In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"I remember you had a pot of blue roses, didn't you take it to Camelot?"

Klar also walked to the window, Guinevere quietly looked at the rose, and the pink fairy quietly looked at the boy.

"No, I planted it outside Salisbury. If I'm lucky, there might be a sea of ​​flowers in a few years."

"Would you like to go and see it together then?"

The young man looked at the fairy with a smile, who hurriedly looked away.

“I don’t really like blue.”

"That's it."

"But if it's you...it's worth a look."

Clara paused, and continued, "Of course, I have to wait until I finish all the affairs in Salisbury before I can go there."

The conversation between the two of them ended in this wonderful atmosphere of being close yet distant.

Whether it is Guinevere or Clare.

First he tried to touch, then he moved away, but he couldn't help but touch again.

This is true not only of the behavior itself, but also of the words spoken to each other.

Then Guinevere left Salisbury.

"Will Lord Guinevere not stay a little longer?"

The soldier of the Queen's Army asked.

"what?"

Guinevere was distracted on the way and didn't hear clearly what people were saying.

"Lord Guinevere, we still have plenty of time. It's not impossible for us to stay in Salisbury for one night."

"No...I won't stay there long."

"Why?"

"Because Aurora is there."

Guinevere said without hesitation.

"what?"

Many people in the Queen's Army felt surprised and puzzled.

Is there anyone who doesn’t like the most beautiful and kind fairy in the fairy kingdom?

How pitiful this is.

The young man saw the soldiers' reactions and explained, "I can't really explain the specific reason myself... probably... it has something to do with Sir Lancelot."

"Lord Lancelot?"

"Ah, it's nothing, let's go."

"But shouldn't we go north to Camelot?"

"No, it occurred to me that I must go to Oxford."

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Oxford.

It is also known as the Big Canteen in the Fairy Kingdom.

The Fang Clan has lived and multiplied here since the 800th year of the Queen's Calendar, and before the current Fang Clan leader, Woodworth, became the Lord of Oxford, they had already run various restaurants here.

Oxford, where the Fang Clan live, is a paradise for goblins who enjoy satisfying their daily appetites.

It’s just that the stereotype that the Fang Clan is barbaric and rude because they have rough looks and love fighting is wrong. On the contrary, the Fang Clan is probably the most polite clan among the six existing clans in the Fairy Kingdom.

Even the competition for the position of clan leader is not a fight or a direct competition of abilities, but a battle of etiquette.

These facts that sound a bit ridiculous constitute the current Fang Clan.

At this moment, Woodworth suddenly heard the news that a fairy knight who had fought with him not long ago was about to arrive in Oxford.

This scared Woodworth, and he quickly gave orders to start preparing the most luxurious dinner.

Doesn't that guy seem to be very methodical? Why did he suddenly want to come to Oxford?

Woodworth grumbled.

Thinking about it again, that guy is a fairy knight after all, leading the Queen's army and representing Her Majesty's will. It would be inappropriate not to take a look at him.

Then they saw Guinevere leading the Queen's army coming from the west at the gate of Oxford.

"Open the city gate."

Woodworth gave an order: "The Queen's army will enter the west of the city to entertain them. Guinevere will be sent directly to my mansion and I will entertain him personally. Well, the dinner should be almost ready."

So, because of the sentinel, when Guinevere arrived in Oxford, he saw Woodworth on the city wall ordering the city gate to be opened, and then turned around and ran away.

Guinevere:?

Although they were a little confused when they entered the door, the efficiency of the Fang Clan was still trustworthy. The Queen's Army entertained them in the west of the city, and Guinevere, the King's Sword, was respectfully escorted to the Lord's Mansion in Oxford by those strong and sturdy Fang soldiers.

As soon as he entered the hall, Guinevere saw a huge rotating round table filled with all kinds of delicious food.

"Hmph, you're here. It's just in time. My dinner party is about to start. How about we try some Oxford delicacies together?"

The well-dressed Archduke of Pareto then opened a bottle of wine, and the dark red wine flowed into the smooth crystal goblet like blood, leaving behind a series of eddies as it gathered.

Then he placed the wine on the revolving table and gently pushed it to Guinevere.

