In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

The fairy knight Tristan raised his head proudly, like a bird that is complacent about a small thing.

At the same time, she couldn't help but look at the boy with a mocking look, who was still half-kneeling in front of his mother, saying that he was maintaining his mother's face, but in the end he was still no match for me.

"And you, Tristan."

Unexpectedly, His Majesty, who had just warned Guinevere and thought that his mother had made a choice between the two of them, spoke again.

"You too, Guinevere is my knight, my squire, my sword. You shouldn't hurt him. You should be courteous to each other and at least respect each other."

“Mother…Mother?!”

The Blood Fairy opened her eyes wide. She never expected her mother to say such words to her.

"The only thing I hope you can remember is that having to kill does not mean you have to destroy everything. This is very important."

His Majesty Morgan said earnestly.

"I...I know."

Logically speaking, both sides have evened the score at this point, with both sides winning and losing, but at least neither side has lost.

"But... Your Majesty."

The boy raised his head, looked at the Queen of Winter, and said, "Is this really okay? Or is this really okay?"

"Is it really appropriate to let Tristan go like this? This is not a suitable way to educate a child..."

"Do you still need to teach me this kind of thing?"

Before Guinevere could finish his words, he was interrupted by His Majesty's completely cold words.

Those blue eyes, which normally could ripple with a hint of clarity, were now piercingly cold. It was obvious that Guinevere had said something inappropriate at an inappropriate time.

"I've already said that you don't need to interfere in matters concerning Tristan. Who is the king of the fairy kingdom?"

"Do I need you to teach me what to do?"

His Majesty Morgan's words were like a heavy hammer hitting one's heart. It was a great shock to the mind and spirit. If an ordinary fairy stood here, even if they just faced the gaze of the Queen of Winter, they would be frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Did I dote on you too much recently, causing you to have some illusions?"

"Have I ever needed you to help me make a decision?"

The young man slowly closed his eyes. Even a slow-witted person would have realized that he had probably angered His Majesty.

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Pseudo·Act 44~Longchang

"Yes, I have overstepped my authority."

Guinevere bowed his head to admit his mistake and pursed his lips slightly.

"Bring me your demon sword."

"Yes."

Guinevere drew the magic sword given by His Majesty from his waist, and the magic sword made by His Majesty flew to the side of the jade throne.

"As my knight, you spoke inappropriately. During this period of time, I will take charge of Molloy. Go to the dungeon in the royal city to reflect on yourself. Come back to me when you have figured it out."

His Majesty Morgan turned his head away, not even wanting to look at the knight again.

"Since it is your majesty's order, I shall obey it."

Guinevere nodded slightly and then stood up.

"If that's still fast—wait, what are you going to do?!"

The fairy knight Tristan, who wanted to taunt Guinevere, hadn't finished his words when he saw the young man like a black iris raise his hand and tear off the armor of glory on his body.

"Guinevere!"

Morgan slowly opened her eyes, and in her ears she could hear the crisp sounds of arm armor, shoulder armor and other armor parts falling to the ground. She had never thought that the young man who had always been by her side would do such a thing.

"What are you doing?!"

"Since the Armor of Glory was bestowed by His Majesty, then as a criminal, I am naturally not worthy of wearing it."

"But it has merged with the concept of the armor that protects you--you--!"

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Every time he removed a piece of armor, Guinevere's breath weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

he……

Of course, he did this not out of loyalty, but out of anger.

The moment she saw his actions, the Queen of Winter, who had ruled the Fairy Kingdom for nearly two thousand years, understood what he meant.

A rage not seen in a century welled up in the Winter Queen's eyes.

"Someone, lock Guinevere up in the dungeon of the royal city and ask him to reflect on his mistakes!"

The guards who ran into the throne room were obviously confused about the situation. Lord Guinevere, who was wearing black armor at first, was suddenly left with only his daily clothes, and his magic sword was also confiscated by His Majesty. However, they had no way to disobey the order and could only take him to the dungeon.

"——Crack!"

The biting cold iron prison made a chilling sound, and it was unknown how much time had passed before the deserted royal city dungeon welcomed a new guest.

"Lord Guinevere, this way."

Two guards took Guinevere into the dungeon that had not been used for a hundred years.

The dungeon was, of course, used to hold prisoners, whether they were goblins who disobeyed the orders of His Majesty Morgan, rebels who launched a rebellion, or clan leaders who neglected their duties.

But unfortunately, in His Majesty Morgan's fairy kingdom, facilities such as cells are rarely used.

Because of the mistake he made, the result of foolishly raising the banner of rebellion against His Majesty was only death. There was no need for imprisonment at all. Here, even the smell of blood left by the bones of the most recent people to Guinevere was so faint that it was almost impossible to smell it.

