The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　And she is nothing.

　Monster and hero, two concepts that should be incompatible, are integrated into one in the girl.

　He who slays a dragon will become a dragon.

　but...

　Aurora narrowed her eyes, her bright pupils silently watching the figure soaring in the sky.

　In the eyes of some people, she was, is, and will always be——

　A hero who belongs to only a few people, not a monster in the eyes of the world.

　A saint is not necessarily a holy person, and a holy person is not necessarily a saint.

　The most sinful thing can sometimes be filled with nobility.

　Those who are extremely noble may sometimes be plagued by sin.

　"As expected... I still like Her Highness the Princess more than Her Highness the Prince..."

　Unknown surprises, shining treasures.

　I got a lot, but I also have nothing.

　Aurora collapsed in a pool of blood, a faint smile hanging from the corner of her mouth. The light in her crystal-like pupils began to slowly dissipate...

　-

　Accompanied by a roar, a howl like a declaration resounded throughout the British sky.

　The thick cumulus clouds were dispersed layer by layer by the shock waves visible to the naked eye, and the flames burning on the ground were completely extinguished by the strong wind pressure.

　There is only one reason.

　"I am--"

　The white Albion dragon roared, and dazzling light faintly emanated from the gaps in its armor.

　"It has no face, just a piece of flesh buried in the mud."

　"but--"

　The armor on the chest slowly dismantled, and a beam of light like a cannon barrel slowly emerged from the chest.

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　Out.

　"I have a treasure that I will risk everything to protect—"

　I may have thought before that I didn’t want to live as anyone else. I just wanted to be myself and live for myself.

　The most beautiful thing is always the last moment.

　That's enough...

　Beautiful things will never decay again, at that moment the lightsaber in his hand pierced her heart.

　The wish became reality, please everything, please everything.

　With your own face and your own identity, you are no longer a beast that survives by relying on others.

　Freedom is the most precious thing a person has. Once lost, it may never be regained.

　But even so——

　For the treasure that is worth risking everything.

　Even freedom—

　"I can also personally put on the shackles called sister."

　The giant white dragon roared towards the distant self, towards the self of the past, towards the self who had never encountered the treasure—

　"Fly, towards the sky over there! Even if you are already a wreckage——"

　A dazzling light emanated, accompanied by a flash of aurora. The red disaster rushed straight into it without any resistance.

　In the very end, it still felt it.

　As a beast, a lonely beast.

　I felt a moment of warmth.

　Crystal tears dripped from the corners of Disaster's eyes, and black debris fell into the—

　sky.

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　The cracked heart started to move again like a stuck gear.

　The accumulated original sins can also be forgiven.

　I don’t know his name or appearance.

　Disaster raised its head, and the hoarse and strange roar accompanied by the sound of a completely overloaded engine once again resounded through the sky.

　Empty prayers, painful pursuits.

　The bond born in hurt, the warmth felt in pain.

　Even though it's just wreckage, even though it's just fragments.

　but...

　That warmth is real warmth.

　A fleeting thought, a fleeting expectation.

　That's a feeling I shouldn't have.

　Incomprehensible and unparsable.

　The body moved on its own.

　The body began to restart, like a flower about to wither.

　Accompanied by falling flesh and flowing blood.

　The wreckage of Albion, a plague of fire, soared into the sky.

　"No reason...needed."

　“aaaaa——”

　It spread its broken wings and kept calling out with a hoarse voice.

　Scales overloaded by flying, flesh peeling off because it couldn't stand the start.

　The dragon accepted everything and took off again.

　The red lines began to be replaced by a faint blue light.

　There is nothing to be proud of, nothing to praise.

　Even if it was a foreign object from the beginning...

　"Fly, even you are just wreckage!"

　It is obvious that there is nothing to pursue, and it is obvious that I am just an unrecognized foreign object.

　But there is still something to be gained...

　To embrace this burning night.

　The dusk has long passed and the night is drawing to a close.

　The first light of dawn -

　A moment of warmth...

　-

　"It's great... flying... so high..."

　Little bits of light sparkled in Aurora's eyes.

　The image reflected in her pupils was of two dragons that would never be accepted soaring together.

　"Fly, fly high, fly to where you are accepted..."

　Look, Auberon...

　The so-called purity, the so-called brilliance, is just like that. Even wild beasts would be attracted to it...

　It was something she held up just to show off, and her ugliness was like the surface of a lake that exuded a foul stench.

　Her shadow was reflected on the surface of the lake.

　What was born after that was truly something beautiful...

　As expected...

　What you can’t get is the most beautiful.

　The ugliness was separated and transformed into a shining beauty for a moment of warmth.

　"What a surprise..."

　As she looked up at the sky like a child, her life and radiance faded away.

　-

　"call--"

　Bagster slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

　The blazing flames in front of him began to sway with increasingly stronger vibrations.

　The dark shadow slowly stretched across the ground, and the beast-like body began to become twisted and weird.

　She is a black dog, a wild beast, and an existence that cannot be satisfied.

　She has been living in her own fantasy, imagining that

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　The boy is still alive, telling himself all kinds of interesting stories.

　But...sooner or later, there will be a day when you wake up from your dream, right?

　Just when one of your own karma is taken away.

　It’s time to wake up from the dream.

　The child gave him a gentle smile, and his body burst out with strength that was completely unbecoming of his size, pushing him out.

　The Cavaliers shouldn't hide from reality.

　Right?

　Sir Tristan?

　The red-haired knight silently plucked the strings of the harp, and his tightly closed eyes opened slightly as if he had noticed Bagster's gaze, and then he looked at him.

　"As a knight, you are certainly worthy of the name of Gawain. I am absolutely certain of this. Even if the king himself came, she would not have any objections, and Lord Gawain would be even less so. However—"

　Tristan paused, then changed the subject.

　"If you don't cross that hurdle, you will never be able to become Lord Gao Wen or a Knight of the Sun. After all—"

　The strings were constantly plucked, and rapid sounds were continuously played out.

　"Your heart is filled with dark clouds."

　Bagster opened his eyes wide, and his pupils kept trembling.

　dark clouds...

　Yeah... dark clouds...

　Bagster lowered his eyes and slowly lowered his hand from the hilt of the sword.