The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Joan of Arc Alter did not notice any other movements from the figure behind her, and she was still struggling with the complicated text in front of her.

　Even with the help of the girl's magic, she was still extremely distressed.

　If you are not good at handwriting, you can practice again. If you are not good at drawing, you can continue drawing.

　After all, she has plenty of time now.

　The dream that could disappear at any time like a bubble was fixed.

　She should have completely disappeared, but was firmly fixed on the realm record tape by an incomparably huge edge like an anchor.

　It’s just that it’s not the world outside, but the realm record belt above the inner sea of ​​this star.

　With 4.6 billion years of life intelligence, Albion has witnessed all heroes and all stories.

　It has witnessed all legends and all history.

　Some legends are not history, and some history is not true.

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　All of this was recorded without reservation in the intelligence, waiting to be digested.

　Then, in order to ensure the existence of this backup plan, Sieg hacked into the realm record tape and completely copied it into the inner sea of ​​the star.

　After all, the restraining force has long ended, whether it is Gaia or Alaya.

　In a destroyed world, records no longer have any practical meaning.

　Therefore, the defense system of the realm record belt did not even block it at all, and opened its door directly to Sieg.

　Rather than falling into the long river of time and disappearing forever along with the destroyed history, it is better to continue moving forward with a tiny miracle.

　The Throne of Heroes was completely copied, along with everything that might have existed, shouldn't have existed, and had long since disappeared.

　All the records were copied and stored as backup in the inner sea of ​​the star.

　Of course, how did they find out?

　This is what it's like to walk out of the Throne of Heroes and then immediately step back in.

　But the only difference is...

　Here is the being they adore.

　But these things are not important now!

　Joan of Arc Alter stared at the words in front of her, her pale golden pupils seemed to be revealing flames of anger.

　The words that looked like twisting poisonous snakes began to change their shapes constantly in the eyes like an illusion.

　She could confidently say that she knew every word.

　But once they were put together into a sentence, she couldn't understand it.

　This is definitely not my problem.

　It’s all because the prototype of this body is so bad!

　definitely is!

　Just as Jeanne d'Alter was thinking this in her heart, the door of the study creaked softly.

　“You’re really hardworking…”

　Percival gently pushed open the door of the study and walked in quietly, his eyes lingering for a moment on an extremely empty bookcase.

　Recalling the extremely serious look of Melusin writing in the study next door, Percival's mouth corners subconsciously curled up slightly.

　That's right... although there are only a few copies left now.

　But one day, this bookcase...

　The pupils reflected the girl who was looking at him with a smile. Percival slowly walked over with black tea and snacks.

　It will be filled with happy stories, without leaving any space.

　And now, as an older brother, what he has to do is to make these stories more and more numerous and fuller.

　That's all...

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　In the dark corner, the blue flames kept jumping, and a dark figure stood quietly in the darkness. The blue flames turned into eyes, silently watching everything in the study.

　"What do you think? As a hero who defeated fate?"

　The petals fluttered slightly.

　Merlin said to the old man in the mountain with a smile.

　"She chose her destiny and then took a different path, that's all."

　"Is that so? That really fits your answer..."

　"You have changed, magician..."

　Merlin paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face again.

　"Well, indeed, it's just as you said... After all, humans are creatures that grow. To truly become human, you must give up 100% of yourself and start all over again."

　There was a faint light in his pupils as Merlin spoke softly.

　"Just like Merlin now, he's just an ordinary magician. Not a star beast, nor a hybrid of human and nightmare, but just a pure and simple—"

　"Merlin."

　It no longer has the identity of a beast, no longer has the ability to see from afar, and no longer has the so-called almost infinite lifespan.

　So who are you?

　Vivian's question was indeed tricky, but also extremely simple.

　The answer is actually right in front of you.

　I was always doubting it before, but I finally found out.

　The so-called results have always been there.

　He is called Merlin not because of anything, but because he is Merlin, so he is called that.

　If someone cannot be called Merlin without those things, then in reality, that person will never be Merlin.

　That was why he expressed his gratitude to Sieg and gave up everything to perform that magic.

　"The so-called story... The old man of the mountain..."

　Merlin whispered softly.

　"It should have a happy ending. After all, we have already experienced a not-so-happy ending, right? That child already calls you grandpa. You

　No matter how much

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　Isn't it time to express your opinion? "

　The next second after the words fell, the previous seriousness disappeared instantly, and Merlin quietly approached the old man in the mountain.

　"Did you enjoy the food that the child prepared for you on your wedding day?"

　The blue flames flickered and the evening bells rang faintly.

　When there is a major crisis that needs to be resolved, Merlin will be an extremely reliable guide.

　But if there is no crisis, Merlin is the one who needs to be dealt with the most.

　Reliability and unreliability are just a matter of thought.

　after all...

　If that weren't the case, Merlin wouldn't be Merlin, right?

　The evening bells, becoming inaudible just for one person, continued to ring.

　"Fu-Fu-"

　The little white animal was held in Vivian's arms, and its limbs kept waving in the air, as if it was cheering for the old man in the mountain. Its furry tail also kept swaying from side to side with its excitement.

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　Should we say it fell or fell?

　This is indeed a very serious issue. Although it does not involve any strange issues, Fujimaru Ritsuka still feels that this issue is worth thinking about.

　After all, the sea surface below was getting closer and closer. The bright moonlight fell on the sea surface, and the ripples caused by the breeze stirred up waves of extremely beautiful and moving reflections.

　She didn't have much time to appreciate it, as communication with Chaldea was completely disconnected, and the simple summoning could not be activated for various reasons.

　Even if you enter a singularity in your sleep, you will still feel pain, and your body in the outside world will still react to it.

　The ceremonial attire could not play any role because it was a dream.

　Well, there is only one answer.

　The last trump card in her hand.

　Even though the actual costumes couldn't be used, the badge given by the girl inexplicably appeared in his pocket.

　But I can’t care about that anymore!

　If you fall from this height!

　He will definitely fall to death!

　It's time to go, Sig!

　I was shouting in my heart, but after all, the wind speed was so fast that I couldn't open my mouth to make any sound.

　Ritsuka Fujimaru raised the badge in his hand and pointed it directly below him, at the sea surface that was expanding continuously.

　Silver light suddenly appeared above the patterns on the badge.

　Magic power continuously overflows from the badge.

　It started with just a few lines forming a cube.

　Then, the lines began to expand continuously, gradually turning into the city of Camelot, like an uncolored draft.

　The white light turned into colors, filling every corner of Camelot.

　A huge splash of water shot up into the sky as the fortress crashed directly into the ocean.

　The strong shock wave continuously rolled up the sea water and smashed it towards the coast.

　The white palm trembled slightly as it tightly grasped a small rock.

　There was an extremely glaring footprint on the beach.

　Ritsuka Fujimaru was lying on the ground, clutching the girl's badge tightly in his hand, staring blankly at the sky.

　I always feel... there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity, I always feel like I have seen it there...

　"Wake up... Master of Chaldea... Great Master who answered my call..."

　The previous voice once again reached Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears.

　He slowly raised his body by supporting himself on the sand with his arms, and the white moonlight fell on Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

　With his back gently leaning against a relatively flat rock, under the moonlight, the Master and the Evil Dragon met.

　Just like a world famous painting.

　"..."

　Their eyes met, and Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent as he looked at the dark evil dragon in front of him.

　Although...

　Logically speaking, shouldn't the ones who appear at this time be servants?

　After all, this is what all the records of Chaldea say.

　"Master of Chaldea..."

　The evil dragon spoke slowly first, raising one of his claws.

　"Are you still conscious? How many fingers can you see?"