The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The already fragile heart will be hit again.

　The girl can never change back.

　"I--"

　Jeanne's words got stuck in her throat.

　There was no turning back for both of them, and the most they could do was stay where they were and not move forward.

　But will the girl really stay where she is?

　Joan of Arc knew the answer very well.

　"So, anyone can regret it, except you..."

　Marie patted Joan of Arc's shoulder and then got into the sleeping bag somewhat uncoordinatedly.

　"Hmm... The common people's beds are quite interesting to use..."

　Looking at Marie Antoinette, who was wrapped in her sleeping bag like an earthworm, wriggling up and down and jumping from time to time, Joan of Arc blinked and looked at Sieg by the campfire again.

　The flickering bonfire looked so dazzling against the backdrop of the night that Joan of Arc subconsciously narrowed her eyes.

　The dancing flames dyed the girl's figure with a brilliant color.

　Joan of Arc reached out and covered her eyes with her hands, dimming the dazzling light slightly.

　Such a short distance seemed to have become a huge chasm that could not be crossed at this moment.

　Perhaps Gilles de Rais was right at that time, the girl had already gone much further on the road to relief than she had.

　The other party is more qualified to be called a "Saint" than her.

　The corners of Joan of Arc's mouth curled up slightly, then she lowered her hand that was blocking the light, slowly grasped the edge of the sleeping bag that had been squeezed into a thick ball, and then pulled it hard.

　yes...

　No matter what happens in the future, she, only Joan of Arc, only Jeanne d'Arc, will never utter a word of regret...

　It is her salvation and also the girl’s salvation.

　It is a road of trials where the two of them cling to each other and keep each other warm on extremely cold nights.

　The white dragon on the other side raised its head slightly, looked at the road it came from, then flapped its wings and blew up a strong wind.

　Continuously expanding towards the distant borders.

　Human Evil · [Upgrade]

　In the face of the greatest disaster in human history, a gentle evil dragon, holding the "principle of salvation," has begun to break out of its shell.

　Even so...

　She will definitely not let go of her hand.

　because--

　"I have a deep admiration for you..."

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　We Will Meet Again: Sixteen: Peaceful Night

　No, even Joan of Arc herself was not sure whether this feeling was love or not.

　The guilt and worry in her heart had changed after being catalyzed by time and words, and even she herself could not see through the essence contained in them.

　But she would not deny this emotion, nor would she give up on it. Instead, she would act as a guide to gradually change this emotion in the direction she wanted.

　For example...love?

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　Humans are tenacious, no matter

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　No matter what kind of disaster there are always some people who survive.

　Just like this human incineration, although the vast majority of humans, along with human history, turned into fuel, some people still survived.

　But girls are different.

　She was a beast created specifically for the concept of saving humanity.

　Everything she does will directly and accurately affect every human being. No matter where they go, as long as they are in the same world, they cannot escape the influence of the girl.

　It is a "beast" that humans can never escape, with the largest impact and the most severe disaster.

　-

　"In that case, let's have a chat! Ladies' Forum!"

　Marie Anwatonette was curled up in her sleeping bag, with only her head sticking out and resting on the pillow, looking at Joan of Arc with shining eyes.

　By the way, was there really such a meeting in France at that time that sounds meaningless?

　Joan of Arc looked at the sleeping bag that was constantly squirming and thought with some confusion.

　"Is it strange? You and I were both converted during the heyday..."

　Marie Antoinette looked at Joan of Arc with a smile.

　"Look, I'm in the prime of my life! So I'm really into relationships and stuff!"

　"Although this opportunity is rare, I'm not really good at things like love. I'm somewhat good at things like kindness, right?"

　Joan of Arc blushed slightly and slowly looked away, trying to evade the question related to love.

　"Although it's said that not understanding love is equivalent to wasting 100% of your life. But your acting is a bit too poor, Jeanne..."

　As an experienced love girl who received her first "love (so-called)" at the age of seven, married the king at the age of fourteen and fell in love with the king.

　Marie Antoinette saw at a glance the true nature of Joan of Arc's feelings for the girl.

　Although saying it out loud would easily send the Saint of France directly to the Bastille, she still had to say it!

　"Is it really that bad? Sieg didn't even notice anything was wrong..."

　Joan of Arc listened to Marie Antoinette being both shy and a little nervous.

　"I think it's just that the child is so pure that she doesn't even know the meaning of what you did to her..."

　"is that so..."

　"Don't hesitate about what you've already done. Where was your decisiveness in holding that child?"

　Marie Anwatonette blinked helplessly, and her exposed head kept shaking from side to side.

　"But I'm still very happy... I didn't expect being a Servant to be so convenient. I can even chat with Jeanne under the starry sky..."

