In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

There was a hint of concern in Morgan's eyes. She had gotten used to bearing it all alone anyway. Guinevere's support and help during this period had allowed her to relax to a great extent both physically and mentally.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. But I'm fine. It's just my personal problem. How can it affect Your Majesty's daily affairs?"

Guinevere, who felt it was disrespectful to turn his head around so openly, lowered his head.

"Your Majesty, do not worry about my affairs. I still have something to report to Your Majesty about the war between Salisbury and the Earth Clan."

"The clan war in Salisbury? Lancelot told me about it yesterday. It's the boring fight for sunlight rights between the Wind Clan and the Earth Clan. Let them be. Let Aurora and Spriggan handle the follow-up events between the two sides."

Morgan had obviously lost all patience with the boring fights and wars between the goblins. Even though it was Guinevere who made the report, she was too lazy to dwell on something that would make people feel sick if they looked at it carefully.

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

Guinevere was still struggling with how to explain Lancelot's favoritism to His Majesty, but now it seems that this step can be skipped.

In contrast, Your Majesty was much more serious in dealing with the clan war between the Fang Clan and the Earth Clan.

Maybe it’s because of Woodworth’s presence…

"Okay, is there anything else you need to report? If not, go back and rest early. Guinevere has been busy for two days."

Morgan's eyes softened. "If you feel tired, you don't have to come so early tomorrow. You can attend the morning court on time or not come at all."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

"...But even though I said that, you will definitely come anyway, right?"

Morgan sighed softly, then raised her hand, magic gathering at her fingertips.

Guinevere had heard rumors about Her Majesty since she was in Salisbury. It was said that the Queen of Winter was different from the fairies who were born with the ability to wield mysterious powers. Not only was she a fairy who was born extremely powerful, but she also used "magic" like humans to wield mysterious powers.

There are many mysteries that other fairies can accomplish, but there are also big mysteries that fairies cannot accomplish.

According to rumors, His Majesty possesses at least four types of great magic, namely "Tower", "Garden", "Mirror" and "Coffin", which the fairies cannot perform no matter what.

For His Majesty Morgan, the use of magic is as natural as breathing.

In just a few seconds, a spell that Guinevere could not understand appeared out of thin air at his majesty's fingertips.

She bent her jade fingers slightly, and with a light flick, the spell fell into Guinevere's hands.

"His Majesty?"

"This is a spell I made that has a sleeping effect. Hmm... the effect should be enough for fairies. After injecting magic power into them and falling asleep, it should more or less allow you to sleep more soundly."

Morgan was thinking about what words to use, after all, this was just something she did on a whim.

Although her magic skills, which had reached the divine level, were undoubtedly qualified, she did not want her work to be disliked by Guinevere.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gift."

Guinevere accepted his majesty's gift calmly, but he did not know what his majesty was thinking at the moment.

"But, if there is anything else..."

"Ok?"

Guinevere doesn't beat around the bush. Just as the strange goblin Maredela Bit said, he is more accustomed to understanding and answering things around him as simply as possible.

"Your Majesty, I want to ask you, what is hidden in Sir Tristan?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Morgan was slightly stunned, then asked, but his tone unconsciously became colder.

"Just now, when I returned to Camelot, Sir Tristan used a mirror to tie me up and took me to her room."

"Then, under the moonlight, the quality and scale of her magic power drastically decreased, declining to the point where it was almost even comparable to that of a human."

"So I want to ask you something about Sir Tristan."

"...That's right."

Morgan sighed. Even though he knew this was almost the last moment, he never expected that an accident could happen even at the last moment.

"Tristan is the fairy I rescued. When I found her again, she had become what you just saw."

"She was persecuted by the fairies time and time again, until her soul was worn out and she could no longer give birth to the "next generation" like ordinary fairies."

"She herself began to transform into a zombie. I had no choice but to give her a new name in order to better protect her."

"Fairy Knight Tristan."

Morgan also knew that Guinevere was trustworthy, but she had always felt that there was no need for him to know, and now there was no need to hide it.

"Giving her a name can protect her, and even curb her transformation into a zombie, but it's not a process that can be accomplished overnight."

Guinevere was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but say: "The month before that..."

"I have been conditioning her body and have finally stabilized her spiritual foundation. She has gone from being able to barely maintain her current state for only a few days to becoming weak again only during the full moon every month."

"…I'm sorry, Guinevere, I've treated you badly during this period."

