The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The light unique to the Noble Phantasm lit up again and slowly brightened.

　“This is really hard for me to find…”

　The ethereal voice reached Fafnir's ears, and his pupils, which had originally dimmed, shone again.

　"Who are you--"

　The blue and white skirt swayed slightly, and the shawl rustled in the strong wind from the opposite side.

　The short-heeled boots stepped lightly on the ground, and the long silver hair was reflected in the blue pupils.

　Balmung's sword kept ringing, and the curtain of night was shattered by a single blow.

　The crimson dragon pupils gradually rose, along with raging flames and the sound of bells coming from nowhere, reflected in Fafnir's eyes.

　The golden spirit particles continued to surge in the air, and then gathered on the sword of Balmung.

　Liquid gold emerged from the void and covered Fafnir's wound.

　"Holy Sword, draw your sword."

　The moment the words fell, the Servants, the sky, the earth, everything in front of Fafnir turned into debris in the torrent along with the ringing of the bell.

　A green light streaked across the sky, and the galloping divine horse pulled the exquisite chariot and rushed all the way, rushing out of the attack range of the holy sword.

　Achilles rushed out with sparks and lightning, and one could even vaguely see some burnt white smoke coming out of his mouth. His short green hair was draped on his head in a very messy manner, and his bright scarf had long been burned to ashes.

　“I almost got sucked in!”

　"I'm so sorry... I was a bit pressed for time so I subconsciously wanted to finish everything at once..."

　The girl apologized to Achilles with a hint of apology on her face, and at the same time, she restored his appearance to its original state.

　"..."

　After a moment of silence, Achilles slowly walked to the side and silently carried Fafnir.

　He didn't know why, but he always felt that if he opened his mouth without paying attention, his heels would be hit to pieces without leaving any residue.

　Intuition is something that sounds confusing, but sometimes it cannot be ignored.

　after all...

　A hero's intuition often saves lives, doesn't it?

　A clear whistle came out of Achilles' mouth, but he soon discovered another problem.

　What would Fafnir do if he let the girl sit on the chariot? He couldn't possibly lift her all the way from here like a weightlifting, right?

　He is not the Hercules who can support the sky, so he can't do it.

　As if she noticed the sadness on Achilles' face, the girl blinked her eyes and then spoke slowly:

　"It's okay, I can fly by myself."

　"..."

　"Um...Excuse me, what's your name?"

　After coughing lightly a few times, Fafnir looked at the girl and Achilles staring at each other in front of him and slowly broke the silence.

　"The name's Sieg."

　"Ah? Um...Is that so...Sieg..."

　People can never see their complete picture. No matter how hard they try, there will always be a blind spot that they have forgotten.

　But what if she stood in front of you?

　How will you react when your long-held views collapse?

　The girl who had long since broken free from the chains of fate and Sieg who had accepted what fate awaited at the other side of time...

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　"Are you nervous?"

　Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was staring at the location where the light burst in the distance, Chiron spoke slowly in a tone that he thought would not scare the other person as much as possible.

　"Don't worry, the time is almost up. As long as we wait until the sun rises, they will retreat, or be eliminated."

　"No, I just remembered something..."

　Ritsuka Fujimaru shook his head slightly after listening to Chiron's words, then looked at the badge in his hand that was flashing like a breathing light.

　"The riders will take care of it. The managers aren't incredibly fragile. If they insist on escaping, no one can stop them."

　After all, they are just a group of robots that have been programmed. They have no tactics at all. As long as they seize the opportunity, they can avoid the most fatal critical blow and then counterattack.

　But that light...

　His brows furrowed slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his pupils, and the distant environment began to magnify in his eyes.

　"It seems like Rider has handled it properly, huh?"

　Looking at Fafnir flying in the distance and Achilles standing above him, Chiron's mouth curled up slightly.

　"What does rider mean?"

　"I'll tell you my real name when he comes back. First, we need to understand the current situation. By morning, I will do my best to tell you everything I know.

　intelligence."

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　As he felt the badge in his hand begin to heat up inexplicably, the worry hidden in his eyes began to slowly fade away.

　"Then please."

　As Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, he bowed slightly to Chiron.

　"Such a formal request really brings back memories..."

