The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The moment he pulled up Balmung, Siegfried was no longer the unique hero.

　But once the sword is drawn, it means that Siegfried's light has never completely disappeared from this world.

　Even if it is just as short and shining as a shooting star, that light is real.

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　"I'm not a hero. To the world, I'm just a monster that must be defeated. But why?"

　Even though you already knew this information, you still chose me?

　"Is it... the aftermath of a dream? Or the continuation of a dream? Or perhaps..."

　Do I want to simply be myself?

　The moment this thought came to the girl's mind, a clear sword sound suddenly erupted from Balmung's sword, as if responding to the thought in the girl's mind.

　"Are you serious? I might continue to be considered a monster in the future. Even so, even if it tarnishes this glory, will you acknowledge me as Siegfried's successor?"

　"So, in the final analysis, what are you relying on to keep moving forward?"

　Joan of Arc Alter's voice came slowly from behind the girl. Her silver-gray hair swayed slightly, and a twisted symbol was branded on the cloak she wore.

　"Of course I know about Siegfried. As the dragon slayer who killed Fafnir, I've studied him thoroughly, so that's why I'm asking you."

　Looking at the girl's puzzled expression, Jeanne d'Alter sighed helplessly and continued speaking.

　"Haven't you noticed? The agreement between you and my idiot, super-powered gorilla sister has long been over. It ended the moment you took the Holy Grail away. Everything you've done since then has been based on your own will."

　"Whether you want to be yourself or save the world, these are all things you do based on your own will. They have nothing to do with her or the agreement."

　"You don't try to desire anything, and even if you don't get any thanks, it doesn't matter. You..."

　Joan of Arc Alt said this as she slowly walked forward, put the index and middle fingers of her right hand together, and then poked the girl's forehead hard.

　"Just like him, as Hagen would say, a fool, but—"

　Stretching out his left hand to lift the short hair in front of the girl's forehead, Jeanne d'Alter placed his forehead against hers, their golden and red pupils reflecting each other's figures.

　"Whether it's a monster or myself, it's here with me, it's here with me..."

　Joan of Arc then stretched out her right hand, grabbed the girl's hand, and pressed it against her chest.

　"Here, you are a hero, a great hero who belongs only to me."

　The strong heartbeat continued to transmit upwards along the girl's white palm.

　"So, do what you think is right. No matter what happens, we will support you, and you will definitely come back, right?"

　This is the biggest difference between you and Siegfried, and also the most important reason why you are recognized.

　Who are you...

　The continuation of Siegfried...

　Reaching out and grabbing the hilt of Balmung's sword, the girl raised the sword towards the sunlight.

　Squinting her eyes, Jeanne d'Alter stared silently at the girl in front of her.

　The petite body now seemed extremely tall, as if it could completely separate the sky and the earth, and the light and darkness.

　"Then let's go. After all, I can tell from your expression that you still have things to do, right?"

　It’s not about the Holy Grail a few days ago, but about what’s happening outside.

　Joan of Arc alter smiled and waved to the girl.

　"Since you were unable to accompany me this time due to other things, I will definitely ask you to pay me back double in the future!"

　Listening to Joan of Arc Alter's words, the girl subconsciously lowered her head to look at the ring on her ring finger, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

　"Well, when I come back, the alter can keep me company for as long as he wants."

　"!" Looking at the girl's smile, Jeanne d'Arc's cheeks turned red subconsciously, and she stammered for a long time without being able to utter a word.

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　Knights can be brilliant and gorgeous, or they can be unknown and obscure.

　However, no matter what the outcome is, that is a matter for future generations to judge. For those who lived before, for myself now, none of this matters.

　The road has been completely opened and is now in front of us. All we have to do next is to keep moving forward, and that is enough.

　so...

　The sharp knife light and the splattering blood soaked the clothes and dyed the cheeks red.

　He was gasping for breath, his body and mind having already reached their limits.

　Although the nameless heroic spirit cannot be recorded on the record tape, its faith and skills are all genuine.

　If normal heroic spirits are able to fight one hundred at a time, then nameless heroic spirits are the type that can fight ten at a time.

　The twin swords in Diarmait's hands were like extensions of his own arms, constantly reaping the lives of his enemies.

　I should be tired, but

　It should be more

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　It should be getting heavier, but why?

　Walking on a road like hell, yet your steps are as light as those in heaven?

　Sometimes, if you want to win, some people have to lose.

　In order to move forward, you have to give up something.

　but...

　Being abandoned and staying voluntarily are two completely different choices.

