The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"I believe in your character."

　"Do you believe in a magician's character? That's really rare..."

　Lion Jie Jie Li stretched his arms and walked towards the black side's castle.

　"Then we'll have free time in this area until tonight. See you in the conference room tonight."

　After waving his hand behind his back to Joan of Arc, the figures of Lion Jie Li and Mordred slowly disappeared into the woods.

　Joan of Arc watched the two of them leave, then turned her gaze toward the sky again and gazed beyond.

　-

　In the relatively intact and tidy house, Sieg lay on the bed with his eyes gently closed, and the sunlight shone through the half-broken outer wall and fell on his face.

　Sieg tilted her head slightly to let the sunlight shine as evenly on her face as possible. She now began to understand why humans like to bask in the sun when they have nothing to do.

　It does have the effect of making people relax and forget all their worries temporarily.

　The silver hair shone in the sunlight, and the fair skin was slightly tinged with red, making the whole person look more human.

　Now her body cannot be said to be completely unable to move. Compared with disabled people, her performance is still slightly higher, but that's all.

　Zieg now lay in bed, like a blue-and-white striped salted fish, occasionally trying to flutter his body. Specifically, he would lie down and rest for ten or twenty minutes, then flutter his body violently, and then repeat the same set of movements.

　Until Joan of Arc pushed open the door and walked into the room with a basket of needlework.

　She was even considerate enough to gently close the already shaky door and then push it hard against the wall.

　Her B-level strength was fully displayed at this moment. Just as Joan of Arc turned around with the needle and thread and took a few steps towards Sieg, the door that she had pressed into the door frame fell outwards along with the door frame and a small circle of stone bricks around it.

　"..."

　"No! That one is bad!"

　Joan of Arc held the basket in one hand and

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　She kept gesturing randomly in the air, and a blush quickly climbed up from her neck to her cheeks.

　Sieg smiled helplessly, then looked at the needle and thread in Joan of Arc's hand.

　"What is this for?"

　"Well...anyway, you'll know soon! All you have to do now is get some rest!"

　Sieg nodded as if he understood, then looked at Joan of Arc obediently and said to her at the bedside, threading the needle back and forth in her hand.

　Sieg sensed a tiny amount of magic from the weaving in Jeanne's hand, but it was also mixed with a hint of other auras, much like the holy light that had emerged when Amakusa Shiro purified Vlad.

　Sieg turned his head and stared at what Jeanne was doing.

　Joan of Arc placed the basket on her legs, and moved the needle back and forth with both hands. The red cloth woven with wool continued to grow larger, and Sieg's eyes also followed the movements of Joan of Arc's palms, which were so fast that they were a little blurry.

　"what is this?"

　"The Holy Shroud can help you temporarily resist the Servant transformation and slow down the extent of Siegfried's erosion."

　Sieg tilted his head, his crimson vertical pupils moving away from the fabric to look at Jeanne.

　"Why give it to me?"

　Joan of Arc stopped what she was doing, picked up the basket and put it aside, folding her hands on her chest.

　"This is... Siegfried's wish..."

　"Siegfried...?"

　"Yeah... Siegfried..."

　Jeanne nodded.

　"At that time, I made a selfish wish for you to survive, and asked me to take care of you... But looking back, it was you who always took care of me..."

　"is it?"

　Sieg turned his head to look at the ceiling. A chandelier was swaying precariously, and some of the tiles had already fallen off.

　"Take care..."

　Sieg lowered her eyes. It was still difficult for her to understand humans.

　Just like Mordred said, in order to save all of humanity, they can wipe out a small portion of humanity, making this a necessary sacrifice.

　Or like Avisbronn, for the sake of dreams, ethics and honor can all be trampled underfoot, and children can be exploited without hesitation.

　"Humans...are truly incomprehensible..."

　"Do you understand?"

　Joan of Arc stopped what she was doing and thought for a moment.

　"Although it's a little sudden, if it's okay, I'd like to invite you out for a walk this afternoon."

　"Afternoon? Judging by the speed of his response, it should be possible... But why this afternoon?"

　Joan of Arc looked outside the wall, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes.

　"Because if nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow will be the final battle. But then we will all disappear, and you will stay..."

　Is this really the case?

　Joan of Arc had no doubt that revelation was infallible.

　Then there is only one ending for Sieg——

　"decisive battle..."

　Zig was slightly stunned.

　"Yes, we have to prepare for combat deployment tonight, so we only have the afternoon to untie your knot and try to understand human emotions."

　"Is that so... Sorry to bother you..."

　Joan of Arc shook her head without saying anything, and continued to weave the holy cloth that was basically formed in her hands.

