The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　But besides Chaldea, there's actually not a single supporter. It's really not surprising...

　"Well... this is a truly bleak final kill, the kind that's not even dramatic enough."

　Waving her hand, Jasmine gestured to the girl, then looked back at the two of them.

　"Then for the sake of fairness, we will choose to use a magic competition for the next competition."

　"You two are both using magic that has been rendered useless by Britain. While the magic itself is of little value, the fairies who can wield it are of great value."

　"The Queen's Son and the Son of Prophecy—"

　"Let's use magic to decide the winner and the superiority?"

　After all, only in this way can your true value be highlighted in this field where everything is reset to zero, right?

　A deep smile appeared in Marian's eyes.

　The girl stood quietly, her eyes penetrating the mask as she observed the situation on the stage very carefully.

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　Fairyland: Twenty-Nine: Lost Things

　"Magic..."

　His eyes narrowed slightly beneath the blindfold, and he muttered Marian's words.

　Indeed, in this field where everyone starts from scratch, the difference in physical fitness is not that big. The only difference lies in experience.

　It's hard to say about Altria Caster, but there's no doubt about Fujimaru Ritsuka's combat experience.

　The gap has gradually begun to widen.

　Magic has no value in Britain, and neither do goblins who can perform magic.

　But the reason they have such important value is entirely because of Morgan and the value of the two of them.

　and so--

　This request is completely reasonable for the two of them, and can even be said to be the optimal solution.

　but--

　The gap in experience.

　The girl moved her fingers gently.

　Given Bawanshi's personality, she would definitely act without hesitation. Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka and Altria Caster attacked together, it wouldn't matter.

　This is a bit of a bad situation...

　But...can it be said that it is the right time?

　The Child of Prophecy demonstrated his power by defeating the Fairy Knight Tristan, and then used a little magic to complete Ash's task.

　The so-called, let Bawan Xi recall the original intention ah -

　After all, it was a task assigned by Jian himself...

　There is no room for error.

　-

　The Rod of Selection radiated light, and invisible slashes and azure magical light waves continuously collided in the air.

　The magic was shattered by the slash, and then turned into destroyed spirit particles that flew wildly in the air.

　The slashing attack loses its original force and slowly breaks into pieces during flight.

　The light flickered, and the shadows under my feet swayed continuously like flames.

　I said it at the beginning...

　The so-called gap in combat experience—

　Aiming at something on Bawan Xi's body, Artoria Caster continued to perform magic.

　If I have to say...there's actually no real technique involved.

　It's just that the magic power is simply fired out like a bullet.

　Then make some fine adjustments according to Fujimaru Ritsuka's instructions.

　For example, when to abandon quality and adopt quantity consumption, and when to switch to quality as the main focus to increase attack power.

　The battle reached a stalemate, and neither side could do anything to the other.

　So, they need a game-changer.

　Ritsuka Fujimaru suddenly rushed out from behind Altria Caster and rushed straight towards Bawan Xi.

　Humans are weak beings, and to fairies they are like ants and can be killed at will.

　and so--

　"Just human beings."

　The sharp fingertips flashed with a chilling light as they were raised high into the air.

　The mocking smile and the arrogant posture were fully enjoyed

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　Shown.

　"Switch to the ceremonial outfit, maximum output power!"

　When the weak defeat the strong, it is never based on so-called strength.

　But -

　Magic power continued to gather at Fujimaru Ritsuka's fingertips, and his index finger was pointed directly at Bawan Xi.

　"gandr!"

　Bawan Xi waved his hand dismissively.

　The magic bullet and the slash collided directly in the air.

　"Artoria!"

　The moment the gandr was launched, Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his body and shouted the name of Artoria Cast loudly.

　"This level of——"

　Bawan Xi raised his left hand and wanted to do the same, but the next moment the smile froze on his face, and the movement of his hand and the words in the air also stopped.

　Even if I can only pause for a moment, that is enough.

　Magic is something that will dissipate immediately if the magic power it uses to supply it is gone, right?

　Moreover, in battle, a stiff body is a huge flaw.

　“So, the experience gap is huge…”

　If you look down on Fujimaru Ritsuka by comparing him to a human being standing in the rear to summon and command, you will be fooled.

　No matter how you look at it, this move will definitely put Hassan at a disadvantage.

　The figure of Artoria Caster appeared in Bavan Xi's eyes, and the magic bullet compressed to the extreme flew out from the Rod of Selection.

　Too late...

　Bawan Xi's pupils suddenly shrank, and she subconsciously wanted to protect herself, or perhaps something important in front of her.

　Got knocked away.

　Something extremely important, something that Bawan Xi absolutely cannot lose.

　Got knocked away...

　Excessive care and protection eventually became one's weakness.

　Bawan Xi suddenly looked at everyone in the auction room. All the fairies had their heads lowered, or rather, they were ordered to lower their heads.

　No one has seen her true face, and no one has recalled the past events buried deep in their memories.

　As for the reason, isn't it already in front of her?

　The girl gestured to Bawan Xi and launched an illusion.

　With his lips tightly closed, Bawan Xi looked deeply at Altria Caster and Fujimaru Ritsuka who was lying on the ground and slowly getting up, then walked out of the venue.

　"It seems the winner has been decided. Lord Galahad, please release the domain. I'll leave the rest of the matters to you."

　The moment Marian finished speaking, the domain was lifted, and the girl's figure appeared on the stage like a ghost.

　"Um...Sieg?"

　Altria Caster called out to the girl who was squatting down and picking up something from the ground with some concern.

　"No problem, leave that to me, and then Sengo Muramasa—"

　The girl frowned slightly and looked up and down at Chiko Muramasa in the cage, speaking slowly.

　"Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding? What's your relationship with her?" Angrily, Chizi Muramasa took the lead and asked the girl.

　Although their figures look similar, the aura they exude is also extremely similar.

　but--

　The temperament between the two is completely different.

　The location of the spirit core began to ache slightly...

　"I'm your sister, what's wrong?"

　The spiritual core became more painful.

　"Sister... now someone even more troublesome has come... I'm so unlucky..."

　Lancelot is already troublesome enough, and now there is an even more troublesome Galahad?

　Besides, why is he called Galahad?

　"Bad luck...?"

　The girl listened to Sengo Muramasa's words and kept thinking in her heart.

　I think my sister said something before?

　Does it feel comfortable to cut?

　And if we calculate based on time...

　Sometimes, a dragon's thought process is difficult for humans to understand.

　For example——

　"I'm so sorry... I caused you so much trouble because of my affairs."

　The girl apologized to Chiko Muramasa in the cage.

　If it weren't for my fault, I might still end up getting beaten badly by my sister, but it would definitely be much better than my current situation...

　Well, maybe it’s not necessarily a problem with my brain circuit. I might have been influenced by certain people... like Siegfried?

　Chihiro Murasaki was silent, then stood in the cage and slowly took a step back.

　"Ah...um..."

　How should I put it? I can't be so venomous at all...

　Compared to her sister, isn't this still a blank slate?

　I'm not that bad to be mean-spirited or complain about children... well.

　But...

　Muramasa narrowed his eyes.

　Can we maintain this in such an environment?

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　Pure, it's really hard work.