The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

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　We Will Meet Again: Rest

　After selecting the location for setting up the summoning circle, Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mashu, under the guidance of Romani Akiman, used Mashu's shield and all other materials to successfully draw a summoning circle.

　However, since both were novices, getting the summoning circle they drew to function properly was already quite a challenge. As for the somewhat unsightly appearance, they could only ignore it for now.

　On the other side, Sieg successfully used his dragon breath to light a bonfire that would not go out, which could be used for cooking or doing something else.

　"Now that everyone is settled, let me introduce them again!"

　No one objected to Marie Antoinette's proposal. After all, intelligence was extremely important to both the enemy and their own side.

　"My real name is Marie Anwatonette, and my class is Rider. As for what kind of person I am, I hope everyone can use their own eyes and ears to see for themselves.

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　Experience it!"

　Marie Antoinette raised her hand and introduced herself. Although the first half of her introduction had no real meaning to Sieg, who could connect to the Holy Grail.

　"And unfortunately, I don't know why I was summoned... After all, I don't have a Master..."

　Marie Anwatonette's voice dropped.

　"Then it's my turn."

　Mozart waved his baton as if he was conducting the orchestra.

　It seemed as if some music was quietly playing in everyone's ears.

　"My name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and my situation is the same as hers. However, I don't really have any idea whether I'm a hero or not. After all, I'm just an artist..."

　It sounds like he is a person without any combat ability.

　Sieg silently mentally reminded Mozart to be careful to avoid being affected during battle.

　"Well... I know a little bit of magic for the sake of music. But that's just because I'm interested in the music played by demons."

　"It doesn't matter about that."

　The shield in Mashu's hand transformed into spirit particles and slowly dissipated. She placed her right hand on her chest and slowly spoke to Mary and Mozart:

　"My name is Mash Kyrielight, a Sub-Servant. The Heroic Spirit possessing me still doesn't know its true name. The person next to me is my Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

　As Mashu spoke, she stretched out her left hand and opened her palm to point it at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

　"Please advise..."

　Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and bowed slightly to everyone, her orange side ponytail swaying gently with her movements.

　Then, just when Mashu breathed a sigh of relief, a strange howl came out of Fujimaru Ritsuka's mouth.

　"Oh...what an interesting way to say hello..."

　Mary blinked her eyes and then imitated the sound that Fujimaru Ritsuka had just made.

　"Is this also a way of saying hello?"

　Sieg pointed at the orange-haired girl and turned to look at Jeanne.

　"Don't learn randomly..."

　Joan of Arc reached out and touched the girl's head under the latter's puzzled gaze.

　"Hmm...something feels off about the voice. Is it because I'm not feeling like a commoner?"

　Mary's face turned slightly red.

　"Senior! Please don't teach Miss Mary that weird way of greeting!"

　Mashu turned around helplessly and grabbed Fujiman Ritsuka's hand, waving her arms up and down with a pleading look on her face.

　"Sorry, sorry...I won't do it again next time..."

　With a playful smile on his face, Fujimaru Ritsuka swayed back and forth following Mashu's movements.

　"Oh, I see! It should be done with a hint of coquettishness, right?"

　Mary suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization, turned to look at Mozart, and then screamed again.

　"Great, Maria! Please keep up the enthusiasm from now on. Even my century-long love affair will be completely extinguished by this!"

　Sieg scratched her hair helplessly. She still couldn't understand what these people in front of her were researching.

　After receiving Mozart's response, Mary looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a resolute expression tinged with sadness.

　"I'm sorry... Although this greeting is novel, I still have to seal it up with tears..."

　Sieg blinked her eyes. She still didn't understand why Marie Antoinette had such a happy expression just now, but gave up after a few minutes.

　Are all humans such creatures?

　"That's a special case, don't take it to heart..."

　As if she had seen through some of the human evaluations that were rapidly sinking in Sieg's heart, Jeanne quickly spoke up to explain to the girl in front of her.

　"Since Amadeus showed such a happy expression, it means that this is definitely not the way a lady should use words..."

　Joan of Arc seemed to have sensed something, and pulled Ziglar behind her, using her body and the advantage of being a few centimeters ahead in height to block half of the girl's body.

　The man in front of me, named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, is undoubtedly a pervert!

　"Don't say things that damage my image!"

　"Do you still have any noble image?"

　Mozart fell silent for a moment.

　It seemed that what Marianne Wattonette said was indeed true, he really could not find any noble image of himself.

　Seeing this, Joan of Arc became more wary of the man in front of her.

