The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"Then leave the cutting of the materials to me. The angles and cuts will all be done to the most perfect standards. I am the best in this area, so leave it to me with confidence."

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　Give it to me. "

　"Yes."

　Morgan nodded slightly, then slowly stood up from his bed, his curvy body wrapped in a black robe.

　"Let's start learning how to make chocolate from now on. Once you have an idea, you'll need to draw the blueprint. I'll need your help during this time. Are you ready? Are you prepared to stay awake for three days and three nights?"

　"It's okay. I'm the strongest. For that long-awaited smile, even if I have to stay awake for ten days, it doesn't matter..."

　And so, the tense and exciting chocolate battle began...

　Exactly the same as before, full of strange developments that make no sense...

　-

　"what--"

　His mouth slowly opened, tears flowing out due to physiological reaction filled his eyes, blurring his vision.

　"Are you sleepy? Is it okay if you want to take a nap?"

　Kriemhild temporarily put down the needle and thread in her hand, and while whispering, she reached out and took the book from the girl's hand and placed it beside the blanket.

　"Don't be so reserved. If you want to sleep..."

　As if she noticed the girl's restraint, Kriemhild smiled lightly, and covered the girl's eyes with her slightly sickly white palm. Then she passed her other hand under her neck, lifted up the silver waterfall and rested the girl's head on her legs.

　"Good boy, be obedient, okay?"

　The cotton wool blanket slowly covered my body, and the sound that reached my ears seemed to carry a strange magic.

　Albion came closer and flew into the girl's arms, like an ordinary girl hugging a doll. The girl fell asleep with her head resting on Kriemhild's thigh.

　"What...Isn't this still a child..."

　Gently stroking the girl's cheek, Kriemhild's face showed a big smile.

　"Squeak-"

　The door was gently pushed open, and the silver-haired swordsman walked in carrying a tray with a teapot and teacups.

　The moment the door was opened, Kriemhild covered the girl's ears and raised her index finger to her lips towards Siegfried.

　At first, Siegfried didn't understand what the other party meant. But he still walked lightly, and only after he took a few steps forward and saw the sleeping girl did he react.

　After quietly placing the tray in his hand on the table, Siegfried picked up the novel he had not finished reading and sat down with his back to Kriemhild.

　After a moment of silence, I felt a cold touch on the solid back.

　The corners of Siegfried's mouth curled up slightly.

　Out of the corner of his eye, the needle and thread were picked up again, and the threading action began. It was not difficult to tell from the appearance that this was an unfinished cloak, or a cloak that was being repaired.

　To Kriemhild, it was a cloak that once belonged to some jerk.

　but now...

　Gently measuring the girl's shoulders with her hand, Kriemhild gestured towards the tent and nodded.

　Everything is so peaceful.

　The young queen leans on the hero's back, and on her lap lies the sleeping princess...

　-

　Postscript: New Book

　Ahahaha new book is here wwwwwwwww

　Still your moon fan

　c Dumb and semi-original protagonist

　-

　That day, the girl told her brother her only wish:

　"Stay alive..."

　...

　"I'm sorry, Altria, but the hand you're supposed to hold isn't mine anymore."

　That night, a man named Angra Numan Dahaka grabbed Altria Custer's neck with one hand.

　...

　Later, when he was cornered by Altria Caster while licking his lips—

　"Quack! Ritsuka, save me! I shed my blood for Chaldea, I risked my life for Chaldea! I want to see the Master, I want to see the Master!"

　C Dai: "Human evil? Evil God? The final trial? Stop kidding, you are the challenger."

　Longing to Become All the Evil in This World

　Postscript: Christmas, Swimsuit, Valentine's Day: Part 2

　"Jill, do you have all the medicine I asked you to prepare?"

　"Of course it is accomplished. As long as it is a task you have assigned me. No matter how difficult it is, I, Gilles de Rais, will complete it."

　"That's good..."

　In the dim room, Joan of Arc listened to Gilles de Rais's confident answer and nodded with satisfaction.

　Since it is Christmas, she must give it her all. Anyone who prepares on the premise that they will win will ultimately fail completely. This is a predetermined rule.

　So, Joan of Arc

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　The alter's requirements for himself are simple, that is, to go all out and do everything. No matter who's advice is given, he will listen carefully and use the opinions of others to think divergently, broaden his thinking and expand his scope of thinking.

　Gilles de Rais, who was summoned by her, is the best example.

　Although on the surface, Jeanne d'Alter appears to be the type of woman who can be easily manipulated, in reality, especially when it comes to self-awareness, she can't be said to be completely clueless. However, she can be described as a naive and innocent person, comparable to Sieg.

　For example, for the Christmas gift she prepared, she planned to give herself away as a Christmas gift.

　Of course, it is definitely impossible to send it out directly like this, and the necessary preparations must be made carefully.

　For example, the theme of the gift. Since it is Christmas, it must have a Christmas style.

