In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"Yes, Your Majesty, regarding the rebellion that was just mentioned."

Gawain, the tallest of the four fairy knights, who was appointed as the Lord of Manchester by His Majesty during the disaster a hundred years ago, knelt on one knee in front of the Queen of Winter and said.

“…Rebellion.”

His Majesty's expression did not change much, but his gentle gaze gradually converged, as if the beautiful lake light was once again sealed under solid ice.

"It's just a rebellion, not worth mentioning. If it were Gao Wenqing, he should be able to solve it... But."

The fairy knight Gawain, who originally thought that His Majesty meant to give the task of quelling the rebellion to himself, suddenly heard His Majesty change the subject.

"If you feel tired, please take a rest. I will send more of my royal troops to quell the rebellion. Please take a rest, Gao Wenqing."

The Queen's Army is the strongest military force in the entire Fairy Kingdom. In terms of combat effectiveness, perhaps only the legion formed by the Fang Clan, the most skilled fighters under Woodworth's command, can compete with it.

After all, since the Queen's Army was established by His Majesty Morgan 1,900 years ago, its achievements have gone beyond simply suppressing a disaster.

As long as there is no combat force like the Fairy Knight, the Queen's Army is almost invincible on the battlefield.

"——No, how could that be possible? How could I back down from helping Your Majesty solve his problems?"

"Well... then, Your Majesty, if Gao Wenqing is unwilling to go, then let me go."

The answer of the goblin knight Gawain and the initiative of Guinevere were rang out in front of the throne.

"——Hey, Guinevere, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

The Blood Fairy frowned slightly and said, "Isn't it just a rebellion? Like my mother said, we can easily solve it by sending out the Queen's Army, right?"

"If it really doesn't work...Mother☆"

The fairy knight Tristan looked at Morgan on the throne with a smile.

"In that case, how about letting Guinevere and I go together to clean up the rebellion in Swindon?"

Morgan was a little surprised that his daughter was interested in going. Although he didn't know what was going on, if his daughter wanted to go...

"Your Majesty, that..."

Guinevere tried to stop it.

"Alright."

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Pseudo-Act 64: Dim Moonlight

Under the order of His Majesty Morgan, the two fairy knights, Guinevere and Her Royal Highness the Princess, set out towards Swindon with their Thousand Knights Army.

"Ho..."

"What's wrong? Do you have to sigh even when walking? Has your mood gotten so bad?"

The fairy knight Tristan glanced at the fairy boy beside him who seemed tired for some reason.

"If I say that I am like this because of you, will you be angry?"

"Hmph, what do you think?"

The princess, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly frowned, and her eyes became ferocious.

The soldiers of the Knights' Army continued to advance in an orderly manner, and they did not dare to interrupt no matter how fiercely the two fairy knights quarreled with each other.

After all, Lord Guinevere is still okay, but Lord Tristan is...

She is a ruthless character who is always ready to see blood, and even they don't want to offend her.

...This bastard, it would be fine if he didn't even express gratitude for my company, but he actually had the nerve to say that!

The fairy knight Tristan silently endured Guinevere's unintentional words, and secretly made up his mind to make him pay in the future.

Soon, night fell.

After the starry night a few days ago, we can finally see that cool glow in the night sky tonight. Although it is only the beginning of the month, the moonlight is still a little dim.

Guinevere lit a bonfire, and the knights' soldiers formed groups of ten or a hundred, and simply built a complete defense system on the deserted plain. In this way, even if Moss attacked them under the cover of night, they would not be caught off guard.

Guinevere and the fairy knight Tristan were right in the center of the bonfires.

She wanted to order the soldiers to at least build a simple tent, but Guinevere thought that since it would only be used once, there was no need to waste time and energy on such an unnecessary task.

"Tsk, um—"

Her Royal Highness, whose dissatisfaction with Guinevere was almost reaching its critical point, sat with Guinevere beside the campfire, quietly waiting for the night to end.

"Well, Tristan."

"Hmm? What's wrong? What method have you thought of to harm me again?"

The Fairy Knight Tristan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"No... What I wanted to say is, thank you very much for what happened last night."

