The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The most important thing is that the shadow under Meilushin's feet doesn't seem to be just her own shadow.

　The bright moonlight fell on Meilushin's body, and her shadow began to extend into the depths of the corridor, into another dark section.

　A hallucinatory bell sounded faintly.

　A dark blue flame suddenly appeared.

　The memory ends there.

　The next time he opened his eyes, he was awakened by the girl washing up.

　-

　"Well... maybe..."

　Joan of Arc nodded somewhat unnaturally, responding to the girl's words with a forced smile on her face.

　"Is that so?"

　The girl tilted her head in confusion, not noticing the unnatural look on Jeanne's face, and then slowly untied the towel wrapped around her hair.

　With a slight smile on her lips, Joan of Arc walked slowly forward and gently sat behind the girl.

　The palm of the hand gently passed through the waterfall of silver threads, and the warm water began to flow continuously along the long hair.

　Feeling the warm touch on her head, the girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and her body swayed gently with the movements of Jeanne's hands.

　If I could dream in the past, it would definitely be something like this.

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　An ordinary, common, yet warm dream...

　"Respond... Respond... Respond to my call..."

　There seemed to be a faint whisper in my ears.

　"Answer my call..."

　The narrowed eyes slowly opened, and the red dragon pupils scanned everything in front of him, but found nothing.

　"It's better to close your eyes, right? Otherwise, the water will flow in and it will be uncomfortable."

　Reaching out her hand to cover the girl's eyes, Joan of Arc adjusted the position of the shower head while gently laying the girl's body down, letting her lean tightly against her.

　"The one destined for you, or the one who splits your fate, please answer my call..."

　The flames danced before my eyes, finally forming a "?" in the air.

　The sun didn't hear any sound either.

　So... who is calling?

　A strange feeling arose in my heart, as if some indescribable existence was calling for help in some corner, some corner of the world.

　It's not an illusion, nor a dream, but the real thing——

　call.

　The soft and smooth towel gently wipes the face, and the magic-driven hair dryer works very quietly, drying every strand of hair diligently.

　The cheek was gently supported by the warm palm, and the lips felt an extremely warm touch with a hint of fragrance.

　The girl collapsed limply into Joan of Arc's arms without any resistance.

　On the one hand, there is no need and no desire to resist.

　Because she believed in Joan of Arc.

　On the other hand, she was trying to locate the calling voice that had completely disappeared, and needed to concentrate for the time being.

　"Well, here's a morning greeting... Good morning, Zig."

　Her lips slowly parted, savoring the remaining taste in her mouth. Joan of Arc smiled and spoke softly.

　"Well, good morning, ruler..."

　-

　The wheels of the dining cart rolled on the ground, making a constant "squeaking" sound.

　Woodworth's expression was serious yet with a hint of pride that was hard to conceal. He solemnly served the breakfast he had put so much effort into to Morgan and the girl.

　"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Woodworth."

　Morgan looked at the exquisite food in front of him and nodded to Woodworth.

　"Thank you."

　The girl followed Morgan and thanked him.

　"I am deeply apprehensive, Your Majesty, but this is all I can do now."

　No fighting, no war, no darkness.

　It's just a world full of hope and beauty.

　If you admit your own actions and continue to move forward with them, you will be qualified to step into this city of dreams.

　That's what Woodworth did.

　He is loyal to Morgan and fights only for Morgan.

　To him, Morgan's will was everything.

　Whether he was the Lord of Oxford or the General of the Fairy Kingdom, everything was just a change of status of a subject.

　But now...

　After distributing breakfast to everyone, Woodworth looked at Morgan, who picked up the food with a fork and put it into the girl's mouth very carefully and cautiously, with a light flashing in his pupils.

　A happy smile, a joyful smile.

　The hard ice will gradually melt because of happiness. No matter how aloof a lion is, sooner or later it will become as clingy as a cat.

　That’s right, this scene before our eyes, and everything that will happen in the future, are all about the existence of an individual named Woodworth.

　There is no need to continue fighting, all you need to do is do everything you can.

　Praise and thank you.

　All of this is the best reward for him.

　No fear, no desire.

　Just a heartfelt thank you.

