In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

However, facing all the destruction, she already knew that the King's Clan might still have the power to defeat the Fairy Knight, but not now.

This battle was meaningless. Morgan lost the twenty-eight carefully trained warriors, but she did not lose her fairy knight. Such a rash and foolish move was undoubtedly a failure.

however.

"The whole army was annihilated? This is far from being a complete annihilation."

Guinevere's voice came from the flickering sea of ​​fire.

Noknaliya turned her head suddenly.

"What—could it be..."

"——Sword, sing."

As if in response to Guinevere's voice, the sky turned blood red as the sword rang.

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PS: The seventh update

Pseudo-Act 72: The Night Before Awakening

In the end, Noknaliya still ran away.

The demonic light burned almost all the troops she brought with her. Even the shield made of the bark of the World Tree could not withstand the repeated burning of the demonic light and finally turned into useless charcoal.

Even though the entire army of the King's Clan fought desperately, in the end only a tenth of the defeated soldiers were left escorting the elders and the queen away in embarrassment.

Won.

It was just as predictable as always, and this time, right under the city of Camelot, on the edge of the big hole, not just His Majesty Morgan, everyone must have seen Guinevere's terrifying power that was like a disaster.

Moreover, with just a wave of his hand, he wiped out the army of the King's Clan, which had forced the other five clans to unite a thousand years ago.

This is the power of the Fairy Knight.

Black Iris bathed in fire, blood, and screams.

Guinevere of the Light.

After this battle, I'm afraid no one would dare to rashly start a clan war.

Because it doesn't make sense at all.

It doesn't matter who wins or loses between the two clans.

Because no matter the winner or the loser, the only outcome is death after violating the orders and laws of His Majesty Morgan.

This is also why His Majesty Morgan has always condoned, or indulged, his knights' ruthless killings, because such behavior will eventually reach a tolerable critical point.

Not everyone is willing to accept death, even fairies can give birth to the next generation.

But Morgan could accept the death and decline of any clan, as was demonstrated 1,100 years ago.

The Queen of Winter never worries that the death of fairies will cause her any losses. After all, fairies themselves are like recyclable garbage.

No matter how many times you die, as long as your soul is not damaged, you can continue to give birth to new generations.

Standing behind the throne, the Queen of Winter remained silent, staring at everything happening on the other side of the big hole.

This is probably the last piece of the puzzle to put an end to the meaningless internal friction of clan wars.

Due to the strength of the Queen's Army, the Fairy Knights, and her own strength, no one would dare to act rashly.

It's just that Guinevere has worked hard...

"Oh... cough, cough, cough!"

Guinevere tiredly pounded the magic sword and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The wounds on the body were not particularly painful. Although they were serious, as long as there was enough magic power, these were just superficial injuries that would heal in a few days.

On the north side of the bottomless cave, the once lush hills turned into a sea of ​​fire, until finally, even the evil fire gradually burned out.

As if he felt a familiar gaze, Guinevere subconsciously turned his head and looked at the towering capital city of the Big Hole that looked like a defense line. He noticed the gaze from Camelot.

Is it your majesty? Or...Lancelot...

Could she have come back already?

Forget it, there's no point thinking about this now.

Guinevere shook his head, trying to sober himself up a little.

Although I won, it wasn't a pretty win. This was the first time I was pushed to this extent...

We must return to Camelot as soon as possible.

Under the strong wind blowing in from the cave, his blood-stained black hair could no longer flutter in the air as before.

The speed of returning to Camelot also slowed down, and we had no choice but to go back to Camelot along the big hole.

With every step he took, the wounds of all sizes on his body ached slightly. The blood that had solidified on his body after the fighting made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Besides that... he didn't know if it was his illusion, but the wind from the big hole was always mixed with a smell as if something was burning. Guinevere originally thought that it was caused by his own demon fire that turned the north side of the big hole into a sea of ​​fire.

However, until he reached the leeward side of the cave, the burnt smell did not dissipate.

This made the tired elf boy focus his attention on the huge hole with a radius of nearly 30 kilometers, which was still bottomless even under the brightest sunlight at noon.

What is in this big hole...

But I still can't come up with anything just by thinking about it.

Perhaps only His Majesty knows...

Guinevere murmured silently in his heart as he went around the leeward side of the big hole.

Soon after, it was Camelot's side door.

Then we can go back to Camelot.

“Hahahaha, hahahahaha!”

