In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

There was a noisy and annoying knocking and shouting sound outside the door.

"Are you here?"

"Um...who?"

Balan opened his cloudy eyes wearily and slowly got up from the bed.

His once strong and tough body gradually became heavy, but Balan felt that he was just a little sleepy.

Perhaps it was because I hadn't been paying attention during the two days when Percival was away, and I might have caught a cold by accident.

Ah... the cold, it's really... the human body is really too fragile.

As he walked to the door with his tired and heavy body, his brain, which had never been occupied by messy thoughts, was now full of random thoughts.

Ah...will it become like this if I become weak?

After all, humans are not like fairies. They have long lifespans, do not need to eat, are not afraid of colds or diseases, and are born much stronger than fragile humans. Even after death, they can produce the next generation.

But...but, if humans survived in this world, there would still be some reluctance and expectation.

Finally, with the creaking sound of the door opening, Percival finally saw the teacher he had not seen for two days.

"Teacher Balan, are you okay——"

Percival's excitement and joy at winning the first place in the thrush conference disappeared in an instant when he saw Balan's current face.

"Teacher Balan - you, what's wrong with you?"

The man in front of him, who seemed cold but tall in daily life, looked like a dead old tree. The ugly wrinkles had covered Balan's cheeks in just two days. His eyes were already cloudy, unconsciously revealing the remaining vitality and the vague deathly air.

"Hmm? What can I do?"

Balan was somewhat displeased that Percival had disturbed his rest, but he also realized that his daily routine would never allow him to do such a thing...

"Ho..."

He sighed softly and murmured subconsciously: "Is that so, I have already..."

"teacher--"

"Okay, don't say anything more. I've already said that I'm not interested in how long I can live. I've already accepted this fact."

Balan combed his messy hair a little, and finally regained a little of his former stern instructor look.

"I'm already dying at this age, what else can I complain about?"

Balaam said this, as if he had lost all vitality in just two days, like a rapidly dying branch.

"...Okay, stop telling me these useless things. Tell me about this competition...ah, the Robin Conference. How did you perform?"

Balan asked, looking at Percival, who had a sad expression, with some disgust.

"Well... I won first place in this Robin Conference."

“Hahahaha… Really? Well done.”

Balaam smiled happily. It was hard to say whether to say it was funny or sad. As wrinkles crept up on the face of this stern man, his originally unflattering smile was also tinged with a hint of old man's kindness.

"Finally, all the hard work over the years has not been in vain."

"No, I just happened to meet my sister at the end, and she showed mercy."

Percival was very clear about his own capabilities. Whether facing his sister or His Highness, if they really fought on the battlefield, he would probably not be their match at all.

"Well, whatever."

"So what are you going to do in the future? Organize an army to resist the Queen?"

"--teacher?"

Percival looked at Balan with some surprise, but Balan had a calm expression.

"Why, are you the kind of daydreaming fool who expects the Fairy Kingdom's system to collapse naturally?"

“Some things are destined not to come.”

“…I know all of this.”

Percival bowed his head slightly.

"It's good to know."

Balan nodded.

"But before that...teacher."

Balan was slightly stunned by Percival's resolute and unquestionable look.

"At least, let me spend this last period of time with you, Mr. Balan."

"Hmm... okay."

Balaam smiled in relief.

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The goblins of Salisbury heard about it.

The famous Balaam from more than a decade ago has died.

It wasn't because of abuse from his goblin master, nor was it because of old injuries from past battles.

Just because of some boring reason like "humans can only live for so long".

What...isn't this too boring?

So after getting bored, I started to pay attention to other more interesting things.

After a person dies, a funeral usually needs to be arranged, and Balaam is no exception.

But there are very few people coming to visit.

But there were only a few of them, and they were all young boys and girls who were not very mature, and they were all children who had once been in orphanages.

After peacefully burying Teacher Balan, Percival noticed his former companions who were watching silently but could not even lend a hand.

"Percival."

A young girl said with a complicated look in her eyes: "There are only a few of us..."

"Oh, yes."

Percival looked down at his companions who were much shorter than him, and there was no sign of loss on his face.

Because Teacher Balan said that it is useless for a person to be lost and sad.

"Everyone...are you all busy?"

"I...many of the people I was able to find were unable to leave...because they had to serve their masters, and their masters were unwilling to let them out to do such boring and meaningless things."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it."

Percival nodded: "Well, have you seen Ivan?"

"Ivan? Is that the boy you slept with before?"

My companion was a little confused.

"Well, I haven't seen him since we got separated in the orphanage, and I don't know how he's doing now."

"I don't know... I haven't seen him either... maybe he's safe and sound."

The girl frowned slightly. In fact, she remembered the name of every one of her companions who were fortunate enough to gain freedom.

But there was no Ivan in it.

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