　The emotion called happiness fills every corner of my heart.

　Only a treasure as pure as a snowflake could be worthy of such a dazzling brilliance.

　The celebration and blessings that have spanned two thousand four hundred years are still continuing at this moment.

　This must be the only existence that His Majesty could actively pursue, right?

　Woodworth narrowed his eyes slightly.

　The crisp sounds of knives and forks colliding with plates continued one after another.

　The girl's cheeks were slightly puffed up and she kept chewing food in her mouth.

　The peaceful daily life continued, but for Chaldea on the other side, it seemed that this was not the case.

　-

　The extremely unfamiliar night sky was filled with a sense of weightlessness, limbs waving wildly, and extremely messy hair blown by the strong wind.

　Come to think of it, this kind of thing has been happening all the time, hasn't it?

　Fujimaru Ritsuka fell from the sky with a serious face, and the skirt of his combat uniform

　Swing violently

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　Trembling.

　By the way...is Sieg okay?

　After all, after Percival released his Noble Phantasm, the entire aerial battleship was transferred out of the British Lostbelt, and the figures of Artoria Custer and Percival disappeared without a trace in the moment of the transfer.

　However, the final result was exactly as expected. The lossbelt disappeared and the world was not destroyed.

　but...

　I'm still a little worried.

　On one hand, there's Zig's side, and on the other hand, it's...

　"By the way, who is going to catch me this time and in what posture?"

　The strong wind was whistling in my ears, and my orange side ponytail was shaking constantly.

　"And what was that sound just now?"

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　Interlude: V. Stories and Dreams

　The afternoon sun is a bit more glaring than the early morning sun, but the temperature does make people feel a bit sleepy.

　Leaning on Jeanne Alt's back, the girl curled up her legs, with a heavy book resting on her thighs. The slightly yellowed paper was covered with densely packed words.

　This is the notebook Morgan has kept since she was the little princess of the Rain Clan.

　It records all the magic she has ever seen.

　From the most basic use of magic to the recently added magic reproduction of the holy sword and holy spear.

　Although the quality may not be as good as the original holy sword and holy spear, the only advantage of magic is that as long as there is enough magic power and the specific method is known, it can be released at will.

　The magic is to reduce your input and get greater output through various methods in the equivalent exchange between magic and results.

　Her fingertips gently slid across the pages of the book, and the words described in the delicate text were both familiar and unfamiliar to the girl.

　The chaotic and confusing strips deep in his memory began to be slowly sorted out under Morgan's notes.

　Black ink stained the paper, and twisted characters were written one after another under Joan of Arc Alt's slightly impatient movements.

　It was like some kind of inner thought was at work.

　When pairing up, you cannot lose to yourself.

　In order to show that she is different from her scary sister who can only brainwash people with brainwashing light, Jeanne d'Alter resolutely embarked on the path of literature.

　The first step to do is -

　Various words were reflected in her pale golden pupils, and her slender fingers flickered across the girl's book with a few sparks.

　While learning to recognize words, learn to write at the same time.

　It's unknown how many magic tricks Morgan recorded and learned during her time as a princess, but for some reason, a strange magic trick like teaching people to read was placed on the first page.

　The girl was thinking in her heart, and her hands suddenly froze as an idea emerged.

　I seem to...be illiterate before?

　A hint of doubt appeared in the red dragon's eyes.

　That's right, because she read the notes so smoothly, the girl successfully overlooked some extremely small details.

　She was actually illiterate before.

　An inexplicable sense of guilt suddenly rose from the bottom of the girl's heart.

　The girl quietly turned her head to glance at Jeanne d'Alter, who was staring at the book in front of her with wide eyes, and swallowed slightly.

　Just... treat it as a memory left by your past self.

　So in the final analysis, why was I able to understand the test questions given by Teacher Chiron at that time?

　Shaking her head gently, the girl threw these messy thoughts out of her mind and then turned her attention back to the book in her hand.

　The wide Cornunnos hood covered his head, and the loose clothing similar to a long sweater appeared even whiter under the sunlight.

　The toes wrapped in white over-the-knee socks gently tapped the carpet, and the delicate fur swayed gently with the perfect breeze.