The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Everyone is unique, and so is everyone's music.

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　is unique.

　The main melody may be the same, but the underlying tone will certainly be different.

　He saved the world, then was abandoned by the world, and then his inner most vulnerable part was touched.

　The other party's greatest kindness to him was not letting him return to Valhalla on the spot.

　"Ah...it's better not to talk nonsense next time..."

　Mozart said this while lying on the ground with a helpless look on his face.

　It seemed to be addressed to himself, and it seemed to be addressed to Marie Antoinette.

　"Do you finally understand how infuriating your mouth is, Amadeus?"

　Mary squatted by the pit and took a branch from somewhere and poked Mozart's face.

　"I see, so can you give me a hand? I can't get up..."

　"Sorry...Sieg she..."

　Joan of Arc extended her hand to Mozart with a guilty look on her face.

　"This isn't the girl's fault. It's purely my own fault. I'll just treat it as a lesson for myself..."

　"It seems like our Mr. Scumbag has finally figured out how to address his shortcomings?"

　Mozart blinked helplessly and responded to Marie Anwatonette's words in a very calm tone.

　"That's too much, Maria..."

　"I told you, didn't I? Scum like you are full of flaws. Jeanne d'Arc is not someone like you."

　“This really hurts my heart…”

　Marie Anwatonette hit Mozart's head hard with the branch in her hand.

　"Maria, do you like Jeanne so much?"

　After being helped up by Joan of Arc and leaning against a tree, Mozart looked at Marie Antoinette, who had been poking or hitting him with branches all the way.

　"Rather than saying it's love, it's more like faith and a hint of apology."

　"A small spoonful of apology from the royal family for the saint's legitimate guilt?"

　Mozart continued his colleague's words and raised his lips slightly.

　Then the next second, he gritted his teeth in pain as the pain spread throughout his body.

　He was just a musician and didn't have the warrior's great endurance to endure pain.

　"Sorry, this emergency healing magic is like this..."

　Looking at the grinning Mozart, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately stopped the healing magic that was being performed through the summoning circle.

　"Mr. Mozart should have listened more to Miss Mary. Otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out like this."

　Everyone in Chaldea knew this clearly.

　Sieg helped them purely because Jeanne was helping them, not because they were saving humanity.

　Even if Jeanne wasn't there, she would still fight the Dragon Witch.

　The other party is saving humanity, and their paths have intersected, so they will act together.

　It's not that they have any qualifications for the girls to help them.

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　We'll Meet Again: Thirteen.

　"Forget it... Just consider it my own fault. I'd better talk less in the future..."

　Mozart waved to the crowd.

　"Sorry, Sieg is in a bit of a state right now..."

　"I understand, I understand..."

　Mozart interrupted Joan of Arc and stared silently at the sky.

　"I'm an artist, and I can capture much more information than you. I still know the specific situation..."

　"It seems that you really know you are wrong this time?"

　Marie Anwatonette asked as she looked at Mozart's injuries.

　"It's true. I swear to the saint in front of me. Please stop mocking me, Maria..."

　Feeling the injuries in his body gradually recovering, Mozart endured the pain and struggled to stand up by holding onto the tree.

　"I'm not actually a saint... I'm just waving the flag for what I believe in, and the result is that my hands are stained with blood..."

　Joan of Arc lowered her eyes slightly as she listened to Mozart's words.

　"But——I don't regret it, no matter what my final punishment was or anything else..."

　I have never regretted any of the choices I made at that time.

　The girl from the countryside experienced killing and betrayal, but she still believed in her dream and kept working hard for it.

　Even if my hands are stained with blood, even if my eyes are no longer pure.

　This is a war, a war with a century of grievances, a war between ideals and reality.

　War is a vortex. It has its own thoughts and its only mission is to devour everyone caught in it indiscriminately.

　As long as the war is slightly whitewashed, people will be ecstatic to step onto the battlefield to achieve their goals.

　When arrows pierced the bodies of their companions, and shells streaked across the sky and crashed into the ground, stirring up smoke and blood mist, when the originally fresh air

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　The air was filled with dust and the smell of blood, and at that moment, dreams were shattered.

　No one could laugh anymore.

　Even the banquet after the victory is nothing more than a delusion to numb one's heart and make one throw oneself into the next battle.

　War is cruel.

