The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　I couldn't get a word in at all and didn't know what to say!

　It is absolutely certain that destroying this loss belt is the common goal of both parties, and the methods and plans have even been fully communicated.

　Then...

　It seems like there is really nothing more to say?

　"Come to think of it, Miss Zieger, is there really nothing you're hiding from us?"

　Because this isn't the first time you've done this.

　Mashu's only exposed eye was staring at the girl's figure with great seriousness.

　For some reason, Mashu always felt a palpitation the moment he saw the girl.

　It was as if the figure in front of me was just a bubble that would burst and disappear in the next second.

　"No, nothing."

　The girl smiled at Mashu, her tone revealing full sincerity.

　"Is... that so?"

　Mashu lowered her brows and spoke slowly.

　Sometimes, knowing the truth can make people uncomfortable, but telling a white lie can make people even more uncomfortable.

　This stabbing pain deep inside...

　It's a lie.

　Silent words uttered from Mashu's mouth.

　It was difficult to maintain the smile on my face.

　It would be better if you didn't know.

　She completely understood what the girl meant, so...

　"If you can, please tell us. At least you won't be alone in the shadows anymore."

　The smile on the girl's face slowly disappeared, her red lips opened and closed, and finally pursed together.

　The armor turned into spirit particles and dissipated into the air, and part of the skin was exposed to the air again.

　Black lines slowly emerged, crawling up the girl's neck and cheeks, and the white of her left eye began to be stained with black.

　"Miss Zieger...what did you do?"

　"There are people here that I can't leave behind, so..."

　The girl slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

　"Remember the prophecy and the story I told you about? The three plagues that destroyed Britain."

　Ritsuka Fujimaru and Altria Caster looked at each other and nodded.

　"I took them from..."

　"My body, Sir Tristan, and Sir Lancelot were transferred to you through some unknown method, right?"

　There is no denial, but also no affirmation.

　The girl just remained silent.

　"What about that look from before?"

　"It's about being accepted by the curse, and accepting the form of the curse, slightly amplifying the darkness deep within your heart."

　Everyone has a side deep inside their heart that is unknown to others.

　The anger and murderous intent towards the fairy were magnified and turned into the girl's dark side, which took the dominant position at that time.

　"That's what we call alter words. Although some parts may be different, they are essentially the same."

　Sometimes gentleness is meaningless to certain beings, so a cold side is needed.

　"So...what's the price?"

　Altria Caster's gaze was fixed on the girl like a torch.

　"It's just some hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. They only appear when you're extremely tired. Then there are these lines. They have no effect on the body."

　Altria Caster was silent for a moment, then slowly shifted her gaze away, her clenched fists trembling slightly, and finally she loosened them involuntarily.

　"This time... you'll stand in the sunlight, right?"

　The red dragon eyes looked at Mashu, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

　The girl nodded slightly.

　"Ah."

　because...

　She was no longer alone.

　-

　The Chaldeans left, following their planned departure from the Amyrlin.

　Night had quietly fallen, and the girl and Morgan stood side by side, looking at the big pit in the distance from above.

　"Don't do that again, you hear me?"

　"Well, I will never..."

　The girl responded to Morgan's words, then turned around at the same time as Morgan, as if she had noticed something.

　What came into view was a man with orange hair, dressed in white and a cape.

　The girl had seen this man, Romani Agyeman...

　Or rather, it is——

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　"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation. I wanted to knock on the door, but it was always open, so I just walked in."

　"Of course. How can we welcome guests just by knocking on the door? Isn't there a waiting room here?"

　The crimson dragon's eyes reflected a figure that was exactly the same as Romani Akiman, yet completely different.

　"You mean the one below? It's of good quality, but I'm in a hurry, and besides—"

　The man lengthened his voice slightly.

　"I'm just an ordinary man. I don't have magical abilities as great as you, nor am I as almighty as my juniors. I'm just a person who does the best that a person can do."

　"Can't understand..."

　Morgan looked at the man in front of him and spoke softly.

　"I can't do anything. If you want to know why, the junior next to you is the best proof."

　A gentle god will bring down a curse, a gentle dragon will have murderous intentions, and even an evil beast that represents mercy will sincerely desire destruction.

　"Then what are you here for?"

　"Come and see your work, and also see how far your successors have come."

　As the man spoke, his eyes slowly moved to the girl.

　-

　Fairyland: Forty-Three Percival

　"No matter what the outcome of your work is, no matter what its ending is, I have to take a look at it."

　The man shifted his gaze away from the girl and calmly told Morgan his thoughts.

　"He saw through the power of the Imagination Tree, and not only didn't he fear it, but he actually used it to his advantage. He then analyzed Chaldea's summoning circle on the spot and transformed it into his desired form, turning it into his own flesh and blood. What a great feat, isn't it?"

　"In the field of magic, he can definitely be called a genius in the divine realm."

　"Do you understand, Queen Morgan? I came to compliment you, after all—"

　The man lengthened his words a little.

　"No one except me and Albion over there will praise your magic, right?"

　Listening to the man's words, Morgan seemed to realize something, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

　"Haven't you noticed? Even though he's only just been born, and his will and consciousness are so fragile, how come he can understand and use magic just by looking at it?"

　"What do you mean?"

　Morgan looked at the man in front of him with a bad expression.

　"Literally, if she truly pursues the path of magic, her achievements will be even greater than yours, right? Those eyes, those eyes that have witnessed everything, eyes that carry 4.6 billion years of intelligence."

　Witnessed everything, witnessed everything.

　Store everything in your memory and then analyze it unconsciously over an extremely long period of time.

　It’s not that I don’t know how to use it, it’s just that it is buried in too many messy memories and cannot be found and used.

　To put it more simply, it's like playing a game. Most people might only have a few skills, but the girl, with Albion's 4.6 billion-year-old intelligence system, has tens of thousands or even more skills.

　In order to use a certain skill hidden among a bunch of skills, the girl needs to search.

　For example, the so-called learning of magic is nothing more than treating it as a keyword and then finding the corresponding magic in an analysis station (garbage dump) that the person himself did not pay attention to.

　"Instead of learning it right away, should it be usable from the start?"

　"Where there is a cause, there will be an effect. Now that the effect exists, where do you think the cause is?"

　The man narrowed his eyes slightly and explained his words slowly.

　The brain body of the planet, the original prototype body, the recording body that records everything.

　The most powerful being on the planet, the predecessor of Ultimate One.

　As the first life born on Earth at that time, Albion did have this ability and qualifications.

　But in the end, an accident happened and Albion died on the way to the Star Inner Sea.

　However, one issue was overlooked.

　First, what is the organism that comes into contact with sunlight?

　This is the biggest question, and it is also a question that men cannot get an answer to even now.

　Some lesser-known legends do describe the dragon's breath being mistaken for the rising sun.

　but why?

　All the results are clearly laid out before our eyes, but what about the cause?

　Where is the cause?

　why her?

　Then the man remembered something, something that all magicians flocked to.

　The source of all things, the record of all things, the one who owns all.

　Only ignorance can get close to the vortex of origin.

　Having everything, yet feeling like being alone.

　A person, or creature, who perfectly meets that condition—

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　The crimson dragon's pupils were covered with a layer of aurora, and the gorgeous colors and patterns shone in the girl's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

　"Have you finished talking?"

　Morgan's voice gradually became colder, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

　"Of course, I told you I was just here to take a look."

　The man shrugged helplessly as he listened to Morgan's words.

　"Then disappear immediately. Being praised for one's magic skills by someone like you is just disgusting."

　"Perfect history, perfect steps, perfect execution, everything is impeccable..."