What is very frustrating is that at this moment he has become the new guest of this ancient dungeon.

The two soldiers did not take advantage of Guinevere's fall from favor to add insult to injury. The reputation of the Fairy Knight Guinevere had long been known throughout Britain. The young man in front of them, who was as quiet as lavender, was a being that could rival the powerful Ya Ling and Lord Woodworth.

Even His Majesty, who was so furious, only ordered him to be locked up and let him reflect on his actions.

This shows how favored this knight is.

"Hmm...Thank you both for leading the way."

His hands were handcuffed and his feet were shackled with heavy shackles, with black iron rings connected to chains that would feel heavy even to a goblin.

With only a single piece of clothing on his body, the young man, who was as quiet and fragrant as flowers, expressed his gratitude to the two guards who had brought him here.

"No, no, no, you are too polite, Lord Guinevere."

The guard opened a cell and said, "You are brave enough to express your dissatisfaction with the cruel Tristan in front of His Majesty. This is enough for us to admire. Not to mention that you may be the most caring fairy around His Majesty."

"Unfortunately, we can't do anything more for you. If you have any requests, please let us know and we will do our best."

"...No, I don't need anything in particular. Besides, Your Majesty asked me to reflect on myself, so I will reflect on myself here so as not to burden you."

Guinevere smiled and walked into the empty cell.

Then he sat down against the wall.

really……

Did I really make her angry?

The slightly dim star-like eyes reflected the scene just now. Sitting on the jade throne, anger also burned in the eyes of His Majesty, who was always so calm and elegant.

She waved her hand and called the guards, who took away her sword and armor and took her to the dungeon.

The anger in that tone could not be concealed no matter what.

The young man was thinking in his mind, the candlelight in front of him was swaying slightly under the gentle air flow in the dungeon.

Huh...it turns out that an apology is still necessary.

In the dungeon, Guinevere thought and sighed softly, wondering if his behavior just now was too extreme.

But in terms of behavior, I still feel that I did nothing wrong.

Wanton killings in the court cannot be ignored or tolerated even if such behavior is condoned by His Majesty.

I just did what I thought was right.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Or, in her eyes...is this wrong?

The candlelight swayed slightly in the wind, and the boy's shadow flickered in the cell.

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The royal palace.

"Mother? Mother?"

Looking at his mother who was lost in thought again, the Fairy Knight Tristan spoke softly.

"Hmm...? What's wrong?"

His Majesty Morgan paused for a moment, then turned his gaze towards his beloved daughter.

"Mother, you are so absent-minded."

"Um... is that so? I'm sorry."

Only when facing the girl in front of her, the Queen of Winter, who is the ruler of the fairy kingdom and has already been exhausted both physically and mentally, can calm down.

only……

In the bedroom, Morgan took off the veil in front of her eyes and changed into a white palace dress. Her blue eyes like the blue waves of the lake could not help but droop slowly.

The sound of the young man tearing off his armor with his own hands and his pretending to be strong words kept replaying in my ears.

Did I say something too harsh?

Even the cruel Queen of Winter would find it hard to feel any ill will towards that boy who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.

Rather, the comfort he brought to me was like being my own daughter...

Like a blue rose that had been baptized by the cold wind and was covered with frost, Morgan silently raised his eyes and glanced at the excited girl in front of him.

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Pseudo·Act 45~Enlightenment?

An unconscious smile appeared on her face.

When the fairy knight Tristan saw his mother looking at him, the bright smile on his face became even more charming.

No, the feeling and warmth that Guinevere and ■■■ brought to me were not the same.

The girl in front of me was like a flower that had been destroyed long ago. Even if she could bloom beautifully again in front of me, I would be extremely satisfied.

But he was different. Like her, kindness was only a part of him.

He is like a quietly blooming violet, or like the moonlight at night. Even though he cannot melt the scarred self that he has already been through, he cannot help but release his warmth and fragrance.

Although her eyes gradually softened, Morgan couldn't help but clench her delicate hands, her nails digging into her flesh. She would also feel such pain.

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"what?!"

The Dragon Fairy had been anxiously waiting for Guinevere to come back soon, but the news he received was that the Fairy Knight Guinevere was imprisoned in the dungeon for reflection because of offending His Majesty.

"No, we can't wait like this any longer...!"

The fairy knight Lancelot gritted his teeth, put on his mask, and went to the throne.

Ten minutes later, His Majesty Morgan and the Fairy Knight Tristan, who knew the movements of the Fairy Knight Lancelot, also came to the throne.

"Lancelot, what is the matter with you coming to see me at this time?"