The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　One drop...two drops...

　At first it was just tiny raindrops.

　Then came a torrential downpour.

　Everything returned to peace.

　The girl stood quietly in the rainstorm, her body transformed back into her previous armor, but this time she had deliberately made her armor extremely tattered.

　"Hmm! Still as impressive as ever! How should I put it? As dazzling as a shooting star!"

　A petite fairy, whose body looks like a cat compared to normal fairies, appears quietly with an extremely excited expression on her face.

　"Habetlotte Teterlotte?"

　The girl looked at the strange yet familiar fairy in front of her, subconsciously tilted her head, and said the fairy's name before her brain reacted.

　"Yeah! It's me! Long time no see! I was really shocked at first, I thought Mashu was your descendant..."

　After all...the aura and everything are very similar, especially the shield and that kind of defense...

　"Is that right?"

　"Of course! Hurry up and come over here! Even if you don't get sick, getting wet in the rain is not good! You still don't cherish your body at all like before!"

　As Habertlot spoke, he jumped up, his light body now showing a weight that was not in line with his size, and then he pulled the girl straight towards Mashu.

　"Ms. Habertlot, why are you here?"

　"I'm a weaving fairy! How can I leave the mannequin when the clothes are not finished yet?"

　While answering Mash's question, Habertlot made a cat-like gesture with his lips, then shook his body and splashed water under the eaves at a certain distance.

　"Mashu! Sieg!"

　The voice of Fujimaru Ritsuka reached the ears of several people.

　Along with the sound of running, and the sound of rain splashing in puddles.

　Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group ran into the wreckage.

　"What do you think? I'm not very good at dealing with battle damage... Any suggestions for modifications?"

　The girl reached out her hand to wipe the rain off her face, then came to Auberon and Da Vinci and slowly turned around, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

　"Although the details certainly need to be polished, we don't have that much time, do we? We can just rely on illusions then. What do you think, Da Vinci?"

　Oberon rubbed his chin, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth over the various gaps in the armor, and he slowly gave his opinion.

　"Although I'd like to offer some suggestions, shouldn't we get to know our new partners first?"

　As he spoke, Da Vinci's gaze slowly shifted to Habertlot, who was circling around Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka, occasionally writing and drawing in a notebook.

　"Hey everyone, this is Habertlot, the goblin who helped me in Sheffield after I lost my memory—"

　Sheffield?

　Something that I don’t want to face is remembered, something that is buried deep in my heart is remembered.

　The sins he had faced.

　A sin that is found and then forgotten by one's own nature.

　"Is this it?"

　Habertlot blinked, and then in a completely twisted way, he pulled out a black gun that was more than twice as big as himself from somewhere.

　"I always carry it with me, huh? Although it's still quite repulsive compared to Sieg's, it's still within an acceptable range, huh?"

　"Excuse me! Please put down your gun immediately!

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　otherwise! "

　Habertlot shook his head after hearing Mash's words, still holding the black gun tightly in his hand.

　"My position is... uh... I'm currently the exclusive agent for Mash and Sieg, um, that's it."

　Habertlot's gaze was fixed on Mash like a torch, as if he wanted to penetrate her completely.

　"I have a question, a question that Mashu must answer."

　I don’t know much about the so-called agents, but generally speaking, their purpose is to take on some of the pressure and share some of the pain for their artists (partners).

　At least that's what Sieg told himself.

　You are rejecting this black gun. Even though you have recovered your memory now and your nature has been completely suppressed by rationality, you have to pick it up for whatever reason.

　So... tell me...

　Your true attitude towards this weapon.

　"What reasons did Mashu have, and what position did she take to wield this weapon?"

　Mashu blinked, and a bright light flashed in her amethyst-like pupils. Her eyes subconsciously looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka beside her.

　The answer is already obvious.

　When faced with an invincible enemy, when faced with a situation where even if you risk everything, you still can't protect the things you still want to protect.

　This black gun...

