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　of gold.

　"You... you really look like Siegfried..."

　There seemed to be a whisper in my ears, the words of a man.

　"I do have regrets, but also a glimmer of hope... I couldn't prevent Siegfried's fate, but..."

　I can prevent your end.

　Look, don't you have someone waiting for you to come back? Don't you still have someone you care about?

　Although he's just as clueless as Siegfried...it doesn't seem quite right to describe you. But the meaning is similar, so try to understand it.

　The man's shadow, outlined in gold, slowly emerged from the darkness.

　"I've seen heroes fall, so..."

　Memories of the past once again surfaced before my eyes.

　The warrior holding Balmung high and the girl holding a greatsword under the moonlight, their figures gradually overlapped.

　"The only ones who can wield that sword are the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried and—"

　The man's words were slightly prolonged, and a gold coin was thrown high up and then dropped quickly.

　The positive and negative sides kept rotating alternately in the air, and together they crossed the eyes made of gold.

　The dragon-slaying hero is printed on the front, while on the back is the evil dragon that should be defeated.

　The gold coin fell on the back of his hand and then flew into the air again due to the reaction force.

　This goes on and on until——

　The gold coin stood straight on the back of his hand.

　The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon. The moment he kills the evil dragon, he will be no different from the evil dragon in the eyes of the world.

　but...

　The girl's lips opened slightly.

　No sound came out, but the man nodded anyway, as if he had already received the answer.

　I will not be a slave to the rules.

　There is no need to be understood or recognized.

　No matter how much you are questioned, no matter how you are treated.

　The girl will still quietly watch over humanity in some corner of the world.

　Its name is——

　Humanity's final watch device.

　For a certain promise, the girl can give up everything she has, that's all.

　The golden eyes slowly opened, and the complex and eye-catching kaleidoscope kept changing.

　Liquid gold continued to surge, and Balmung and a suit of armor slowly emerged from it.

　"As compensation... could you please give this to her when she wakes up?"

　Everything seemed to have returned to that night.

　A night saved, a night given life.

　Siegfried disappeared, but his replacement appeared.

　Although it seems like a request to Jeanne, in reality...

　"Ah, are you just going to trust me, the villain who murdered you?"

　"I believe in you. Without you, I wouldn't even be able to stand before Fafnir."

　"——Really, there's nothing I can do about you... Leave it to me. I'll give it to her after she wakes up."

　The golden man kept thinking about the previous scene, and then looking at the girl's hand holding the hilt of the sword, he subconsciously widened his eyes and slowed down his breathing.

　The crisp sound of swords continued to emanate from Balmung's body.

　It was not the Balmung refined in the girl's body, but the real Balmung in Siegfried's hand.

　“Is that so… Is that so?! This is simply—”

　Siegfried died, and everyone knew that Siegfried had a sword that could slay dragons and armor that became invulnerable after being stained with dragon blood.

　But no one could find where they went, and no one could use them.

　The only clues point to Hagen, who murdered Siegfried.

　Then, Hagen also announced the facts very calmly:

　Balmung and the invincible armor can only be used by the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried.

　He issued such a curse.

　And now——

　He saw it with his own eyes, after who knows how many years had passed since Siegfried's death—

　The girl, wearing armor, raised Balmung high in her hand, and a dazzling but not eye-catching golden light shone out, as if making a declaration.

　"It's like... you're telling me that idiot is still alive..."

　Sadness surged in his heart, and his voice couldn't help but have a hint of crying.

　"It's time to wake up from the dream, Sieg... No, follow your heart."

　"Of course..."

　The man, whose body turned into golden sand and began to dissipate, raised his head in surprise.

　"Thank you, Hagen..."

　In the light, the girl smiled at the gradually dissipating Hagen, the curse within the Rhine Gold, and spoke words of gratitude.

　A drop of liquid gold slid from the corner of Hagen's eye.

　In the very end, he finally heard the words from the heart of a certain idiot.

　wake up.

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　"If it's a dragon, then of course it's—"

　The girl gripped the familiar yet unfamiliar hilt of the sword tightly.

　Oberon seemed to have realized something and looked suddenly at the abyss under his feet.

　There is clearly nothing, it has clearly disappeared long ago.

　but...

　The alarm bells in his heart were warning him frantically.

　The existence that destroys everything actually felt fear at this moment.

　"Awake from the golden dream, freed from the cradle..."

　The hilt of the sword was gently turned, and a flash of light flashed across the green jade.

　"The evil dragon will eventually fall, severing all light and shadow..."

　The gold continued to surge, surrounding the girl completely.

　"World, it's sunset now!"

　A blue beam of light spread out from the sword of Balmung and continued to rise towards the exit.

　"I'll shoot you down—Fantasy Greatsword: Balmung!"

　Gold, light, and a torrent of magic.

　The three things entangled together roared, starting from the abyss, from bottom to top, from inside to outside—

　He cut open the giant dragon that devoured everything and severed the body of the insect that was about to fall.

　Oberon looked at the magic beam that crossed the infinity he had mentioned in almost an instant and rushed in front of him, with a slight smile on his lips.

　"You are such a disgusting fellow!"

　Then the fall began.

　The wings were originally just for decoration and had no flying function. If it were still alive, it might be used as a hang glider.

　but now...

　Looking at his wings that had turned to ashes, Oberon had a sneer of disgust on his face, but there was also a hint of pleasure in it.

　"Now that you're awake, get out of here! Get as far away as you can!"

　But it doesn’t really matter, does it?

　There will be more terrifying monsters above the monsters, and the evil dragon will be completely defeated one day.

　Besides——

　The wish to destroy Britain (the fairy kingdom) is about to be fulfilled, right?

　"You should change your appearance back. I'm more used to the previous Fairy King Oberon than the rude you now."

　"It's really disgusting that they can speak the truth without any scruples..."

　Looking at the girl in front of him who was wearing armor and looked like a dragon-slaying hero, Oberon curled his lips.

　"And what are you saying? It seems to me that you are speaking the truth."

　"I'm telling you...you're a little too gentle..."

　The British sky disappeared, and in its place was another, extremely vast and brilliant starry sky.

　That's right.

　Oberon's dream has ended. The dream of deceiving himself and deceiving everything is over.

　Now, he fell into another dream.

　A Midsummer Night's Dream, a story full of truth and beauty, perfect for the Goblin King Oberon to fully display his talents...

　Really, it's amazing...

　A dream that brings joy to the heart.

　do you know?

　Silent words were spoken upon Auberon's lips.

　I actually like you, kid...

　The falling insect stopped falling.

　The gorgeous sea of ​​flowers turned into a soft net that gently caught him.

　The insect-like goblins gathered together and surrounded Oberon.

　No disgust, no vomiting, no duty to destroy.

　The evil dragon Oberon Vortigern was completely destroyed by the device responsible for its surveillance.

　Everything is so beautiful, like a never ending...

　A Midsummer Night's Dream.

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　Fairyland: Forty-Five: The Poem of the End

　The riots have begun and the destruction has come.

　The news that Morgan had killed all the ministers and officials spread throughout Britain overnight like snowflakes carried by a sinister breeze.

　What followed was an undeclared war.

　A large number of knights crossed the wreckage of Sheffield and marched straight towards the land in the north.