In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

The dragon fairy missed her attack. Even though her fingertips had touched the light of the combined mirror, it seemed as if she was rejected and bounced away instinctively.

Guinevere——

The fairy knight Lancelot covered his hand that was not holding Guinevere, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Camelot...

Did he go back to Camelot?

The dragon fairy flew into the sky, tearing through the dark clouds and flying straight towards Camelot.

However, this time Guinevere used the mirror not to return to Camelot, but to go to Lancaster, where he was destined to never live again.

"Wow---"

The heavy rain is still falling.

When the light in front of Guinevere faded away and he was already in Lancaster, where the Mirror Clan once lived, he silently put away his umbrella.

He put away the black and blue umbrella that his wife had given him, and the dense raindrops as big as beans immediately wet Guinevere's clothes and the long hair that fell behind his shoulders.

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"Hehe, don't be sad about our leaving."

"Because we already know how painful it is to be apart."

"That's why we spend every day with kindness."

"Gui Ni, you too, need to smile more~smile~smile~"

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The laughter of his friends still echoed in his ears. Guinevere, with his cheeks and hair wet, stared at the dark clouds above his head. The night was gloomy.

He sighed softly, and then found the soil and dead trees that his friends had turned into after their death in the lifeless city.

Guinevere, who wanted to at least let them be buried like humans, suddenly felt a breath coming from behind him.

“…Mira?”

It was just a murmur like a dream, but Guinevere was keen enough to detect a faint blue phantom.

"Guinevere?"

The slightly strange shadow hidden behind the corner of the wall revealed a terrifying appearance that could frighten anyone to death.

"Mira? You are Mira? Is that really you?!"

Guinevere was not frightened, but was a little surprised when he saw Mira, who had lost her once lively girlish face and could now only be called the Fairy Lord of the Dead.

“Yeah, it’s me. Even though I was shocked when I lost consciousness, I am still the fairy of the Mirror Clan entrusted by the little princess! No matter what, it can’t end like this—”

"Mira..."

Although the voice in his ear was still as clear and pleasant as usual, Guinevere's eyes unconsciously showed a strong sadness.

He could more or less guess what had happened in Lancaster.

But even so, Mira still didn't say a word about what happened here.

"Hmm... there's no need to bury our former bodies."

Noticing the movements of Guinevere, who had transformed into the terrifying goblin Lord of the Dead, Mira slightly shook her body, which was like a ghost in the legend.

"We are fairies, we are all fairies. Fairies are different from humans. As the ones who have the sense of the stars, we are the material of the planet. All the dead trees and soil need is to return to this sinful land."

Mira said to Guinevere in a relaxed tone: "So, there is no need to be sad about our departure..."

"We have simply found relief, just like the Rain Clan once did."

"Alright, alright, it's getting late. Don't waste your time on us. Let's go back quickly. Your Majesty the Queen has nothing in common with the gloomy and dead city."

Mira smiled, and the hideous bone claws of the goblin Lord of the Dead were placed on Guinevere's head, shielding him from the heavy rain.

"Mira..."

"Okay, I'm here. At least I'll be here until these things are over. Don't worry too much, okay?"

That hideous and terrifying face seemed to still retain the brilliant smile of that fairy girl.

As the ferocious bone claws blocked Guinevere's head, the heavy rain gradually subsided in front of him.

Pure drops of water dripped on the boy's silky black hair.

The starry eyes reflect the faint light of raindrops in the dim rainy night.

"……Um."

Guinevere nodded slightly.

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But tonight, there is more than just this drama that is a century late.

On this rainy night, the human boy who had received education and teaching for a long time finally stood in front of the cathedral.

There, that flawless "white light" stood quietly.

It is said that it is the weapon left by the Savior.

The chosen gun that can only be used by the innocent.

My friend failed in his attempt yesterday... no, in his own words, he failed as expected.

After all, even though he was an innocent man, the flawless "white light" also had the ability to make choices.

Obviously, in Bai Guang's view, his friend did not have this qualification, so he was also eliminated.

Then today is naturally my turn.

Several children in front of him who were not very familiar with him also failed one after another, and then returned to the orphanage dejectedly with umbrellas in their hands.

Among them there is even a child who is as good as him in all aspects, and even better than him.

But even so, it still failed.

This made Percival, who was already feeling uneasy, even more uneasy.