　It's like a sharp blade, a sharp blade that is cutting through the rope.

　"I--"

　Ritsuka Fujimaru was tied up with ropes and hanging on the edge of a cliff.

　That rope is made of fate.

　In order to protect something, sometimes you have to give up something.

　In order to protect each other, both need to pay a price.

　The reason for hating illegal guns and the reason for not wanting to face it.

　That is the sin in one's heart and the regret for one's own weakness and powerlessness.

　At that time, the girl stood at the dividing line between light and shadow, as if it was a complete and permanent farewell.

　I have never felt so powerless inside.

　Now, as then.

　"I--"

　His lips were pressed tightly together and his clenched fists were shaking constantly.

　The girl silently gestured to everyone to keep quiet, her eyes quietly watching the scene in front of her.

　"This is..."

　Mashu opened her eyes again, her gaze filled with determination.

　"This is my original sin of weakness, my sin, something I shouldn't escape from, so—"

　Mashu extended her hand towards Habertlot.

　"Please put it down."

　"What a powerful answer indeed..."

　Habertlot's vision gradually blurred, the girl and Mashu's figures twisted against each other, and finally completely overlapped.

　"So..."

　The black gun was placed in Mashu's hand.

　"If you lose it again next time, it will be hard to find it again."

　-

　The Bell House is one of the only two buildings in Norwich that can be considered intact.

　"So...are you ready?"

　Once the pilgrimage bell rings, there will be no turning back for Altria Custer, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

　They have to perform well in every scene.

　"I'm OK..."

　As Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, his gaze shifted to Altria Caster.

　"No problem. No matter what, I can't let Sieg bear all this alone..."

　"Is that so?"

　The girl smiled slightly, then walked forward slowly, then stretched out her hand and gently tapped the bell.

　The next moment, everyone held their breath.

　A sudden sense of sacredness completely enveloped the entire Norwich.

　The surviving goblins took to the streets and came out from their previous hiding places.

　Ring the bells, raise the banner of resistance...

　I'm waiting for a tomorrow full of hope...

　The girl rang the pilgrimage bell with all her might.

　Visible ripples vibrated in the air, accompanied by the deafening sound of bells, the bells that announced the beginning and the bells that announced the end.

　The first bell was rung.

　The prophecy is true and the Son of Prophecy is real.

　The day when the Queen will be overthrown is just around the corner, and the tomorrow we have all been waiting for will soon arrive.

　The goblins of Norwich looked at each other in confusion at first.

　The moment the bell rang, the whole of Norwich erupted in excited roars.

　The remaining goblins were dancing and shouting loudly.

　The bells rang throughout Britain, and all people, all fairies, and everything heard the sound that should have been played long ago, the bell that dispelled the darkness.

　"Ka...ka..."

　Cracks began to spread across the bell as the girl tapped it gently.

　go

　It's time to go

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　The pilgrimage bell, which had fulfilled its duty completely and diligently, shattered completely after making its last sound with all its might.

　The girl's pilgrimage began.

　The bells announcing destruction have been sounded, and serve as its representative.

　The collapse of the Pilgrimage Bell was the beginning.

　"Next..."

　The girl slowly turned around, the mask gradually assembled over her eyes, and she slowly walked into the rain wearing tattered armor.

　The Balmung in his hand was ready to go, and the figure of the Knight of Justice also emerged along with the girl's steps, the weapon in his hand emitting a chilling sharp light.

　"The Son of Prophecy! The Son of Prophecy! The Son of Prophecy who saves Norwich! The Son of Prophecy who defeats the Queen!"

　"We no longer have to obey Morgan's orders!"

　Shouts came one after another, and the remaining goblins raised their hands high.

　"Send weapons to Londinium! Completely stop the supply to Camelot!"

　Loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty.

　The Son of Prophecy has indeed appeared, but this does not mean that you will definitely live to the time you speak of.

　What's the easiest way to provoke conflict?

　kill.