In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Winston spoke the truth, and he had something else to say.

His Highness' temperament.

However, he also knew that His Highness didn't like to hear these things, so he just mentioned it briefly and then shut up obediently.

"So, your highness, where are we going next?"

"Reorganize the troops. Winchester is under the jurisdiction of Salisbury after all. I don't have the time to clean up their mess... Let them clean up slowly. Let's go back to Camelot."

Guinevere said lightly.

"Yes!"

When they heard that the rebellion was over and they could return to Camelot, everyone in the Knights couldn't help but feel extremely happy.

…………

After Guinevere left, Aurora asked Clare to leave.

A knight wrapped in a cloak, covering his blood-stained body, limped into the empty main hall of the cathedral.

"Oh... Lady Aurora."

"Ah."

Aurora did not look at him, which made the visitor feel relieved. At least Aurora did not see her ugly appearance at the moment.

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, it is."

"All of our fellow countrymen in Winchester have been... killed by the Demon Queen..."

The knight, who was running out of time, spoke intermittently. If he had not run fast, he would probably have died in Winchester by now.

He was trembling all over. Whenever he recalled the scenes of the demonic light blooming on the earth and the sky, from piercing the clouds to tearing apart the city walls, he felt that the bone-corrosive demonic fire was still burning his soul.

"Ugh……"

In response, Aurora just sighed softly.

"...There is no way to deal with this. After all, that is Guinevere, who is known as the Fairy Light. If there is no fairy as powerful as Woodworth, anyone who encounters him will be burned to death by the terrible Judgment Fairy Fire."

"I heard that Woodworth had a conflict with him in Oxford a hundred years ago. The Thames Chewell Lake east of Oxford is the trace left after the battle between the two of them."

"Please...please give me another chance. Next time...next time I will definitely do it for my fellow Winchesters..."

The man endured the pain and spoke with almost all his strength.

"Eh...? What are you talking about?"

However, what answered him was the pure gaze of the most beautiful fairy in the fairy kingdom.

"Next time...? What next time...?"

"You speak strangely. What do you mean by 'fellow countrymen from Winchester'? Those who appear there are undoubtedly traitors, right?"

"Besides, I was just saying it casually. You guys took it so seriously. Aren't you too serious?"

"------"

The man's body had stopped shaking and his eyes were completely dull.

"Oh my, you are such a jerk. You are covered in blood and you even stained the floor. Aren't you going to trouble the children here to clean up again?"

"Forget it, forget it, let me clean it up."

A breeze blew by, and there was no trace of that person left in the main hall of the church.

…………

Outside the gate of Camelot, Her Majesty the Queen returned triumphantly with her knights.

The fairies of Camelot cheered and lined the streets to welcome them.

His Majesty Morgan personally waited quietly for a long time at the gate of Camelot.

Until she saw the black figure and the knights appear on the horizon, a smile appeared on her face involuntarily.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?!"

When Guinevere led his army into Camelot, he saw His Majesty Morgan, who in his impression rarely left Camelot or even the royal city, was quietly waiting for his return.

"Now that my husband has returned triumphantly, it is only natural for me as his wife to come and greet him, right?"

Under Morgan's black veil there was a faint smile and tenderness that was only shown to him.

As he spoke, in front of everyone, Morgan extended his hand toward Guinevere.

"……Um."

Guinevere nodded slightly. After a hundred years of married life, he had at least adapted to the rhythm of how Her Majesty the Queen should act. He gently held Morgan's slender hand.

Just like that, escorted by the knights and cheered by the fairies of Camelot, His Majesty and the Queen returned to the royal city.

"...Did you encounter any danger in suppressing the rebellion this time?"

Along the way, Morgan was almost always using all kinds of words and methods to ask about her beloved husband's well-being.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong, right?"

Guinevere smiled somewhat helplessly, but he also knew very well that this was all proof that his wife loved him deeply, so how could he bear to complain about it?

"…It's just a rebellion in one area. I really shouldn't have agreed to let you go."

Morgan didn't want to let go of her husband's hand for even a moment now.

"Has my wife missed me during these days when I was away?"

Guinevere felt his heart as sweet as honey, with a faint smile on his face.

"……Um."

Morgan did not deny it, and even took a step forward and hugged the person he had been thinking about day and night for the past few days.

"Want it so so much."

"...Well, actually, I want to, too."

Guinevere gently stroked his wife's head. The love between him and her was self-evident.

"How much does my husband miss me then...?"