　"Um... Next! The next one is——"

　Mashu raised her voice to break the deadlock and shifted the focus of the conversation back to self-introduction.

　"It's Joan of Arc, it's Joan of Arc, right?"

　Mary spoke Joan of Arc's name before Matthew could.

　"For France

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　The Saint! She is the person I have always wanted to meet in my lifetime!"

　"No... that..."

　Joan of Arc's face turned slightly red and her eyes unconsciously drifted away.

　Sure enough, she would feel shy when the title of Saint was mentioned in front of most people.

　"Well... I think everyone knows what you're thinking, including the lady behind you!"

　Mary nodded and stopped Joan of Arc who was about to speak.

　Sieg poked his head out from behind Jeanne and glanced around with a confused look.

　How could she not know what she understood?

　This feeling of being the only one kept in the dark...

　"Your way of living is real, and we all know what the outcome will be."

　That is why people admire and praise her deeds and will never forget her.

　Joan of Arc - the name of the miracle of Orleans, the light of hope for France.

　Joan of Arc blushed, her eyes fixed on the woods in the distance, not daring to look back at the crowd.

　"You only see the good in others, but that's your fault, Maria... At the end of her life, she was burned at the stake, which led to the birth of the Dragon Witch."

　Mozart looked at Joan of Arc.

　"You know what? Something's broken inside you, and that's causing some problems."

　Sometimes we cannot praise others excessively. Criticism and denial can become disguised forms of recognition at certain times.

　This is the meaning of Mozart's words. Although he said it to Joan of Arc, he actually conveyed it to Marie Antoinette.

　Marie Anwatonette's face suddenly turned red and she began to speak to Mozart.

　But she just kept talking, and the more smile on Mozart's face, the more uncomfortable she felt.

　At last, Marie Antoinette blushed and closed her mouth without uttering a syllable.

　Mozart had a big smile on his face.

　"When you scold me like that, I feel an indescribable emotion welling up in my heart..."

　Humans can still laugh after being scolded, isn’t it amazing?

　Sieg watched everything silently, and kept recording in the little notebook in his heart.

　"You see, as long as you want it, you can definitely do it..."

　Mozart turned slightly and made a "please" gesture to Marie Anwatonette.

　"Come on! Use this feeling to scold Jeanne! Be more fierce! Be more forceful! Be more intense! Point out all the shortcomings you can think of—"

　Before he finished speaking, Mozart suddenly found the word "death" appeared before his eyes.

　Listening to Mozart's words, Mashu, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Romani Akiman on the other side of the screen suddenly felt that something was wrong.

　"Matthew!"

　Amidst the puzzled looks of Marie Anvatone and Mozart, Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted out Mashu's name, forcibly interrupting Mozart's words.

　But before Mashu could step forward and knock Mozart unconscious with the back of her shield, a streak of blue lake light had already crossed the distance and hit Mozart's neck directly.

　The next moment, smoke and dust rose up, and a hole suddenly appeared on the ground. Mozart spat out a mouthful of blood due to the impact.

　Balmung exerted a little force on the sharp blade of his sword, and a trace of bright red flowed out from Mozart's neck.

　"Ms. Zieger! Calm down! Calm down!"

　Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka hung directly on Sieg's body, one in front and one behind, holding Sieg's arms tightly with both hands.

　"Calm down! Calm down!"

　Romani Akiman jumped up from his chair, his face almost touching the screen, and kept shouting loudly along with Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

　The red dragon eyes exuded anger as they stared at Mozart, who was lying on the ground and unable to get up.

　"Calm down!"

　Sigurd held Balmunk's hand very steadily, without a trace of trembling, and placed it on Mozart's neck.

　"Sieg..."

　Joan of Arc stepped forward, held the girl's shoulders and shook her head at her.

　The red dragon eyes stared at the latter. After a few moments of silence, Balmung slowly turned into a spirit.

　"For what happened before, I'll let you go this time."

　Sieg broke free from the blockade of several people and turned back to the campfire.

　"I thought I was going to die..."

　Mozart lay on the ground, breathing in the air without caring about his image.

　He now finally understood what the saying "A dragon has a reverse scale; anyone who touches it will die" meant.

　The fact that the other party didn't chop off his head was the greatest kindness he could show him.

　"Gentle towards humans?"

　Mozart covered his neck and looked up at the sky, muttering to himself.

　Artists' innate talents allow them to access things that ordinary people cannot access in some way.

　For example, Mozart's talent was to obtain information through music.