The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Mashu looked in disbelief at Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who was laughing wildly and waving flames in front of her.

　"You just need to keep moving forward, leave this to us."

　The white flag fluttered high, and the long golden hair fluttered up and down in the air along with the hot air flow.

　"My flag! Protect my compatriots!"

　With the Noble Phantasm in her hand ready to be used, Jeanne looked towards Angra Mainyu.

　"Are you ready?"

　"Of course! This is a combination technique that my juniors and I have poured our hearts and souls into developing!"

　As Angra Mainyu spoke, he gave Jeanne a thumbs-up. Then, his entire figure suddenly swelled up, becoming like a werewolf.

　Then, he was kicked away by Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

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　The flames tore through Angra Mainyu's body, devouring his flesh and blood.

　"Here is my Lord (luminosite eternelle)!"

　The light enveloped Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc Alter, and Angra Mainyu.

　The latter fell straight into the memory group like a meteor across the night sky, and then caused a violent explosion.

　A mushroom cloud visible to the naked eye rose into the sky, and Angra Mainyu's exaggerated screams resounded throughout the sky.

　"Well, please..."

　"Don't worry about it, just think of it as a fairy from paradise."

　The girl answered Mashu's question helplessly.

　"You've been fooled! The so-called rebound curse... Wait a minute... Why is the perspective so weird?"

　Selectively ignoring Angra Mainyu who had turned his head 180 degrees, the girl led the crowd forward.

　"Let's go..."

　He stood up shakily, reached out his hand, pressed his head and twisted it back suddenly.

　"They succeeded in breaking through, so what's next..."

　The three of them leaned against each other back to back.

　"It's time to erase unpleasant memories!"

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　I always feel very tired when typing lately...

　Fairyland: Forty-Eight: When the Stars Are Born

　"Is this... the chosen place, the place where the holy sword was forged?"

　Crossing the sea of ​​flowers and facing the breeze, everyone climbed a high tower under the leadership of Merlin.

　The tower was not built to imprison Merlin, but was used as a furnace.

　"That's right. Located at the center of Avalon is the core of the universe, the place where the fairies of paradise should return." Outside the hollow decorated walls, the stars twinkled quietly.

　Two completely opposite skies, night and day, appeared above the world at the same time.

　"This should have been the place where you, Altria, completed the Pilgrimage of Hearts and threw yourself into it, but now..."

　Merlin stopped talking and looked at the girl who was standing silently in front of the pit.

　"The Holy Sword will be born through a process unknown even to me. Even in this Lostbelt, where the Holy Sword is a blank slate and a concept that doesn't exist, you can obtain it."

　"It's not a temporary manifestation of a heroic spirit as a record tape, but rather an object that can be possessed by the humans of this era, an object that can be possessed by heroes."

　"So... with that holy sword, Ritsuka Gomashu's world of magic can be saved?"

　Merlin nodded slightly as he listened to what Altria Caster said.

　"If I had to say, the probability would have increased from 0 to 1, if it weren't for little Sieg."

　"...Well, don't make that face. After all, the holy sword we're forging this time is completely different from the previous ones. Maybe it can be increased to a thousand right after it's forged?"

　Mashu listened to Merlin's words and raised one arm like a student full of doubts.

　"Excuse me...if it's forging, what materials are there?"

　"That would certainly be—"

　Merlin's pupils suddenly shrank, his legs suddenly went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

　Just now, Merlin saw——

　The girl threw the holy spear and holy sword into the furnace, and then took out a bunch of strange materials from somewhere and started rummaging through them with Qianzi Village as if she was picking up garbage, and occasionally threw some of them into the furnace.

　"Um...little Ziggy?"

　Merlin spoke slowly, somewhat hesitantly.

　"We're forging holy swords, not... uh... repairing them?"

　"Well, I know."

　The girl handed a pile of hearts, bones, gems and other things to Sengo Muramasa, then nodded to Merlin.

　"That's why we throw them in, right?"

　There is no concept of holy sword, no human fantasy and no human faith.

