I have heard that if the dream of the night is too real, the sleeping person will not be able to realize that he is in a dreamland, and his heart will be pulled into the illusory space and sink into it, and he will not be able to extricate himself for a long time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But Lan knew very well that he was dreaming now, and if he didn't use that word, how would he describe what he saw in front of him and where he was at the moment.

A deep, endless verdant forest, surrounded by shattered shadows of the slanting sun. Stopping in the corridors of the old castle, through the gentle mirror of the lattice window on the right, you can see the vast sea of grass in the distance. The sky is wide and the sky is wide, white birds soar freely, and the mountains are cut straight at the end of the view, where the junction of windows and walls is cut straight.

In the small town built on the forest, a few pillars of inky smoke rose from it, like a not-so-clever paintbrush that painted the blue sky. It's a landscape unlike anything else in memory. Arashi, who knew this in his heart, knew very well that he had never seen or encountered such a landscape.

As we walked through the silent hallway where no one was around, a woman's chant could be heard from an open oak door somewhere ahead. Following in the footsteps of the beautiful song, when you stop at the open gate, you can see the woman sitting in her seat at the end.

It's Skaha. Lan immediately recognized the identity of the woman, the silk dress that was so special that it was unforgettable, and I really couldn't imagine that anyone else in the world would dare to wear it on her body.

Skaha, who appeared in the dream, was sitting in her position with her eyes closed at this time, her arm on the armrest gently supporting her delicate face, like a woman who took advantage of her leisure time to close her eyes and rest, accompanied by the singing of the busy green maid in the house.

To Lan's surprise, he couldn't understand the words sung by the maid, but the meaning between the lines appeared in his mind exactly.

"The immortal queen, the immortal queen.

Skaha, Skaha.

The elves chant your name.

The red moon hangs on the silver lake.

There are no pine forests in the long night.

The Ming Dynasty has not yet woken up.

The night never ends.

The immortal queen, the immortal queen.

Skaha, Skaha.

You are the ...... in the crown"

At this time, Skaha, who was sitting in the ordinary seat, the queen who was surrounded by singing, suddenly opened her eyes, and her red pupils looked directly at the door with a cold gaze. For a moment, Lan seemed to see her own reflection in the other party's clear pupils.

"The rude mortal, who has already traveled through mountains and rivers to this place, is why he is silent. ”

Thus saith the king.

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When the morning star rose in the sky, it was close to four o'clock. The blue sky is still in transition to daylight. At this time, it is called the time of dawn.

Because of the delay of last night's summoning ceremony, Joan of Arc, who only slept in a small meeting, still opened his eyes on time. This is a habit she kept during her lifetime, and the so-called Heroic Spirit cannot change her habits even after death.

On the soft bed, Sakura Makiri, who was lying beside her, was still asleep, and the sleeping girl was sleeping very deeply. An apologetic Joan of Arc slowly withdrew her arm from under the other party, and the girl who controlled her demeanor got up cautiously and walked to the moonlit window.

Dawn is the most important time of the day, the time when the long night alternates with the day, and the time when the Lord of Heaven descends on the gifts. The girl who came to the window and knelt down, clasped her hands, bowed her head slightly, and closed her eyelids.

Just like how I felt when I was alive, the moment the prayer began, I felt as if I was cut off from the world, even from the past, the future, and the present. It's not for some purpose, it's just praying for the Lord. Whenever she does something, Joan of Arc feels her inner peace like never before.

For Joan of Arc, the time to pray is as valuable as breathing. Without prayers, she couldn't even live a day. As an illiterate peasant child, Joan of Arc knew that she could hear the voice of the Lord because she could hear the voice of the Lord.

With this gratitude, the saint began to pray to the starry sky outside the window, and when she came back to her senses, a pale white had appeared in the sky. The girl, who was not overjoyed by how long she had prayed, just got up calmly and walked outside, where she was about to start preparing the family's breakfast.

At the same time as opening the door, it was gently closed with the force of not waking up Kirizakura, and when the holy girl was about to walk towards the kitchen, she subconsciously looked at the floor in the center of the living room.

The living room that she cleaned up last night made people not see the slightest clutter. The people who slept in the bed, she naturally knew them very well. One of them is the male owner of this family, the object of her protection in this life - Lord Lan. Whereas...... The other is the heroic spirit she wants to call her sister, Skaha.

However, Sister Skaha's use of the word Heroic Spirit is not appropriate, because all the heroes in Valhalla are dead bodies, but their souls have been preserved, and in the final analysis, they are still dead creatures with empty memories and abilities.

But Skaha is different, she took the initiative to enter Valhalla while she was alive, although the reason for entering is not clear for the time being, but this does not prevent Skaha's sister from being special. For a long time, Sister Skaha, the only living person in Valhalla, walked gracefully alone like a flower blooming in a mud ditch.

Unparalleled strength, beauty recited by the world, immortal queen, such a woman worthy of anyone's respect, Sister Skaha, how can you get into the bed of the opposite sex without permission? Even if that person is your master!!!

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The girl's screams opened the day at home and signalled the start of the Holy Grail War.

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"Joan of Arc, didn't I explain, it's because there is no bed. In a helpless tone, he explained to the girl who was busy in the kitchen, and Skaha looked at her startled sister, and couldn't help but have a headache.

The puffy Joan of Arc fiddles with the vegetables in the draining basin by herself, and the girl, who is not good at words, is determined not to give the other party a chance to convince herself......

Timid Sheng Sheng followed Joan of Arc and helped clean up breakfast together, and she didn't realize why she just slept and suddenly had a big sister at home.

Arashi, who was sitting on the sofa, was studying the spear-shaped spell on the back of his right hand, and he wanted to think carefully about whether he should dedicate the first time of this thing to something like not allowing the other party to 'night attack'.

When he was woken up by Joan of Arc's screams, the mood he felt when he saw Skaha lying beside him was terrible enough. Although there is nothing bad about the dream itself, the person who has just dreamed about it can see it when he opens his eyes, and whoever it is will feel a little strange and over-the-top.

Sure enough, Skaha is a headache for a woman.