In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

This went on for more than a month, and gradually, both the people living here and the fairy soldiers who lived with these people and thus activated their spirits began to notice something strange.

Guinevere often spends a lot of time here, which is nothing, but the goblin soldiers are very clear that as the guard of His Majesty, the goblin knight Guinevere should spend most of his time in the royal city...

However, facing the problems between the Fairy Knight and His Majesty Morgan, these people naturally had no say and could only continue to maintain the status quo.

So gradually, the fairy soldiers who took turns living in the courtyard with the humans in daily life remembered everyone's name, and they could recognize them even without the nameplates. This was a very good start and a great progress.

People live happily here, and the goblin soldiers are also full of satisfaction.

I had almost gotten used to this kind of daily life, but suddenly one day something different changed again.

My vacation of more than a month came to an end, and I returned to my daily routine of serving His Majesty in the palace.

"His Majesty."

"Well, here you are. How have you been lately?"

His Majesty Morgan shifted his gaze from his daily busyness, and a rare hint of tenderness appeared in his cold eyes.

"Thanks to your majesty's grace and care, I have been living well during this period."

"Then it seems that those one hundred humans can still please you to some extent. This way I feel relieved."

"His Majesty?"

"Ah, nothing. Anyway, does Guinevere know how to make tea?"

"Although I don't drink much...but I still drink a little bit."

"Is this modesty? Or is it a deliberate attempt to hide one's shortcomings?"

Morgan snorted softly and made a joke with a hint of sarcasm.

"I dare not hide it from your majesty."

However, Guinevere could not understand his majesty's joke and could only tell the truth.

“…Hmm.”

Morgan realized that he didn't seem to be very good at joking, so he sighed softly.

"Well then, my knight, go and get me a cup of tea."

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Pseudo Chapter 38: Clan War I (Part 1)

Open the teapot in the bedroom and put the tea leaves that emit a faint tea fragrance into the teapot beside it.

These are very basic steps that you can remember even if you just glance at them in the book.

Hot water was poured into the teapot. In the surging steam and flowing hot water, the contracted tea leaves began to expand.

A faint fragrance also spreads with the steam.

A few minutes later, amber tea with a refreshing aroma poured out from the teapot, forming a small, barely visible vortex in the teacup.

"Your tea, Your Majesty."

Guinevere took the tray and placed the teapot and teacups in front of Morgan.

"Ah."

Morgan hummed unconsciously, then put away the parchment scroll that was unfolded in front of him.

The slender fingers in black silk gloves lifted the steaming teacup at hand, and the light blue lips exhaled gently, cooling the light steam and the still hot tea.

Guinevere waited quietly on the side, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"……Um."

His Majesty Morgan took a sip and put down the teacup in his hand.

"It tastes pretty good... just a little bitter."

She was merely commenting on his tea.

"Did I put too much tea? Is it not to your majesty's taste? I'll go pour it out right away."

Guinevere then lowered his head and was about to raise the tray in his hand again to pour the tea.

"no need."

Morgan gave an order and let Guinevere let go of his hand.

The slight bitterness brought by the tea leaves in her mouth was nothing to her, who had already experienced so many setbacks and betrayals.

Suffering? What could be more painful than her being a "■" and eradicating disasters time and time again?

"...I'm just making a few comments. You don't have to panic."

The pair of icy eyes that had been frozen for a thousand years looked at the knight in front of him and spoke softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"But, put a little less tea next time. Too much tea will make it bitter, and too little tea will make it bland."

"Would you like to try adding some sugar next time?"

Unconsciously, Morgan asked the knight who was particularly favored by him, and it seemed that he was muttering to himself.

"If your majesty likes sweetness, I can add a little sugar next time. I hope your majesty won't mind."

"No, actually, I don't particularly like sweet things..."

Faced with Guinevere's assurance, Morgan subconsciously turned his gaze away.

Perhaps because she didn't want her knight to know that she seemed to still have some of her old hobbies, Morgan changed the subject.

"...Guinevere, what do you usually drink?"

"This...I'd rather use something like plain water. I don't really like strong flavors."

Guinevere answered honestly.

"That's it."

Morgan nodded subconsciously. He could probably guess this.

But I don’t like strong flavors…

I wonder how the two of them will get along...

I hope we don't have a quarrel.

Looking at the upright figure of Guinevere beside him, Morgan murmured secretly in his heart.

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However, even so, the peaceful days did not last long. Following an urgent report after noon, puzzling bad news came from the southeast of Camelot.

