The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　"Oh my, it looks like I heard some important information."

　“Wuwaaaaaaaa! Da Vinci! Where did you come from!?”

　Romani Akiman jumped up from his chair with a slingshot and looked at Da Vinci in disbelief, who had been behind him for who knows how long.

　"I'm the almighty genius, Leonardo da Vinci. What are you surprised about?"

　“This is very bad for the heart!”

　Romani Akiman kept patting his chest, and he almost shouted out words that he shouldn't have said.

　"How long have you been behind me?"

　"Since you started talking to her?"

　Romani Akiman's face suddenly turned ashen at an angle that was invisible to the people around him.

　"Don't worry, I won't tell you anything..."

　Leonardo da Vinci's voice was transmitted to Romani Agyeman's ears through magic.

　It's over... The rest of my life will be controlled by a pervert named Leonardo da Vinci.

　Zig blinked and watched the movement on the other side of the screen, then silently continued to sprinkle some salt into the soup to enhance the flavor.

　"Miss Ziggy, do you need any help?"

　At this time, Mashu walked over quietly, squatted beside Sieg and looked at the latter, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

　Sieg looked into Mashu's pupils, into the expectation hidden in the girl's eyes, and nodded silently.

　"Great! Can you teach me how to make soup? I want to share it with everyone who's been working so hard after returning to Chaldea!"

　Looking at the pure eyes of the girl in front of him, Sieg nodded and handed the spoon in his hand to Mashu.

　The entire conversation between the two was heard by the Chaldeans.

　"Mashu, you've grown into such a sensible child... I'm so touched..."

　As Romani Ajman spoke, he wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and chewed the sesame buns he had not finished eating.

　“There’s no place for a doctor.”

　"Mashu, you've learned bad things."

　“There’s no place for a doctor.”

　Looking at Mashu's brilliant smile and listening to Mashu's extremely gentle refusal, Romani Akiman fell silent.

　The little girl he raised with great effort ran away to look for cabbage from other people's homes!

　"Well, although I'm somewhat looking forward to Mashu's cooking, let's put that aside for now... There's a magical reaction approaching your direction. It looks like a wyvern, and one of them is quite large, which seems to be an enemy Servant. It's best to prepare for battle right now, okay?"

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　"Rider, do you have any ideas?"

　The witch Joan of Arc stood on the balcony, looking at the fire still burning on the ground and looking at the woman who was crowned as a saint during her lifetime.

　"As much as I hate to admit it, we have no other way to extinguish these dragon breaths except to wait for the flames to die out on their own."

　“That’s really infuriating…”

　Assassin glanced at the witch Joan of Arc.

　"Ruler, your tone doesn't sound like you're filled with anger, does it?"

　"Do you want to feel my anger?"

　The witch Joan of Arc slowly smiled at Camilla, and there was a blazing flame of anger in her eyes.

　"I'm sorry for saying too much..."

　After bowing to the witch Joan of Arc, Assassin remained silent without making any sound.

　"How's Saber's injury?"

　"She's still recovering. The girl's previous blow nearly cut her in two. Even with the Holy Grail's blessing, it will take some time to heal such a wound."

　The rider calmly answered the witch Jeanne's questions.

　"But compared to that, I'm more curious about how she escaped."

　The witch Joan of Arc stretched out her hand slightly and caught a leaf that was flying in the wind.

　"She's ready to give up her heart, what do you think?"

　Flames filled with ominous magical power suddenly rose from the fingertips of the witch Joan of Arc, completely turning the green leaf at her fingertips into ashes.

　"Lancer is dead, and it can be said that she was killed instantly. We don't have anyone who can match her strength."

　"I told you, right? She gave up everything.

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　The witch Joan of Arc looked at Atalanta.

　"Rider, go and defeat them. With your speed and Noble Phantasm, it shouldn't take long to deal with a Servant without a heart and a group of rabble-rousers, right?"

　The rider closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment.

　"I need a team of dragons."

　"It's up to you, as long as you can defeat them..."

　The witch Joan of Arc shrugged her shoulders, and her fur-collared windbreaker swayed in the breeze.

　"What a pity! I really wanted to kill that little girl with my own hands..."

　Witch Joan of Arc glanced at Assassin and silently left the balcony, leaving a few people looking at each other in bewilderment.

　"rider."

　Atalanta stopped the rider who was about to set off.

　"That girl isn't someone you can just deal with easily. Remember to be prepared..."

