Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

She was not dead yet, but her breath was weak. She was already very close to death, and now she was only one step away from losing her life.

On the contrary, it was myself, the myself who was the root of everything, the myself who had caused things to develop to this point, who was still alive and intact. Why was it not me who fell, but her, Ella Hepper?

"Why... do this..."

My heart felt like it was twisted together, twitching in severe pain.

It was as if a hole was dug in her chest, leaving only a dark and deadly emptiness. She was afraid, afraid of the loss of other people's lives. Perhaps this time, she really had the ability to stop the coming of the dark gods. She and her companions defeated the dragon and would cross the last obstacle. Myurand would be saved, and she and her companions would be called heroes. However, she seemed to have to accept the reality of losing something and bid farewell to the girl named Ella Heper forever.

Oh my god, is this the price?

Lunicia's injuries had healed. The girl of fire seemed unwilling to see her broken appearance, so she sewed her broken limbs together again and stuffed her heart back into her chest, making it beat. She only felt weak, and after using the power that did not belong to her, she seemed so weak that she could not even lift a finger. Even so, she still used all her strength to crawl and move towards the pink-haired girl as hard as she could, grabbed her gradually cold left hand, and poured her remaining divine power into her body. Holy healing, divine arts, everything that was obtained by praying to God, everything, everything.

Faster, faster, faster.

Otherwise, I won't be able to catch up with her pace.

"Hmm... yes... why...?"

The girl, who was lying on her back with only the dragon above her waist left, was also mumbling something to someone. Her damaged throat made it difficult for her to speak, and it seemed as if she had used all her strength to speak, but her voice was soft and subtle, weak and powerless, just like her body that was gradually disintegrating like sand, but it was clearly heard by Lunicia, causing her body to tremble and reveal a sad expression.

"If Colette dies, I will definitely... definitely not be able to hold on any longer... Really... Really... I'm so sad..."

The dragon's body gradually disintegrated, the dragon's breath slowly dissipated, the dragon's eyes became dimmer, and crystal tears of blood flowed from the corners of her eyes. The dragon was inevitably approaching the end of her life. Even if Ashetherin, who was squatting beside her, did nothing, she would definitely die.

Ashlee remained silent and held her only remaining left hand.

It was like offering her a bouquet of ephemeral flowers in mourning.

"I feel so lonely... I really want to listen to Colette's lyrics again... The Witch of Ashes... Why... can't she live like Rosaline...? If there really are gods... why... must they do such cruel things...?"

"The gods will not do cruel things."

The one who spoke up to defend the gods was not Lunicia or Ashetherin, but Ella Heper, whose breath was also getting weaker.

She seemed to have figured something out. Although her life was fading away and she was gradually approaching death, her face was calm and she even showed a peaceful smile.

"The gods let you and Colette meet... just like they let me meet Lady Luna. Such gods will not do cruel things. They will only bless you and Colette, just like they did to Sitzberg."

What she saw was not only Lunicia, but also the twin priestesses standing on either side of her, invisible to anyone except her. She stared into the eyes of the black and purple girls with a gentle expression.

"Ella, stop talking...!"

"Please let me continue, Lady Luna."

Ella smiled softly.

"The gods didn't expect this, that your story with Colette would end this way... just like they didn't expect me to make the sacrifice today... if only you could be a little braver... right now you and I... are just escapees... you must have a lot of things you want to do with her, and something you want to say to her..."

“Ella…”

Lunicia couldn't help but hold Ella Heper's hand tightly, as if to bring some warmth to her increasingly cold fingertips.

"Well... Rose... Rose still has so many things she wants to do with Colette... Rose also wants to be hugged by Colette... She wants to be with her forever and ever... Always... Never apart..."

The bloody dragon whimpered softly.

"...Save her...Rose...anything is fine...save Colette..."

