The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

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　Even the control room was dead silent.

　The smile on the girl's face suddenly froze completely, and then she regained her composure.

　Something...is wrong...

　"Sieg...?"

　Joan of Arc looked at the girl in front of her who had become so unfamiliar with her in some disbelief.

　The shadow under his feet began to gradually change in an inhuman direction, as if it was an illusion.

　The soul can transform, but the effects of the transformation will not disappear when the shape is restored.

　Every time she transforms into a dragon, the girl deviates further from the category of "human".

　Get further away from people and get closer to dragons.

　Until one party's existence completely disappears, leaving only a pure "self".

　The silver-haired girl blinked, then as if she noticed the blood on her face, she touched her face and looked at the scarlet between her fingers.

　"It got on my face..."

　The girl murmured to herself while her body began to tremble gradually.

　It feels like something important is lost inside.

　I have lost something that is extremely important to me as a human being.

　The fragile nerves were once again completely stretched.

　When adults impose unacceptable facts on a child, it will only completely crush her.

　Because of her promise with Jeanne d'Arc, the girl embarked on a pilgrimage.

　But now, at least in the girl's eyes, Joan of Arc's expression was a denial of herself.

　The depths of the soul seemed to be being torn apart, and the man and the dragon were being separated.

　The pitch-black wings tore through the dress and stretched out wantonly as the girl's breathing became noticeably unusual.

　The aurora on the chest began to burst out, and then a halo formed around it.

　The whole person's aura began to become extremely manic, and the red in his pupils began to become deeper and deeper.

　Jeanne closed her eyes and bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists on either side of her body.

　The next moment, Joan of Arc suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, walked forward, and held the girl's blood-stained hand.

　"Joan of Arc..."

　Marie Antoinette reached out her hand to hold the blonde girl, but the latter did not accept it and just smiled at her, while Mozart stopped her at the same time.

　He knew exactly what the situation was with the girl in front of him.

　If any step goes wrong, what awaits them is not total defeat, but death without a complete body.

　Sieg stood there in a daze, letting Jeanne hold his hand.

　The hidden wound in my heart still ached slightly, and the trembling of my body began to become more violent.

　"It doesn't matter..."

　Jeanne's voice reached the ears of the deformed girl.

　You're already doing great...so stop pushing yourself.

　Joan of Arc hugged the girl again and covered her blood-stained cheek with her own.

　"And I'm here..."

　On the road of depravity, we will accompany each other and redeem each other.

　So it’s okay even if you get lost.

　I (Jean Sieg) am still here.

　"Because I have a crush on you..."

　Tears began to well up in his eyes, and a layer of mist covered his scarlet pupils.

　The sound of sobbing began to become obvious, and the scarlet pupils seemed to regain some clarity.

　Then, the deformed part that was beginning to transform into a dragon suddenly exploded and turned into brilliant spirit particles, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

　Then the girl's crying became more and more obvious and heartbreaking.

　Everyone comes into the world crying.

　No one is exempt.

　The broken ring finally stuck together again.

　The missing humanity begins to stick together

　Up.

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　"It's okay... just cry it out..."

　Jeanne spoke softly, patting the girl's back gently.

　Crying is one of the ways humans release emotions and relieve stress.

　The torn soul began to be put back together under the glue called humanity.

　"Ms. Zieger..."

　Because she looked so mature, everyone almost forgot that this silver-haired girl was still a child.

　"Is this a confession?"

　Marie Anwatonette poked Mozart beside her.

　"You know more about this than I do, Maria, right? You've been researching topics like relationships between girls..."

　Mozart shrugged, and his hand, which had been holding the baton, loosened slightly.

　Jeanne patted the girl's back repeatedly, then lifted her up slightly and walked back to the camp.

　Everyone looked at each other, cleaned up the traces a bit, and then returned to the camp.

　However, only Fujimaru Ritsuka was almost supported and carried all the way back by Mashu.

　"The rider is dead."

　The witch Joan of Arc stated this fact in the most plain language.

　“Who killed him?”

　"I don't know, but there's no doubt she's dead, along with a whole team of wyverns."

　Joan of Arc glanced at Assassin sideways, then continued to look at the dusk in the distance.

　"That girl doesn't still have the strength to fight, does she?"

　"Look at the fire on the ground and the speed at which she escaped. Even if she was fatally wounded, she probably still has some trump cards that can hold her back for a while."

　Atalanta looked at the assassin and spoke quietly.

　"Now we can't find any trace of them, what should we do?"

　"..."

　The witch Joan of Arc looked at the sky in the distance and glanced slightly at Atalanta.

　Their eyes met in the air, and then they looked at each other in surprise without saying a word.

　"Let's wait for Jill to summon new servants. We need more forces to encircle and suppress the enemy..."

　Fafnir is not invincible now. Although Siegfried has been cursed, he still retains the ability to escape and fight. His whereabouts are currently unknown.

　Since humans can summon their own servants, it is not impossible to summon a saint to solve the problem of the curse...

　The setting sun has gradually set, dyeing the surrounding sky blood red.

　From time to time, flocks of birds fly across the sky, adding a bit of vitality to the land of Orleans.

　But with this kind of scene, it looks even more desolate.

　But compared to a lifeless land with only destruction left, it is better than nothing.

　The broth was bubbling in the pot, and the aroma filled the camp.

　Sieg sat quietly beside the campfire, stirring the soup in the pot with a spoon in his hand.

　Joan of Arc sat beside her and helped the girl prepare dinner.

　The day was full of twists and turns, but it ended peacefully in the end.

　The sun continued to set, darkness gradually enveloped the woods, the temperature began to drop, and the air gradually became colder.

　Fortunately, the temperature of the dragon's breath is good enough to warm up everything around it.

　A few people sat around the campfire, eating dinner, chatting and relaxing.

　Mashu was holding a notebook and writing something down with her legs together as a table. The broth that she had not yet finished drinking was still steaming and was placed on the rock beside her.

　The firelight reflected in Sieg's red dragon pupils, and his eye sockets were still a little red and swollen.

　"Still drinking?"

　Joan of Arc took the girl's empty bowl, picked up the spoon beside her and asked her softly.

　"Do not..."

　Sieg shook her head, and the silver waterfall behind her swayed with her movements.

　Joan of Arc put down the spoon, took off the gauntlets on her hands, and covered the girl's hands with her own.

　"It's not your fault... Stop hurting yourself like this..."

　Jeanne held the doll-like girl in her arms, resting her chin gently on her shoulder, letting their cheeks touch each other.

　The slightly cool touch, unique to dragons, traveled along her cheeks to her brain. Then, the heat quickly transferred to her cheeks, warming them.

　"..."

　The girl remained silent. Ever since she stopped crying, she had fallen into complete silence and had hardly any active response to the outside world.

　"Sieg..."

　Joan of Arc called out softly, trying to get the girl to respond.

　"Ah."

　The girl nodded, but her eyes were still focused on the burning bonfire. It was unknown what she was thinking.

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　"ruler..."

　The girl called out softly to Jeanne.

　"what happened?"

　Joan of Arc forced herself to suppress her excitement and looked at the girl.

　She was afraid that an unintentional action of hers would cause the girl in her arms to vanish into thin air.

　"If one day I get tired and give up...will you come and hold my hand?"

　Just like this time...you took my hand and pulled me back.