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　"Yeah... I'm looking forward to it too..."

　With a faint smile on her face, the girl responded to Meilushin's expectations.

　"Speaking of which, sister... those things you said before——"

　"Those past events?"

　Meilushin put down the juice in her hand and wiped her lips with her fingers.

　"It's hard to accept at first, but it's okay. We are dragons, and we are beyond common sense, so there's no need to worry. Besides—"

　"You've told me everything. Just like you said the other day, how could I possibly object to being a sister I can talk to about anything?"

　Meilushin smiled, then reached out and touched the girl's cheek, then moved all the way down, holding the girl's chin in her palm.

　"I am the elder sister. How can I be considered an elder sister if I don't forgive my younger sister's willfulness? And His Majesty agrees, doesn't he?"

　As Meilushin spoke, a brilliant light flashed in her crystal-like pupils.

　"Is that so?"

　After hearing Meilushin's reply, the girl felt a little relieved.

　"Hurry up, Sieg, you have to go to the morning court soon."

　Smiling silently, Meilushin picked up another piece of bread and began to spread butter on it.

　The long-lost daily routine, the peaceful daily routine, the daily routine I long for.

　Although it will only exist for a moment now, I know that this is not a fleeting dream, but will become my real daily life in the near future.

　A daily routine that never gets boring and is always anticipated...

　but--

　Amidst the smile, Meilushin's eyes gradually became sharper from an angle that the girl couldn't see.

　Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc alter?

　From Sieg's tone, it seems like he's already done something. He even put a wedding ring on Sieg before His Majesty...

　I must go and meet these two Joans of Arc in person sometime.

　Of course, there is no special meaning.

　Just a little bit concerned...

　I really only care a little bit, okay?

　-

　"Then let's end it here. Except for the clan leader and the goblin knights, you common and boring faces can leave."

　Morgan sat on the throne and looked expressionlessly at the fairies standing below the stage, slowly speaking words of expulsion.

　The fairies in the audience were all harboring ulterior motives. They withdrew from the throne with great respect on the surface, but in reality...

　The malice has completely overflowed.

　A sickening malice, like a storm on the verge of materialization. Even though the fairies who created it had departed, its lingering traces still filled the space between the thrones.

　"Children of Prophecy... What an ungrateful bunch of goblins! They are clearly living in Camelot under the glory of His Majesty, yet they actually go back and believe the Mirror Clan's nonsense.

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　Such nonsense is truly unforgivable..."

　"Please calm down, Lord Woodworth. Although it's just a rumor, rumors are classified into different levels according to human parlance."

　The treasure-guarding fairy put his hands in his pockets and slowly expressed his views.

　"Lord Sheffield, there are rumors that Bogzat was defeated by the Child of Prophecy. I really don't want to admit it. But it is indeed a matter of great importance that we must pay attention to."

　"Gloucester has also received a large number of orders for weapons and armor from Sheffield. Regardless, it seems that the situation has reached the point where war is necessary. I would like to state in advance that Gloucester will remain neutral."

　"By neutrality, do you mean unconditional acceptance of all those orders, Marian?"

　"of course not."

　The extremely petite figure on the screen shook her head, her tone as calm as usual, without any ripples caused by Woodworth's questioning.

　"Such a large order, even Norwich can't take it all. I only accepted part of the order. Besides—"

　Marian stretched her figure slightly, and her face, which was not clearly visible, turned her head slightly to look at the silent girl.

　"Sheffield's destruction must have been inevitable. I did ship the goods, and Bogzat's money has arrived. What happened after that has nothing to do with my Gloucester."

　The goods have been shipped and the money has been received, but due to the heavy rain not long ago, the main bridges have been completely washed away by the surging river water, and the transportation time will be much longer.

　so...

　Wouldn't it be enough to just destroy Sheffield before the supplies arrived?

　The manufacturing ability of the Knights of Justice is kept secret, and Morgan completely blocked the memories of the goblins the moment he struck the staff.

　Britain sent heavily armored knights to Norwich, which was equivalent to creating the illusion that Britain's defenses were weak.

　Just a little push can turn a small wave into a huge wave.

　If people who take advantage of rumors are not careful, they will be completely swallowed up by the rumors.

　A simple fact that Bogzat had forgotten.

　"I see... taking advantage of the enemy's supposed deception to launch a swift attack and end the battle quickly? Your Majesty is truly wise and valiant. I, the Treasure Guardian Fairy, unconditionally support this. After all, those Knights of the Uprightness played an invaluable role in delaying and suppressing the Norwich Disaster."

　The treasure-guarding fairy waved his hand, making his attitude clear.