　Chiron looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and sighed subconsciously.

　"Then—let's get started."

　The blackboard was covered with dense handwriting, and Chiron waved the black pointer in his hand, pointing out the various information written on the blackboard paper one by one.

　Ritsuka Fujimaru and the girl sat in the first row, staring at the blackboard intently.

　Achilles sat with another young man with a puzzled look on his face, his eyes filled with clear confusion.

　Who am I? Where am I? Aren't we supposed to be preparing a battle plan? Why are we in class? And—

　"who are you?"

　"Snapped!"

　"It hurts!"

　Accompanied by an extremely crisp sound and an extremely familiar knocking feeling, Achilles covered his head.

　I always feel like... I seem to have done something similar before?

　Subconsciously, Achilles suddenly felt cold all over, and a phantom pain suddenly began to spread across his face.

　It was as if something flat had hit him hard in the face.

　"Don't be distracted during class."

　"No, no, no, we're just exchanging information, right? Where's the class?"

　"is it?"

　Looking at Achilles who was madly refuting him, Chiron glanced at the full notes in front of the girl, and the smile on his face became more gentle.

　Although this gentle smile in Achilles' eyes seemed to be a ghost from hell and a curse from the Titan Tartarus.

　"How about we fast-forward to the technical communication practical class?"

　Achilles swallowed, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his face.

　Technical exchange practice class, also known as practical class.

　Although you won't really die under Chiron's various attacks.

　But sometimes...

　In fact, it would be better to die.

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　Interlude: 8. It's Just Me

　Seeing Chiron's smile gradually becoming more and more "kind" in his eyes, Achilles' inner alarm bells kept ringing wildly.

　All of a sudden, all kinds of unbearable memories began to break through the layers of restraints and slowly crawled out from the deepest parts of the brain.

　For example, "In order to train you to become the fastest and strongest hero you desire, I will train your most important judgment and analytical skills."

　Then, starting from this moment today, you will dodge Chiron's attacks for 24 hours in a row.

　An arrow without a tip cannot kill...

　What a ghost!

　The stones have been shattered, okay?!

　If this body had not been soaked in the water of the Styx, he would have been dead!

　Achilles forced himself to cut off all the unbearable memories of being beaten, and an expression of great pain appeared on his face.

　“I choose cultural studies!”

　As if he had made some kind of decision, Achilles' face was filled with an expression of incomparable determination.

　I am Achilles, who can rival the great Greek hero Hercules. It is my duty to maintain an extremely serious expression during the mere information exchange!

　It is my unshirkable responsibility to supervise the concentration of my junior classmates in class!

　"Really? You really look incredibly reliable, Achilles..."

　Chiron looked at the light emanating from Achilles, which seemed to be responding to his determination. His eyes were filled with satisfaction, and a smile of satisfaction appeared on the corners of his mouth.

　Human beings are indeed very wonderful creatures, always full of expectations.

　It always feels like we parted just yesterday, but the next time we meet, we find that the other person has grown into a great hero without us noticing.

　So, in response to your determination and my feelings.

　"Then please repeat the information I gave you earlier."

　The accomplished disciples who have already established themselves in the world, the well-behaved and sensible new disciples, the expectant words, the gratified smiles.

　This should be an ideal scene of teachers and students interacting with each other.

　but...

　Cold sweat dripped down Achilles' cheeks drop by drop.

　Someone's going to be screwed.

　Combat experience and martial arts skills are of no use at this moment.

　The relieved smile and the fused voice now sounded like the death-demanding sound from the hell of Tartarus.

　If you can't answer...

　The voice seemed to be whispering softly in Achilles' ear.

　Just prepare to die.

　The great hero, shining like a meteor, is preparing

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　End your life like a shooting star.

　The girl's pupils radiated a beautiful light, and her slender fingers gently tapped the full notebook in front of her.

　The magic circuit slowly spread out from the girl's plump fingertips. Part of it connected to the paper, while another part slowly crawled into the darkness and quietly climbed onto Achilles' scarf.

　As if something was stirring in his mind, Achilles suddenly felt a little nauseous.

　Then, the notes that had been completely blocked by Chiron appeared in Achilles' mind.

　The knowledge got into my head in a strange way.