"liquor?"

Guinevere picked up the wine glass and said while looking at the dark red liquid.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to drink?"

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Act 32: Wine in Oxford

Woodworth had no intention of provoking him, so it would be fine if he didn't want to drink.

"Gu..."

After a moment of silence, Guinevere raised the glass, the smooth rim of the glass resting against his shallow lips. As the crystal glass tilted slightly, the blood-like wine flowed into his mouth.

Woodworth could only see Guinevere's Adam's apple rolling a few times on his snow-white neck, and the wine in the crystal glass in the knight's hand was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After more than ten seconds, Guinevere drank the half-full glass of wine.

“What a strange taste.”

Guinevere put the crystal glass back on the table and said.

"You've never drunk alcohol?"

“I didn’t… before…”

Guinevere's face gradually turned red.

Woodworth was stunned when he saw Guinevere's face.

"Ahem... drunk?"

"No... I just can't get used to it."

"Then take off your armor. We are not on a battlefield and this kind of thing will only get in the way."

"Ah."

The black armor of glory turned into a faint halo and disappeared, and Guinevere sat next to Woodworth.

"Come, try the delicacies that my Fang Clan is so proud of. I'm sure they are much better than what you eat elsewhere!"

"Hmm...it tastes really good."

Guinevere said after tasting a perfectly cooked steak.

"There's more than what you have on hand. Feel free to enjoy what you have here."

"Thank you... But it's really surprising that the Fang Clan would choose the catering industry as its main business. I thought you would be more inclined to work in weapon manufacturing."

"And speaking of which, there are so many vegetarian dishes on your table. They take up more than half."

"Well... these are some of my personal factors. Don't you like them?"

Woodworth glanced at Guinevere with some surprise in his eyes. After all, this guy didn't look like a carnivore at all.

"I don't care, as long as it tastes good."

Guinevere took a bite of the kelp-like vegetable on the plate and said.

"Well...if I must explain..."

Woodworth was silent for a moment, as if he had sorted out his words before saying, "The Fang Clan is naturally hot-tempered. Once we get into a dispute, we can't help but hold on to it. We once wiped out an entire clan because of some quarrels."

"I don't think this is a good thing. The Fang Clan needs etiquette. Rather than eating flesh and blood, they need to restrain themselves by eating vegetarian food. Although this behavior cannot be considered as atonement, it can at least ensure that they will not make the same mistake again."

Woodworth said seriously.

“…It’s really surprising.”

Guinevere was silent for a moment and couldn't help but say, "I thought you were an extremely violent goblin, but I didn't expect you to be so rational and easy to get along with."

"…Tsk, are you praising me or scolding me?"

Woodworth snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking about these useless things. I won't mention my own personal eating habits for now. How about getting drunk today?"

Woodworth raised his glass.

"I'm not afraid of you. I won't lose to you on the battlefield, let alone at the drinking table."

Although Guinevere didn't like the taste of alcohol very much, he couldn't afford to lose face in front of Woodworth.

They both raised their glasses.

"Come on - do it!"

The sound of crystal glasses clinking could be heard.

First bottle

Second bottle

Three bottles, four bottles, five bottles, six bottles, seven bottles.

"I, I can't do it anymore..."

Guinevere's face turned red and he leaned his head against the back of the chair. He really couldn't bear it anymore.

Just one glass of the Fairy Kingdom's fine wine is enough to make an ordinary human drunk, not to mention the two people above who drank so much in one breath.

"Goo...Tsk, it seems that this is the limit, Guinevere."

Woodworth didn't look very calm.

“Hahaha… what are you talking about His Majesty’s guards and fairy knights? In the end, they are still no match for me!”

Seeing that the boy was so drunk that he was almost unconscious, Woodworth, who was still relatively sober, couldn't help but stick out his tongue with joy.

"But, I still can't let it go..."

"What……"

Guinevere asked, trying hard to open his heavy eyes.

"Needless to say?! You can actually become His Majesty's guard! You have already become a fairy knight! I get angry just thinking about this!"

Woodworth grabbed Guinevere and shouted angrily.

"Why...why...I obviously didn't do anything wrong..."