In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Percival could feel that his body was returning to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye. His once slightly thin figure immediately became sturdy and strong, bursting through the loose clothes the boy was wearing.

"I……"

Percival subconsciously looked down at his hands. His small hands, which were covered with calluses due to training, had turned into a pair of big hands, and his slender wrists had turned into strong arms.

Suddenly grew up.

And he grew up a lot all of a sudden.

It's really shocking.

"What the hell..."

Percival woke up as if from a dream, holding the spear of white light, and left the cathedral.

And at this moment, it is actually the time when the fairy knight Lancelot returns to Salisbury.

However, he did not know the whereabouts of his sister and the prince, so he did not stay in the cathedral, but returned to the orphanage.

"Dong dong dong."

"Teacher Balan."

"Hey... come in, I heard you went to test the gun... I don't know the result..."

Balaam said it casually and looked up subconsciously, only to see a muscular young man who had opened his clothes and was holding the "white light".

"--Parcival?"

Even though he had already prepared himself mentally for Percival to be chosen by the Chosen Gun, Balan couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Percival suddenly become an adult.

"Teacher Balan——"

Percival looked a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know how to explain it to the teacher.

An accident... or an emergency that just happened?

Percival himself couldn't explain it, he just held the "white light" in his hand, at a loss.

Seeing his bewildered look, Balan was completely certain that the sturdy young man in front of him was Percival.

"It looks like it was successful."

A smile finally broke out on Balan's face, but just like before, this man who was used to having a cold face looked really unflattering when he smiled.

"In this case, it can be considered completed... Should we say it is over-completed?"

Balan looked at the young man who was a head taller than him, and subconsciously said: "After all, you are now like you have grown ten years older overnight..."

The smile on Balan's face, which had been somewhat happy, suddenly disappeared.

"Ten years old...ten years old."

Balan, realizing something, couldn't help but look at the "white light" tightly held in Percival's hand, with an indescribable and complex expression in his eyes.

“…I see, so that’s how it is.”

"Why would the former savior seal the "white light" in the cathedral... it makes sense when you think about it..."

"Teacher Balan?"

It was obvious that Percival did not understand what Balan was saying.

"That 'white light' took away ten years of your life."

Balan said, squeezing Percival's hand, which was already covered with calluses from day and night training.

"That's right."

Percival nodded slightly, not taking it to heart.

But Balaam's eyes revealed unspeakable complexity.

Should we say it is the pride and indifference of young people...

The life span of humans in the Fairy Kingdom is short. This year, Percival is only ten years old, but because he was chosen by the "White Light", he lost a full ten years of his life.

This is really unacceptable.

"——It's okay, Mr. Balan, I don't care about this."

Percival spoke with the unique pride of a young boy and the firm will he had gained after being chosen by the "White Light".

“As long as my life can blossom at the most meaningful moment, I firmly believe that it has nothing to do with the length of life.”

"Percival...you..."

Balaam's eyes gradually changed. The young man who used to be confused about his future was now ignited by a high will.

It's not what he said before.

Is that so, Percival?

"Really? Is this your choice?"

Balaam lowered his eyes slightly. The young man in front of him had already drawn the holy spear, but the result was very different from what he had imagined.

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Guinevere returned to Camelot.

Morgan watched her husband, all wet and drenched, return to Camelot as if he had lost his soul, and quickly pulled him to the bath to wash.

"What on earth happened——Could it be because of the Mirror Clan——"

Morgan, who was already in a bad mood because of the sudden annihilation of the Mirror Clan, felt even worse when she saw her beloved husband looking like he had lost his soul.

She quickly guessed the reason - after all, in the past decade or so, the places her husband often visited were only Lancaster and Salisbury.

"Is it really because of those fairies from the Mirror Clan?"

After taking off her husband's wet black robe, Morgan couldn't help but gently hold Guinevere's slightly cold fingertips.

"They're... gone."

Guinevere did not cry, but his starry eyes were no longer as bright as before. They had lost their dazzling color and were now gray.

"It's okay, dear, as long as you want, I can..."

Morgan still couldn't stand seeing her beloved husband in such a distraught state. She was about to speak, but Guinevere in front of her shook her head gently.

