The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

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　Evil people may not necessarily be punished because they themselves are the best examples.

　But at least... it can block some unnecessary dirt, right?

　Bawan Xi slowly opened his eyes, a nail

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　Appeared in front of oneself.

　That's right... Since I can't be called good now, then I will do everything that is called evil.

　At least this time...

　"I won't apologize to Mother anymore."

　The hammer in his hand was raised high, and curses continued to gather on the nails.

　"The world is truly cruel... Whether you're good or evil, once you're hated, it's the end of you."

　The lost past, the forgotten past, none of these are important. What is important is how you face it in the future.

　Admit what you have done generously, even if you are covered in blood.

　As long as the sun is there, as long as the light shines...

　I will continue to live as an evil person.

　No regrets...

　because...

　I am such a willful goblin.

　What I have done cannot be called good, but I will not abandon them or forget them.

　I will not atone, nor will I try to escape.

　I just drag them along.

　after all--

　Paradise has admitted it, hasn't it?

　As long as one is aware, even if one does evil, he is still qualified to enter the paradise of the innocent.

　"Fetch Failnaught!"

　The hammer hit the nail hard.

　The sharp tip flashed with a sharp cold light, and curses continued to overflow from the nail.

　Cernunnos's appearance was pierced through in an instant.

　The cursed spike pierced straight into its body and rushed towards the bead given by the girl.

　The nail bounced off.

　A playful smile appeared on Bawan Xi's lips, and blood slid down his face from the corner of his mouth.

　"go to hell."

　Silent words came out of Bawan Xi's mouth.

　The bead representing disaster in Cernunnos' body, which was the core of its activities at the moment, was broken.

　Bawan Xi's figure was wrapped in petals and disappeared on the spot.

　Following closely behind was a spear that tore through the sky and the earth.

　Morgan stood before the throne, with his outstretched hand pointed directly at Cornunnos, who was bending down along the cliff in front of him.

　The girl stood quietly on Morgan, the shining holy sword in her hand ready to strike.

　"O Lake of Darkness, come..."

　The water mirror covered the sky, and the surrounding environment suddenly became as if reflected on the seabed.

　The ripple-like light extended randomly.

　"Turn everything you see into ashes."

　The days of being loved, which should have been the price of a lost dream, have now returned to my life.

　“It is a dream of destruction that is constantly witnessed, with no reward, no redemption.”

　The promised glory has long been abandoned, and the past self cannot be reproduced.

　We have grown up and can't go back to the past.

　“Even at the end of the world, birds will still sing about tomorrow.”

　But at least, in the end, I will still have something worth cherishing.

　The lost dream has now returned again.

　"A roadless camelot!"

　The figures of twelve holy spears emerged, and magical patterns as gorgeous as flowers appeared on Cornunnos' body.

　The next second, a roaring sound continued to ring out along with the shaking of the ground.

　Along with the sharp sound of breaking through the sound barrier, Cornunnos' figure was almost completely pierced through.

　The powerful impact blasted a large hole in the opponent's body surface and knocked him off the ground, free from the curse.

　Those were tentacles like the roots of plants. The tentacles transformed by Moss wrapped around a huge rock and flew up.

　One section connected to the earth, and the other to the soles of Cernunnos' feet.

　The empty single eye slowly opened, and the eye socket, which had long been empty, looked in the direction of the girl, completely ignoring the warship approaching at high speed behind it.

　The knight stood silently on the bridge, the strong wind stirring his silver hair.

　The gun held tightly in his hand began to slowly emit light.

　Petals fluttered by, and the light of hope flickered quietly.

　The knight turned around and saw the magician, no longer the son of prophecy, gave him a thumbs up.

　For whom does destiny exist...

　You will also hold up the stars without anyone calling you.

　Artoria Caster raised the staff in her hand.

　The bells ring through the land of hope.

　At the moment when the real tomorrow finally arrives...

　Around your caliburn.

　"The countdown begins, Holy Spear, the court is in session—"

　A smile appeared on Percival's lips, and he raised the holy spear in his hand.

　"Even if this gun is not

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　, but I still want to use it to defeat the fate that shouldn't exist!"

　"O Spear of the Chosen One! Please judge my actions!"

　The light flickered, as if responding to the knight's shout.

　An endless stream of vitality was injected into the body of the Holy Spear, and the badge that had been treasured for a long time was flashing quietly.

　Shout out another name, the time has come and the price has been paid.

　These words came to my ears, like an illusion.

　Subconsciously, Percival opened his mouth and called out the name of the Noble Phantasm.

　"Glorious Spear of Destiny (Longinus Count Zero)!"

　Holy light continuously emanated from the gun body, forming a spiral tower in the air, completely separating Cornunnos' body from the ground beneath his feet.

　Moss's tentacles evaporated completely in an instant, leaving no trace of their existence.

　The girl waved at the ship and raised the holy sword in her hand.

　"Dragon Vein Incineration Type Weaponry, reload."

　The view was clear, and all the people had been completely transferred. The only ones left in this world were her and Cornunnos.

　"The sound of the pilgrimage bells is the beating of the stars within our hearts!"

　A huge shadow of a bell appeared behind the girl, and the bells rang one after another until all six bells were rung.

　"To the Great Ceremony of Disaster, open the door—"

　The sound of an old door lock being opened again after years of wind and rain could be heard slowly.

　"Ka-ka-ka-"

　The sound continued to ring.

　"The Holy Lance of the Round Table, weigh anchor—"

　Twelve holy spears woven from magic appeared after the bell struck, and they were arranged like clockwork.

　"Forgive... forgive... forgive our sins—the time to be crowned has come—"

　Gold covered his eyes, a dazzling crown appeared above his head, and the golden pointer began to rotate clockwise from the holy spear representing "12".

　"God, please forgive my sins..."

　The pointer continued to rotate, returning from "12" to "0".

　"Holy Sword, draw your sword!"

　A golden torrent of magic rushed up into the sky, and the whole world seemed to be split into two at this moment.

　The light filled every gap, without a trace of darkness.

　"Pray for the sword of hope (elot) for relief!"

　No pain, no sadness.

　Although his body was being dissolved, he did not feel any pain at all.

　No anger, no cursing.

　The whiteness on the body is true whiteness.

　Black is a mixture, a blend, a color formed by various colors mixed together.

　but now--