The blood-colored dragon, her voice became smaller and smaller, more and more subtle, along with her breath and her existence, gradually returning to nothingness, returning to the world itself, her eyes lost their luster, her heart stopped beating, she whispered her lover's name, starting from her fingertips, all the way to the end of her horns, scattering shapeless blood-colored sand on the ground.

"...Please don't blame her, Lady Luna. Please fulfill her wish, and your own wish, and save Colette, Lady Luna."

Staring at the broken dome with lifeless eyes, Ella seemed to have come to terms with something and given up on something.

"Well... I will definitely do it, so..."

"I see... So this is my true self... It can only hurt the love of others..."

Ella chuckled.

"I'm sorry... Lady Luna... I can't accompany you this time..."

Her body gradually relaxed, her eyes closed, and she gently held Lunicia's hand, as if she was going to take a short nap, go to the world inside, and continue to dream forever, the glass-colored dream that could never be held in reality. But before that long dream, she still had something she wanted to do, something she had to do. Out of a strange feeling that she didn't know whether it was love or selfishness, she used her last bit of strength to gently pull the paladin's arm and pull her closer to herself.

Gently, so subtle that it was imperceptible, he used his lips that had turned pale due to blood loss to carefully kiss the lips of the young paladin.

"…You must be happy."

This was the last thing she said, a whisper that only one person could hear.

……

——There’s still time.

So, the girl paladin is running.

——It’s not too late, it must be not too late!

So, the girl paladin is swinging the sword.

Ashlee expressed her lasting condolences to them, but she also didn't think that everything would end there. There was still a way, there was definitely a way to wake Ella up. Yes, she was not dead. She just needed to sleep and have a good rest until she could wake her up again, just as she had once woken herself up.

So, this must all be ended quickly.

"It seems that even Rose couldn't stop it... So, you are the ones who destroyed the ceremony?"

No one answered his question, and Lunicia cut the guard's body in half with her sword, then charged towards the center of the ceremony venue.

"Sandria, there is no need for a backup plan. The ceremony will proceed as usual. Go and drive away the intruders."

"As you wish."

The legendary warrior, the garrison marshal, was fast enough, but for the two who had fought with Rose, this speed was still within the acceptable range. They confirmed the previous preparations without hesitation, and everything in the ceremony venue was proceeding according to plan. The few people on the high platform watched coldly and had no intention of helping. In their opinion, the two weak breaths might have been seriously injured in the previous battle, and it was impossible for them to perform the miracle of defeating the legendary warrior again.

What disgusting arrogance.

Dressed in a simple and solemn black and white dress, with numerous decorations on her head and a gold-carved scale hanging around her neck, the girl as a sacrifice stood quietly in the center of the altar with a look of sadness on her face.

That’s right, there’s still time for everything.

The many traps originally buried in the ground, which were based on many explosives and a "Transfiguration", seemed meaningless in front of Sandria's speed. He looked like he was just taking a leisurely walk, but he was able to leave the trap range before being hit by the Transfiguration. He quickly headed in the direction of Lunicia. In almost the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Lunicia, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed at the rebel in front of him.

Until Lunicia crushed the red gem in her hand.

The figure of the legendary strong man disappeared from everyone's sight along with a burst of strong light, without leaving any trace.

In fact, the principle of this trap that finally worked was very simple: after paying a lot of deposits, the group finally set up teleportation arrays that did not last long in the basement and northeast area of ​​the Cathedral. All the traps before were actually just smoke bombs to confuse Sandria, making him mistakenly believe that the opponent's means were just so-so. Until the end, when he charged towards Lunisia, Lunisia activated the teleportation array set up in front of him and made him run into it. The array did not lead to other places, and the end point of the teleportation was on the cliff very close to the plasma magic trap.

The result was that without anyone knowing, the garrison marshal fell directly into the magic trap.

The representatives of the four major families on the platform were stunned by what was happening before their eyes, but they had some experience in military service, and their combat experience made them immediately take out their weapons, rush down the platform, and choose to fight with Lunicia and the other two personally to block their progress.

