The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"Archer's Master!"

　Joan of Arc called out loudly to Fiore in the corridor.

　Fiore was sitting in a wheelchair, discussing something with Colles and Chiron. It seemed that both she and Colles had made up their minds.

　"Ruler, what's wrong?"

　With the help of Corles, Fiore turned her wheelchair to look at Jeanne.

　"Please extend your hand. I will transfer a Command Seal to you as a token of gratitude."

　Jeanne squatted slightly and stretched out her hands towards Fiore.

　"Ruler, if possible, can we transfer it later?"

　"why?"

　Fiore smiled bitterly and shook her head.

　"I have made the decision to no longer be a magus. I will soon transfer my magic circuits and seals to my younger brother, Corless. This will result in me losing my qualifications as a Master, and the Command Seals will also be transferred to Corless."

　As Fiore spoke, a hint of anticipation for her legs flashed in her eyes. All of this was seen by Sieg behind Jeanne.

　Human beings are a complex and large group, and everyone has their own ideas. Magicians are a small group that extends from this large group, and they also inherit the complex characteristics of the large group.

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　While maintaining a certain degree of commonality, everyone also has his or her own personality.

　"Is that so... I'm so sorry to interrupt your preparations."

　Joan of Arc stood up and bowed to Fiore to express her apology.

　"No, we should be happy. After all, we can obtain supplies for a Command Seal."

　Fiore smiled at Jeanne, then exchanged glances with Colles.

　"Then we won't disturb you. Please feel free to enjoy this last bit of peace and quiet with Sieg before tonight."

　Joan of Arc nodded, stood with Sieg and watched the two of them leave, then walked out of the castle shoulder to shoulder, facing the sun, and headed for Tulipas.

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　“Hmph…Hmph…”

　Humming an unknown tune all the way, the red caster Shakespeare strode with his head held high and chest puffed out, walked towards the balcony of the garden, and then pushed open the door.

　"Greetings! Oh my! Everyone is here..."

　Shakespeare greeted him as he walked straight to the fence and looked down at the earth from high above.

　"It's also a nice day today."

　The breeze blew his hair, and although he was well-dressed, he exuded a hint of madness.

　"Caster, did you know this a long time ago?"

　Achilles asked with an unhappy tone as he looked at Shakespeare.

　"Oh, what are you talking about?"

　Shakespeare tilted his head to look at Achilles.

　"Of course it was Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's plan."

　"Ahh! Is that what you're talking about?"

　Shakespeare showed a frivolous expression on his face, and then he closed his eyes and began to talk to himself.

　"We are made of the same stuff that dreams are made of. Our short lives are surrounded by sleep, so naturally, we know this!"

　Shakespeare turned to face the three red players like an actor on stage.

　"Is that still normal?"

　Atalanta asked slowly.

　"Whether it's normal or crazy, it's all insignificant, right? The Master has come to that conclusion after going through a path of suffering and despair, so all we have to do is overcome all difficulties and make it come true!"

　Shakespeare placed his right hand on his chest and bowed to the three people as if he was taking a bow.

　"I know you're not in your right mind, but I still want to ask you, why did you help Amakusa Shirou Tokisada?"

　"Oh, well..."

　Shakespeare smiled at Atalanta, then his eyes suddenly widened.

　"Because it's fun, of course!"

　Shakespeare's face was distorted with excitement. Seeing this, Achilles took a few steps back without leaving a trace, moving a little further away from him.

　"After all, it's about saving humanity! Saving the six billion people who live in this world! And he's no saint! He lost the war and had everything tragically taken away from him!"

　Shakespeare had an indescribable joy on his face, and his arms kept changing positions like an actor as he spoke.

　"But he has no resentment! He has never abandoned us! This is what saving all of humanity is all about!"

　"But, if I remember correctly, you are good at writing tragedies, right?"

　Karna's Muzi looked at Shakespeare without any emotion.

　"So which side are you really looking forward to?"

　"Well..."

　Shakespeare swung his hand, and the shawl rustled behind him.

　"Humans are beings that constantly strive for the sky! Even if they are imitations of humans, they still have such thoughts!"

　On the throne, Semiramis rested her head on the back of her hand, leaning back in her chair, looking at the screen in front of her with displeasure. What was playing on it was Shakespeare's recent speech.

　"The Master's success is indeed a fine work, but compared to that, the story of the androids is more attractive to us!"

　"Whether it's saving the world or destroying it, we don't care. What we truly pursue is just a wonderful theater!"

