The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Embark on a Pilgrimage: Twenty-Five Wishes

　"Let's go back. After dinner we should discuss the specific battle plan."

　Joan of Arc looked at the gorgeous aurora, her amethyst-like pupils flashing with colorful light.

　"Ah."

　Sieg nodded, and the two of them left the town hand in hand, buying some food on the way and taking it back.

　After all, I was busy counting the androids and other facilities, and I didn't have time to check facilities like the castle's kitchen.

　After all, Gold had almost exhausted all his mobility just by treating the androids. Most of the androids were injured and unable to move. Fiore needed

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　In order to take charge of the situation, Chiron also needed to rest after using only his Noble Phantasm for a long time, and Corles was preparing to transplant the Magic Seal.

　Holding paper bags full of food in their arms, the two walked side by side on the country road. The aroma of wheat and the fragrance of meat patties wafted from the paper bags.

　Due to financial problems, the two could only prioritize cheap and cost-effective food. Although Sieg could easily take out a lot of gold and gems from his pocket because of Siegfried.

　But in a small tourist town like Tulifas, gold is not as useful as ordinary coins. The money in Zig's pocket was the money she had exchanged with Gold before.

　After all, artificial human technology is a money-burning technology, and you definitely can never have too much gold.

　But Zig was mainly curious about what money tasted like, so he made a loss-making deal.

　And money is not good, so they can only walk slowly on the path with a few paper bags in their arms.

　Otherwise, who knows where the flock of sheep might be wiped out completely, leaving only bloodstains and a gold brick.

　By the way, Zig's evaluation of gold is that it is not tasty and a bit hard.

　“Hmph…Hmph…”

　Humming an unknown song, Sig thought it was some French country song, considering Joan of Arc's identity. Joan of Arc walked happily on the path, surrounded by crops that had to hang their heads because of the wind.

　She looked like a typical French country girl, if you could just ignore the school uniform that clearly didn't fit the mood.

　"Sieg."

　Jeanne suddenly popped her head out of the paper bag and looked at Sieg.

　"Ruler? What's wrong?"

　"What are your plans after the Holy Grail War is over?"

　Jeanne put away her smile and looked at Sieg with a serious expression.

　If the revelation is correct, then the picture that appears should be what Sieg might experience in the future.

　Joan of Arc was destined to fail, and this war would end because Sieg took the Holy Grail. Joan of Arc was convinced of these two points.

　The result is now determined, but the process in between is unknown. The girl transformed into an evil dragon and entered the inner side of the world with the Holy Grail, cutting off the possibility of saving mankind.

　But...why do that?

　"I don't know... maybe I'll find a place where I can have a good dream and never wake up? After all, Lancelot has been tossing me around and making me sleep poorly."

　Sieg thought about this question seriously, and then he raised a flag for Joan of Arc that looked like a sign of her inevitable death in some works.

　For this reason, she even gave up everything and learned how to make up stories to deceive Joan of Arc before she learned anything else.

　But in a sense, what Sieg said was not wrong. The other party was indeed Lancelot. It was just a title, but Sieg used the original Lancelot to deceive Joan of Arc.

　Due to some strange relationship between the two, Sieg successfully deceived Joan of Arc's revelation.

　"If possible, it's best not to say that in the future..."

　Jeanne sighed in annoyance and spoke earnestly to Sieg.

　"Why? Is there something wrong?"

　Zig tilted her head in confusion. As a baby less than a week old, she was still just a blank piece of paper, a blank piece of paper that was slightly colored by others.

　"No, it's just that this statement might be misunderstood in modern times..."

　"Is that right?"

　Sieg blinked, his pupils rolled, then he looked away and continued to look at the sky in the distance.

　Soon, the two returned to the castle and walked in through the gate that had just been repaired.

　In just one afternoon, the androids and Colles had almost finished sorting out the infrastructure. The defensive magic barriers were redeployed, and several more detection magics were added to the periphery of the castle. The torn outer walls were repaired with magic.

　Although it still looks shabby now, unless it is a Servant, no one can sneak in without alerting any magic.

　"Hey! Welcome back!"

　As soon as they entered the door, Mordred, who was bored and could only play with the cat, came over and put his arm on Sieg's shoulder almost instantly.

　"Wow, it smells so good! Did you buy it just for me? You're really good at it!"

　Patting Sieg's shoulder, Mordred didn't treat himself as an outsider at all and started eating the bread.

　"Don't worry, when I ascend the throne of King Arthur, I will definitely make you the First Knight of the Round Table, second only to me..."

　While munching on bread, Mordred kept writing verbal promises to Sieg that were unlikely to be fulfilled.

　"Aren't you from the red team?"

　"You don't understand this, right? Let me tell you!"

　Mordred licked his fingers, a hint of anticipation flashing in his pupils.

　Sieg and Jeanne exchanged a glance, and it was clear that Mordred was already eager to say so.

