In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Guinevere murmured in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Does that even need to be said?!"

"I am enough for His Majesty. Guards and fairy knights are totally unnecessary! Only I, Yaling, am worthy of standing beside His Majesty!"

Under the influence of alcohol, Woodworth's words became more and more excited.

"...Does Woodworth like His Majesty Morgan?"

Guinevere asked carelessly.

"------"

Woodworth fell silent.

"Yes - what if there is?!"

Having his innermost thoughts accidentally exposed by Guinevere, Woodworth could not help but say in despair: "As long as every fairy who truly understands Your Majesty cannot stop their admiration and respect for Your Majesty!"

"Do you know how His Majesty managed to establish and run this huge fairy kingdom with great difficulty? How did he survive these 1,900 years?!"

"I dare not say that I have witnessed it for more than a thousand years, but at least since I killed the King of Moss, your Majesty's figure has been deeply reflected in my eyes."

There was a gleam in Woodworth's eyes.

"Those - those goblins in Britain, most of them are useless parasites! And those ministers! Ambassadors! Chiefs! They are all useless people who fear power but not morality! Do you know how much effort His Majesty has put into this goblin country?!"

Woodworth seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions, and he poured out to Guinevere all the grievances that had accumulated over who knows how many years.

"...I, I don't know."

Guinevere finally regained consciousness and murmured.

"Hmph... Well, you have self-awareness."

"I just feel that His Majesty seems to be a very sad person. Maybe he encountered something regrettable in the past..."

"——Hey! I just told you that you have self-awareness, why are you talking to yourself now?"

Woodworth grabbed Guinevere by the collar and yelled.

"But... that's true... I really... think so... what kind of person is His Majesty who stands at the top of the Fairy Kingdom... I have been thinking about this question for a long time..."

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Pseudo-Act 33 ~ Hi, I like Your Majesty? !

"Tsk, what an idiot you are."

Woodworth let go of him in disgust.

"...In short, your Majesty is the most noble and great being in the entire Fairy Kingdom. Any act of betrayal against your Majesty is not allowed and must be paid with death."

"And especially you, Guinevere."

Woodworth stared at the drunken boy and said, "Although it is unlikely that you will betray His Majesty, it is best not to fall in love with His Majesty."

"Like...Like Your Majesty?!"

Even the drunk Guinevere couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then shook his head desperately.

"I don't like your Majesty... Besides, how could someone like your Majesty like me... Not to mention that I actually like Lan..."

"Ah? Lan?"

Woodworth frowned.

"No...Nothing! Anyway, you just need to remember this!"

Guinevere, whose mind was barely clear for a moment due to his excessive excitement, strongly denied it.

At the same time, he couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart. He had known for a long time that this relationship was doomed to be fruitless, but he still held on to it like a moth to a flame. He was really hopeless.

I have already deceived myself that he is my friend...

"Hey, that's best."

Woodworth reluctantly believed Guinevere's words, but even if Guinevere admitted it generously, he would not do anything to him.

But if this is the case, we will inevitably find excuses to fight every few days.

The next day, when Guinevere opened his eyes while covering his head, he found himself still sitting at the dining table.

Woodworth lay beside him, sleeping soundly.

The ferocious look from last night was completely gone, and when he was asleep he looked just like a big white dog.

Guinevere even boldly touched Woodworth's hair. It was so damn soft and felt much better than he had imagined.

"Um...what's going on? Guinevere?"

"Ah... no, nothing."

"Your tone is really suspicious..."

Feeling guilty, Guinevere avoided Woodworth's sight.

"But never mind. It seems like it's time for you to go back to Camelot. How about it? Can you make the journey in your current state?"

"I have a fairy horse here that is very good in terms of speed. It should be no problem to take you to Camelot."

In front of the gate of Oxford City, Woodworth summoned a fairy horse that looked a little - well... a little strange.

The horse's four legs and trunk are connected to the human's upper body, but it is still a horse's head.

"Whew, wow, you are the Fairy Knight, Guinevere, right? It sounds like a good name, just like a carrot."

"...No, I don't think I look much like a carrot anyway."

Guinevere tucked the hair in front of her behind her ears somewhat awkwardly.

"This guy is called Redra Bit, and he's a fairy horse with first-rate speed. If we ride him, we can reach Camelot half a day earlier than the Queen's army."

"No... I don't need such a fast vehicle. Besides, His Majesty didn't make any time requirements for me. It would be more strange for the general to return before the army."

"Well, that's nothing. Just let Redra Bit run slower."

His own pride could not withstand Woodworth's kindness, so Guinevere had no choice but to let the Queen's Army set out alone, while he followed Redla Bit to Camelot.

