The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Witch Joan of Arc didn't know what to say.

　She didn't even know why she came here.

　Is it to reveal their own information to the girl?

　Before she could figure it out, a steaming mass was stuffed into her palm.

　"Here, eat something... Didn't you eat anything tonight?"

　“Of course I ate it!”

　The silver-gray braids swayed slightly with the movements of the witch Joan of Arc.

　"really?"

　Sieg's face moved slightly closer to Joan of Arc's face, his red dragon eyes staring straight into Joan of Arc's pale golden pupils.

　“True...false...”

　The witch Joan of Arc finally lowered her proud head in the face of the girl's pure and innocent eyes.

　"Then eat..."

　Sieg took the witch Joan of Arc's hand and pushed the sandwich he had just made towards her face.

　"..."

　Witch Joan of Arc opened her mouth slightly and gently bit the sandwich.

　At least...from that moment on, there are still people in the world who truly care about her and pay attention to her from the bottom of their hearts, right?

　A ray of sunshine slowly shone into her heart, illuminating the darkness that once existed.

　The witch Joan of Arc's mouth curled up slightly and she kept chewing.

　"what about the taste?"

　Sieg tilted his head and asked Jeanne in front of him.

　“I like it very much…”

　Witch Joan of Arc smiled, then suddenly moved closer to Sieg, stretched out her arms and hugged the girl.

　In a sense they are the same.

　Humans are social creatures, and when they are alone for no apparent reason, they subconsciously want to meet someone like them.

　"You are... my—"

　Redemption

　Sieg blinked, and slowly climbed onto the back of the witch Joan of Arc with his hands, imitating the way Joan of Arc had wrapped her arms around him.

　"I love you."

　Some warm touch gently touched Sieg's cheek, a breeze blew, and the witch Zhen

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　It disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few leaves falling into the girl's palm.

　"Siegfried should still be alive, but he's cursed. If I have that, I can find a saint and remove the curse from him..."

　Fallen leaves bring messages.

　Sieg looked in the direction where the Witch Joan of Arc came from and was silent for a moment, then looked back at the bonfire.

　The dark night in the distance has been slightly dyed red by the rising sun.

　Silently spreading a layer of butter on the bottom of the pot, the girl once again took out a few dragon eggs from the pocket of her dress, and then repeated the previous action and beat them into the pot.

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　In the magnificent palace, the witch Joan of Arc sat silently on the throne, looking at Gilles de Rais who was bowing down at the steps.

　"Has the new Servant summoning been completed?"

　Gilles de Rais bowed slightly to Joan of Arc.

　"That's right, my Holy Maiden. However, due to the conflict within the Holy Grail, the newly summoned Servants cannot be subjected to the Berserk State for the time being. So I would like to borrow your Command Spell to temporarily control them..."

　"Okay, I'll train you."

　The witch Joan of Arc waved her hand, and a dazzling red light emanated from her back.

　A strange pattern composed of numerous Command Seals appeared in the air, and several of them gradually dimmed as the Witch Jeanne d'Arc moved.

　"Next time, I and—" He will come forward, plus the newly summoned Servant... You go inform Assassin and let her prepare."

　"As commanded..."

　Gilles de Reis placed his hands on his chest and bowed deeply to his "holy maiden".

　"If it were me in the past, I would definitely stop you... But now you are a perfect being! Martial luck is dispensable to you! Please go ahead and slay those sinners!"

　The dark golden pupils looked at the somewhat crazy Gilles de Ray.

　"Jill..."

　The calm voice of the witch Joan of Arc reached Gilles de Rais's ears.

　Although the voice was calm, to Gilles de Ray it sounded filled with anger waiting to erupt.

　"Who do you think is the real Joan of Arc, me or her?"

　Gilles de Rais was silent for a moment.

　"You two are both to me. One is the Saint Girl who constantly struggled and sacrificed her life to save the world. The other is Joan of Arc, who denied the gods and was angry at those who enjoyed all the benefits with a clear conscience. You two are my true Saint Girls!"

　"So what do you think the other me would think?"

　Gilles de Rais's frenzied look instantly returned to normal.

　"That saintly girl will definitely show no mercy to me because I destroyed all her efforts. But even so, I will never stop!"

