In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Teacher Balan also noticed this, but said nothing.

After all, what's the point of saying it?

From the moment Percival drew out the Holy Lance, nothing could be changed.

Guinevere did not notice such a change, but he felt that Percival had grown up all of a sudden and became much more mature and stable than before.

So, after accidentally hearing that Percival had such a great reputation in the caravan in the Salisbury area, Guinevere suggested that Percival sign up to participate in the British tournament held in Camelot.

“——Ahem! A thrush meeting?”

Balan, who was coughing violently, was slightly stunned, and then looked at Percival, who reported this to him and handed him a glass of warm water.

"Are you going to attend?"

Although it's not shocking, it's still somewhat surprising.

"Eh——Teacher Balan disagrees?"

Percival's light blue eyes widened slightly.

"Whether you agree or not is not a big deal. If you want to go to Camelot and see the world, I won't stop you."

Placing the water glass on the table, Balan shook his head slightly. He had never deliberately asked Percival to do anything. He just hoped that he would not regret the choice he made.

"Well, if that's the case, just make some preparations and I'll be going to Camelot with your Highness in no time."

Percival nodded slightly.

"Hey, are you in such a hurry?"

Balan looked at Percival, who was somewhat childishly excited, and sighed softly.

"But I think I must remind you - be careful. Camelot is not as free as Salisbury. Since you are going to Camelot, just stay with His Highness. With His Highness taking care of you, I think nothing will go wrong."

"Well, don't worry, Mr. Balan."

"Hmm... the more you say that, the more worried I become... cough cough! cough cough cough!"

Balan wanted to say something else, but was suddenly interrupted by a violent cough.

"Teacher Balan...your cough is getting worse."

Percival quickly took out a bag of herbs from a cabinet on the side.

"Ahem - well, there's no need for you to come. I can still do this little thing by myself."

Balan straightened his face, took the bag of herbs from Percival's hand, and said.

"Teacher Balan is not in good health...why don't I stay here and take care of the teacher?"

"What are you talking about?"

Balan frowned and said.

"Whether I am healthy or not is different from whether you go to the Robin Convention or not. Didn't we agree on this? Go to Camelot and see the world."

"But--"

"But what buts? In your eyes, am I just a dying piece of trash? Don't underestimate me, Percival."

Taking the bag of herbs and placing it on the table, Balan's cough slowed down and he spoke half jokingly and half seriously.

"If you don't believe me, we can practice again. Don't think you can beat me just because you have the "white light". "

"No, no, no, forget it, Mr. Balan."

Percival was really worried about Balan's health and shook his head quickly.

"Humph, if that's the case, then you don't need to worry about me. Go with His Highness."

The stern man finally gave in, then waved his hand, signaling him to do what he should do.

"...Then I'll be leaving first. You must take good care of yourself, Mr. Balan."

Percival took a step back and spoke tentatively.

"Okay, stop nagging. If you want to go, just go. Although I have never asked you to have a ranking or grades, after all, you were taught by His Highness and me. If you can't even get second or third place, let alone first place, Bai Guang, who was entrusted to you, will probably cry."

Balan made jokes that were not funny at all.

"Well... then I will definitely do my best!"

"That's great, go ahead."

Balan forced himself into that ugly smile again on his stern face.

Percival felt very strange when he left.

Mr. Balan used to be such a serious person, but now he likes to laugh more and more...

This is not because Mr. Balan's smile is too unflattering, but it is so abnormal that it makes people feel a little strange.

After all, a man who never knew anything other than training in the past would now occasionally tell jokes. Could it be that he is really too old?

I don’t quite understand…

After watching Parciva leave, Balan wanted to put the packet of medicine back, but he couldn't help coughing again.

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

He subconsciously covered his mouth. He didn't know when the cool smell of rust filled his mouth. When he raised his hand, he saw the dark red blood.

"……what."

After finally recovering from the violent coughing that almost threatened his life, Balan slowly sat down on the chair, looking at the blood on his hands.