As a sacrifice, Collette Xi Caroline just watched all this coldly.

Ashlee used her unparalleled mobility to hold back Pietro and Dominicu. Ludovit seemed hesitant for some reason, so Lunicia and Ashlee chose to leave him alone for the time being. As for Lunicia, she took the "Avenger" and took the initiative to meet Linearo de Stock, who was in the lead.

"Why do you have to do this... this kind of sacrifice!"

"To protect Myulande. What a meaningless question."

While dodging Lunicia's slash, he glanced at the watch on his wrist. The second hand rotated, and the minute and hour hands also moved forward.

"Have you never considered the disaster that would result from doing this?!"

"Since all revelations point to the ritual, there is no reason for us not to do it."

Liniero's words almost made Lunesia lose her grip on the sword.

Not only was she surprised by their shamelessness, but also because it was the first time she really heard from them that they didn't care about the possible side effects of the ritual at all - emphasizing to them that the world would be destroyed would probably just be regarded as nonsense, as they were completely immersed in their own dreams.

The original copy of the "Rest" was left on the altar, with no one paying attention to it.

“So you can do such a thing?!” Lunicia roared, twisting her wrist and changing the direction of the giant sword in her hand, from horizontal slash to diagonal slash, “Using an innocent girl as a sacrifice——!”

The giant sword failed to cut Linearo's aging body in half, but it successfully chopped his thigh. The sharp white blade almost instantly tore off his entire leg, leaving a smooth cross-section, making him unstable for a while. He could only stab the sword in his hand into the ground while staggering to support his body.

The severe pain distorted his expression, but after hearing Lunicia's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then forced out an ugly smile mixed with pain.

"Really? ...Is that how you see it?"

Ignoring the battle taking place nearby, Colette silently picked up the silver rapier that had fallen on the ground.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Lunisia suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong.

The feeling of missing something crept into her mind again, causing her to concentrate, but she still couldn't figure out what she had missed. The soldiers of the Guard Division outside were held back, and Rose was finally defeated. Although it took some time, they finally managed to rush into the ritual site. The four major families now had no room to perform the ritual. They could not defeat Lunicia and Ashcelin, and failure was only a matter of time.

So, what’s missing?

She followed Linearo's gaze and looked towards the altar not far away.

Liniero let out a deep laugh. "What a huge misunderstanding. We didn't force her to become a sacrifice. She volunteered to be a sacrifice."

"……What did you say?"

At the end of her sight, the black-haired girl held the Saint's Sword in her hand and pointed the tip of the hour hand at her throat. She was wearing makeup, a dress, and jewelry, and she seemed to be shining, emitting a silver light that was too dazzling and too cold.

"Because she is a hero."

"Colette!"

The paladin kicked the ground hard and rushed towards the altar. She shouted loudly, but the sacrificial girl could not hear her.

"Yes...yes..."

Colette whispered softly.

"I...want to be everyone's hero."

The silver sword tip pierced the girl's throat.

Crossing the long wind, fulfilling the distant oath, today, here, we once again calibrate the scales of justice.

When the original myth is rewritten——

——Death has come.

Interlude

In the days of the hero Schitzberg - in the beginning, Muirand was not yet Muirand.

At that time, Muirand was just a small village under the Kanserle peaks where Schitzberg grew up. It relied on the mountains and the roads to provide food, lodging and supplies for travelers, hoping that they would have a safe journey to Nasarlan. By hunting wild animals from the mountains and providing commercial services to travelers to Nasarlan, the small village gradually prospered and became a small town under the mountains.

As a teenager, Sildenafil had no interest in learning business and logging. The closest thing to him was the carving and hunting skills he inherited from his father. His father was a retired adventurer who had given up his job because of an injury and worked as a hunter and security guard in the small town at the foot of the mountain. His mother was a receptionist at the Adventurer's Guild in a nearby town. The two places were not far apart, and after getting married, they had no plans to settle down. Sildenafil had often traveled between the two places with his parents since he could remember.