　Soldiers on both sides have never lacked courage and wisdom. But for a war, a war like this.

　Things like courage and wisdom are of no use.

　But even so, the girl still took her firm and unwavering steps.

　But in order to realize that wish, how many more lives will she have to sacrifice and how much blood will she have to shed?

　How many of these lives and blood are your own, and how many are others'?

　The girl never thought about this question until the last moment of her life.

　she knows--

　As soon as she turned her head to look at the soldiers who died tragically on the battlefield, the past would haunt her and drag her into the abyss.

　The death of one person is a sad thing, but the death of one hundred people becomes a string of cold and irrelevant numbers on paper.

　This was her greatest sin.

　I have never been afraid of the passing of life, nor have I ever regretted it.

　Just keep moving forward on the road to realizing your dream without looking back.

　But now, there is someone accompanying her on the road.

　Although she could no longer move forward, the girl still followed the agreement, picked up her share, and continued to move forward towards the distance without looking back.

　The fog ahead of the road has been dispelled by the dazzling aurora on the girl.

　The whole world was no longer confused, and the aurora that exploded in the distance was gradually dimming.

　She squinted her eyes and watched the girl's figure gradually disappearing into the distance, as if she were looking at some dazzling treasure.

　The next moment, I felt a warm touch on my hand.

　yes...

　Even if she fell into hell, the girl would come and pull her back.

　On the other side of the road, they will always be together.

　"The so-called Saint title is nothing more than a result-based theory. I think it's somewhat inappropriate for a little girl to be given the title of Saint..."

　There are people who deserve this title more than her.

　"That's right..."

　Marie Anvatonette nodded, then extended her left index finger towards Joan of Arc, her lips moving slightly.

　"Since you're not a saint...can I call you Joan of Arc?"

　Looking at Marie Antoinette's little face leaning towards her and the stars of expectation faintly twinkling in her eyes, Joan of Arc nodded.

　"Ah... um... of course, calling me that always makes me feel nostalgic..."

　"Great! Then you can call me Mary too!"

　Marie Anwatonette's face broke into a brilliant smile.

　"If you are not a saint but Joan of Arc, then I am not a queen, but Marie!"

　Marie Anwatonette clasped her hands together and looked at Joan of Arc with anticipation.

　"Hey, please, Jeanne! Just try calling me Marie!"

　"Then... you're welcome... Thank you, Mary."

　Joan of Arc spoke to the queen in front of her with a slight blush on her cheeks.

　"I should be the one thanking you! I'm actually happy! Jeanne!"

　Then, the queen, who had been smiling brightly, put away her smile and a look of guilt appeared on her face.

　"I'm really sorry for what happened before. I forced my ideas on you and caused a rift between your friends and everyone else..."

　Just like the queen named Marie Antoinette who knew nothing at that time...

　"Since you've lost the answer... then find it on your own! Although I really want to side with Jeanne, I will do my best to suppress this feeling and keep it!"

　"I will no longer blindly trust you, but will continue to support you! This is what friends do, right, Amadeus?"

　Mozart carefully moved his muscles to avoid irritating the wound and then smiled at Marie Antoinette.

　"Isn't this nice? A token of friendship..."

　Sieg sat by the campfire not far from the crowd, listening to their conversation. His eyes were calm as he watched the whirlpool in the pot. He looked lifeless, like an exquisite puppet.

　"I'm really sorry about what happened just now. Great artists sometimes have different ways of thinking than ordinary people, so please don't take it to heart..."

　Romani Akiman's voice reached Ziggy's ears through communication magic.

　The girl shook her head, lowered the temperature of the bonfire slightly, and continued to stare at the vortex of the broth without looking up.

　"You did this, didn't you? I don't have much evidence, but that's what I think...Solomon?"

　The girl raised her head slightly and looked at the orange-haired doctor in white on the screen. Her calm voice without a trace of emotion reached his ears.

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　The other staff members with him did not react at all.

　"It seems that I can't hide it..."

　Romani Akiman scratched his hair and said helplessly.

　"I'm not sure what the other party wants to do. But all this is indeed caused by me..."

　"I have some fragments in my mind, and one of them is yours, or Solomon's."

　Just as Romani Akiman was about to say something, a hand wrapped in strange gauntlets penetrated the magical barrier and rested directly on his shoulder.