In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Seeing that the time for His Majesty's morning court was almost up, the Fairy Knight Gawain could not help but frown.

The projection communications of the clan leaders have been turned on, ambassadors and officials have arrived one after another, and the solemn guards of the Queen's Army are lined up on both sides. Everything should be very normal.

——But his two new colleagues haven’t arrived yet. What’s going on?

His Majesty's morning court is always a matter of great importance. How can I be absent without permission? The Fairy Knight Gawain thought to himself.

No matter what His Majesty says, it seems that I have to go to their place.

With this in mind, the Fairy Knight Gawain has secretly decided that if His Majesty Morgan asks about the two of them, he will help delay them for a while.

Following the secretary's announcement, the sound of footsteps was heard.

But this time it was not like usual. There was not only the footsteps of His Majesty Morgan, but also a more rhythmic and crisp footsteps.

As he looked over, in addition to His Majesty Morgan sitting on the throne as usual, there was also a young man who was closer to His Majesty than the two clerks and was standing quietly only one step away from His Majesty's left.

"—!"

The ambassador and the minister were all startled, and the goblin knight Gawain couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

"Don't worry. From now on, the Fairy Knight Guinevere will also serve as my bodyguard and carry out my will when necessary."

Guinevere couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard the second half of the sentence from His Majesty Morgan, which he had never mentioned to him before.

His Majesty Morgan gave him a suggestive look.

Guinevere then bowed his head humbly.

But no matter what the rhetoric was, ever since the young man ascended to this position, he had completely ignited the wrath of a certain goblin.

"Your Majesty, due to the impact of the "Resurrection Disaster", disasters of varying sizes are currently occurring across Britain. Large cities are relatively easy to deal with, but some small cities do not have the ability to repel Moss."

The goblin knight Gawain took a step forward, his right hand subconsciously grasping the hilt of the goblin sword Calventine at his waist, and said.

"Lord of Manchester, please speak to the Goblin Knight Gawain."

"I beg Your Majesty to allow me to lead the army and wipe out the remaining disasters in Britain."

"Gao Wenqing is kind-hearted, but it would be too heavy a burden for you alone to wipe out the remaining disasters in the entire UK."

His Majesty Morgan glanced at the Goblin Knight Gawain and said.

"Lord Guinevere."

"The minister is here."

"Afterwards, he led the Queen's Army of Thousand Cavalry and was responsible for clearing the disaster on the west side of Britain."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Gao Wenqing, lead your army and be responsible for clearing the disaster on the south side of Britain."

"Then there's Lancelot... Never mind, let Guinevere deliver the message... Lancelot is in charge of clearing up the disaster on the east side of Britain."

"Yes, Your Majesty... But, the north side...?"

Guinevere also knew that the fairy knight Lancelot had the habit of staying in bed, and it was not convenient to explain it here, but he was a little confused about His Majesty's division.

"--snort."

Seeing Guinevere's clueless look, Woodworth, the chief of the Tooth tribe, felt so angry that his teeth were itching.

"Lord Guinevere has just arrived in Camelot, so there are still many things you don't know, right? To the north is the Queen's City of Edinburgh. The King's Clan will clean up the remaining disasters in the north by themselves."

The Mirror Clan leader, Ainsel, kindly explained to Guinevere.

"I see……"

"You are my knight after all, so you must understand Britain."

His Majesty Morgan said.

"……Yes."

Guinevere did not dare to raise any objection to the patriarchal Majesty.

"Well, if there is nothing else, let's leave. I get bored looking at your unchanging faces."

Having said this, His Majesty then retired from court.

The goblin knight Gawain glanced at Guinevere who was standing beside His Majesty, and then left the scene along with a large group of ambassadors and officials.

The other clan leaders turned off their communications, while Ainsel greeted Guinevere with a smile.

"After you clear the disaster, you can come to the Mirror Lake area. It's a pity that you were born here but you can't come and see us, right?"

"Thank you for your invitation, Lord Ainsel."

His Majesty also knew that fairies were extremely casual creatures and did not say much about it.

But when Ainsel's communications were shut down, the communications of Woodworth, the chief of the Fang clan, were not shut down.

Seeing that only His Majesty Morgan and Guinevere were left on the throne, His Majesty asked, "What is it? Woodworth?"

"——I question whether His Majesty has the ability to appoint the Fairy Knight Guinevere as His Majesty's bodyguard."

"...That's it."

Very rarely, His Majesty's attitude was not as cold and tough as his attitude towards other goblins. Instead, he waited for Woodworth to finish speaking.

"How can this newly born fairy be worthy of standing beside Your Majesty? She is clearly using Your Majesty's power to show off her power!"

Woodworth, who had been patient for a long time, said this with particular displeasure.

"Is that what you think, Woodworth?"

