The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The man's figure and his words began to become gradually vague and ethereal.

　"Keep an eye on her. After all, she's just a girl who's embarked on this path because of a promise. She doesn't understand human emotions. In the end, she might do something you can't imagine for some reason."

　After all, I've seen...

　A heart made of cursed gold, blood almost drained, and a torn throat.

　Even so, the giant dragon still stood firmly in front of the battleship and took the attack.

　"You're just one move behind, Merlin..."

　The man's figure completely disappeared in front of the throne, and immediately after, before they could speak, another uninvited guest appeared in front of the girl and Morgan.

　"You again? Just watching won't solve anything, woman."

　"..."

　The silver figure looked at Morgan and the girl silently, without any movement in his body.

　"If you want to kill me, then you can just come and kill me as a witch from another planet. Even though the apostles from another planet have already been killed and sent back."

　Morgan took a deep breath as he looked at the alien witch who remained silent and did nothing but stare with her eyes open.

　"If you have a problem with me, then just come and see me directly like that man did. Since you can't do anything, then retreat to the backstage. You're getting in the way here."

　As Morgan spoke, the witch's figure disappeared in front of the two of them just as she had just appeared.

　"Don't worry about her. She's just a witch who can't do anything anyway."

　"Is that so?"

　The girl looked at the place where the alien witch disappeared, and responded to Morgan's words.

　"Don't worry about what that man said. Just follow the plan."

　The girl nodded obediently at Morgan's words.

　but...

　Something unexpected...

　Watching the girl's figure transform into a shooting star in the night sky, Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly.

　As a man in a hurry, this sentence would not come out of his mouth for no reason.

　That is to say...

　Is there anything uncertain about the future?

　Morgan's eyes gradually grew colder, his blue pupils looking quietly in the direction of Salisbury.

　I'm so sorry, Aurora.

　As for the game, you can just continue to immerse yourself in it.

　-

　The night is already deep.

　Even at night, the wound on the curtain that tore the sky could still be confirmed with the naked eye.

　The once dilapidated walls of Londinium were now completely renovated. If one could once glimpse Londinium's former glory through the ruins,

　So now it has completely restored its past glory.

　"Thank you for playing the lullaby for the children, Sir Tristan..."

　Percival took off his armor, and the strong muscles under the black tights were still outlined with incredible accuracy even when he was relaxed.

　"It's okay, I'm the one who should be thanking you..."

　Tristan closed his eyes and gently plucked the strings in his hand, making a slightly magical and pleasant sound.

　"Sir Tristan?"

　Percival felt his inner irritability gradually subside, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the other person.

　The flames kept dancing under the breeze, and the firewood in the burning campfire made cracking sounds from time to time, and then sparked some sparks.

　Percival watched the flying Mars in front of him, watching it fade from dazzling brilliance to incomparably dim, and finally disappear to who knows where.

　"You're worried, worried about Ms. Zieger."

　His fingers continued to move the strings, and Tristan's calm voice reached Percival's ears.

　"Ah...yeah..."

　Percival did not deny Tristan's words.

　There was no point in covering it up; thanks to Auberon, he now knew everything about what his sister had done.

　I also learned the truth about the world and the truth about myself.

　I want to do something, but I can't say it out loud, nor can I know what I am doing.

　One's inner self

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　"Some things are better left unknown, as they say, ignorance is bliss, but... Knight Percival..."

　Tristan stopped plucking the strings of the zither, and his light golden eyes slowly opened, with the firelight reflected in his pupils.

　"Yeah I... chose to know."

　I let down that kindness and resolutely chose the so-called truth.

　Even if this truth is a reality that I cannot accept now.

　Every time I think of that figure, that rainy night seems to replay in my ears.

　One person bears it, one person roars, and one person suffers.

　I was just helpless, standing there and hiding behind.

　And now...

　Same face, same behavior.

　He is already late.

　As a brother, I am late.

　After all, that kind of thing can be understood just by looking at it, right?

　That look...

　It was obviously the look a person would have after crying bitterly and venting.

　It was clearly the sister I just knew, and it was clearly the sister I had never met before.

　For some reason, deep down in my heart, there is always a vague sense of guilt and regret.

　so...

　Percival chose to know the truth.

　Even though his reason warned him, even though his instinct stopped him.

　He still chose to move forward like a knight as always.

　"Understanding the truth may change things, but—"

　As Tristan spoke, his pale golden eyes looked at Percival with a sharp gaze.

　“The result you expect will not change, and a better tomorrow will surely come as you expect.”

　Looking at Percival's somewhat surprised eyes, Tristan smiled silently.

　"If you ask why... because I saw it with my own eyes..."

　As if he could read the doubt in Percival's eyes, Tristan slowly explained.

　"I was rescued by Ms. Sieg at the hands of the Fairy Knight Gawain, and then transported here by some unimaginable magic. I am a Servant from pan-human history. And then, at the moment I was rescued."

　Yes, it was at that moment.

　Although it was extremely brief, although it was extremely illusory, I still saw it——

　The Cretaceous City, built from people's dreams, will still stand even after a thousand years.

　"Galahad of the Apocalypse, Ms. Sieg is fully worthy of this title, and the so-called Apocalypse, Lord Percival..."

　Tristan did not directly explain his intention, but instead left the last and most crucial piece of the puzzle to Percival to figure out on his own.

　"You don't need faith, Sir Percival. You must discover for yourself what you truly need right now."

　The emotion hidden deep inside, never shown to anyone.

　"I don't need...faith..."

　Percival murmured Tristan's words, his eyes looking quietly at his palms.

　A hand that can hold a weapon, a hand that can lead everything, a hand that can do a lot.

　But the only thing is that it can no longer be the same as before...

　Grab someone's hand—

　-

　"Hey! How can someone swing a sword while crying? Can you take a break for a while, Percival?"

　The sword in her hand was knocked away by the knight in front of her, and tears kept sliding down her cheeks.

　"You've done very well. Compared to the fairies who didn't do anything, you're much better. I'm very proud of you. You're worthy of being the last one to make it to the final..."

　The beautiful knight said this to me, and then I...

　I don't know if it's because of tiredness or something else...

　"No way? You're crying even harder!?"

　The knight in front of him showed a somewhat melancholy and panic expression.

　"Ah... Is that so? What I just said wasn't nice at all... I'm sorry for being such a slow-witted older sister. I'm sorry, it's hard for me to understand people's feelings either..."

　"But it's true... After all, only one person can be chosen... No matter how close your relationship with others is, no matter how painful it is, you have to keep moving forward..."

　"But, Percival..."

　The knight in front of him smiled at him, a gentle expression appearing on his face.

　"It doesn't matter if I feel guilty towards my friends or can't always do what I want, because..."

　You will definitely meet something more important than yourself, something worth risking everything to protect...

　No matter what kind of world Britain is, no matter how dark it truly is, as long as there is something I deeply love, even if it is just one thing, I will...

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　The memories came to an abrupt end, and Percival slowly opened his eyes.

　That's right, he doesn't need faith now.

　All that is needed is fear.

　I am afraid that what happened that night will happen again, and I am afraid that I will be powerless again.

　Fear will turn into the driving force for moving forward, and faith will turn into a signpost on your road.

　so...

　His palm tightly grasped the gun barrel, and holy light burst out at this moment.

　"O Spear of the Chosen One, please judge my actions!"

　The pattern of a round table suddenly emerged from Percival's body, and the roar of an evil dragon faintly reached his ears.

　Yes, just for a moment...

　Percival smiled.

　He saw...

　The long-awaited chalk city.