"Eh?"

After hearing Guinevere's sincere gratitude, she was stunned for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"I said, thank you very much for what happened last night."

Guinevere repeated it over and over again.

"Although this is just my own wishful decision, I am very grateful that you can explain this to me. Thank you."

Guinevere said this with great seriousness.

"........."

The fairy knight Tristan frowned slightly, feeling that the boy in front of him had become a stranger.

"Hmph... it's just a small favor. If you want to thank me, you can just express your gratitude to me, okay?"

The corners of Her Royal Highness's mouth curled up slightly, and she imitated what Guinevere had said to her on that moonlit night.

The fairy boy was slightly stunned, then chuckled and shook his head.

I never thought that this sentence would happen to me.

"What's wrong? Was what I said funny?"

"No, how could that be? I was just thinking about it. Actually..."

Guinevere paused and said, "It would be nice if Tristan could always be like this, and they could get along well with each other, right?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess was just provoking him out of habit, hoping to get some answers that would not satisfy her, so that she could continue to do excessive things or make demands on him.

But I didn't expect to get such an answer.

"Ahh... Is this the armistice? Guinevere?"

The fairy knight Tristan put away his increasingly outrageous smile and asked under the cool dim light and the orange bonfire.

"Then take it as you wish, Princess."

Guinevere indeed felt an unprecedented tiredness. Once the door of self-doubt in his heart was opened a crack, his future destruction was almost inevitable.

He was so tired that he didn't want to argue with anyone anymore. Just as he said last night, he was just particularly nostalgic for this "world" that could temporarily give him a small place to stay.

"...Okay then. I agree."

The Blood Fairy looked at Guinevere beside him with his eyes that were orange-red because of the bonfire.

This guy really looks like the moon.

Sometimes it’s flawless;

Sometimes it is dark and silent;

Other times, like now, there is a faint glimmer;

……Light.

Light.

She hates light, especially strong light like the sun.

But she didn't hate the moon, because the soft and cool moonlight would never burn her.

The bonfire burned quietly, dotted the barren wilderness.

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It was early the next morning.

The army began to assemble, prepare, and then began a forced march.

"All troops, get ready, go!"

Guinevere raised the magic sword in his hand and spoke loudly.

"--yes!!!"

What followed was a forced march of less than 200 miles, a short distance that was simply not worth mentioning for the goblin soldiers.

Soon the rebel stronghold of Swindon appeared on the horizon.

The battle to quell the rebellion began.

While the goblin soldiers locked onto their targets at a distance far beyond the limits of human vision, the rebels here also saw the strict and brutal military force almost at the same time.

Then, rockets, stones and other long-range weapons immediately poured down on them like rain.

"Ho-"

The goblin knight swung his sword violently, and a beam of demonic light suddenly cut through the relatively clear sky today.

"boom--!"

Amid the roar of the fire, the flying rockets and stones immediately lost their original power.

"--attack."

Guinevere raised his demon sword and led his goblin soldiers towards the fortress.

The tall knights, holding heavy and sharp halberds that were more than several meters long, crossed the battlefield like chariots, but what was faster than them, like wild horses and bulls, was a flash of black lightning.

"Faster! Faster! They are about to attack--"

Before the man on the fortress could finish his words, they were cut short by Guinevere's sword.

The black armor was splattered with bright red blood.

The black area in front of the helmet turned blood red, like an exploding blood flower.

Under the rebels' terrified and uneasy gazes, the knight who was like a black iris swung his sword and shook off the blood that did not match the red color of the sword.

"I'll give you one last chance."

The knight, as silent and ominous as a black iris, said as he swept the rebels who were too frightened to act rashly with his blindingly red sword.

"Surrender or die."

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PS: I will post the comments on the shelf at night

Remarks on the release (Special Theater)

Three young men who looked very similar walked onto the stage together.

Guinevere: Ahem.

■■■■: What's wrong? Not ready yet? Has it already started?

Alter: Now is not the time for you to start over.

Guinevere: Well, that’s not the point…why doesn’t Yue Yue (the author) come himself?

■■■■: He said he would stay for a while. He is still brushing the pages of C Dog's book.