In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"my business?"

"To be precise, it's between you and Lancelot."

Guinevere was silent for a moment, and the gaze from his starry eyes rested on Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"There's nothing to discuss between Lancelot and me, right?"

"Of course not. You should be able to guess what she and I quarreled about even if you didn't hear it, right?"

The words of the fairy knight Tristan caused Guinevere to be silent for a while.

"........."

"Are you unwilling to face it, or are you unwilling to listen to my advice?"

The fairy knight Tristan hated the way he remained silent the most. Whenever he frowned and looked sad, he looked really ugly.

"I have nothing to face, and I have nothing to advise you on."

Guinevere lowered his eyes and murmured to himself.

I don't know whether he was answering her or himself.

"Guinevere...!"

"Are you pretending to be stupid in front of me? You can obviously see all this! You are so smart, you must be able to see it! Why?!"

The Blood Fairy, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed Guinevere's face and spoke angrily.

"That girl is just using you to get something she can't get from others. Why don't you understand?!"

"I don't care what you said."

Guinevere just answered calmly, as if she was angry at her own weakness.

“Damn it! What kind of magic potion did Lancelot give you? She was just using you as a tool to gain affection!”

——Why can’t this person be me?

Her heart was screaming like this, but she couldn't say it out loud.

"So I said, I don't care. It's definitely not going to be a good outcome in the end anyway."

Guinevere gritted his teeth silently.

"Then why are you still-"

"——Because she saved me... She saved me! She was the one who brought me up from the Dragon Skeleton Lake area in Albion! For a fairy, isn't this reason enough?!"

Guinevere protested loudly.

"From the moment she lifted me up from the quagmire of dragon bones, it was destined to happen."

"I am a fairy with nothing. Other fairies at least have records of their previous generations and clan companions, but I have nothing, nothing... It's completely blank."

"I don't know what others think, and I don't care what others do. I only know that at that moment, it was Lancelot who hugged me as I struggled in the cold water."

"Fairies always need a 'purpose' to stay alive and stay active, right?"

"You...what do you mean?"

"…Nothing, it's just that, maybe, maybe…from the moment she saved me, I already…liked her."

It's dark. Today is a starry night without any moonlight. Although the sky is dotted with stars and the stars are flowing, they are unable to illuminate the earth under the night sky.

The only light that could give them at this moment was the cold lights that were lit at every step inside the royal court.

"Just for such a cliché reason?"

The fairy knight Tristan looked at the young man who seemed to have lost all light under the starry night and took two steps back.

But I found that he seemed different at this moment than he was under the moonlight.

At that time, he was like the cold moonlight, cold but gentle, like a bubble that everyone could see but could not touch.

But now he really is like the moon that cannot be seen tonight, becoming so dim.

I don't know if this is just a temporary illusion or...

"This is not a cliché reason, it's just because I was saved in this way."

Guinevere did not get so angry that he could no longer hide and refute in a panic, but just spoke lightly.

"But do you know that even if this is the case, you don't have to live like this... just like those humans you adopted."

Fairy Knight Tristan still did not intend to give up and continued speaking.

“But that’s what I chose.”

"You--you bastard, why are you so stubborn! I've already told you that this won't lead to any result!"

"So I said, I never expected any good ending. Even if this is just my momentary delusion, I still want to stay by her side."

"Even if I get nothing, even if it's just like this now, that's enough."

"Tsk...you have to wait until you see the coffin before you cry?"

"I don't know. To be honest, I'm also scared that she would just throw it away like it was something insignificant."

Guinevere lowered his eyes, and continued to pour out his thoughts which were hidden deep in his heart.

"...If that time comes, what should I do? What should I do? What can I leave behind if I lose this home?"

"Then you still..."

"But I have no choice."

Guinevere smiled, and for some reason, she felt her heart tighten when she saw the smile on the boy's face.

"Even though this dream has not been shattered until this moment, I still want to keep it going."

He just said this, even though he faced rejection after rejection, and every word was as sharp as a knife.

"you……"

Fairy Knight Tristan really didn't know what to say.

The most difficult thing about convincing others is not the truth that they lack, but the fact that even if they know the truth, they still choose to go their own way.

Until now, what else could she do to persuade him?

No matter what you say, it's useless.

"Oh... I really can't explain it to you clearly, asshole."

"Forget it. I hope that when that day comes, you won't regret it... But don't cry too ugly, okay?"