　In fact, his ideas were in some sense both different and consistent with Marian's.

　He has witnessed many consequences of being an enemy of Morgan over the years.

　It's just that he is a businessman, and a businessman who pursues profit——

　The approach will be more absolute.

　For example, getting something for nothing.

　After getting the deposit, just let it go. There is no need to take a second look at an existence that is about to be wiped out from Britain.

　"Then... Sir Galahad will be in charge of the military. The Queen's Army will not set foot outside Camelot and will continue to defend the city of Camelot as usual."

　"Sir Gawain will lead the vanguard, Sir Lancelot and Sir Galahad will lead the aerial assault, and Sir Tristan will lead the rearguard. We must end the battle within one night."

　"clear..."

　Morgan listened to everyone's words and nodded slightly.

　"Then let's end it here. I will discuss the specific time with Sir Galahad later and convey it."

　As the words fell, the images began to close one after another.

　After a moment, the entire throne returned to silence, leaving only the girl and Morgan.

　"They've all left..."

　"Yes, except for Lord Woodworth, all the faces are extremely annoying..."

　"Hmm...does Jian hate them?"

　Morgan shook his head slightly as he listened to the girl's words.

　"That's not it... It's just the same old face repeating the same words, without any real feeling. After thousands of years, anyone would get tired of it..."

　Morgan made a slightly tired sound as he spoke, patting his throne to signal the girl to sit over.

　If in the eyes of outsiders, Morgan behaved like a lion that was majestic without being angry, then now, in front of the girl, he was like a cat that had retracted its fangs and claws, a proud and somewhat clingy cat.

　As for the wild boar clan princess who appeared last time, it was just an accident, right?

　"That's right..."

　The girl nodded, and the armor on her body turned into spirit particles and dissipated in the air, and the luxurious blue and white dress reappeared on her body.

　Reaching out to smooth the hem of her skirt, the girl sat down next to Morgan, then leaned forward slightly so that Morgan's hand could pass through her slender waist from behind.

　"To completely defeat Sheffield overnight is actually quite a long time for you, right?"

　"Well...actually

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　"It's been so long, just defeating Bogzat would be enough. After all, fairies...except for a few rare individuals who are aware and hold on to their beliefs, the vast majority of them are self-centered."

　No matter how loyal they appear beforehand, once they discover the benefits or something else that can be gained from betrayal, they will betray without hesitation.

　There is no such thing as dare or not when it comes to backstabbing, there is only the concept of whether the time is not right.

　She had seen Sheffield with her own eyes.

　Like the storm of malice that swept through Britain, there was nothing to behold.

　In other words, there is almost nothing in Britain that needs to be saved.

　It has reached a point where even the most gentle gods can bring down curses. This world no longer needs to be saved.

　-

　Fairyland: Twenty-Five Bawan Xi

　"Repel the leader, and the team, which wasn't united to begin with, will naturally fall apart... It really fits the nature of these maggots..."

　"What about the child of prophecy Bogzat mentioned? It's undoubtedly not real, but someone from Chaldea. But for some reason, even after leaving the Nameless Forest, he still hasn't regained his memory."

　Morgan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, a glint of light flashing in his blue eyes.

　"That's fine. You and Sir Lancelot will be in charge of the air suppression, Sir Gawain will be in charge of the frontal attack, and Bawan Xi will be the rear guard. When the time comes, we can guide the enemy to escape through the back door."

　"clear..."

　The girl nodded as she listened to Morgan's words.

　"Just follow the prophecy and the plan we've set."

　"I see. So what are we going to do today?"

　"today?"

　Morgan's expression softened slightly, but he lowered his head and remained silent for a moment.

　"Just stay with me today..."

　"Is this so..."

　The girl smiled silently and subconsciously moved closer to Morgan.

　Morgan's fingertips, which had just grasped the pen, froze along with his body as he felt the girl's movement, and then slowly stretched out again.

　The tip of the pen made a rustling sound as it moved across the paper.

　The empty throne did not seem lonely.

　The night is long, but the dawn will eventually come, right?

　Just like the words spoken that day.

　Even in a pitch-black, desperate night, we must still hold high the flame of hope.

　Light fell into the sky and meteors tore through the earth.

　Even after thousands of years of healing, the huge holy scar that spans Britain has not been repaired to this day.

　The river water covered the scars and buried the past at the bottom.

　No one knows, and no one wants to know.

　That night——

　The evil dragon roared and tore the world apart.

　Just for her, he lit the flame of life and hope.

　Life is something that ends, life is a pilgrimage of accumulated pain, but this is by no means a story of death and severance.

　Journey is meaningful, and pilgrimage is also meaningful.