As he himself once said to Percival, he had lived long enough compared to his contemporaries.

The more years you live, the better.

Everyone has such thoughts.

But... things like this will eventually come to an end.

Hey... As human beings, we are born, grow old, get sick and die. Isn't that natural?

Balaan snorted softly. Having said that, he didn't want to die at home if possible.

I can no longer handle the job of escorting the caravan with ease, so forget it... I'll at least wait until Percival comes back.

Who knows, maybe he can really bring back some good news for me?

Alright alright.

Balaam sighed. The bloody taste in his mouth made him not even want to drink a sip of water.

I have lived my whole life, and yet I still have to wait.

That's enough.

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"Your Highness!"

After packing his luggage, Percival quickly found Guinevere who was waiting quietly.

"Ready?"

The Queen, who had smiled less during this period, asked softly.

"I am ready!"

Percival nodded heavily.

"Yeah, very motivated, very good."

Guinevere finally revealed a faint smile on his face, and then he raised his left hand, and the light of the "Combined Mirror", a magical tool that spanned space made by his wife, opened in front of the two of them.

"Let's go. Once we pass this door, we'll be in Camelot."

"Follow me, we've arrived at Camelot. The outfit I bought for you last time is almost ready. It's just right for you to participate in the Robin Convention this time."

Guinevere walked in front, explaining to Percival.

"In addition, I have found a... no, should I say a horse... ah, no, forget this sentence, anyway, you will know it when the time comes."

"Ah."

Percival still remembered the matter of the outfit. When he saw the thin boy transform into a muscular man, he was so shocked that it took him a long time to recover. Then His Highness said that he would prepare a nice and suitable set of armor for Percival.

Percival had thought that His Highness was joking...but this was still somewhat surprising.

As for the other gift that His Highness mentioned, Percival himself was not very clear about it.

After passing through the light curtain, Percival's eyes flashed, and many prosperous scenes appeared in front of him.

Because of the convening of the Robin Conference, Camelot was now aroused with an enthusiasm that had never been seen before.

The wide streets were filled with fairies coming and going, all of them discussing who would be the final winner of this martial arts tournament.

"------"

Percival was completely shocked by the prosperity and grandeur of Camelot, but Guinevere just smiled and said, "Well, go get your clothes first."

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Scene 14: Reunion

"Your Highness...this..."

Although he had a slightly suppressed sense of anticipation for his equipment, when Percival saw the snow-white armor, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Try it on and see if it fits."

Guinevere said with a smile.

"Um……"

Ten minutes later, a tall and heroic knight appeared in front of Guinevere.

"Um, Your Highness...how is it?"

"Personally, I think this suits you very well, and it's very spirited."

Guinevere smiled and said, "But this still depends on your own opinion, right? Come, here is a mirror."

Following Guinevere's finger, Percival saw a huge mirror beside him. In the mirror, a tall knight with short silver hair and wearing white armor gave people an inexplicable trance.

It’s hard to believe that this is actually me.

"Your Highness, is this really me?"

Percival scratched his head and asked.

"Yes, of course."

Guinevere nodded.

"Hmm...it seems that this outfit is still necessary. It is much better than your original shivering armor."

"Looking at the exquisite craftsmanship, could it be made by the blacksmiths in Norwich?"

Percival looked at the exquisite yet heavy armor on his body and couldn't help asking.

"No, I asked Gao Wenqing to find a blacksmith with superb forging skills to make it, and then asked Your Majesty to protect it a little bit."

"Eh--?!"

Percival was startled by Guinevere's almost bland words.

"Hmm? Why are you so surprised? Isn't this a piece of cake? Don't take it too seriously."

"Well - thank you, Your Highness!"

Percival nodded. He had to produce some results to show His Highness and the teacher.

In response, Guinevere didn't say anything more, just smiled faintly.

"Um... Your Highness."

"what happened?"

Guinevere asked.