　-

　"Hey! Go get that artificial respiration system! This guy's lungs aren't fully developed yet!"

　While Gold was diagnosing the android girl who was having trouble breathing, he shouted at the androids who were carrying equipment nearby.

　Dur, who was standing by, was bandaging the combat-type androids who had survived the battlefield, and then counting the number of people.

　The androids that could still move were divided into two groups. One group went to clean up the castle and look for their surviving compatriots, while the other group followed Gold to rescue the androids that were found.

　Most of the androids found were those used as living batteries for the black servants in the underground space of the castle. They were extremely fragile in themselves. Coupled with the red team's attack and the emergence of Avisbronn's Noble Phantasm, it can be said that only one in ten of these androids survived.

　The hall that had been temporarily cleared was already filled with androids. Gold rarely took the initiative to diagnose problems for these newly found androids and then propose solutions. His mouth and hands never stopped working.

　Finally, after diagnosing all the remaining androids, Gold collapsed on the ground without caring about his face, gasping for breath.

　"That android over there!"

　Gold pointed to a robot dressed as a chef who was feeding a wounded man.

　In response, all the androids whose heads could still move turned their heads and looked at him.

　"What a hassle! You all should give yourselves some distinguishable names!"

　"Naming is the job of relatives, right?"

　Gold's mouth twitched.

　"Duel, you bastard! You're going to ruin my show, right?"

　"What's the matter? The young master has already reached the lady."

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　Gold looked at Durr through gritted teeth.

　"Then it's your turn! Go give each of these guys a name. You guys are actually family!"

　Durr shook his head.

　"What do you mean by that?"

　"Nothing, I just feel like you're becoming less and less like a magician."

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　Embark on a Pilgrimage: Twenty-Four: Aurora Dusk

　"Does the holy shroud have to be this color?"

　Sieg looked at the large piece of red cloth in Jeanne's hand, tilted his head, and asked Jeanne.

　"..."

　Joan of Arc was slightly stunned, and fell into deep thought as she looked at the red holy cloth that had basically taken shape in her hand.

　"It seems... yes?"

　After pondering for a while about the question raised by Sieg's peculiar train of thought, Joan of Arc gave an ambiguous answer.

　The fact that the holy shroud is red has a basis. The original saying is that it was a white cloth stained with the blood of a saint, and it has become the holy shroud to this day.

　The red one is because it is stained with blood, but the other colors of the holy cloth...

　Joan of Arc pondered for a moment.

　Some holy shrouds would be mixed with white cloth, but she had never seen any other holy shrouds besides red and white.

　"It's probably something traditional. The holy shrouds I know of are mostly red."

　Zig nodded, then sat up in bed. His legs, wrapped in white over-the-knee socks, hung down from the bed, the heels of his short heels slightly touching the ground.

　The exposed absolute area was slightly squeezed by the edge of the bed and deformed slightly.

　"So how do you use this? Wrap it around your body?"

　"this..."

　Joan of Arc looked up at Sieg, who was now wearing a dress-like outfit, and her eyes finally fell on Sieg's shawl.

　"Can I borrow your shawl?"

　A flash of doubt flashed across Sieg's red pupils, but he still took off his shawl and handed it to Joan of Arc as she requested.

　"Since it looks awkward anywhere, I might as well just attach it to the bottom of the shawl. You don't have to wear the Holy Shroud to be effective anyway."

　The needle and thread in Joan of Arc moved quickly, and within a few minutes she had sewed the woven holy cloth to the bottom of the shawl. The bottom of the shawl happened to be red, so there was no problem with the holy cloth being sewn on.

　"Try putting it on now?"

　Seeing Joan of Arc's eyes flashing with anticipation, Sieg took off his shawl, buttoned it up, and put it back on.

　"Does it feel any different?"

　Sieg raised his arms slightly and waved them a few times.

　The shawl slid to the side naturally as she moved, without any sense of obstruction.

　Then Sieg tried to swing his arms in a large scale, and his armpits, which were not covered at all, were directly exposed, and were seen completely by Joan of Arc.

　The tips of Jeanne's ears turned slightly red, and she quietly looked away.

　I'm Jeanne d'Arc, the Saint of Orleans. I blush when I see my armpits...

　"Ruler, your face is so red, are you hurt?"

　Sieg brought his face closer to Jeanne's, his red muzzle looking at her with pure questioning and some concern.

　"Nothing!"

　Joan of Arc suddenly moved her chair backward, and the chair legs made a sharp and harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.

　Damn you, Jeanne d'Arc, for treating a child like that...

　"But your face is so red."

　"Anyway, let's go for a walk! You look like you're almost recovered!"

　"All right..."

　Sieg nodded and slowly rose from the bed, following Jeanne out of the room.