The Fairy Knight Tristan completely gave up the idea of ​​persuading him at this moment, and turned and left.

Guinevere just looked at her back, and for once he felt that the princess had become a little abnormal.

Forget it, there’s no point in thinking so much anyway... It’s getting late, let’s go back to sleep.

Guinevere returned to the room, but could not see Lancelot.

Maybe he was asleep.

After having my blood sucked, the drowsy feeling could never be erased.

Staring at the familiar ceiling, Guinevere slowly closed his eyes.

"——"

The door was pushed open.

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Pseudo-Act 63: Chaotic Mistakes

"Guinevere..."

Looking at the beautiful man lying on the bed, and seeing him close his beautiful starry eyes full of fatigue, the fairy knight Lancelot couldn't help but whisper his name.

While the young man closed his starry eyes and fell into a deep sleep, the dragon fairy couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to touch his smooth cheek.

But the delicate fingertips just stayed in mid-air and did not fall down.

Looking at Guinevere's peaceful sleeping face, the beautiful and moving dragon fairy couldn't help but pursed her lips gently.

As expected, I shouldn't have had any contact with him...

She should have known long ago that it was impossible for this ridiculous ambiguous relationship between them to continue forever...all of this would eventually come to an end.

Maybe... maybe, it's time to find an opportunity to separate from Guinevere.

However, if she chose to leave without saying a word, Guinevere would definitely look for her everywhere, which was not the result she wanted.

...Then just take it step by step.

Slowly keep a distance from him and distance yourself from him. Maybe after a period of time, when you say you want to leave, he won't care so much anymore.

This mistake should have been ended by her herself.

It is better for this relationship, which will never have a happy ending, to end as soon as possible, so as to ensure that the harm to him is minimized.

"I'm sorry, Guinevere."

The dragon fairy placed her slightly cold fingertips on Guinevere's cheek. With an attachment that she was not aware of, she slightly opened her cherry lips and whispered in the ear of the sleeping boy.

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The next day, Guinevere resumed his usual busy schedule, getting up early and heading for his Majesty's bedroom.

The following time was an ordinary morning court.

Just as His Majesty Morgan said, the audience has always been filled with boring faces, unchanging praises, and postures that make people feel disgusted involuntarily.

Guinevere could now more or less understand why His Majesty had once disliked these goblins.

Because what Your Majesty said is right, these goblins are indeed very boring, so much so that after a long time, one will involuntarily feel annoyed.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Even you are bored by the boring court?"

The morning court ended. When thirty ambassadors and one hundred officials left the throne in order, the fairy knight Tristan, who was originally standing under the throne, walked to the armrest of the throne, which was the position where Guinevere usually stood by His Majesty, and teased.

"…Being bored is one thing, but how to act on it is another, Sir Tristan."

Guinevere was slightly stunned, trying hard to get rid of the messy thoughts of last night.

Although he was a little surprised that his thoughts and ideas were seen through by the troublesome Princess, Guinevere kept his expression unchanged. After spending some time with her, he could not say that he knew her completely, but at least he had some understanding of her.

"Hmph, whatever you say."

The Fairy Knight Tristan snorted softly. Although he was extremely unhappy with this guy's answer last night, he didn't care.

“The relationship has improved a lot.”

Aurora, the chief of the Wind Clan who had not yet shut down the communication, said with a smile.

"Well, after all, we are all knights under His Majesty's command. It is better to maintain harmony no matter what."

The Mirror Clan's chieftain, Ainsel, echoed the sentiment, and even the chieftains of several other clans were a little surprised.

"Haha, it's really rare, Ainsel, that you would actually interrupt and talk."

The powerful atavistic Yaling, Woodworth, who was known as the Duke of Oxford, snorted, and then said dissatisfiedly: "By the way, Guinevere, what's the matter with you?!"

He was referring, of course, to Guinevere's current relationship with the goblin knight Tristan.

“…I can only say that it’s hard to explain.”

Guinevere sighed and said.

"——Tsk."

Looking at his expression, Woodworth could probably guess what had happened between them.

His anger also dissipated completely at once, and for a moment, Woodworth looked at Guinevere with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Her Majesty Morgan just watched without interrupting or interrupting them until their communication ended. Her eyes were fixed on a certain fairy knight who had remained silent.

"What's wrong? Gawain, what's going on?"

Guinevere and the Princess Royal then noticed that one of their diligent colleagues had not left at this time.