In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"The beautiful dragon fairy is very popular in Camelot."

Ainsel added: "The news has spread to the Mirror Lake District. She is a very popular type no matter where she is."

Aurora still smiled gently.

"Haha... I feel relieved now."

She then turned off the communication.

"Oh, are you leaving now? Never mind, Sir Lancelot. Next time you have time, come to the Mirror Lake District with Sir Guinevere. We all like you guys very much."

"Well...Guinevere and I will come if we are free, Ainsel, thank you for your invitation."

Ainsel greeted her with a smile and then turned off the communication.

"……His Majesty."

The Fairy Knight Gawain, who had been watching without saying anything, asked, "Are we really not going to stop them?"

"Since Ainsel has said so, there is naturally no need to do anything unnecessary."

His Majesty Morgan looked at the intertwined black and white colors and murmured.

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collision.

Fight.

Tingling.

All this happened to both of them at the same time.

Since I was born, I have never encountered such an enemy.

This is the first time I have encountered such an opponent since I can remember.

Even Bogzat, the second strongest man of the Ya tribe, had never given him such a feeling.

Even when facing the Fairy Knight Lancelot, the huge gap between them could not be eliminated.

But this is different from the goblin in front of him.

Considerable power, considerable speed.

Considerable magic power, considerable strength.

Even after using up all the advantages of being Yaling, she still failed to win.

Even though he used all the martial arts he had honed, he was still unable to defeat the enemy.

Until the platform under his feet was almost completely shattered.

Until the barrier set up by Your Majesty is completely worn out.

There was no winner.

Yaling's strong body could no longer hold on.

The knight's tough armor gradually fell apart.

The sharp claws were worn down and the magic sword lost its luster.

All the magic power is exhausted.

All my strength is exhausted.

His body was covered with wounds left by the other party.

Until finally he collapsed from exhaustion on the ground which was covered with holes and gullies of various sizes.

"Ho..."

"call……"

I felt the unpleasant pain in my body, and heard the other person's breathing, which was unpleasant but had to continue.

"Hey - can you still stand up?"

Woodworth no longer had the violence and anger he had at the beginning. He lay on the ground and exhaled a breath of foul air. As a member of the Fang clan, he actually calmed down his violent nature at this moment, which was really strange.

"If you can still stand up, then keep fighting, you loser."

"What do you mean by continue fighting? Lord Woodworth doesn't have the strength to fight anymore, right?"

Guinevere has chosen to give up struggling.

"Don't call me 'gong', just call me by my name. Although etiquette is necessary, there is no need for so much red tape."

"Then what's the result?"

Guinevere asked, "How strong am I? Am I good enough to serve as your Majesty's guard?"

"Hmph - a little worse than mine, but you're still qualified."

"Yeah……?"

The boy looked at the colorful sky and couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Tsk, what's so funny about this?"

Woodworth first said something disdainful, then heard the boy's hearty laughter. He let out a breath but couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha-"

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Pseudo-Chapter 26: Wish

The two exhausted men laughed loudly. This incomprehensible depression, this uncontained will, everything melted away like ice and snow in spring after the battle.

Then, a gentle breath enveloped Woodworth and Guinevere. In the face of some invisible force, their injuries were healing and repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Have you beaten enough?"

His Majesty Morgan asked.

"His Majesty."

The Fang Clan leader and the Fairy Knight stood up together.

"I think you should be satisfied now."

There was some helplessness in His Majesty's tone.

"Just do what you have to do."

Although His Majesty didn't want to say anything more, he was still angry and immediately drove the people away.

"Yes."

Woodworth had been with His Majesty for more than nine hundred years and was particularly familiar with His Majesty's temperament. Before leaving, he patted Guinevere's slightly thin shoulder.

"Come to Oxford when you have time. I'll treat you to a nice dinner."

"Thank you...thank you."

Guinevere paused, then watched Woodworth's white figure quickly disappear from his sight.

"Guinevere... Never mind. This isn't your fault in the first place."

His Majesty said, "Lancelot, please step down first. I will take Guinevere to repair his armor."

"……Yes."

The fairy knight Lancelot, who was still waiting to say a few words to Guinevere, curled his lips, looked at Guinevere deeply, and turned and left.

"Come with me."

I didn't know what to say about him, and those beautiful blue eyes moved away from the boy's innocent starry eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In His Majesty's workshop, Guinevere took off the Armor of Glory that he had just been bestowed upon, and hid in a corner holding his tattered light-colored clothes.

"What are you doing huddled there? Stand up and come over to me."

Her Majesty tried to modify the spell on the armor. The armor itself was in line with the concept of protecting him and had become a conceptual weapon. She tried to give it the ability to self-repair and a stronger and tougher defense on this basis.

The long light blue hair swayed slightly, and the boy hiding in the corner just looked up but did not move.

"Well... I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I don't have any clothes to wear now, and I'm not like Lord Woodworth who can cover his body with hair..."

Guinevere said with a hint of shyness.

"I don't mind the offense of you facing me naked, get up."

His Majesty Morgan continued.

Guinevere had no choice but to stand up from the corner, using his torn clothes to cover his body, and then tiptoe to the side of His Majesty.

"Hey... As a fairy, you don't need to be as particular as humans. I really don't know where you learned this habit from."

His Majesty subconsciously glanced at the naked young man. In the snow-white skin, there was a flying bright red seal.

“——Command Seal?”

Morgan was slightly stunned. No, he would not design such a Command Spell, let alone engrave as many as three strokes at random.

After all, she had used the seal of pan-human history as a magic power and medium to collect existence tax. If three strokes were engraved on it, no matter how powerful the fairy was, it would eventually gradually weaken and die.

——This is not a Command Spell.

"—Guinevere, come a little nearer."

"……Yes."

Guinevere suppressed the humiliation of wanting to run away and moved a little closer to His Majesty in front of him.

His Majesty Morgan raised his hand slightly, hooked Guinevere's chin, and then lifted it slightly.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

His Majesty Morgan did not turn his head, but his hand seemed to have eyes as it slid down Guinevere's chin, brushed across his jade neck, and finally his fingertips gently rested on the bright red seal on his chest.

"...Do you know where the Command Seals on you came from?"

His Majesty Morgan asked.

"I'm not sure about this either. It's probably been in me since I can remember."

Guinevere didn't know why His Majesty suddenly mentioned this thing about him.

"Is that so? You don't even know this...?"

His Majesty Morgan's gaze finally shifted slightly and fell on the young man again.

"...and in my eyes, that is the highest crystallization, the original blessing, all that is left of the past, the final strength left for you."

"So this isn't the Command Spell they were talking about?"

"Yes, that is the manifestation of supreme authority, a miracle that even I cannot accomplish."

"In other words, these are three times of 'power to change the world'"

"For example, you can make a wish that can make anything come true for every stroke of the curse."

“This is supposed to be the realm of ‘something’, but you, as the focal point, seem to have equal value and power to it.”

His Majesty Morgan's tone gradually turned cold.

That is a power that can truly subvert the entire Britain and the Fairy Kingdom.

A power that even the withered World Tree could not match.

Unstable elements and uncontrollable accidents.

So……

"But I don't have any wishes that must be fulfilled, Your Majesty? Do you have any wishes that must be fulfilled?"