The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The reason why monsters are called monsters is because——

　The scarlet dragon's eyes slowly rose, and white wings spread out from behind the girl's back engraved with fourteen Command Seals, accompanied by the ringing of bells and a dazzling halo.

　"It's coming again! Everyone, stop!"

　Without Siegfried's words, all the soldiers stopped and stared at the meteor in the sky.

　"So fast! Astolfo!"

　Charlemagne felt the terrifying magic power, gritted his teeth, and shouted loudly to Astolfo.

　"That's not necessary."

　The ethereal voice, accompanied by the rapidly expanding shadow under the girl's feet and the skeleton rising from the shadow, interrupted Charlemagne and Astolfo.

　Strong heartbeats sounded one after another, and the dazzling halo began to dim at some point.

　Strange black lines once again covered the girl's body, and within her dark eyeballs, her crimson pupils flickered with ominous black and red flashes.

　On the white wings, patterns like flames and magma began to spread wildly.

　The girl's forehead was covered with deformed horns, and dots of black powder continued to grow.

　The hand covered with sharp claws grabbed the horn that began to spread as the girl exhaled.

　A few flying sparks and smoke continuously came out of the girl's mouth along with her breathing.

　Even after the broken horns were separated from the body, they continued to grow, and their color gradually began to approach the direction of Balmung.

　In just a moment, the broken horn turned into a huge mouth several meters long, covered with sharp fangs.

　"please."

　The cold words came out slowly from his mouth, and the flying arrow was instantly bitten firmly and thoroughly.

　It's not that it wasn't resisted, nor was it offset.

　Rather, it was like a joke, like teasing a puppy to pick up a branch and being caught easily.

　Everyone stared at the scene in astonishment. Immediately afterwards, the ground began to tremble, and an unbearable sense of oppression emanated from above the army.

　A furry hand pierced through the clouds, grabbed the arrow, and threw it back at Yuan Weichao in the distance.

　"Give it back to you. Stay away from her."

　Yuan Weichao read this meaning from the huge body.

　An inexplicable emotion surged in my heart.

　Not angry, nor ashamed.

　He had calculated all the possibilities, but this was the only one he had not considered, or rather, he had never thought about the possibility.

　There are exceptions to everything, aren't there?

　Those who have nothing actually have more.

　Watching the arrow of destruction getting closer and closer to him, listening to the sound of the wind gradually becoming distorted in his ears.

　Minamoto no Tametomo stood up from the ruins.

　Without energy supply and all magic power, he shouldn't be able to do such a thing.

　but...

　He did it, pushing himself beyond the limits of the machine, and got himself to his feet.

　"in conclusion..."

　Intermittent and unclear words slowly came out of Minamoto no Tameto's mouth.

　"...full of...surprises—"

　At the very end, Gen Weichao was trapped in the distortion of magic. In the space that was gradually disappearing, in a world where nothing existed.

　I felt unprecedented satisfaction.

　The moment the words fell, a mushroom cloud rose up, and the visible shock wave dissipated the thick red fog that enveloped the entire Revenge Realm.

　The blood-red sky disappeared, as if it represented something or announced something.

　The golden sunlight fell down and shone on the girl. Everything was as usual.

　The dragon-slaying armor and the monster's appearance had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by a princess-like dress quietly worn on her body.

　From a distance, Siegfried and the girl looked like real father and daughter.

　"...This really exceeded our expectations."

　Scratching his hair, Charlemagne's tone was filled with helplessness, and then he changed the subject and said to the man with a suspicious face.

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　Thumbs up.

　"But it doesn't matter! Dark knights are cool too! Don't lose faith! I'll fully support you!"

　Looking at Charlemagne giving her a thumbs up, the girl was silent for a moment in confusion, then made the same thumbs-up gesture to Charlemagne.

　"Then... let's go!"

　Just like that, the knight (girl)'s adventure, which is not at all orthodox, not passionate, and may even be a little nagging and corny, begins again.

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　Interlude: Fourteen: Who Are You?

　"Keep going! Don't waste time!"

　With Charlemagne raising the accessory on his waist high and a deafening roar coming from behind him, the small army took their steps together.

　The crimson sky had long since been stripped of its disguise, revealing its appearance that was originally hidden above the fog.

　The golden sunlight fell on the earth, illuminating the advancing soldiers.

