The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's figure completely disappeared from the spot, turning into a beam of lake light and rushing towards the tail of the refugee group.

　"Just do as Sieg says! Everyone! Speed ​​up!"

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　"The fugitive's tracks have been confirmed, and we are about to engage him—"

　The blue light of the lake flashed by, and Balmung's sharp sword tore through the armor of the Knight of Justice as easily as cutting butter, directly cutting him in two on horseback.

　Without even a drop of blood being shed, the remains of the Knight of Justice fell off the horse's back and then turned into spirit particles in the sky and completely dissipated.

　The horse he was riding at the beginning stopped steadily after he fell off, and looked at the girl with calm eyes.

　"It seems like the horses can be left behind? They seem to count as supplies, too?"

　She tilted her head slightly and then stretched out her white hand.

　The scorching flames gathered in his hands, and then, like a spring that was compressed to the bottom and then suddenly released, it turned into three lasers that pierced the heads of the remaining three knights at the same time.

　The moment the armor touched the laser, it completely turned into molten iron, revealing the "face" hidden within.

　No, that's not a face at all.

　From the very beginning, the Knights of Justice were nothing more than familiars that could be summoned at will.

　Under the influence of high temperature, the head turned into air and disappeared completely.

　The remaining body lost control and was thrown off the horse's back by the fast horse, and it also turned into spirit particles and disappeared completely.

　Sieg reached out and patted the horse's head, then pointed behind him.

　There was no verbal communication during the entire process.

　The four fast horses raised their bodies high, raised their front hooves in the air and stomped a few times, then howled and took another step, running towards the direction the girl pointed without hesitation.

　"Next..."

　The girl spoke softly, looking into the distance, and the familiar figure gradually came into her sight.

　A breeze blew by, ruffling the girl's silver hair, and everything returned to calm, the calm before the storm.

　The girl just stood there quietly, with the Balmung in her hand stabbed into the ground to stabilize it. With a hint of complexity in her eyes, she looked at the figures of the Knight of Justice and the Purple-haired Knight who were gradually surrounding her.

　"Sir Lancelot, we have spotted the enemy. There is only one enemy, but he is gone in an instant.

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　We have already dealt with four knights in a short time. Do we need to wait for the third group to arrive and launch a surprise attack together?"

　Lancelot shook his head slightly, looked at the white figure in the distance, and held Arondette's hand with a little force.

　"No, just charge like this. The third group of soldiers will split into two groups and speed up to surround the refugees while we are fighting. Even if they speed up, they won't be able to move much faster than such a large group of people."

　"As ordered."

　The knight in charge of delivering the message nodded slightly and turned to leave.

　Looking at the other person's figure, the order issued by Agaguiwen flashed through Lancelot's mind.

　"Don't attack the refugees. The order is for us to arrest the rebels. There's no need to fight the refugees as long as they don't resist. This isn't the king's order, but Agaguiwen's. There's no need to waste time on it."

　Lancelot sighed deeply as he spoke, then drew the Arondite from his waist, dismounted, and walked towards the girl alone. The other Knights of the Order obeyed the previous instructions and did not take any action.

　"The Assistant Commander has ordered that if we fail to complete our mission, we won't be able to enter the Holy City. Really... it's all just trivial matters and boring plots—"

　Before he finished speaking, the girl's figure came into his sight. Her hands seemed to have suddenly lost strength, her breathing began to become heavy, her eyes were full of disbelief and a hint of imperceptible pain, and it felt as if a thousand-pound rock was pulling her forward on her legs.

　"impossible--"

　This is impossible, this is impossible...

　"Guinevere—"

　A hoarse voice came out of Lancelot's mouth.

　Everything that rises must fall; this is inevitable.

　If we must find an initiator of this opportunity in the legend of King Arthur, then that person must be him, it must be Lancelot.

　His romance with Guinevere led to the destruction of the Round Table and a series of subsequent chain reactions.

　He had thought that by being summoned again he could escape this, and by making another choice at the hands of the Lion King he could escape the shadow of the past.

　But look at it now.

　The past will not be forgotten, it’s just that we can’t remember it.

　It has always been by your side. As long as the time is right, you will inadvertently (when the time is right) see the long-forgotten——

　That sin.

　That figure was not Guinevere, but—

　The reaction based on the spiritual foundation will not be wrong.

　He now knew whether the relationship between him and Guinevere had any bad consequences.

　"Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake..."

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　"Galahad and Lancelot..."

　Morgan sat upright on the throne, his slender fingers tapping the armrests, looking at the empty palace with a slight smile on his lips.

　"Well, since she's Sir Lancelot's sister, the one atop the Albion wreckage—"

　Then I grant you the name of the Fairy Knight Galahad.