So am I also...

However, the scenes before him made it impossible for him to continue hesitating and wavering.

That’s right, this will definitely be the scene that determines your life and destiny.

... "This is the Spear of the Chosen that was once used by the Savior Ash. It only responds to the desires of the innocent. We (the fairies) cannot use it."

The goblin who had taught and educated him once said this to him.

... "Perhaps forcing such a choice upon you would be an unbearable burden."

Maybe it is true.

But even so, in order to comply with the expectations of teacher Balan and his companions in the orphanage, he picked up guns and swords every day and trained day and night, as if he had come to this point completely to cater to the expectations of others.

And now the final step has appeared in front of him.

The words of the fairy who once taught and educated him faded from his ears, and along with the noisy but not too loud sound of rain, Percival seemed to hear the voice of his sister.

... "Okay, take a break. Who swings a sword while crying?"

My sister, who instilled the love and education of family affection in me, said this and spent a lot of time with me.

... "It's okay to miss training for a little while—"

As she said this, she smiled.

And this clear and pleasant laughter gradually changed, becoming another object that he admired from the bottom of his heart and respected like a brother.

... "It doesn't matter if I can't meet the requirements here, because I believe that if it's Percival, I can definitely become a qualified warrior."

The sun was shining on the green grass, and accompanied by the loving breeze of Salisbury, the man's black hair, which was unique in the entire fairy kingdom, danced in the wind.

As if noticing his gaze, the pair of starry eyes turned towards him with a smile.

"Well, don't take it so seriously. Even if you are not chosen here, I can just buy you. You can be my guard in Camelot. It will be much better than the treatment in Salisbury."

I didn't know how to answer him, so I could only smile awkwardly and say thank you.

then……

... "No matter what others say, your future is bright, Percival."

The voice of Mr. Balan echoed in his mind, eventually drowning out the voices of the fairy, his sister, and His Highness who had raised him.

Percival's gaze became firm after a trance.

There is a sentence like this in the drift.

Percival thought it was right.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

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PS: Give the best possible explanation for the issues of the Mirror Clan.

1. Grudges refer to the feelings between two people.

2. Guinevere had no idea that it was Yao Lantu’s Mirror Clan.

3. The Mirror Clan volunteered to be killed. It was only mentioned that Guinevere went to Salisbury to rescue people on the day of the accident, but there was no mention of what the Mirror Clan would encounter.

4. The Mirror Clan, who knew their fate from birth and accepted it (having lived enough), never thought about asking anyone to pay any price for their death. From their perspective, it was just to help their friends finish their last wish before leaving.

After all, fairies and humans are different. Even the Mirror Clan only thinks of helping their friends one last time before leaving. As for how to help and what methods to use, these are things that only they who stand from a pseudo-God's perspective can understand. As fairies, they will not worry about gains and losses, and will not consider gains and losses. Logically, they are different from ordinary people.

(Is it wrong to expect fairies to have normal human thinking?)

This is the only explanation I can give. If we can’t come to an agreement, then forget it.

As for Yao Lan, she will pay the price.

that's all.

Act 12: Percival's Choice

Parcival, who had not received the kind of education that the drifters received, could not distinguish between what was "poor" and what was "rich".

I just simply think this sentence is very true.

There was no particular reason - and now, perhaps this was the moment that determined his fate in life.

He was only a hand away from the "Spear of Selection" that stood there quietly.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

My heartbeat is speeding up and my breathing is becoming faster.

The "white light" also revealed its true appearance under the brilliance at this moment.

The strong feeling of "failure" surged into my heart uncontrollably, and it was a regret that was enough to shatter me.

The wail that resided in the gun body burst out with magical power, gleaming like tears.

This must be why it is called "white light".

From this, Percival felt that this was not something that "saved the fairies" but something that "defeated the fairies".

Therefore, it is time to make a choice.

Percival took a deep breath, then reached out and gently grasped the handle of the chosen gun.

Then, he exerted force with his arms and pulled the "white light" out of the cathedral.

Thus, the Spear of Selection, which had been silent for more than a thousand years, once again chose the person to whom it needed to respond.

——"Use it to correct the goblin's mistakes."

Hearing these fleeting words, Percival was slightly stunned.

"His..."

Then, accompanied by an indescribable feeling of tightness, flesh and blood began to surge, and life flowed away faster.