In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"Huh, you said get out of the way, so I'll get out of the way?"

But unfortunately, the arrogant princess was a typical example of not being soft or hard. When she felt Guinevere's hand tightening on her ankle, the blood fairy immediately lowered her body.

The tactile stockings wrapped around the graceful feet pressed down on Guinevere's wrists as she lowered her body.

The fingertips decorated with beautiful vermilion nails pressed down on Guinevere's head and pressed it hard against the wall.

"Ugh——!"

"Hmph, Guinevere, I tell you, you are just a tool that Mother uses for amusement temporarily. I am free to use you however I want. You have no right to resist me!"

The blood fairy held down Guinevere's head, almost restraining him completely, and then rubbed his fangs against his ear.

"——That's enough! Shut up!"

If it was just because he was being abused, Guinevere could still endure it, but Guinevere, who had just experienced a long period of self-doubt and delusions, could no longer bear to have others destroy his only piece of pure land.

The wrist that was pressed down suddenly exerted force, and the other hand immediately pinched the hand of the Fairy Knight Tristan that was pressing on his head.

The blood fairy, who was obviously not much shorter than him, was thrown out and fell on the big bed not far away.

"you--!"

The fairy knight Tristan just felt a strong dizziness, and then he flew onto the bed.

"Guinevere—! How dare you—"

Dusk completely ended and night fell. Without the dazzling sun in the sky, the moonlight that had risen in the sky a long time ago gradually became more conspicuous.

The cold and soft moonlight is the same as always.

The blood fairy on the bed who was about to take action suddenly stopped when he noticed the moonlight.

Guinevere suddenly felt that the magic power from the Blood Fairy was decreasing sharply, not only the magic power, but also the quality.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Compared to Guinevere who was suddenly confused about what happened, the fairy knight Tristan himself reacted more strongly.

The reaction and scale of the magic power were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the gorgeous clothes on the body were gradually turning pale and tattered.

"How could I become like this?!"

"Mother...Mother, save me! Save me! Mother..."

Guinevere just looked at the girl on the bed who was once as beautiful as a rose and turned into such a shabby appearance.

"Retribution? No, did I accidentally reveal my true identity?"

Guinevere propped himself up from the corner. Because of the quarrel and conflict they had just had, seeing her like this, he also felt a rare sense of revenge.

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Pseudo Chapter 55: Blood Fairy (Part 2)

"… Could this be your true face, Tristan?"

"You, what did you say?! You are..."

The pale and ragged girl suddenly opened her eyes wide, and fear, anger, and anxiety filled her dim gray pupils at once.

"Who...are you? Guinevere...uh..."

The memory of her as a glamorous princess and the memory of her as a ragged person at this moment were suddenly mixed in her mind, making her extremely confused and miserable.

"Humph, you've hurt so many people, is this your retribution?"

Although the Blood Fairy's aura had completely weakened at this moment, even making Guinevere feel that even humans might be able to defeat her, Guinevere still did not choose to wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

No matter what, Tristan is His Majesty's daughter. No matter what her nature is or how bad her personality is, this identity will not change.

Besides, he would not hesitate to kick others when they are down.

A true knight does not need to resort to schemes or tricks, let alone malicious slander, to win.

This is Guinevere's own insistence, and it is also his consistent quality.

“You…are you here to hurt me too…? Are you here to hurt me like those guys?!”

The ragged fairy knight Tristan looked at Guinevere with a cold gaze and couldn't help but shrink back a little.

"You will still be hurt by others? Isn't it good enough that you don't hurt others?"

Guinevere's starry eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a little displeased by the words of the Blood Fairy.

Even for him, being identified as a villain by the Flower of Evil was something that was truly intolerable.

Having said that, Guinevere didn't bother to pay any more attention to her, and ran away quickly while she didn't look in a particularly good mental state.

"…etc!"

The Blood Fairy suddenly called out to Guinevere who was about to turn around and leave.

"…You, you're not here to hurt me?"

The gray demon eyes did not feel that the gorgeous and quiet boy was as violent and malicious as those guys, so she couldn't help but ask.

"--baffling."

Guinevere frowned. Although he did not think that the Fairy Knight Tristan's current state was fake, the feeling of being bitten back was not very good.

"As long as you don't come to hurt me, I will be very grateful to you."

As he spoke, Guinevere grasped the door handle of the bedroom.

Suddenly, he paused.

Just when the Blood Fairy on the bed thought he wanted to leave, he sighed softly.

Then, those starry eyes looked at the pale blood fairy on the bed with a little helplessness and resentment.