　Forgotten, unknown.

　Those who failed cannot leave their names.

　Everyone is moving forward.

　It doesn't matter if I risk my life, it doesn't matter if I sacrifice my life.

　Because what awaits them ahead is the glory that they could never reach in their lifetime, the existence they have always longed for—

　The glory of victory.

　Knights can be either brilliant and magnificent or unknown and unknown.

　However, if there could be a moment of brilliance in this life that has ended in obscurity.

　Even if they would be completely destroyed in the next second, they would do it without hesitation.

　There is no need to worry about the dead.

　finally...

　The girl saw a city shrouded in fog. The tall city walls were decorated with objects that looked like fangs, and the heavy gate seemed to be the last barrier leading to the abyss.

　Amidst the madness, a contradictory atmosphere of rationality continuously emanates.

　At first glance, it looks exactly like the dark castles in fairy tales.

　"Report! We're 100 meters away from the main gate of the Revenge Realm!"

　"Okay! Very close! It's within reach!"

　Hearing Roland's loud words coming back from the front, Charlemagne couldn't help but rub his hands in anticipation.

　"But according to the casters' simple measurements, the city walls are certainly not bad. But the gates are also strong enough to withstand at least five A-rank anti-military Noble Phantasms!"

　"And the enemy has incorporated reflection data into it. A Noble Phantasm of equal strength will simply be bounced back—"

　Charlemagne listened to Roland's words and his expression gradually became serious.

　"That's what the intelligence said was the Yingbaomen!"

　"Well, then what?"

　Roland continued talking to himself, as if he didn't notice the girl's voice.

　"so!"

　"Yeah, so!"

　"My performance may end here, General!"

　"Wait a moment, Roland. I wasn't talking to you just now."

　Roland's hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

　"You have a way to smash that door directly, right?"

　The girl reached out and scratched her hair as she listened to Charlemagne's words.

　"That's generally the way it's supposed to be, except the process won't be as violent as you might think."

　An extremely heavy notebook, wrapped in thick layers of chains, appeared in the girl's hands.

　"You're not going to tell me that you're actually a caster, are you?"

　"Any...problems?"

　Seeing Charlemagne's extremely serious expression, the girl subconsciously looked at Siegfried beside her.

　"Cool! How are you going to open the gate?"

　The girl began to let the notebook float slowly in the air, while removing the chains on it with her hands, she began to explain slowly.

　"That's not a Noble Phantasm. Ultimately, it's just an already incredibly strong wall, with a massive number of casters casting all sorts of strengthening and defensive magic on it."

　"and--"

　The girl stretched out her voice, and the chains were peeled off from the notebook one by one.

　"Any magic is based on understandable principles. As long as you read the magic on the Yingbao Gate and understand it, and then reversely destroy its structure, the Yingbao Gate will truly be just a gate."

　The moment the words fell, the notebook began to open by itself. The pages, which had already surpassed the thickness of the book, flipped madly, and one magic circle after another was emitted from under the girl's feet.

　Colorful lights accompanied by various magic bombarded Ying Baomen.

　Visible ripples, like ripples in a pool in the rain, continuously appeared on the surface of Yingbao Gate.

　Indeed, Yingbaomen will reflect low-level treasures, but if

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　Does magic come from the most distant past?

　What if this magic came from the original light of the Earth?

　The girl slowly stretched out her white palm towards Yingbaomen.

　Any magic has flaws, and there is no such thing as absolute defense in the world.

　The only weakness of this door is now in action.

　Beautiful light continuously emanated from the pages along with characters flying up and down.

　"I see, pan-human history is truly fascinating! Following you guys is definitely the right path!"

　Looking at the ripples in front of him and the rapidly decreasing magical reaction of Yingbao Gate, Roland couldn't help but utter words of admiration.

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　"Hurry! Add all defensive spells! We have the advantage in numbers! Add the additional spells quickly!"

　"How on earth is it possible for one person to dispel magic from all eras and systems?"

　"Instead of complaining about that, why not pay attention to the conflict between the magic bases?"

　Some old men were standing on the city wall, stroking their beards and looking at the girl.

　"Lord Zhang Jue! The Kingly Way and Restoration of Power coalition forces halt 100 meters in front of the gate! According to Caster's report, the spell encircling our gate is being dispelled at a terrifying speed!"