　This kingdom is beyond saving; the Master from the observatory will eventually destroy it.

　A name that could make even the Holy Lance speak, let me see just how far I can grow...

　If you can really burn all the curses, then go ahead and burn them as much as you can.

　This world never needs any salvation.

　Curse it, curse it.

　Burn it, burn it.

　Salvation and destruction have always existed as one and the same.

　Destroy in order to save, save in order to destroy.

　It’s like seeing the innocent self I once was.

　Pure white paper will see what people want to see according to their different desires.

　This is the perfect bride, don't you think, Tetrot, my knight...

　How many years has it been since I last saw your smile?

　There was a hint of thawing in the frozen heart.

　"Just consider it a return gift, since we are of the same kind..."

　Rejected by "human reason" and unable to enter the holy city of Camelot, unsatisfied desires turned into lamentations and finally evolved into hatred and resentment.

　The gentle dragon, rejected and exiled by "human nature", bears all the pain by himself.

　They are essentially the same kind of people, but they have taken two different paths.

　But the final destination of the road is the same. For the sake of mankind, the fate of the fairies on the British Isles must be destroyed at one time, the so-called "human reason".

　Ahhh——

　At the end of a long journey, there is always a lot to lose.

　The story of prayer will eventually fade away one day.

　But at least no matter what the outcome is, there will always be someone waiting for you and blessing you.

　You and I both know the price of lost dreams, don't we?

　A complicated and intricate summoning array unfolded on the ground, transcending the boundaries of time and beyond the scope of space.

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　, Galahad answered the call.

　"This is a dream of destruction that I bear witness to over and over again. There is no reward, no redemption. Even so, will you answer this call to self-destruction?"

　A voice of affirmation came from the void.

　"Oh well--"

　The light of the summoning circle became more and more dazzling, and then it lost all its light in an instant like a light bulb that had lost power.

　The name was established here.

　Disguise Change——

　Galahad, the goblin knight.

　An evil dragon that has witnessed everything, saved everything, taken everything, destroyed everything, and waits for something at the end of time.

　Through the bond between Melusin and Xing Neihai, through a curse of the same essence.

　The spiritual base crossed the inner sea of ​​the star, transcended the boundaries of time, and quietly entered the body of the crying girl.

　Consciousness has long been completely worn away by the wear and tear of time, and what remains in the body is only that bit of power, a power that even he himself is not aware of.

　Even Justisa didn't notice it at all at that time.

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　Looking at Lancelot who was obviously a little strange, the girl blinked in confusion, then reached out and grasped the hilt of Balmung's sword and pulled it out of the ground again, with the sharp tip of the sword pointing straight at Lancelot.

　A sense of anger inexplicably welled up in my heart.

　He was not angry at what they had done, but simply at Lancelot in front of him.

　The girl's figure disappeared from the spot, and a cold light flashed on the sharp blade.

　The next second, his wrist flipped suddenly, and the sharp blade immediately turned into a broad sword body and slammed down hard on Lancelot's cheek.

　The force of this blow even surpassed that of Achilles.

　The huge impact force directly knocked Lancelot head-on, and blood drops along with tears left by physiological reasons splashed in the air.

　The figure fell straight to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

　The blue light of the lake flashed by.

　The huge lightning tree, accompanied by a scorching heat that could burn everything, once again rose from the ground and covered everything.

　The golden thunder tree was like a fortress at this moment, completely blocking the way forward for the Knights of Justice.

　Once they move forward, all that awaits them are lightning strikes and dragon breath falling from the sky.

　Sieg's figure appeared in front of Lancelot who was knocked away in the blink of an eye, then he threw away Balmung and clenched his white and tender hands into fists.

　Magic circuits slowly lit up on the surface of the body, and a layer of enhanced magic seemed to be attached to the white fist. Dots of green light lit up from the wounds on Lancelot's body, and then began to repair the wounds on his body.

　Then, he smashed his fist hard into Lancelot's face.

　The entire ground made a loud noise in an instant.

　Looking at the wound that had obviously not healed, the girl frowned slightly, then silently increased the power of her magic once again.

　Then he punched the latter in the face again.

　This time, the wound had healed the moment the fist left with blood.

　But the pain cannot go away just by the quick healing of the wound.

　Lancelot did not resist at all. He just lay on the ground and let the fists hit his face again and again like raindrops.

　This is the retribution he deserves.

　As a father, he is unqualified and has not fulfilled his responsibilities.

　As a knight, he was even more unqualified and did not fully practice the spirit of chivalry, which led to his destruction.

　This is a sin he should bear, a sin he should not escape...