　The white-haired queen looked at the sky full of shining stars and smiled, sighing.

　"That's true... I haven't seen the starry sky of France in a long time..."

　Joan of Arc sat beside Marie Antoinette and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky with her...

　"But then again, it should be my honor to be able to talk with the famous Marie Antoinette..."

　"yes..."

　Marie Antoinette looked at Joan of Arc.

　"If it weren't for the problems that arose during this Holy Grail War, we wouldn't be able to sit together and chat leisurely like we are now..."

　-

　The night gradually deepened, and the stars twinkled in the sky. The starlight and moonlight covered the dark forest like a layer of gauze, adding some light to the deep darkness.

　Everyone's breathing gradually calmed down and they fell asleep.

　Although the Servants' physical strength was excellent and they could continue to fight with a certain degree of intensity even without sleep, to be on the safe side, Sieg still cast a set of sleep magic on each of them as before, sending them into a dream.

　What we need to do now is to preserve our combat capabilities to deal with an uncertain future.

　What tomorrow will look like remains a mystery.

　If you rush forward without being prepared, you will only fall into an abyss from which there is no escape.

　Sieg slowly opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed, and looked towards the pitch-black forest on his left.

　There seemed to be something inside that was slowly approaching here.

　With a slight movement of his fingers, complex magic circuits appeared on his skin and emitted a blue light. Magic patterns suddenly appeared in the air and slowly enveloped the campfire and Sieg.

　A simple soundproof barrier was formed so easily.

　The darkness grew deeper, as if something was slowly approaching.

　Sieg finished his magic trick and continued to watch the bonfire without saying a word.

　Some slight noises began to be heard from the ground, and the dry fallen leaves began to crack under the pressure.

　"Click..."

　The strange-looking eggshell was smashed by the girl gently and hard to perform the strengthening

　Magic Pot

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　Along the way, the transparent egg white mixed with the golden yolk rushed into the pot through the gap in the eggshell under the action of gravity.

　Along with a few splashes of oil, a wave of white smoke rose straight out of the pot.

　The girl threw away the eggshell, held the pot with her left hand and shook it from time to time, and used chopsticks in her right hand to slightly stir the egg liquid that was gradually solidifying.

　This is the dragon egg she casually took out from the side of the world.

　She is now truly the pinnacle of the inner sea of ​​stars. If she says one, the rest of the fantasy species will shut up and dare not even say two.

　This is a fantasy species among fantasy species. Even if they just feel the pressure from afar, it can make them completely surrender.

　At first, some brave and fearless high-level fantasy species tried to teach her, a newcomer, the rules of the inner sea of ​​the star.

　Then he was beaten to the ground by the red-eyed, white-bodied demon that could split into pieces without any mitosis.

　Gradually, the fantasy species in the inner sea of ​​the star gradually became aware of Qige and the territory.

　As long as you don't provoke the familiar guarding the Holy Grail, it won't care about you.

　Fantasy species, like humans, also have a set of hierarchical divisions.

　Weak Phantasma will try to move closer to their familiars and live there.

　In this way, if a high-ranking fantasy species attempts to attack them, the familiar in charge of guarding will regard the former as an attack target and then directly strike hard under the order of Justissa.

　In return for providing a safe habitat, the lower-ranking fantasy species will offer their "tribute" to maintain this delicate relationship.

　The egg that Sieg had just fried was taken from the tributes that had piled up into a mountain.

　The girl blinked, looked at the fried egg that was almost taking shape in the pan without turning her head, and looked towards the darkness behind her that was becoming increasingly dark.

　"What's the matter?"

　The iris flag with a black dragon pattern printed on it slowly emerged from the darkness, and the witch Joan of Arc walked out from the dark night wearing a black coat with a fur collar.

　"Gil de Ray is trying to summon a new Servant through the Holy Grail. Saber's injuries are recovering faster than expected. It is estimated that she will be able to resume her combat capability after tonight..."

　Witch Joan of Arc spoke lightly, then sat down next to Sieg and slightly stretched out her hand towards the flickering bonfire in front of her.

　The dark golden pupils shrank slightly, and the fingertips casually wrapped by the gauntlet seemed to be about to touch the light at the next moment.

　A flicker of pain came from her hand, but it wasn't the burning pain of the flames that greeted her. Instead, the chopsticks the girl was holding knocked her hand off.

　“You’ll get burned…”

　Seeing the girl pouting and looking a little dissatisfied, the witch Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, then looked at her hand that had just been stretched out towards the bonfire.

　Are you envious?

　Do you envy those who can live openly?

　Is it desire?

　Are you longing for sunshine to illuminate the darkness in your heart?

　"I--"