　"The gods are a thing of the past! Those damned traitors will be judged by fire!"

　Gilles de Rais howled, raised his arms high, and continued to shout blasphemous words.

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　We Will Meet Again: Seventeen · Attempt

　The dawn breaks across the night sky, and the darkness will always fade away.

　Sieg waved the projected spatula around in boredom.

　"Siegfried..."

　The girl threw the spatula back into the pot, slowly moved her right hand up to her chest, and gently touched her heart.

　A cyan-blue light faintly emerged through the lines on the chest.

　“It feels like no matter where I go, I always run into someone I know…”

　No, not all of them are necessarily acquaintances, but at least they are people with whom I have some connection...

　The girl shook her head slightly.

　"But speaking of it, I still have some expectations..."

　The great hero who gave his life for her...

　The sun gradually rose, and the soft sunlight slightly penetrated the gaps between the branches and leaves and shone on everyone.

　Feeling the rising temperature in her body, Joan of Arc's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

　"Ruler, good morning..."

　Sieg squatted beside Joan of Arc and looked at her quietly, holding a sandwich that was the same as the one Joan of Arc had made yesterday.

　The girl is not sure whether others will like her, but if it is Joan of Arc, she is somewhat confident about it.

　After all, the witch Joan of Arc also said that she liked it.

　Although the other party was just a figment of Gilles de Rais's imagination through the Holy Grail, in some aspects, he still used Joan of Arc as a prototype.

　"Good morning...Sieg..."

　Joan of Arc opened her mouth and yawned. She no longer looked like the saint she once was. Instead, she looked like the ordinary girl who worked in the fields.

　Joan of Arc rubbed her still hazy eyes, and with unconditional trust in Sieg, she took the sandwich from the girl's hand and opened her mouth without hesitation to bite the outer layer of bread.

　Wait a minute... where's the bread?

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　Jeanne's chewing suddenly froze as the question popped up in her mind.

　"Isn't it delicious?"

　The girl squatted beside Joan of Arc, her eyes that were originally full of expectation gradually dimmed, and her momentum also slightly wilted.

　"No... I was just thinking about something..."

　Seeing the disappointment on the girl's face, Jeanne quickly explained.

　What's going on? This feeling of déjà vu? It feels like I've experienced this before?

　“I’m just curious about how it’s done…”

　"really?"

　Looking at the girl's slightly puffed cheeks, Joan of Arc smiled helplessly, then put down the sandwich in her hand and stretched out her hand towards the girl's cheek.

　"Of course it's true, I wouldn't lie to Sieg..."

　Feeling the soft touch on her hand that made her want to stop, Joan of Arc felt as if she had been healed.

　If it could stay like this forever...

　"Then I'll go call Mashu and the others. I'll leave Mary and Mozart to you..."

　Sieg shook his head slightly to break free from Jeanne's hand, then slowly stood up and walked towards Fujimaru Ritsuka, without revealing anything about himself to Jeanne's eyes.

　"Do you know that you really look like Mozart?"

　Marie Anvatonette's light voice reached Joan of Arc's ears, and she was so scared that she stood up from the ground.

　"But it's pretty close to what I guessed. That child..."

　As expected, she is too pure. Even someone who looks innocent like Joan of Arc can be deceived.

　"Um...Mary...I—"

　Marie Antoinette skillfully pulled her hand out of her sleeping bag and pointed it at Joan of Arc.

　"It's okay, I understand, it's love..."

　As Marie Anwatonette spoke, she hooked her finger at Joan of Arc, whose face was flushed, and asked her to come closer to her.

　"Be moderate. She's still a child."

　"I told you it's not like that!"

　Marie Antoinette smiled and nodded.

　"I understand. After all, Amadeus often says that..."

　"Have I become a criterion? That's a little sad, Maria..."

　Mozart came over with two sandwiches, a look of feigned sadness on his face.

　"Who told you to be a pervert?"

　Marie Antoinette took the sandwich Mozart handed her and ate it slowly.

　"That's really heartless..."

　Mozart covered his chest with a look of heartache.

　After Sieg handed the only two remaining sandwiches to Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka, he looked at Jeanne with some confusion.

　"Good morning, everyone..."

　Romani Ajman yawned and drew out his greetings to everyone, and he looked extremely tired.