The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　A man's unwilling voice came out of the giant's mouth.

　"Take pleasure from the mercy of the King of Gods. Extinction is this blow..."

　Another sun wheel unfolded again, and the words that were spoken before he could even speak were instantly blocked by the rain of swords that fell from the sky.

　"You've ruined my garden like this. You should be prepared for my wrath, right?"

　A flash of purple magic passed by.

　Various kinds of treasures bombarded the giant one after another.

　-

　It's all over.

　The Servant broke free from control and the Holy Grail was taken away.

　The disheveled man staggered and staggered through the ruins, with no light in his eyes.

　My own miracle has already...

　"That thing never belonged to you."

　The girl's voice reached the man's ears.

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　He held onto a rock and slowly turned around, looking in the direction where the sound came from.

　The shadow under his feet was infinitely stretched with the rising sun, and the red dragon eyes flickered quietly in the darkness.

　If something exists perfectly from the beginning, that perfection will gradually fade away as it grows, and it will become mediocre.

　but...

　The man opened his eyes wide, and the girl's figure was reflected deeply in his pupils.

　why...

　Are you still a perfect being?

　Mixed with various colors, stained with various colors, in the end, it is still an extremely pure white color?

　The light that had long been extinguished was ignited again, and a little light slowly emerged from the eyes.

　"Danic Preston Yugdomrenia..."

　The girl whispered the man's name.

　"You are..."

　Squinting his eyes slightly to block out the glaring sunlight, Danic, whose skin was as pale as a vampire, spoke slowly.

　"I see, you are the third party?"

　Listening to Danic's words, the girl nodded silently, then slowly made way.

　"Danike."

　The man with a dignified face looked at the Master in front of him who was once his man with an extremely calm gaze.

　"Impossible! Lancer! You can't!"

　"It's impossible for someone with memories to appear here, right?"

　Vlad III raised his hand to interrupt Danic's words, his eyes still fixed calmly on Danic's face full of disbelief.

　"At first, I really didn't have any relevant memories, but until you revealed your true identity, Danic..."

　Vlad III put away the weapon that looked like a ruler and a gun in his hand, and then slowly walked in front of Danik.

　"Are you wondering why Yu's power is so weak? Even after countless iterations, it's still so weak, right?"

　"He keeps saying he wants to continue his identity and his bloodline, but in the end, he is the first one to forget his own identity."

　Listening to Vlad III's words, Danik's pupils suddenly shrank, and a sharp pain instantly spread across the back of his hand.

　"Hehe...Hehe ahahahaha!"

　A sharp and piercing laugh came out of Condani's mouth.

　The patriarch of the Golden Tree Clan was like a madman at this moment, laughing loudly and grabbing his hair randomly.

　Forgot something, longed for something.

　Those who yearn for miracles will never get them.

　Retribution has always been around us, but we have just forgotten it.

　The person who should be paid the most attention to exists who should be guarded against the most.

　"...You're not going to kill me, lancer?"

　After laughing, Danik leaned softly on the rock behind him as if he had lost all his strength, and his face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

　"The rage has long since died out, and the traces of hatred have long since turned to dust. The same goes for you. Isn't it time to give up? If you don't do this, you won't be able to move on."

　"Your dreams, your longings, have long since gone completely empty, right? Your heart is already a huge void, and nothing can fill it, because it can't hold anything."

　"hehe..."

　Danic chuckled twice and then spoke slowly.

　"That's really kind, Lance. Is that really something someone like you would say? Can someone like you truly understand what kindness is?"

　"You say your anger has long since died out, your hatred has vanished. But how could you possibly not have hatred for someone like me? For someone like me who has jeopardized your honor as a hero?"

　As if he wanted to roar out all his internal organs, Danik kept roaring at Vlad III.

　"Then let me ask you, if you were to be defeated by me, would you harbor hatred and anger towards me? Would you harbor hatred towards the administrator for the miracle that was taken away from you?"

　Danic's gaze hesitated for a moment, his hands subconsciously clenched into fists and then immediately released them.

　"...What..."

