In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"My sister hasn't been back to Salisbury for a year... Your Highness, do you know how my sister is doing now?"

Percival originally didn't want to mention the fairy knight Lancelot in front of Guinevere, but looking at the prosperous and unfamiliar Camelot at this moment, Percival, who was always entangled in various memories, tried to ask.

Guinevere's expression froze slightly.

"…I don't know how Lancelot is doing now."

Guinevere's tone was flat, without any ups and downs.

"Although I could see her during court sessions during this period, but in the past year... I don't know what happened next."

"Besides, you also know that I have nothing to do with her now."

"——I'm sorry, I was too abrupt, Your Highness."

Percival hastened to apologize.

"No, it's okay, just don't mention it next time."

Guinevere smiled slightly, indicating that he should not take it seriously.

"By the way, no matter what the result of your participation in the Thimbleweed Conference is, if you still don't have a good place to go, then stay in Camelot. I will arrange a slightly easier job for you. Although Camelot is a harsh city, His Majesty will definitely allow a qualified warrior to get the reward he deserves."

Guinevere said that it would be easy to get a well-paid and leisurely job for Percival by just talking to his wife.

"Well... I have to wait until I win the first prize in the Song Robin Conference... There are so many strong people in the Fairy Kingdom, why do they need me to show off my skills in front of His Highness?"

Percival obviously did not think of this. The main reason he came to attend the Thimbleweed Conference was as Mr. Balan had said, to see the world and broaden his horizons.

"Hey, with your ability, it will definitely not be bad."

Faced with His Highness's very clear kindness and care, Percival was helpless, and he had no plans to stay in Camelot with His Highness in the future.

He had no way to accept His Highness' request, but it was not easy to refuse directly, so he could only smile awkwardly and not respond, silently ending the topic.

Because Guinevere had already registered for him, Percival didn't need to do anything more and could step onto the arena used for martial arts performances in Camelot after a short wait.

The person who presided over this martial arts competition was naturally Woodworth, the patriarch of the Fang Clan, who basically controlled the military power of the Fairy Kingdom and was known as the "Sword of the Fairy Kingdom".

And when Woodworth saw Percival, especially the white light gun in his hand, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Percival? Why did he come to Camelot?

I had thought the name on the list was just a common nameholder, but although his appearance had changed, his scent had not.

"Was Woodworth surprised?"

Watching Percival step onto the wide stage, Guinevere followed him to the seats of Woodworth and other hosts and judges.

"...Ah, you have been to Salisbury, and therefore met Percival?"

Woodworth couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw Guinevere and said.

"Well, I think he's a promising man, but it's a little too good to be in a place like Salisbury, isn't it?"

Guinevere knew that Woodworth was also present in the orphanage, but Woodworth did not know what happened later because he went to Salisbury less frequently.

"Well, if you put it that way, it might be true."

Although Woodworth was always unhappy with Guinevere for various reasons, he would not deny Guinevere.

Especially in terms of strength.

No matter what, the other side is also a powerful warrior who is no less powerful than himself. The big pit left after their battle a hundred years ago has now become a lake, along with the Thames River that runs through Oxford.

If Percival had been able to receive Guinevere's guidance, it wouldn't have been particularly surprising that he would have been able to draw the Spear of the Chosen One later on.

"The Chosen Spear...did you help pull it out?"

Woodworth walked up to Guinevere and asked.

"No, I don't know why Percival can pull out the "White Light", but this is also a good thing."

Guinevere said nonchalantly, "I plan to recommend him to His Majesty after he achieves success, or to make him the new Fairy Knight. I think with his strength and ability, he deserves such an honor."

"Tsk, Lancelot recommended you to His Majesty, and now you want to recommend Percival. Why do you goblins from Salisbury act like this?"

Woodworth, whose prestige had already been greatly reduced due to the gradual rise of the Fairy Knights, showed resistance and disgust without restraint when he heard Guinevere's plan.

Even now, even after a hundred years, he has not been able to let it go completely.

How did this cunning guy in front of you climb up step by step and finally become your Majesty's queen?

The thought of this made Woodworth so angry that his teeth itched.

"...You are wrong. I have nothing to do with Salisbury, and Lancelot and I no longer owe each other anything."

Guinevere paused for a moment when he heard Woodworth's angry words, and then spoke expressionlessly.