"I don't want to drink tea or eat, but I think about it in my dreams."

Guinevere said this half jokingly, half seriously.

"Hmm... Then I have to think about it more..."

Morgan muttered, and his body, which was almost as tall as Guinevere, kept burrowing into the arms of his queen.

"Don't think about it, because I'm back now, right?"

Guinevere had a happy smile on his face.

…………

The following days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the year 2000 of the Queen's Calendar, a year worth celebrating. The day when His Majesty Morgan had reigned over the Fairy Kingdom for a thousand years had passed in celebration.

This is what the fairies are like. On the one hand, they crawl unwillingly at the feet of the cruel rulers, but on the other hand, they work hard to prepare all kinds of novel and interesting celebrations for their own happiness.

But these things have nothing to do with the fairies living in a remote corner of the Mirror Lake area.

They are the elves of the Mirror Clan. They are beings who know their own end from birth and take it for granted and accept it calmly.

Since then, I no longer live for happiness, but choose to spend every day peacefully in order to live a happy life.

"Oh? What are you doing, little princess?"

However, even so, Mira still felt that their clan leader Ainsel was a little too strange today.

Since noon, he has been searching for something along the coast of Lancaster as if possessed.

She wouldn't tell me when asked.

Mira herself was also worried, so she had no choice but to accompany her as they wandered along the coast.

However, after crossing the Lancaster coastline several times, it seemed that he had finally found a location that was temporarily suitable, or in other words, one that fits his "impression", and Ainsel began to wait quietly.

"…Hey, what are you waiting for, little princess?"

“…It’s a very important and significant matter.”

In response to Mira's question, Ainsel simply answered calmly.

“Huh… We are both fairies from the Mirror Clan, but I can’t figure out what you are thinking…”

Mira sighed softly.

"Because I am also a "Fan Ya Ling" after all."

Ainsel exhaled softly: "Although in terms of combat power, it is definitely not as strong as the Grand Duke Pai Re who also exists as a returning Asian Ling, but the prophetic ability of our Mirror Clan is not too bad after all."

"That……"

Mira suddenly understood why Ainsel was behaving so abnormally.

"...Look, here it comes."

Before Mira could say anything, Ainsel, with his eyes far ahead, finally spotted the target he had been waiting for for a long time, approaching slowly.

"that is……"

A treasure ship filled with treasures, even the bottom and mast of the ship were plated with gold, was heading straight towards the coast where they were.

"Little princess, what on earth is this——"

"Hush, wait a minute."

Although Ainsel was also very excited, he forced himself to calm down.

They watched the treasure ship slowly approaching and finally docking.

With an extremely nervous mood, Ainsel and Mira boarded the treasure ship which was absolutely magnificent. There were countless treasures on board, almost filling up the cabin. Even the deck was filled with all kinds of treasures.

And Ainsel never even glanced at these.

She walked straight into the cabin and found a baby in its cradle.

"Little princess, she——"

Ainsel still did not answer, but asked Mira to get off the boat. Then he held the swaddled baby in his arms and slowly walked to the forefront of the treasure ship deck, lifting the sleeping baby in his arms high above his head.

"Wow---"

Along with the calm waves, a slightly chilly breeze blew from the Sea of ​​End.

A faint light shone from Ainsel's eyes, and she seemed to see everything in the world.

She opened her lips slightly, faced the wind that was about to blow across Britain, and uttered a long, distant poem.

"————Innocent people, please go back. This is the bottomless Queen City."

"——Accumulate, accumulate, like rain, like dust."

"——disappear, disappear, like snow, like a lie."

"You have ignored our hopes, and now they are in the Queen's hands."

"But it only takes a little patience. After two thousand years of dynasties, the Son of Salvation will appear."

"The savior who connects fairies and humans and saves the world."

“Even if it is just a tiny ray of light at first, even if no one can see its existence, it is like a moth that flies towards the light.”

"Streets of iron, seas of coal, when disasters are repelled, a pilgrimage begins."

"Guided by the rod of the chosen, guarded by foreign travels, the Son of Salvation shall reach the Amyrlin Throne."

"The one sitting on the throne is the true king. Please accept this blood-stained crown."

"Ring, ring, like thunder, like fire. Ring the six bells and open the way for the true king."

"Before being swallowed by the dark disaster. Before being caught up by the red disaster."

"Before being burned by the demonic light, before being gnawed by insects."

"Although we are not lazy at work, we are still descendants of free elves."