　"Don't you understand, Danic? You don't actually harbor any resentment. The emptiness in your heart is too great to hold even resentment. Even a hint of anger is only a moment before that hatred falls out of that emptiness."

　"Although we all held dreams and pursued them, we had actually given up long ago. We had clearly given up somewhere in our hearts, but we still thought we had given our all."

　but...

　Vlad III's gaze gently turned to the girl and the boy, and the figure of the silver-haired swordsman slowly appeared in his pupils.

　There are indeed people who did not give up and tried their best.

　"But when we truly face our dreams, our ambitions... we will become incredibly sincere."

　"Only this

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　Is it the unchanging sincerity that keeps the dream alive?

　The girl listened to Vlad III's words and spoke slowly.

　"That's right, Danic, for all your efforts so far, everything you've done so far. Pairing is nothing to be ashamed of. We all are."

　"Everything you do for your dreams and ambitions. No matter how others see you, at least in your own eyes, it's definitely not something to be ashamed of."

　"But that's why we have to end it here. If we don't end it, then you will be betraying your dream."

　Avisbronn and Chiron listened to Vlad III's words in silence.

　Shakespeare held a pen and kept writing and drawing on paper.

　Atalanta watched as Jack and Semiramis looked at each other.

　Spartacus stared at Vlad III closely, but there was a rare absence of hostility in his gaze.

　Mordred pouted and scratched her hair. Frankenstein, who was standing next to her, tilted his head in confusion.

　Karna calmly watched everything in front of him.

　Siegfried focused his attention on the girl and the boy.

　“Even if you compromise and pretend to be indifferent while picking up your fallen dream, there will no longer be any brilliance in it.”

　Ritsuka Fujimaru listened to Vlad III's words, and then, as if he had realized something, he suddenly looked in the direction of the girl.

　There was no one there any more.

　-

　The continuation of the dream, the aftertaste of the dream.

　Whatever you want to be, whatever you want to do.

　The most important thing is to follow your own heart, not forget or betray.

　The girl stood in the distance and looked at everyone, and then her figure began to become gradually transparent.

　Now that it's resolved, she should leave.

　It would be more comfortable to leave on your own initiative in the end than to be taken out of the world artificially.

　Miracles always come at a price.

　But the price and the miracle itself are not necessarily equivalent.

　Of course, the agreement made at that time will continue, and the things promised will still be done.

　The fragments of dreams, even after a restart, are still full of the brilliance of hope.

　I used to have nothing but time.

　Now I have time and everyone.

　Perhaps my future will be covered in dust and no longer shine, just like what Vlad said, but before my dream falls, I must -

　There will be someone who reminds himself and then catches the dream in mid-air, right?

　The girl slowly opened her eyes, and the figures of several people were reflected very clearly in her pupils.

　"Good morning."

　-

　I can't write. My parents are getting divorced so I'm not in the right mood.

　I'll change it when I have time.

　Sorry

　Interlude: Twelve Siegfried

　The soft sunlight poured down through the clouds, and the blooming flowers swayed gently with the breeze.

　The long silver hair trembled slightly as its owner moved forward.

　The sharp sword pierced straight into the armor, firmly fixing it to the ground.

　The lines emitting an ominous black aura seemed to have life, slithering back and forth on the armor and sword like poisonous snakes.

　The shadow was continuously lengthened as the sunlight tilted, and the girl's figure slowly came in front of it. Her slender fingers stretched out slightly, and her round fingertips lightly touched the hilt of Balmung's sword.

　"What kind of person do I want to be... I want to keep my dream alive..."

　Dazzling light flashed in the crimson dragon's eyes, and patterns and lines intertwined with each other, constantly changing shape.

　“Even if you pick up a fallen dream again, it will never shine as brightly as before.”

　"Ah... You must be really confused as to why I would say such a thing, right?"

　With a faint smile on her lips, the girl stood alone in front of Balmung, talking to herself.

　It seemed as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was talking to Balmung in front of him.

　"'A sword that only the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried can pull out', it's clearly cursed, but why did I pull it out anyway?"

　I will never be able to become Siegfried, I know this very well.

　Everyone's radiance is unique and cannot be perfectly replicated.

　But why...

　"You admit that I am Siegfried?"