"Humph--"

"As for Percival, he is just an exceptional person who can be of great use. Your Majesty, if you can get more help like him, you will surely be able to deal with the "great disaster" of the past hundred years more easily."

"Tsk."

Woodworth was somewhat annoyed by Guinevere's words, but he just smacked his lips.

Since we can't come to an agreement, forget it.

Whatever.

By the time their conversation ended, Percival had already won his first victory.

"I won."

They didn't talk for long, but Percival actually won like this?

"Even if he only relied on the "white light" to gain the power to compete with the goblins, his appearance and martial arts skills are barely good, Percival."

Woodworth made his own assessment.

"It's really rare to hear you praise someone."

Guinevere said.

"Hmph, boring."

In response, Woodworth simply curled his lips. If it weren't for these annoying goblin knights, he and the Fang Clan wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation as they are now.

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Having won the first game, Percival was able to leave the court to rest.

The opponent is a very powerful Earth Clan. The combination of hand hammer and shield may seem clumsy, but the tactics are eye-opening.

Fortunately, he successfully broke the opponent's defense with the shield-breaking tactics taught by Teacher Balan and won.

Fairies are indeed very powerful beings.

The high-ranking fairies represented by the six clans possess power that is difficult for ordinary humans to overcome.

However, it is not impossible.

Such a result is undoubtedly gratifying, Percival thought.

Then, as he passed through the dense crowd and walked through the empty corridor, he suddenly saw a touch of pure and flawless blue.

That is a color that almost no one in the entire fairy kingdom can possess except her.

"elder sister?"

Percival said almost subconsciously.

"--Percival?"

The dragon fairy wearing a blue mask was slightly stunned.

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"So, you were brought here by Guinevere to attend the Robin Convention, right?"

The dragon fairy asked, still without taking off her mask, when they were alone.

"Well, Mr. Balan wanted me to come and see for myself. His Highness also gave me a new set of armor. I won by luck."

Percival scratched his head and said.

"Winning is winning. There is no such thing as luck or no luck."

Fairy Knight Lancelot said.

"elder sister……"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Where have you been this past year?"

Percival paused slightly and asked the question that concerned him most.

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Act 15: Debt and Farewell

"My sister hasn't been back to Salisbury for a whole year... Could it be that Camelot's affairs have become so urgent now?"

Percival asked, and for some reason he was now anxiously awaiting his sister's answer.

"Although Camelot has many affairs, the job of a fairy knight is not to deal with those complicated affairs."

"That……"

"Because I don't want to go back."

The fairy knight Lancelot let out a long breath, his tone was calm and even, but he suppressed the trembling that was aroused by the loved ones in front of him.

"Why?"

Percival was slightly stunned, then asked.

He just felt that everything had changed since he pulled out the "White Light" a year ago.

He pulled out the Spear of Selection, and ten years of his life were taken away from him.

Then, with the death of the goblins who managed the orphanage, the orphanage was abandoned, and the companions were separated, and some gained freedom, while others became slaves.

Although His Highness was still as kind to me as usual, I had gradually come to realize the natural estrangement and alienation between me and His Highness, as humans and fairies.

And now, even my sister is...

"Nothing, I just suddenly realized how stupid I was."

Fairy Knight Lancelot was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about what kind of response he should make.

"To use Guinevere's words, it's like waking up from a dream... although this metaphor obviously doesn't suit me very well."

"Sister, are you looking for His Highness?"

Percival guessed instinctively that after all, no matter what, according to His Highness himself, they should have had a close relationship in the past.

"No...I know, I know."

Unexpectedly, Percival's suggestion was opposed by the fairy knight Lancelot.

Noticing the puzzled look of his grown-up brother, the Dragon Fairy's eyes, hidden under the blue mask, were filled with pain and complexity.

"I've figured it out... I've figured it out."

"...I committed an unforgivable sin, and I refused to repent even until the very end..."

"As someone like me...what qualifications do I have to appear before Guinevere?"

Percival felt bad looking at his sister who was so depressed: "Sister...then you..."

"um, I……"

The dragon fairy was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Percival with a complicated look in a daze.

Then, she reacted as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"I…I'm not going back to Salisbury."

She just gave such an answer, and Percival had no other choice. It seemed that her sister really had suffered a great psychological trauma at some time that she didn't know about, which led to her current depressed look.

But what can he do?