In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

The fairy knight Tristan fiddled with his fingertips and said.

"Oh...please...please spare me!"

Unfortunately, the fairy's vitality was still very strong. Even if it was cut in half, the fairy lying on the ground was still struggling, and warm blood flowed all over the ground.

"..."

Guinevere closed his eyes.

"Forgive you? Tell me, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

As the Blood Fairy answered to himself, the fairy was completely torn to pieces by the fairy string.

"Tsk, it's such a pity that I can't hear the final wail."

The Fairy Knight Tristan sighed. This was exactly the whisper of the devil.

"Forget it, there's always the next one~ Then who will be so lucky to be chosen by me☆"

Guinevere then took a deep breath.

"Forget it, let's start with you."

The melodious song of the dead sounded, and the demon string was like a poisonous spider web that quickly locked onto the fairy that the blood fairy was pointing at.

But this time, the demon strings flying from all directions broke.

"Ok?"

"I can't stand it anymore."

His Majesty Morgan looked at the empty space beside him and couldn't help but frowning slightly.

"——Tsk, get out of the way."

The fairy knight Tristan looked at the young man standing in front of him and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"There's no way I'm going to get out of the way."

Guinevere raised the magic sword in his hand, and the blood-red arc of light was particularly dazzling under the projection of the hall.

"Tsk, don't think you can act so arrogantly just because mother favors you!"

Seeing that his nice words were useless, the Fairy Knight Tristan didn't want to waste any more words with this guy. Dozens of fairy strings silently weaved into a large net in the air and fell towards Guinevere's head.

But the young man just waved it lightly, and there was not even any sign of injecting magic power, and the invisible sword energy split the big net and the air into two.

"Who is taking advantage of your majesty's power and acting recklessly?"

Guinevere opened his eyes wide, and the magic sword in his hand shone brightly, cutting off all the magic strings set by the surrounding blood fairies.

"Tsk, you bastard!"

Seeing Guinevere approaching him quickly, the fairy knight Tristan pulled the fairy bow in his hand and played a bloody requiem.

But even the invisible sonic blade could be cut into pieces by Guinevere. A distance of a hundred steps could be crossed in an instant. By the time the fairy knight Tristan reacted, the sharp edge flashing with cold light was already in front of her.

"Gu..."

"Is this time to calm down, Sir Tristan?"

Guinevere said, raising his sword.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

His Majesty Morgan suddenly spoke.

"His Majesty."

Although he was dissatisfied with the fairy knight Tristan, Guinevere put down his sword and saluted respectfully to his majesty.

"Mother."

A blood-red nail appeared in the hand of the Blood Fairy, but considering the tone of her mother just now, she curled her lips and threw it on the ground.

Woodworth was secretly happy that Guinevere was able to teach that crazy girl who came from nowhere a lesson, but when he heard His Majesty speak, he suddenly frowned.

Based on his understanding of His Majesty, it is hard to say what will happen next.

"If you have nothing else to do, please leave for now...Guinevere and Tristan will stay."

His Majesty Morgan then issued an imperial decree, and many ambassadors and ministers took their leave, while the clan leaders closed their communications.

Woodworth was among them, of course.

However, he did not turn off the communication and forget about everything. Instead, he closed his eyes and tapped the broken table with his sharp fingertips. After a moment of thinking, he called his guards: "Guards."

"Lord Woodworth."

"Well, give orders to continue to maintain Oxford as usual during my absence."

Woodworth gave the order without hesitation.

"Eh? Lord Woodworth, is he going to...?"

"Needless to say? Of course we're going to Camelot."

Woodworth frowned and said.

"Oh, I forgot. You don't know what happened in the morning court."

The powerful Ya Ling stood up and walked to the window, looking at Oxford, which was known as the big dining hall in the whole fairy country, from the Lord's Mansion. "Something has happened in Camelot. I'm afraid Guinevere alone can't solve it. I have to go and take a look."

“Tsk—ha…hahaha, what are you talking about His Majesty’s knights! In the end, you still have to rely on me to save the day!”

Suddenly, Woodworth smirked and spat at the goblin knight far away in Camelot, while saying.

"Lord Woodworth... I didn't expect that he and Lord Guinevere have such a good relationship..."

The guard couldn't help but mutter softly.

"Idiot! Are you blind?! How can you see that I have a good relationship with that guy Guinevere?!"

Woodworth, the famous sword of the fairy kingdom, turned around and cursed.

"This... this... I deserve to die. It's just because Lord Woodworth entertained Lord Guinevere more than a month ago... His laughter spread throughout the Lord's Mansion, so..."