Along the way, the tall and strong fairy horse stepped on the ground with its four hooves, then jumped high and rushed towards the north of Oxford at the speed of a high-speed train.

“Wuuuuuuuu – wait, it’s too bumpy here, can’t you slow down a bit?!”

Guinevere tried hard to keep himself steady, and at the same time he shouted.

"Wow, excuse me, sir. I haven't galloped like this for a long time, so I can't help but get a little excited."

Redra Bit slowly slowed down and spoke.

"Huh... I'm fine. Although I can do that kind of speed, it's true that sitting on a vehicle of this speed is a completely different experience from running on the ground with my feet..."

Guinevere said after taking a breath.

"Whew, there aren't many people who can adapt to my all-out sprint. But adapting is still far from my ultimate goal."

"The final quest?"

Guinevere was confused by this fairy horse with a distinct personality.

"Yes, I want to find the right knight, a powerful knight who can achieve the state of unity between man and horse with me, and fight alongside such a person. That is what I pursue."

Redra Bit was obviously proud when he talked about this topic.

He knew very well that this was a pursuit with little hope, but pursuit is pursuit, and there will be people who choose to chase even the stars far away in the sky.

"Really? I didn't realize you were a fairy horse with noble aspirations."

"Hehe, that's natural. If I can achieve this goal, I would rather not eat carrots for the next hundred years."

"Hmm...it sounds like a poisonous oath. Then I wish you can achieve this goal and pursuit soon."

"Whew, that sounds great. You look like a pretty good fairy."

Redra Bit said, snorting.

"Haha - you're too kind. I'm not a good fairy. I'm just constantly repaying those who have been kind to me while trying to think about what kind of fairy I should be."

Guinevere said with a smile.

"Are you thinking about what kind of fairy you are? Weiwei, are you a fairy that escaped from the Nameless Forest?"

“No, but it’s not too far off.”

On the back of Redra Bitt, Guinevere looked up at the colorful sky and said, "Guinevere is my new name, and the Fairy Knight is my new identity. I don't know how to accept all this yet, and I can't predict whether everything in the past will conflict with my current self."

"I see. You are also a fairy in deep trouble, huhu."

"But don't worry too much. Be firm in your own ideas. At least don't do anything that you will regret. If you can't understand things that are too complicated, it's better to understand them more simply."

The goblin horse used everything he had seen and heard in his life to enlighten the boy on his back.

"That's just how I am, Weiwei. I like to understand things as simply as possible. This is my way of survival... although it's inevitable that other fairies will laugh at me."

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PS: Fei's wife's voice is so interesting. She is in a cold war with her husband and educates her ignorant son (Zig)

Pseudo-Chapter 34: Return

At the gate of Camelot, Guinevere bid farewell to the interesting elf horse Redra Butte.

"Goodbye, Redra Bit, I hope we will have the opportunity to meet again in the future."

"Whew, of course there will be a chance, beautiful knight, I think it's yours, and it will surely make this place more colorful."

The fairy horse turned and left, and the soldiers of the Queen's Army guarding the gate naturally recognized the glorious armor and saluted Guinevere.

"Lord Guinevere."

"Well, I have completed the task assigned by His Majesty and returned to Camelot ahead of the royal army."

"Yes."

The tall knight of the Queen's Army saluted Guinevere and then made way.

The fairy knight who entered Camelot did not stay for too long, and immediately returned to the royal city. After climbing the extremely long stairs, he stood in front of His Majesty Morgan's bedroom.

"Come in, my knight."

Knowing that Guinevere had returned, His Majesty could not have allowed him to come in.

Guinevere bowed slightly before the Queen of Winter, who had not changed in the slightest.

"Your Majesty, I have followed your Majesty's orders and completely cleared the remaining disaster in western Britain."

"Well done, you are worthy of being my knight."

Her Majesty Morgan nodded, and surprisingly, a faint smile appeared on her stunning face shrouded in black gauze.

Before, Guinevere could only judge His Majesty's current mood by his tone, but now His Majesty's mood was almost written on his face.

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

"Ok?"

"I mean, your majesty seems very happy. Did something good happen?"

"Well, of course, she...ah, no, it's nothing. Do I look a little too excited? That's right. After all, it's been a long time since I've had such a happy thing."

His Majesty Morgan understood what Guinevere meant, and put away the faint smile on his face while muttering to himself.

"His Majesty……?"

"Ah, nothing, it's beautifully done, Guinevere, you must have been busy these past few days, so go back to the mansion and rest."

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

Soon, Guinevere left His Majesty's bedroom. For some reason, he always felt that His Majesty was a little strange now.

Why? The joy in his tone was genuine, but it was the first time he had seen His Majesty like that.