Afterwards, Her Majesty Morgan removed Guinevere who was serving her and summoned the Fairy Knight Lancelot and the Fairy Knight Gawain.

"His Majesty."

"Here he comes."

Looking at the knights under the throne, Morgan's expression returned to the coldness he had when handling government affairs.

"Have you heard the news?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, it has been reported that the Earth Clan and the Fang Clan have once again started a clan war."

The goblin knight Gawain gave a qualified answer.

"Your Majesty, the Fang Clan is ruled by Lord Woodworth, how could it be possible...?"

Guinevere asked in a low voice, with a hint of confusion and defense of Woodworth.

"——Even if it's Woodworth, I'm afraid he can't completely manage such a large Fang Clan, right? Whether it's the clan war that has already started locally, or the Bogzat in Norwich."

Morgan frowned slightly. It was obvious that this was not the first time that he was dissatisfied with the Fang Clan, which had developed so widely that its branches were deeply rooted in various places but was unwilling to be lonely.

Guinevere then shut up. Based on his current understanding of His Majesty, His Majesty was probably really angry.

"I have no intention of explaining anything further to them. Since they are unwilling to be ruled by me, then their bodies can be used to fill the sea."

Morgan's eyes turned completely cold.

"Lancelot, Guinevere."

"You two should hurry up and resolve the dispute between the clans, no matter what means you use."

"--Yes."

Guinevere and the fairy knight Lancelot bowed their heads slightly.

In the cold corridor, the three fairy knights left the throne together.

"Clan war... Lancelot, is this common in the fairy kingdom?"

It was the first time that Guinevere had heard the term clan war since the disaster. Even in the books he had read in Salisbury before, there was basically no record of clan war.

He originally thought that the goblin knights only needed to be loyal to His Majesty, and then eliminate the disaster that occurs once every hundred years, and at most deal with occasional rebellions. He did not expect that even the goblins of the clan were so unwilling to be lonely.

"Is it common? Maybe."

The Fairy Knight Gawain said calmly, apparently no longer surprised by such things.

"Fairies are very unwilling to be lonely. They always inexplicably like to be in a lively and surprising group. In this respect, all clans are probably the same."

"That means the Mirror Clan needs to be more restrained."

"That's it."

Guinevere nodded, still feeling somewhat surprised by the explanation given by the Fairy Knight Gawain.

Originally he thought that all goblins were as rational and approachable as the Wind Clan in Salisbury, but now it seems that goblins in other places are not all as good as that.

"So, Lancelot, us?"

"It's okay. We just need to go to where the war is happening and stop them directly. Guinevere can definitely do it, right?"

"Wait, Lancelot, if this is a clan war, is it still possible to stop it... no, is it possible to resolve it peacefully?"

Perhaps he had realized what he would face next, Guinevere couldn't help but ask.

"You'll know when you arrive."

The fairy knight Lancelot looked back at the young man who had never experienced a clan war.

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Pseudo Chapter 39: Clan War I (Part 2)

The southeast of Camelot, near the famous abandoned city of Londinium, has now become a battlefield between the Clan of Tooth and the Clan of Earth.

“OO ...

In an instant, on the vast plain, the two clans of the Fairy Kingdom have turned this place into a bloody battlefield.

Even the reason for starting the war no longer mattered at this moment. The goblins, who had not tasted the sweetness of blood for a long time, rushed towards the enemy like crazy.

About twenty or thirty years ago, the Earth Clan, under the leadership of the treasure-hunting fairy Spriggan, the new chief of the Earth Clan, lifted the ban on the Iron Arms, which were particularly harmful to fairies, in the port city of Norwich, and then hired a large number of human soldiers, thus becoming a well-equipped army on the battlefield today.

Although the Fang Clan is not as well-equipped as the Earth Clan's army, and even many of the elves of the Fang Clan do not wear decent weapons, they are still the strongest force besides the Queen's Army of Camelot.

Their bodies are the strongest armour, and their sharp fangs and claws are the strongest weapons. Even if they do not need to be protected by sophisticated armour like the fairies of the Earth Clan or humans, they are undoubtedly the strongest.

That’s right. As a clan that has stronger resistance than other clans to curses, disasters, and even the deadly poison to fairies - Moss Poison, the Fang Clan does have the capital to be proud of this.

So what if it’s a disaster?

So what if it's from another clan?

What appeared in front of strong men like them were nothing but trash!

Letting them turn into part of the soil is their proper fate, just like what happened to the ■ clan 1,100 years ago!

And in this chaotic situation, the Queen's knights arrived on the battlefield.