Just as he was approaching the eastern gate of Camelot, Guinevere suddenly heard cheerful laughter.

Then, he saw two fairies from the Wind Clan fighting with each other, spreading their wings, flying into the air, and heading southwest.

"A fairy from the Wind Clan?"

The elves who were playing and joking with each other as they left naturally did not notice the figure of the young man under the wall of Camelot. Guinevere looked at the figure of the Wind Clan flapping their wings and leaving, and could not help but murmur subconsciously.

It's really strange that there are fairies who can come and go freely in Camelot...

As residents of Camelot, generally speaking, few people would take the initiative to leave Camelot. After all, Camelot and other cities in the Fairy Kingdom are completely two different worlds. The fairies living here are all the highest-ranking fairies. With their personalities and behaviors, they probably would never leave the favorable environment of Camelot and run to the poor mountains and bad waters where other lower-level fairies live.

Could it be that he is not a resident of Camelot?

Guinevere speculated, but did not stop as he came to the eastern side gate of Camelot.

"Lord Guinevere, thank you for your hard work in dealing with the King's Clan."

The Queen's Knight guarding the city gate couldn't help but say as he looked at Guinevere who was covered in wounds.

"Well, it's okay."

"His Majesty has issued an order. If you are tired, go back and rest. It doesn't matter if you make a report or deal with it tomorrow."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty... However, I will still go to find Your Majesty as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Guinevere."

The Queen's Knight bowed and said that among the four fairy knights, although Guinevere had not been in office for a long time, his achievements were obvious to all.

"No, I just did a little thing for His Majesty..."

"By the way, were there two fairies from the Wind Clan who just came? Or were they the residents who left?"

Guinevere asked, recalling what he had just seen.

"Oh, you mean this... They are goblins sent by Salisbury, saying they want to give something to you, Lord Guinevere."

"I?"

Guinevere almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Then, the Queen Knight took out a translucent crystal.

"They asked me to pass this on to you, Lord Guinevere... But it's just something from the Wind Clan. If you don't need it, I'll just destroy it."

"That's not necessary. Since it's given to me, I'll keep it for now."

Guinevere took the translucent crystal from the Queen's Knight.

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PS: The eighth update

Pseudo-Chapter 73: It’s time to wake up from the dream

When he came back, the mansion was still empty.

"Lancelot... still hasn't come back?"

Guinevere sighed.

Never mind, maybe she is still busy...

The boy gave up chasing the dragon fairy and dragged his wounded body into the quiet mansion.

There is nothing I can do if I can't wait for her. It would be better to take a rest as soon as possible and then report to His Majesty...

While thinking this, Guinevere was about to put the strange crystal aside, but he accidentally dropped the crystal sent by the fairy of the Wind Clan to the ground because of the pain when he raised his hand.

Fortunately, the hall of the mansion was covered with carpets, and the crystal fell on the thick carpet and did not break.

"Oh... not bad."

Although I don’t know what this crystal is, it would not be a good thing if it was broken directly.

Guinevere could only endure the pain, bend down and reach out to pick up the crystal that fell on the carpet.

However, just as he picked up the translucent crystal again with his blood-stained hands, the crystal suddenly released a soft light and was activated.

A curtain of light was then projected from the crystal and unfolded.

"this is……"

The light screen projected on the wall of the mansion was where he once lived.

"The Great Cathedral of Salisbury..."

Guinevere looked at the scenes projected from the crystal and spoke subconsciously.

Under the dome of light, a ray of light was falling—and Guinevere knew exactly who it was.

After all, which fairy can fly in the sky more freely than a bird?

There will be no one else but her.

Guinevere couldn't help but pursed his lips. His premonition told him that perhaps the best option for him would be to completely smash this crystal of unknown origin now. If so, at least he would have a reason to continue to immerse himself in this beautiful dream.

However, he couldn't do it. If it were him, this very simple magical creation could be crushed by just moving his fingers.

--But.

The same choice was once again placed before him.

Should I continue to indulge in this dream - or be stung by the cold reality.

It was as if fate deliberately made him go through such tests and make such painful choices again and again.

However, every time this problem is put in front of me, I find myself lacking the courage to face it.

Because no matter how slow and stupid you are, you should have realized it by now.

Unconsciously, Guinevere loosened his hand. He wanted to see what was going to happen next, which might be an extremely cruel ending for him.

Or rather, reality.