"No, Your Majesty, I understand."

"It's all over and there's no point anymore."

"This eternal sleep is a choice made by everyone...but they just refuse to tell me what happened..."

Guinevere shook his head, with an extremely bitter smile on his face.

"From their perspective, maybe I should just let go of this ending with a smile..."

"But I can't let it go... How can I let it go..."

Morgan said nothing, but gently stroked her husband's soft black hair, soothing his tired heart.

"Okay... don't think about it. I can do whatever you want. Just stop being so depressed."

Her fingertips, which were usually slightly cool, gently clasped the hand that had become icy cold under the heavy rain. Morgan snuggled up to Guinevere, who was covered in rain, and the wet rain also soaked her clothes.

"Well, if that's the case, go to bed early after taking a shower."

Morgan said softly.

"Um……"

"Hula..."

As the last bit of thin clothing was taken off, Guinevere's fair body attracted his wife's attention.

"Guini...you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

Guinevere looked at Morgan's stunned expression and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"The Command Seal on your body...is missing a stroke?"

The fingertips with slightly warm body temperature gently slid across the fair skin, but the complex and beautiful traces left on Guinevere by the Supreme Blessing that should have been dazzling like a flying flame were now partially missing.

It's like being painted with inferior paint and then wiped off. Even if it has been "used", a dull color like residue is left behind.

Without waiting for her husband to respond, Morgan simply stared at the dimmed divine pattern on his body with complicated eyes, muttering to herself, "Did it get 'used'?"

"Well... it's for Lancelot, to repay her for saving my life."

Guinevere nodded slightly and told his wife everything he had seen in Salisbury.

"Well...thank you for your trust and love for me, Guini..."

Originally, he might have been somewhat worried that he might be harassed by Lancelot again in Salisbury, but now it seemed that Morgan also felt that he was worrying too much.

"Your Majesty... won't you blame me?"

"How can I bear to blame you... idiot."

Morgan said as he hugged his beloved partner tenderly.

"I'm just afraid that you will use this power that is not suitable for you to do something that will hurt yourself..."

What was once a constraint on a subject has turned into a loving promise to her husband. Her lake-like eyes slightly raised.

"…So, after using "this", will it have any effect on the body?"

"No, no, I don't think so. It's not something filled with curses, and there's no particular sense of resistance when using it..."

Guinevere took a deep breath, and trying to hide his depressing expression, he explained.

"This power is probably the last power left to me by my unknown "predecessor". "

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Act 13: The Thimbles Assembly

Life after that changed dramatically for Percival.

Soon, the orphanage was closed due to the death of the fairy who raised them.

The children's free childhood is over.

Some of the children became free citizens of Salisbury. They were no longer the property of the goblins, but could continue to live freely in Salisbury.

However, compared to those children who became free citizens and could live freely like goblins in Salisbury, more children were purchased and became the property of other goblins.

After leaving the orphanage, Percival would occasionally follow Balan to escort some official caravans in the Salisbury area.

Having said that, Mr. Balan's health has not been as strong as before since he was abandoned from the orphanage, and it has become increasingly difficult for him to deal with the wandering Moss as easily as before.

Fortunately, the Percival he taught already possessed independent combat power and ability, and played a very important role in several caravan escort missions, thus gaining the favor and appreciation of many goblins.

It has been a year since Percival got the "White Light" and he has gradually gotten used to this kind of life.

He also has no complaints about this kind of life.

If I have to say anything, it's just regret.

My companions gradually became strangers. My sister has never come back since she came back a year ago. Although His Highness came to see me half a year ago... but...

I don’t know how to say it or how to describe it.

Although His Highness was still as kind to me as always, and was not affected at all by my pulling out the "White Light"...

But this is obviously not His Highness's reason.

Percival, who had already realized this, thought so.

His Highness's eyes always unconsciously reveal an inexplicable depression, and are no longer the same as before.

I don’t know what exactly happened.

And he himself gradually realized the huge gap between himself as a human being and as the most powerful fairy.

This is also something that can't be helped.

Percival didn't want to, and had no way to force himself or His Highness to cater to the other party's views and ideas, but perhaps this was destined to lead to their separation in the future.