　"I am the king! How can a king live under someone else's rule?

　How about that

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　What did you say? "

　Mordred scratched his frizzy-looking hair.

　"A true man is born between heaven and earth?"

　Jeanne put down the paper bag in her hand and even raised her right index finger and said something speculatively.

　"Yes, that's right! Anyway, all you need to know is that I'm now in a cooperative relationship with your Black team, that's all!"

　"Ah...um..."

　Sieg nodded, occasionally making noises to deal with Mordred, then opened the paper bag and began to divide the food he had bought.

　Since Mordred had eaten some of the bread, and Jeanne and I had bought the bread based on the number of people, there was no portion for Mordred, so Sieg had to share his portion.

　Fortunately, there is still a meat pie. I haven’t tasted the marble taste yet, so I can try how the marble tastes tonight.

　Seeing that Sieg's eyes were gradually showing an appetite as he looked at the ruins, Joan of Arc quickly took out half of her bread and gave it to Sieg, then kept changing the subject, fearing that Sieg would eat something strange while she was not paying attention.

　"Oh yeah? Are you back?"

　Fiore was sitting in a wheelchair and greeting everyone. Colles came in behind her, pushing a wheelchair, followed by several androids holding plates.

　"As for food, we still have some for emergencies. Although it's mostly android food, the quality isn't necessarily great. But it's still pretty good. I hope you can be more tolerant."

　Fiore folded her hands on her thighs and lowered her head slightly towards the crowd.

　"It's okay, we don't care about that!"

　When marching and fighting, it is good enough to have something to eat during the war. Why bother about luxury? Joan of Arc and Mordred both understand this, so they don't care about anything.

　As for Zig, she eats everything, and her main characteristic is to accept anything that comes her way.

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　"So, where is our Master?"

　Achilles looked at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada in front of the stairs with an unhappy expression.

　"I told you, didn't I? They're in a room in this garden. Their lives are not in danger. After all, this is the poison they used."

　"You guy!"

　Achilles frowned and looked sharply at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, who was smiling insincerely.

　"After all, it's really troublesome to have people whose minds are full of trying to get ahead of others, so we just have to take the initiative."

　Semiramis folded his arms and looked at Achilles sarcastically, his eyes full of amusement.

　"You are the same as those who only think about themselves, right?"

　Karna folded his arms, leaned the Indestructible Blade on his shoulder, and faced Semiramis with his back, stating the facts with his eyes closed.

　Atalanta glanced at Karna, her expression changing constantly, and finally she let out a long breath.

　"There's no other way. Just acknowledge that you are the Master."

　"This isn't something that can be solved with just a simple "no" statement, is it, big sister?"

　Atalanta shook her head.

　"I have no attachment to a cowardly Master."

　"Ugh..."

　Achilles sighed helplessly. He roughly understood what Atalanta meant.

　Those who use tricks to achieve their goals would almost be given a negative score in Atalanta's heart. Perhaps the Command Spells were just considered as a means.

　As for the recognition of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, it probably has something to do with her wishes.

　As Achilles was thinking, he swung the spear in his hand and aimed it at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada. He thrust the tip of the spear hard, and the impact blew his hair.

　"Will we be abandoned by you in the end?"

　"how could be..."

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada smiled slightly and then continued:

　"Your wishes will naturally come true."

　Achilles remained unmoved, the tip of his spear pointed straight at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada shook his head and spread out his hands, while making a gesture to Semiramis to remove the magic around her.

　"If possible, could you please let me hear your reasons for relying on the miracle of the Holy Grail?"

　"Hmph... My wish has never changed. To live as a hero, that's all."

　Achilles lowered the tip of his spear slightly and spun it in his hand, his face reflected on the sharp tip.

　"I see, I see. But for the great hero Achilles, it's a truly ordinary wish."

　“There is no hierarchy of wishes.”

　Achilles completely sheathed his spear, the shaft of which tapped rhythmically against his shoulder armor.

　"I have no intention of backing down. After all, I am very selfish, just like a certain empress."

　Semiramis stretched out his hand and pointed it at Achilles, with a vicious look on his face.

　"You're so brave..."

　Just as the two were on the verge of a fight, Atalanta slowly walked out, and the animal ears on her head jumped with her movements.

　“My wish is a world where all children are loved.”

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　Semiramis narrowed her eyes, a complicated look in them.

　Of course, she understood the essence of Atalanta's wish. After all, she was once an abandoned child, raised by pigeons, and she and Atalanta had a common experience.

　but--

　"That's stupid, Archer."

　"Isn't that what the Holy Grail exists for?! If it can't even grant a wish like this, what kind of Holy Grail is it?"

　As if someone had touched her sore spot, Atalanta became furious and stared at Semiramis.

　"No matter what form it takes, the Holy Grail will surely grant your wish, and my wish will also fulfill yours."

　Amakusa Shiro Tokisada spoke slowly, his words filled with the momentum of determination to win.