She was stunned for a moment, then watched him turn around and walk over, pulling up his sleeves next to a crystal glass.

"Maybe I should just leave like this, but if I leave like this, I'm afraid you will continue to pester me for the next two days."

The magic sword came out of the body and gently cut Guinevere's skin, which looked even whiter under the moonlight. The scarlet blood flowed into the clear crystal cup, creating a small vortex.

When the cup was half full, he used his magic to seal the wound that was bleeding profusely.

"for you."

Worried that she might not be able to catch it, Guinevere gritted his teeth and took a risk by walking to the Blood Fairy's bedside, handing the crystal cup warmed by the temperature of blood to the Fairy Knight Tristan, who was not expecting this.

"—"

The Blood Fairy was stunned. She looked at the young man shrouded in the moonlight almost in a daze.

"Don't just stand there, take it."

Guinevere frowned slightly and said, "Don't get me wrong. This is just a compromise for your future reckless behavior. If possible, I hope you can be grateful for this."

"But this kind of thing is still impossible, right? Haha, that's right, it's just my illusion that I have expectations of you."

Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the weakened flower on the bed accept the warm cup in a daze.

The pretty face, which had turned cold, also revealed a bit of gentleness, and coincidentally, under the moonlight at this moment, any changes on the boy's face were clearly displayed in the eyes of the Blood Fairy.

"you…"

The broken Blood Goblin subconsciously wanted to say something to him, but unfortunately, Guinevere showed more resistance.

This made her feel particularly lost at the moment.

"I'm leaving, good night."

Leaving only a few words behind, Guinevere left the Blood Fairy's extremely luxurious mansion.

She was the only one left in the huge bedroom.

The bitterness of loss in her heart grew stronger. She didn't mean to drive the other person away. It was just that the person who gave her a vague impression seemed to be with her more than once. No matter what she said or did, she would be strongly resisted.

Could it be that I have done something to hurt him like those guys...?

The Blood Fairy clenched the warm cup in her hand.

The smell of blood emanating from the cup stimulated the blood fairy's broken nerves.

Although, although I won’t die if I don’t drink blood, but, it seems… it seems like it’s been a really long time since I’ve had any…

"Gu... gu..."

The taste is so sweet.

When she came to her senses, the crystal cup was empty. His blood seemed to be wrapped in magic power, and there was not even a trace of it left in the cup.

She subconsciously looked at the mirror on the side. The only thing that stood out in the moonlight was the blood-stained lips of the broken blood fairy in the mirror.

Her magic power seemed to be recovering as well, although it did not restore her former spirit as she was in pieces.

"Guinevere...Guinevere...what's his name...?"

I tried hard to recall the appearance of the young man who had chosen to give life despite his resistance. He was a fairy more beautiful than any fairy I had ever seen, just like the moonlight at this moment.

Beautiful, cool, soft and flawless.

"It seems to be...it seems to be called..."

"...Guinevere."

The blood fairy murmured his name like a dream.

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After leaving the bedroom of the troublesome Princess, Guinevere did not return to his own room, but went to His Majesty's bedroom.

"Enter."

After triggering the ritual in front of the bedroom door, Guinevere began to wait quietly. After a few seconds, the queen's voice was heard from the bedroom.

"His Majesty."

"I've already told you, just come in, no need to report."

Morgan put down what he was busy with for the moment and looked at the knight he trusted so much.

"Welcome back, my knight. You are a little late. Did you encounter any accidents on the way?"

"No, Your Majesty. It was because of my mood that I deliberately stayed out overnight. Otherwise, I would have returned to Camelot last night."

Guinevere had no secrets in front of Morgan, but this was not due to his majesty as a superior, but simply because Guinevere was willing.

This is a response to Your Majesty's favor towards me.

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PS: There will be more in the afternoon

Pseudo-Act 56 ~ Worth it

"That's it."

Morgan nodded slightly.

"I heard from Lancelot that you might have encountered some trouble on the way, which is why you came back late."

“Sir Lancelot, is that what you said…?”

Guinevere pursed his lips subconsciously, and his expression became a little complicated.

"Guinevere?"

Morgan didn't quite understand why his knight acted strangely after returning. Not only did his breath seem a little weak, but his mood also didn't seem to be particularly good.

"No... I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried Your Majesty."

Guinevere immediately realized that he had lost control of his emotions, and quickly turned his head away, speaking hurriedly.

"If you really are feeling unwell, you can take a rest for two days. The same is true for the human I gave you."