Morgan's expression softened again. Although Tristan was her daughter whom she could not give up, she also particularly liked a boy who was just like her in the past.

"No, how could that be? I am your knight, and the kindness you have bestowed upon me is enough for me to repay you with my entire life."

Guinevere felt that to receive these words from His Majesty, all his loyalty and efforts were worth it.

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Pseudo-Act 57: Satisfaction

Then Guinevere left the palace.

Finally, His Majesty still hopes that he can get along well with Tristan.

Get along well... huh?

Guinevere sighed.

He really didn't know how to get along with such an arrogant princess who treated everything in the kingdom as her own toys.

but……

She was once a persecuted demon.

In the cold lights of the royal corridor, Guinevere's shadows were left on the mirror-like floor.

Hearing what Your Majesty said, it shouldn't be wrong.

Besides, judging from her appearance, she couldn't be wrong.

Withered long hair, haggard face, and a dress that was torn to pieces along with the body.

It is hard to believe what kind of persecution she had suffered to become like that. Even her soul was worn out to the point where she could no longer give birth to the next generation.

Guinevere couldn't understand or imagine how his soul must have been scarred, but he probably couldn't feel good.

As those who were once persecuted, could it be that the current atrocities are meant to make those former persecutors pay the price?

Guinevere closed his eyes with a slight headache.

If that was the case, he had no way of making any comment.

After all, it was she who was persecuted, not himself.

It's really troublesome to get along with such people...

Guinevere sighed.

However, it may also be because of these events that followed that he had no time to continue to think about it, and was able to get rid of the many painful entanglements he had previously had with the Dragon Fairy.

After returning to his mansion, only the dim lights in the mansion hall were still on.

Guinevere knew that she was already asleep and didn't want to disturb her. After putting away his armor, Guinevere lay down on his bed.

A lot of things happened today...

The moonlight penetrated the window as usual, bringing a touch of light to the unlit room.

The moonlight is so beautiful, but it has nothing to do with me.

The young man raised his hand and took a look at the spell he was holding in his hand.

"Forget it, sleep."

Guinevere injected magic power into the spell bestowed by His Majesty.

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The next day, Guinevere got up early and was very energetic.

"The technique Your Majesty bestowed upon me is really useful."

The boy put on his clothes and couldn't help but sigh.

As he went downstairs, he subconsciously glanced at the room opposite his, that of the Fairy Knight Lancelot.

As for her, she will probably sleep for a while.

Guinevere pursed his lips and left his room.

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"His Majesty."

"coming?"

The Queen of Winter, with her long hair loose, showed a gentle look: "How did you sleep last night?"

"Thank you for the spell, Your Majesty. I slept well last night."

There was a faint smile on Guinevere's face.

"Well, this makes me feel relieved."

Morgan nodded softly, her ice-blue eyes looking at him involuntarily as he smiled at her.

He looks really good when he smiles. It would be a shame if he, who is already a handsome man, looked gloomy all the time.

"Then I will comb your Majesty's hair."

Guinevere stood up, and Morgan did not refuse. She then lightly lifted her lotus feet and moved to the mirror on the side of the bedroom.

Morgan sat down in front of Guinevere, and the boy's fingertips ran over the silver threads of the Winter Queen that were as silky as blue, and then he picked up the comb on the dressing table.

With every stroke of the comb, the silver threads, like flowing water and silk, naturally spread out.

Guinevere tied up the short hair on both sides, braided it, and finally put the left and right sides together to make one strand.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

“…Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

Although it was not the first time that Morgan had asked him to comb her hair, she still liked the feeling when he combed her hair. It was quiet and silent, and they only maintained contact with each other through their gestures, as if the whole world had quieted down.

No need to think about any frustrating relationships anymore.

There is no need to think about any laws that bind others.

All the worries are over here, and even the mind can be at peace.

This was something she, who was once full of energy, could not understand.

But it was also what she desired so much at this moment when she was exhausted.

"I hope your Majesty likes it."

"Hmm... if only you could show more, Guinevere."

Morgan couldn't help but whisper as he looked at the exceptionally docile young man in the mirror, the knight whom he trusted immensely.

"His Majesty?"

Guinevere naturally didn't understand what Morgan meant.

"You always look like you want nothing more, which actually makes me feel embarrassed."

Morgan's charming face, which was always cold and frosty in front of the ministers on the throne, would only be as gentle as it was now when facing just a few of them.

"Eh? Me?"