The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　grade:?

　Type: Anti-personnel weapon

　Distance: Infinite

　Maximum capture: 1 people

　A dying gift from an innocent demon, it looks like a nameless flower, but it will never wither or be damaged.

　There seems to be something hidden within that is enough to "reverse" everything.

　It was like the words of a colleague.

　"Wait, and wait for a miracle."

　We Will Meet Again: I. Chaldea

　The world will never compromise with the whole for the sake of one existence.

　Therefore, those who need to compromise are always special individuals.

　That's exactly what the girl did.

　To the world, she is nothing more than an unstable tool to be exploited.

　The Guardians can't handle the pollution, but the Greater Grail and Sieg can.

　It just so happens that their goal is the Holy Grail.

　In that case, just let them in.

　He Himself is such an existence.

　As long as they can be used, he will use them without scruples. Once the goal is achieved, he will kick them out without hesitation.

　This is human nature.

　It is also His nature as a human being.

　Sieg stood in front of the Holy Grail, the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

　It doesn't matter...

　Zig kept comforting himself.

　There are some things that, if you don't think about them, people won't actually react much.

　For example, if you are wronged, you may not cry.

　But once someone comes to comfort you, the unsettled emotions in your heart will burst out like a flood, breaking through the shackles called rationality and erupting completely.

　It's okay... It's okay...

　The girl clutched her arms, curled up her body and trembled continuously.

　It's okay...

　Something seemed to be cracking deep inside me.

　It is a fact that people grow in pain.

　Even if it is a human imitation, it still retains relevant characteristics.

　Tears fell one by one along the two sides.

　"It's okay..."

　The girl sobbed and curled herself into a ball.

　The black sludge is still burning fiercely, and the sins of billions of people cannot be burned out in a short period of time.

　"..."

　Justisa looked at the girl who had almost curled herself into a ball and silently extended her hand.

　Several petals wrapped around the girl, and magic power began to flow slowly, gradually stabilizing the girl's emotions.

　No matter how mature she behaves, she is still just a newborn baby, and this is an unchangeable fact.

　Justisa stared at Sieg quietly until her breathing gradually calmed down.

　Until the world began to change again and teleported towards the burned-out world in the distance.

　At the same time, Melusin suddenly opened her eyes, and a terrifying aura spread all over her body.

　"Pan-Human History..."

　Melusin gritted her teeth, and a voice full of resentment slowly came out of her mouth.

　-

　"Ooohhhhhh!"

　On the endless plain, the orange-haired girl was running for her life, using up all the strength she could in advance.

　The ponytail tied on the side and the heart that was just the right size for her chest were jumping up and down with her intense running.

　Not far behind her in the sky were several flying dragons.

　The tight thighs wrapped in black pantyhose are constantly moving, firmly fulfilling the duty of escape.

　The girl's name is Fujimaru Ritsuka, and she is the last remaining Master of the Human Rights Protection Agency Phoenix Chaldea.

　In order to save his own world, Fujimaru Ritsuka decides to embark on this journey of salvation with his junior schoolmate, Mash Kyrielight, with an unknown future.

　But unfortunately, the mission failed.

　He had been separated from Mashu, a Sub-Servant and the only remaining Chaldea combatant. Furthermore, he was unable to communicate with Romani Akiman and Da Vinci, who were manning the rear and repairing various facilities.

　The most important thing is that the Command Spell cannot be used.

　As if interfered with by something, the Command Spell had only a vague connection and could not allow Mashu to come to his side instantly.

　And there's another problem...

　This is France, right?

　This should be France! ?

　Why does France have flying dragons?

　Fujimaru Ritsuka, the escape from life and death is in progress.

　Although he was screaming in his heart louder than the sky, Fujimaru Ritsuka still had some basic knowledge about survival in the wild.

　For example, if she really shouted out loud, then it wouldn't just be those few dragons chasing her, but all the dragons around that were looking for prey would be attracted to her.

　Gradually, Fujimaru Ritsuka's vision began to blur.

　Heart Moment

　108

　The effect of adrenaline is gradually weakening due to the constant excessive and violent jumping, and the feeling of fatigue is constantly transmitted from the legs to the mind.

　"Give up..."

　There was a voice in my head saying this to me.

　Sweat kept sliding down his cheeks and his hair was stuck to his face.

　It seemed as if alarms were ringing in every part of my body.

　That is a warning that the body has reached its limit.

　If she keeps running like this, even if she is not killed by the flying dragon, she will run herself to death.

　Ritsuka Fujimaru slowly stopped and then fell to the ground.

　The flying dragon behind her was already very close, and it stretched out its sharp claws towards her.

　The next second, Feilong howled, as if expressing the joy of victory, and then swung its claws at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was crawling on the ground without hesitation.

　A streak of lake light streaked across the lawn and shot straight into the sky.

　The dragon's body remained in the gesture of extending its claws before being split in two.

　Blood gushed out along the smooth cut like a fountain, and the blood continued to gather on the ground, forming a puddle.

　Ritsuka Fujimaru was covered in blood and lay motionless.

　The other flying dragons froze as they watched their companion suddenly split apart.

　A terrifying aura surrounded them.

　The next second, another ray of lake light cut through the air and silently cut off their heads.

　Blood flowed.

　The surrounding area was suddenly filled with an extremely pungent smell of blood.

　"Da da..."

　There was a sound as if someone was walking behind him. Ritsuka Fujimaru turned his head stiffly and looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

　The girl in the blue and white dress was reflected in her pupils.

　"Are you ok?"

　Sieg waved at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was covered in blood.

　Ritsuka Fujimaru couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the girl in front of him showing kindness to him.

　It was because of this sigh of relief that the previous escape journey and the remaining pressure in Fuyuki City were released at this moment.

　Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes went dark and he fainted.

　"..."

　Sieg looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who had fainted on the ground in front of him. He looked around and scratched his long hair. There was still some redness on the skin around his eyes.

　Sieg pondered for a moment, then picked up the unconscious orange-haired girl in front of him and used his free hand to drag the half-dragon corpse towards a place where there was still some fire in the distance.

　-

　Houses were burned and lives were lost.

　People fled in panic, and the few remaining soldiers struggled to maintain the defense line under the command of the commander.

　The wyverns before them attacked their defenses wave after wave as if tirelessly.

　The scorching dragon's breath dyed the sky yellow, and sparks flew everywhere.

　The wailing and crazy laughter continued to enter people's eardrums, and then like a devil, lured more people to join in.

　After saying goodbye to their wives and children, the men resolutely joined the soldiers maintaining the front line, using their flesh and blood to buy some time for their families.

　It is fortunate to have your throat torn by the dragon's claws, because your body is still intact.

　The real horror is being torn to pieces, being burned into a pile of ashes, and being swallowed into the dragon's stomach and turned into its power.

　Hatred is not unfounded.

　They began to have their own personalities, and the purpose of their existence was to allow these flying dragons to completely unleash their nature under the command of the witch and continue killing.

　Hatred was like a whirlpool, its only purpose was to devour them all.

　Regardless of whether they are innocent or not.

　Because everyone is sinful.

　They pushed Joan of Arc out and into hell.

　Everyone is a murderer, everyone is an accomplice.

　Now, Joan of Arc is back from hell.

　All she wants to do is send everyone to hell without distinction.

　The dragon is her extension, hatred is her origin.

　The false Avenger laughed in the flames.

　The head was hung high above the city gate.

　People have almost numbly accepted this fact and are gradually beginning to numbly accept death.

　They are all sinners.