His Majesty said: "What if I say that all this is my own idea and has nothing to do with Guinevere?"

"His Majesty……"

Guinevere could see that His Majesty was planning to stand on his side.

"...Then at least let me test the strength of your Majesty's guards to see if they are capable of protecting your Majesty."

As the chief of the Fang tribe, Woodworth is also a man who is soft-hearted and does not respond to tough measures. Facing His Majesty, he has not changed his mind.

"Then come on."

His Majesty Morgan said as he looked at Woodworth on the communication.

"……Yes."

The young hero looked at His Majesty, who had been loyal to him for nine hundred years, and said this, and then the communication was closed.

"Oh... That's Woodworth's personality. You don't need to care about it."

The pair of clear blue eyes, like lake water, reflected the figure of the knight beside him through the black veil: "This time, it is my order that has hindered you."

"His Majesty……"

"In that case, I'm afraid your action will be a little late."

His Majesty Morgan stood up from the throne: "Woodworth is a man of his words. Now that he has expressed his thoughts, it is impossible for him to avoid anything."

"So you have to hurry up and do what I promised to give you. Come with me."

Then, Her Majesty Morgan took Guinevere out of the throne room and passed through the side door that Her Majesty used to enter and exit. She raised her fingertips, and the huge, ordinary wall at the corner was opened with a series of unlocking sounds.

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Pseudo·Act 22~Poetry of Moon and Fire

As the two of them walked into the bottomless interior, rays of light gathered on both sides of the walls, poured into the dim crystal chandeliers and illuminated everything around them.

"…This is my workshop. On the other side is my treasure house, where most of the cursed tools and conceptual weapons I made are stored."

Morgan explained to Guinevere as they walked to the end of the corridor.

"Your armor is easy to fix. You just need to get the right weapons. After all, the most important concept of protection is always on you. It just takes some time to modify it."

"Come, try on this armor."

Her Majesty waved her hand, and a set that seemed to be one of her past works flew over.

Guinevere stepped forward, but what he didn't expect was that the black armor flew directly onto his body and then fit together perfectly.

“Inject your concepts.”

Guinevere tried to unfold the concept of protecting himself while wearing the armor, and as the light poured into every part of the armor, Guinevere suddenly had a strange feeling.

"If nothing goes wrong, you should be able to control the opening and closing of this armor yourself. When you don't need it, it's like hiding that concept in your body."

"Hmm... I'm still not used to this."

"Really? Then the next question is the sword..."

His Majesty turned around and prepared to take Guinevere to the deepest part of his workshop.

"Um... Your Majesty."

Feeling the tightness brought by the ink-black armor on his body, Guinevere looked at the figure in front of him with a complicated look. The figure was known for being cold and ruthless, like a winter storm.

"what happened?"

"Can I...can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"You, why are you doing this to me? Compared to the stronger Lord Gawain and Lord Lancelot, I am not particularly worthy of being won over, right?"

The boy's mind couldn't hold too many conspiracies and tricks, so he couldn't help but ask whatever he thought of.

"..."

The witch who ruled the fairy kingdom also stopped when she heard the boy's question.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie...?"

"Can you all listen?"

"I think it looks a lot like a goblin I once knew."

The boy's expression turned a little depressed.

"So I will have expectations of you for now, and I hope you won't let me down."

Guinevere was stunned.

In the deepest part of His Majesty Morgan's workshop were many things that Guinevere had never seen.

The Winter Queen who ruled over the Fairy Kingdom walked to a platform, on which stood a red spear quietly.

“That’s…?”

Morgan gently pulled it out from the stage, and the red spear immediately split and deformed, eventually turning into a gorgeous red sword.

Guinevere stepped forward, ready to catch the great sword with two blades of a gorgeous red color, but His Majesty was reluctant to hand it to him.

"…This is a prototype I made while trying to imitate the Holy Spear."

The Queen of Winter said: "Although the two are equally powerful, you still have to be careful. Using this sword has different costs."

"cost……?"

"That's my problem as the creator. Although it can be easily used with your huge amount of magic power if it is to be operated normally, it requires extreme killing if you want to exert its true power."

"It absorbs all the magic power within the predicted range, and then reverses it. It can kill and destroy almost anything."

"Add the holy weapon I left inside... In short, this weapon is in no way inferior to Lord Gawain's Cavendish and Lancelot's Arondite."

"Guinevere, my knight, are you ready to receive this sword?"

"Even if you can promise me now, are you really ready to kill at some point?"

"If you can't give me that promise, I won't give you this sword."

With eyes as blue as lake water and as clear as water, she gazes upon the eyes of the sea of ​​stars that must have shone brightly in the past.

Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief at His Majesty's words.

"Indeed, there may really be such a day in the future. To be honest, I am not very prepared and confident..."

"……but."