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　"Look, look! Local specialties, do you want to buy some?"

　Walking on the path of Tulipas, Joan of Arc had long shed the skin of the Saint of Orleans and turned into a tourist girl who had just arrived and was curious about everything.

　"Why are you more excited than me?"

　"Sieg, you always have a stern face. It's too serious. Relaxation through psychotherapy is necessary!"

　No, no, you are just relaxing for yourself, right?

　"Let's go and take a look, let's go!"

　Sieg was pulled along by Jeanne all the way until they arrived at the stall of the small shop.

　The most distinctive feature of Tulipas is that it retains its medieval architectural style and town planning. Therefore, the streets always exude a slow-paced atmosphere that is completely different from the modern city outside.

　"Oh, what a cute child,

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　What do you want?

　The shopkeeper was an elderly man. When he saw Joan of Arc and Sieg walking towards him excitedly, he quickly greeted them.

　"What does this look like?"

　Jeanne picked up a black hairpin and pinned it on Sieg's silver hair, then looked around.

　"There's a mirror here, you can look at it yourself."

　The shopkeeper handed Zig a small mirror.

　Sieg took the mirror and pointed it at himself. The black hairpin looked extremely dazzling among the silver hair.

　Zig blinked, then took another hairpin of the same style and color and pinned it in his hair.

　At this point, she is now no different from the stern-faced Melusine, and the Fairy Knight Melusine Unit 2 is officially completed.

　The only difference is that the one in Melusine's hair is used to fix the mask and veil, while the one in Zig's hair is just a simple hairpin.

　"Isn't this pretty?"

　Joan of Arc smoothed the bangs on Sieg's forehead and smiled slightly.

　"Boss, how much are these two?"

　Just as Jeanne was about to reach into her pocket for her wallet, she remembered that Leticia's wallet and the suitcase had been destroyed by Karna.

　The uniform she is wearing now is Leticia's last property.

　"Zig?"

　Jeanne glanced at Sieg awkwardly.

　"..."

　Sieg looked at Joan of Arc silently, then looked up and touched his pocket, took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to Joan of Arc.

　"Sorry, sorry, I'll return it to you when I get back!"

　Joan of Arc clasped her hands together and kept apologizing, her ears and cheeks completely red from shyness.

　"This little money is not necessary..."

　The two left the gift shop and continued walking down the street, with all kinds of people passing by them.

　"What are you going to do next?"

　"That's true..."

　Jeanne faced Sieg, her violet eyes reflecting Sieg's figure.

　"I've been thinking about this since I was weaving the Holy Shroud, but I can't think of anything that would make you happy..."

　"Feel sorry..."

　"Don't keep apologizing! You should just smile more!"

　Jeanne quickly walked up to Sieg and acted like an elder.

　Ziggy tilted his head, then put his fingers on his cheeks and pushed upwards to force a smile.

　"forget it..."

　Joan of Arc quickly put down Sieg's hand. Her smile looked creepy, as if she would be hit by Sieg's treasure in the next second.

　"Come to think of it, this is Sieg's first time on such a crowded street, right?"

　Ziggy nodded slightly, his eyes unknowingly finding a snack stand.

　"Yeah, there are quite a lot of humans."

　"Since this is a rare opportunity, I'll let you experience it first!"

　The two of them jogged down the street hand in hand, looking at this and that along the way, buying snacks and eating while walking, and greeting strangers who greeted them.

　In front of the church gate, a newly married couple was standing. The bouquet in the bride's hand was thrown high up and landed right in Zig's arms. Everyone around them looked at them with envy and gave them applause in congratulations.

　Joan of Arc clasped her hands together in front of her chest, lowered her head, and was praying for something.

　Sieg watched everything in front of him silently.

　Playing games with children on remote paths, or sharing food.

　As dusk gradually fell, the sun had already set below the horizon, leaving only a few aurora borealis.

　Human beings exist with two sides. Magicians like to be alone or gather in small groups, while ordinary people gather together and spend every day in an ordinary way.

　Human beings are both weak and powerful, full of possibilities and yet also capable of giving up everything.

　Because of fragility, we gather together; because of gathering, we become strong.

　Strange emotions cannot be expressed in words, and this is the wonderful thing about human beings.

　However, I am different from humans. Even if I understand, I cannot truly become a human. The most I can do is blend in.

　Sieg and Jeanne stood together, holding hands, looking at the aurora in the distance that was emitting brilliant light, thinking calmly in their hearts.

　I don't need to be anything, I just need to be myself, that's enough.

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