　If I have to say it, it's probably the dignity of being a hero.

　Rather than such straightforward words as being abandoned, the embellished and packaged words such as staying behind to cover the retreat are more in line with their identities.

　One will be a million bones.

　It is brilliant and gorgeous, but also remains unknown.

　The blue-green sword light tore through the red sky, and the blue sky that was blocked by layers of light was reflected in the pupils of the soldiers lying in a pool of blood.

　The long silver hair swayed wildly behind him, and the big sword in his hand made a continuous roaring sound.

　"Sieg...fly?"

　In a blur, Diarmaid muttered to himself as he looked at the familiar armor and its striking color. Then, the next second, his whole body was enveloped in green light.

　"That's enough. Leave the rest to me."

　As the words seemed to carry magic, Diarmait felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, and finally, his consciousness and memory all came to an abrupt end.

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　"Extreme bombardment with archers, activate."

　As Caster spoke, the sturdy body slowly stood up, and a scarlet flash flashed from under the mask.

　"Servant, Archer", real name, Chinzei Hachiro Tameaki."

　Magic power gathered around the heavy bow with a distinct mechanical style, creating ripples.

　"Target the enemy front, aim at Emperor Karl!"

　The monster moved as the caster spoke, and the pipes that transmitted magic power on its body kept shaking with the extremely heavy movements.

　The supplied magic power turned into a vortex, emitting a bluish-white light around him.

　Although he is clearly a servant, he gives people the feeling that he is unconscious, like an ultimate weapon.

　A terrifying weapon.

　Even the casters who were responsible for assisting the activation of the Noble Phantasm were terrified by the extreme appearance of this weapon.

　This was an incomparably terrifying blow, enough to rival the holy swords and demonic swords of the Age of Gods.

　"Codename: Archer, liberation—"

　The bowstring that ordinary people could not easily pull was easily pulled to the limit.

　"With my indomitable bow, I sweep away everything."

　Amidst the swirling magic, sharp flashes of light slowly emanated.

　"Gouciharizuki, the Moonlight Cannon, fire!"

　The heavy bow smashed the surrounding floor and sank deeply into it, and the huge amount of magic power accumulated was shot out in an instant.

　With unmatched momentum and power enough to destroy everything, it tore through the sky with a twisted and strange curve trajectory.

　Then, the weapon that should have stopped moving pulled the bowstring again.

　There was an abnormality in the system, and that arrow would definitely be blocked.

　and so--

　The body moved on its own, and the body wrapped in layers of heavy armor moved instantly.

　A fist that was larger than a casserole directly smashed the caster closest to him.

　"Cut off the magic power supply, quick!"

　The moment the words fell, an attack like a machine gun sweep submerged everyone present, including Tong Yuan Weichao himself.

　"Due to the increasing threat, the release of demonic weapons is permitted."

　An emotionless voice slowly emerged from the dust.

　"Bathing in the moonlight, my bow will reach its limit."

　The dust and smoke were instantly torn apart by the spiral's magic.

　"Tsukiyomi-style rotating cannon, booming sinking bow and moon (gouciharizuki)."

　The bluish-white light began to flicker more and more, and the surrounding ground began to crack with the increasing amount of magic power.

　"Countdown begins, three, two, one... launch!"

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　The silver-haired swordsman suddenly stopped, his sharp eyes looking straight up at the sky as if he felt the attack.

　Heroes who have experienced many battles always have intuitions that are either strong or weak.

　Even if this is not directly sublimated into a skill, it is enough for them to rely on their rich experience to play a role similar to intuition in battle.

　Then, combined with Holmes's testimony from the servants of the Restoration Realm, and Holmes's explanation of the attack,

　Having made this guess, Siegfried raised Balmung in his hand.

　Absurd gravity, speeds exceeding the speed of sound, an arrow tearing through the sky.

　And behind it, there is the arrow that follows the trajectory like a shadow.

　The two arrows almost merge into one

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　"True Aether, liberate."

　Those who had been members of the front line had more or less distanced themselves from Siegfried according to the pre-war plan.

　"Press forward and don't let him use that Noble Phantasm. If we can hold him off for a moment, victory will be ours!"

　If they did not block the arrow that was coming straight at them, they might be wiped out by this attack without distinguishing between friend and foe, which was equivalent to death.

　But in this way, this tiny army will be completely destroyed, and they will get the final victory.

　Those who were once defeated and corrupt, in order to grasp glory.

　To remember the glory of the past victories.