　First of all, Joan of Arc alter used her learning and working abilities, which had far surpassed those of the French saint who claimed to be her sister, to successfully design a set of clothes for herself that was full of Christmas style and elements.

　Secondly, as a gift, especially a special gift, if it is the same as before, then there is no doubt that this gift is a complete failure, so it must have a certain amount of thought.

　So what kind of person can be considered to be thoughtful?

　Jeanne Alt had also troubled herself with this question for a while. After all, they were competitors, and she couldn't ask the people with the most say. But thankfully, hard work paid off.

　As fate would have it, she heard the word "past".

　That’s right, the past.

　If it was my younger self, it would definitely surprise Zig, right?

　So, time returned to the present.

　With the power of Gilles de Rais, whom she summoned through the Holy Grail, Joan of Arc Alt Lily is about to come into this world!

　With an expectant look in her eyes, Joan of Arc Alt raised the elixir of rejuvenation in her hand, and poured it into her mouth without hesitation.

　The strangely colored elixir poured into her mouth. Holy light transformed into feathered wings that extended from behind Jeanne d'Alter. The holy wings of light continued to expand in Gilles de Rais's tearful eyes, and then completely enveloped Jeanne d'Alter.

　Some people may ask, although Gilles de Rais has always been loyal to Joan of Arc, he can even temporarily betray Joan of Arc's creed for Joan of Arc.

　Why didn't Jeanne Alt even bother asking whether the elixir of rejuvenation created through magic from another world would have any side effects?

　The answer is simple.

　While the truth is rarely simple and pure, this is not the case.

　Jeanne d'Alter is the Dragon Witch. As a witch, she doesn't consider so many things. As long as the next process can meet her needs, that's enough.

　As a witch of revenge, she would not hesitate even if poison was placed in front of her, and would drink it in one gulp like fine wine.

　If she really thought so much, she wouldn't have appeared in this world as a Servant.

　after all...

　She was already trapped between the two poisons called love and hope, unable to extricate herself.

　but--

　As mentioned earlier, the elixir of rejuvenation is not the original text held in Gilgamesh's treasure house, but a magical product from another world recorded in Gil de Re's treasure, the human skin book in his hand - the Rayan Castle Textbook.

　The production methods and materials have been deleted and replaced to a certain extent.

　Although the inner sea of ​​this star contains all the magical materials a magician can think of, as for things that have never existed in this world, nothing is nothing.

　Either look at the effect and find something similar to replace it, or omit it directly, or just put the materials randomly based on your intuition.

　Fortunately, the final result was still successful, and this elixir of rejuvenation did play the role it was supposed to play.

　Joan of Arc alter, turned into a child wearing a Christmas costume.

　"Ohhh! Joan of Arc actually... Joan of Arc actually...!"

　After the light faded, Gilles de Rais looked at the smaller Joan of Arc in front of him, and his bulging eyes trembled uncontrollably.

　"Joan of Arc has become a child so adorable that it's outrageous!"

　"Ha—what nonsense are you talking about, Jill? This rejuvenation potion obviously failed, didn't it...?"

　Looking down along Gilles de Ray's path, two pairs of golden eyes looked at each other from a distance, and reflected in their pupils were two versions of themselves that were extremely similar to each other, yet completely different.

　-

　lacquer

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　Inside the dark room, a nameless flame burned fiercely, illuminating the extremely dark space.

　Joan of Arc Alter rested her arms on the table, crossed her hands, and rested her chin lightly on her fingers.

　The purple flames leaped and pulled the shadows of several people, and finally projected them onto the wall.

　Joan of Arc·Alter·Lily and young Joan of Arc·Alter·Lily looked at each other silently without saying a word.

　Gilles de Ray had already excitedly updated his spiritual foundation without knowing when.

　Did you make it?

　Of course it was a success.

　Joan of Arc alter did indeed turn into a child and put on the Christmas costume she had designed.

　Has it failed?

　That was indeed a failure, because the price made her regretful.

　She created a competitor for herself out of thin air.

　Joan of Arc alter now suddenly wanted to go back and strangle herself from a few minutes ago.

　"My Lord, I am really terrible. I am so dirty as to give myself away as a gift."

　The corners of Joan of Arc's mouth twitched slightly, and the firelight above the table was constantly dancing, as if expressing her mood.

　"It's like someone who is hopelessly frivolous and shallow."

　"What does young Joan of Arc think?"

　"Hmph..."

　Joan of Arc Alt Lily chuckled a few times and did not directly answer Gilles de Rais's question. Instead, she stared at Joan of Arc Alt in front of her.

　"Gifts are incredibly important. They are the fruit of one's heart and effort. As a carrier, a gift is something different from the person himself. It is a sustenance, a trust, expressing one's feelings while adding another layer of thought."

　"Put simply—"

　As Joan of Arc Alt Lily spoke, she stood up from her chair, leaned forward, and stretched out her hands towards Joan of Arc Alt's cheeks.