　Prepare to be killed by her... If that happens... I will also -

　"I got it."

　Rider, who didn't understand the hidden meaning in Atalanta's words, nodded to the former and then turned into a spirit particle and dissipated into the air.

　"You sound like you have something else to say, Archer?"

　"Who knows?"

　Atalanta gave the assassin an intriguing smile and then disappeared on the balcony.

　"hehe..."

　Assassin covered his mouth and smiled slightly, then he turned into a spirit particle and completely dissipated.

　Only the frivolous laughter was left faintly echoing on the balcony.

　-

　It's my birthday

　Unfortunately, my throat is so uncomfortable and I have a cold. I can't eat anything good.

　We Will Meet Again: Fourteen Hands

　"Pursuers?"

　The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became serious. Just as everyone was discussing whether to take the initiative to attack or to defend based on the spiritual veins, Sieg had already left the camp and launched an attack on the group of flying dragons in front.

　Gently twisting the hilt of Balmung's sword, the huge amount of magic power in his body and the magic power stored in the blue gem were immediately mobilized.

　Golden lightning was mixed in with the sword body, constantly jumping around.

　Air itself is an insulator.

　The terrifying voltage that can penetrate the air is now being continuously compressed by the girl and then covered on the sword body.

　The next second, Sieg swung the Balmung in his hand without hesitation towards the aggressive group of flying dragons.

　The magic power that had been accumulated for a long time was like a spring that was compressed to the bottom and suddenly released. It rushed out directly and completely enveloped the group of wyverns.

　Lightning flashed continuously, and the sound of "crackling" was endless.

　The wyvern turned into ashes without a trace of pain in the torrent of magic that erupted.

　After clearing the group of flying dragons with one strike, Sieg stretched out his left hand directly above himself without any hesitation.

　"Scorching Dragon Breath: All Earth Melts (kafiloga allgri)..."

　The dragon's breath that burned everything suddenly erupted, engulfing the giant dragon that was spinning rapidly in the air like an erupting volcano.

　Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed out, clenched his fists, and smashed straight down at the girl with terrifying potential energy.

　A huge force came from rider's hand.

　The silver-haired girl threw Balmung away without even turning her head, then stretched out her free right hand and clenched her iron fist tightly.

　The little hand that looked extremely slender and well-maintained suddenly burst out with amazing strength, and the bones inside the covered fist began to make a "cracking" sound.

　The pain surged into his mind like a tide, wave after wave, slightly dispersing the effects of the frenzy.

　"Varied--"

　Before she could finish her words, she was slammed into the ground by the girl.

　The soil mixed with dust and gravel was stirred up high by the shock wave generated by the violent impact, and some flesh foam could be vaguely seen.

　Before Rider could react and struggle to get up, the girl reached out and grabbed the remaining charred flesh of the Tarasque, and then fell to the ground like a meteor again, hitting her.

　The huge shock wave directly dispersed the dust that had been formed previously.

　The gap between the two is not even more than one second.

　be prepared?

　This is called being prepared???

　It wasn't even a battle, it was just a one-sided attack and explosion.

　The rider stared at the sky with lifeless eyes. After the previous wave of impact, the Tarasque's charred body was almost completely destroyed.

　His chest, which was originally rising and falling, had now been sunken by the girl's direct blow.

　The broken spine caused her to lose control of her body, and the ribs that had already broken made her internal organs riddled with holes.

　The only difference between her and a dead person now is that she can still take a few more painful breaths.

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　The blood flowed like a river.

　My limbs had long lost sensation, and every breath was filled with immense pain.

　The spirit core had been completely smashed to pieces by the terrifying force.

　But it was a blessing in disguise, as her frenzy was finally resolved before she died.

　"I really did..."

　Before she could finish her words, a ray of lake light had already brushed across her neck neatly.

　"Sieg——"

　By the time they arrived, all that was left was the ravaged ground and the rider—the former saint Martha, whose remains were gradually dissipating into spirit particles.

　"it's over..."

　Sieg slowly turned around and looked at everyone, with a smile still on his face and some blood.

　Mashu subconsciously wanted to turn around and cover her senior's eyes, but she was still a step too slow, allowing Fujimaru Ritsuka to see the wreckage of Martha.

　The orange-haired girl covered her mouth and bent over, followed by uncontrollable vomiting sounds.

　Marie Anwatonette and Mozart looked at each other in silence.