　The necessary raw materials are not available in sufficient quantities, so in order to achieve equivalent conversion, everything the fairies in Paradise have must be invested.

　The fairies of Paradise are themselves pure fantasy, with a certain amount of faith.

　It's because the fantasy and belief are too small, so they need more other things to fill it.

　To this end, the girl chose to invest both the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance as raw materials.

　After thoroughly melting and tempering these two, they were extracted, and the strongest fantasy and the concepts of the Holy Sword and Holy Lance contained within were extracted, and used to fill the gap.

　The concepts are already complete, and the next thing to do is to reproduce the carrier that can carry the fantasy.

　Using oneself as a fulcrum, offer the most powerful heart on this planet, and then inject sufficient fantasy materials.

　Originally, these alone were not enough, but...

　The girl licked her lips.

　Although I can re-watch

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　She was indeed very happy, but that didn't mean that the painful memories could be put to rest.

　Furnace? Core? Avalon?

　Bring it to you.

　All the fantasies above the stars plus the shadow of Avalon forged together...

　Although the requirements for forging skills will be raised to an infinite level, but isn't it the courage to challenge the impossible that forgers are good at?

　There is no such thing as the best work in the eyes of a qualified blacksmith.

　and so--

　"Are you ready?"

　"Then do you still need to ask?"

　In response to the girl, Sengo Muramasa gave an extremely excited smile.

　The figure disappeared from the spot.

　Hot sparks continuously spewed out from the crater along with unimaginable magic power.

　The girl put her hands into her chest expressionlessly.

　Blood kept flowing down his arm.

　The red heart continues to beat even after being separated from the body.

　Gold gushed out and continued to gather at the hole, transforming into the girl's heart, replacing it and starting to beat again.

　Golden lines crawled up the girl's face, and a little gold began to flow along the blood vessels in the girl's body. The red dragon pupils were covered with a layer of gold, and the magic circuit began to spread from the girl's feet.

　"Looks like there's no problem?"

　Chiko Muramasa twisted his neck and then stretched his muscles.

　The crisp sound of "crackling" between the bones rang out.

　"So--"

　His muscles bulged like mountains, and he began to hit hard with the hammer in his hand.

　"Witness the essence of forging!"

　Abandoning all distracting thoughts, all that appeared in his sight were the materials and the forging table.

　"Abandon redundancy, abandon weight, abandon speed, know yourself..."

　Unwanted impurities turn to dust with every strike, and the concept of weight itself is stripped away from the material.

　"The essence of the spirit, the explanation..."

　The magic circuit spread across the entirety of Avalon, then began to shrink.

　"Complete the concept, close..."

　The flames climbed up Senko Muramasa's body, licking his flesh and blood.

　"Forging technique, critical..."

　The world turned into material and was mixed into the sword body. The gold of the Rhine kept surging and pouring in.

　The body's regeneration speed can no longer keep up with the speed of the flames.

　However, even so, the swordsmith named Sengo Muramasa did not slow down his movements at all.

　Even if his arms turned into charcoal, his strength and speed did not slacken in the slightest.

　The golden eyes stared at Sengo Muramasa's movements intently, his palms slightly extended forward, and invisible knocks sounded accompanied by sparks flying everywhere.

　Each blow hit the imperfect part of Sengo Muramasa's forging.

　"Ah..."

　The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face, which was slightly distorted by pain.

　"Severing fate, severing sin, I have dedicated my entire life to the sword! Don't underestimate Sengo Muramasa!"

　The hammer struck the sword blank hard for the last time.

　Dazzling flames shot up into the sky, completely engulfing Sengo Muramasa.

　"Well... all in all it was a pretty good forging experience! The sword blank is ready, the rest is up to you!"

　after all...

　This old man's cobbled-together spiritual foundation has been completely burned out...

　but...

　No regrets.

　I will only do what I think is right...

　"Well...thank you..."

　Not even a spirit particle floated out, and Sengo Muramasa just disappeared in the flames.

　Then, just a moment later, the core went out.

　Everyone heard it, a sound like breaking glass.

　Everything around him fell into darkness, and the ground beneath his feet disappeared.