-horned beast downstairs, and nodded slightly.

　"What about Sieg?"

　The blue-haired fairy seemed to have let down her guard a little.

　"Sieg... We're not entirely sure. Although His Majesty—Lord Sieg—is often away, Lady Justisia is generally in charge. But occasionally, there are things that Lord Sieg personally oversees."

　Yes...Is that knight called Sieg?

　Reaching out and picking up a rosy red fruit, the gray Yaga wiped the surface with his furry hand. Then he tossed it slightly to the blue-haired fairy.

　"Eat some fruit first. The adults will be here soon. And—"

　Gray Yaga smiled slightly.

　"Welcome to Utopia."

　-

　Wherever there are strictly controlled commodities, there will inevitably be smuggling. This is an inevitable consequence of human society and a process that must be experienced.

　Look, aren’t there a lot?

　Whether it is the refugees who have no home to return to after the disaster, or the victims who fainted on the roadside due to hunger.

　As long as they were collared, it didn't matter who they were before. As long as no one found them and they weren't plugged in, they were commodities that could be sold at a high price.

　It should be like this.

　Looking at the purple-haired girl in front of him effortlessly waving a shield that was more than a meter tall to repel the beasts in front of him, he looked at the white wolf that had been following him.

　A drop of cold sweat ran down the face of the merchant goblin.

　Collar?

　Even if we use three circles of chains inside and three circles outside, I'm afraid it won't be able to stop her.

　Just like the invincible fairy knight in the legend...