The guard, who was also from the Fang clan, was startled and stammered out his explanation.

"What—? What's that like? Ah, yes—tsk."

Woodworth suddenly realized what was happening and was speechless.

"Ah, if you look at it from this perspective, it's true. Although he's just an ordinary fairy, it's admirable enough to be able to do this - don't get me wrong, I just admire that guy's strength."

He subconsciously explained, only to see the guard standing there in a daze.

"——What are you still doing here? Go get ready!"

"Yes!"

The guards then fled in panic.

After driving away the guards, Woodworth walked into the hall where he had entertained the young man before, and his eyes fell on the seat where Guinevere had been before: "... Humph, Guinevere, you are probably going to be in trouble."

"But please don't die. I have been in the Fairy Kingdom for 900 years. No matter how brave I am, I can't protect Britain forever with a bunch of losers."

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Pseudo-Act 43: Confrontation

"Guinevere."

The fairy knight Lancelot stopped Guinevere before leaving.

The cherry lips that were not covered by the blue mask opened and closed slightly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself, and in the end she just pursed her lips lightly.

"Be a little more careful when talking to His Majesty."

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

The boy smiled back. No matter what, he couldn't let her worry.

"But it's because of you that I'm worried..."

The dragon fairy's voice became softer and softer, so that in the end Guinevere could not hear the second half of her sentence.

The fairy-like boy looked at her stunning face hidden by the blue mask, as if he saw the most beautiful fairy in the entire fairy kingdom frowning at him with worry.

"Ugh... I can't guarantee that if Lancelot says so... Fine, I'll do my best."

There was no way to lie to her, but there was no way to back down when the time came, so Guinevere could only make the best promise he could.

The worry on the dragon fairy's face did not disappear, but she still nodded slightly.

"Um……"

Because of the mask, Guinevere couldn't see the fairy knight Lancelot's expression at the moment, but it must have been an exceptionally gentle look.

When the other fairy knight, the Lord of Manchester, saw the looks from the two of them, his heart was more or less disturbed.

Ah, this must be what humans call "envy".

I envy them for being important to each other.

Think about yourself again...

"Well."

The Beast Fairy couldn't help but hold his forehead, trying hard not to recall the painful memories, then turned and left the throne.

"Mother."

Just as the clan leaders, ambassadors, and ministers were leaving one after another, the fairy knight Tristan looked at His Majesty Morgan on the throne with hope.

"Ah."

Surprisingly, His Majesty Morgan's eyes were no longer cold, and his delicate face, which looked like solid ice for thousands of years, became soft and a little distressed.

Under the throne of winter, two fairy knights had different postures and expressions. One of them, as blooming as a rose and as charming as a mandarin duck, stood in front of His Majesty with a smile on his face and his head held high, appearing exceptionally calm.

The fairy knight, who was as quiet as a black iris and as elegant as a violet, knelt on one knee in front of His Majesty, his black hair hanging down on his armor of glory. Although it was the same black color, it had a different luster. He looked calmly and firmly at the king who had given him everything he had at this moment.

Feeling the gaze from Guinevere, Her Majesty Morgan could not openly favor one side overtly. She looked at the two knights under the throne and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can you explain why you're fighting?"

At this moment, her tone did not sound like the Winter Queen who had ruled the Fairy Kingdom for a thousand years, but rather like a parent who was troubled by a fight between her two beloved children.

"——He was the first to attack. I didn't provoke him."

The Fairy Knight Tristan frowned and spoke first.

"Who was the first to commit murder on the throne? Who was the first to act recklessly in front of Your Majesty? And who ignored the advice and insisted on doing what he wanted?"

Guinevere did not turn his head, nor even his eyes.

"Humph, I didn't realize you're such a sharp-tongued guy."

If her mother wasn't right in front of her, she would have wanted to tear this annoying guy into pieces.

"I think I am a person who is easy to get along with, but the evil people who despise life may not be among them."

The black iris-like knight fought back without showing any weakness.

"Hmph - how dare a guy who can kill two armies with a wave of his hand say such a thing?"

"This is my duty as His Majesty's knight. You don't need to make any further comments."

"All right."

His Majesty Morgan's brows furrowed even deeper, and the two people below also fell silent.

"I don't want to see you guys quarreling here, and I don't want this to happen again in the future."

"But, Guinevere, Tristan is my daughter, and this will never change. When you see her, it's like seeing me. I have completely acquiesced to whatever she wants, and you don't need to interfere."

His Majesty looked at the young man in armor as black as ink and spoke with a hint of warning.

"..."

Very rarely, Guinevere did not respond to His Majesty's orders as usual.

"Humph~"