Of course, that was when I was a teenager.

Learning the art of archery and swordsmanship, going through the training courses as an adventurer, learning how to survive in the wilderness, how to win the battles against many dangers... These contents are only briefly mentioned in the legends of heroes, and only those who have experienced such a life can get the comfort of resonance from these few words.

One day, the young Sildezberg's mother, the guild receptionist who did not leave her name, set out with the town's adventure group as an entourage on a mission, heading deep into the Canserer Peaks, and never returned. One day, the young Sildezberg's father, the retired adventurer who did not leave his name, set out to the depths of the Canserer Peaks in search of his wife. Before leaving, he only left a note that said "If I disappear, don't come looking for me", and he disappeared without a trace.

At that time, the young boy Sitzberg was no longer a boy. He learned sculpture, swordsmanship, and archery from his father, learned magic from the wizard Nasaran who traveled here, and learned the rituals of the gods from the priests in the local chapel. When his father passed away, the boy had grown into a young man and reached the age where he could do whatever he wanted.

The young Sidsberg fought off the mad monsters, killed the crazy owl bear and the stag eagle, and pierced the skull of the scavenger with his sword. In exchange for these corpses, the young Sidsberg learned from the guild where his mother had gone. It was an exploratory mission. It was said that in the depths of the mountains, an adventurer who had returned from defeating monsters discovered an unknown relic. It might be the wreckage of the sky island that had fallen in the past. This was the truth of the mission.

He conquered the giant hydra to demonstrate his bravery and gain glory, which brought him the opportunity to meet his father's old friends. From those adventurers who were still addicted to adventure or had retired to the second line, the young Sizberg obtained armor, a round shield, and a magical long-handled hammer, which was the hammer of light that had smashed the head of a lich and swept away the undead in the past.

Since then, the young man Sildezberg knew what he should do and gained enough strength to do so. He sought help from the lord of the nearby floating city, but was rejected. He only got permission to do whatever he wanted. He looked for brave adventurers in nearby towns to complete this incredible adventure together, but due to lack of funds and clear gains, the results were minimal. In the end, he only recruited an old man and a woman.

He built a camp in the direction of the mountain, hired hunters and adventurers to draw maps, and expanded the known range day by day to increase the success rate of the adventure. He personally went into the mountains to hunt wild beasts and defeat monsters in exchange for items and funds to expand the help he could get. For the ruins that had only existed in legends until now, the first exploration was a sure thing.

Until that day, the roar of a giant dragon was heard from the depths of the mountains.

……

The girl's treasured picture book, "Sitzberg," which praises the legendary hero, was not a gift from someone. It was just an old and dusty reading material that she had found from a pile of junk.

The girl's life lacked entertainment. She wandered in the unmaintained courtyard, looking for things that no one cared about in the pile of sundries, and listened to the adults' quarrels faintly coming from the big house. The expressionless maids deliberately avoided contact with the girl, not only because of the master's order, but also because of their own wishes. These were all the colors in the girl's life. Even the flowers in the garden were so monotonous, leaving only purple pansies.

The girl's father never showed affection and love to her. As for her mother, she has never seen her since she could remember. She doesn't know what kind of person she is. The world is too silent and quiet for her. Perhaps it is because of this that she has a great interest in the bards who tell stories with songs and embarks on the road of music. A childhood accompanied only by this picture book called "Sitzberg", a world filled only with heroic stories and lonely courtyards, is a bit too empty.

The book in the girl's hand was no secret to the man who claimed to be her father.

Whenever he saw the book and the cover with the heroic portrait on it, the man's expression would become distressed and conflicted. He seemed to be struggling with something, and after all these struggles, all that was left was a sigh.

"In that case, you should read more stories about heroes."

In this way, maybe you can become a hero one day.

Work hard to become a hero—the girl’s father said.

Be a hero.

Go be everyone's hero.