In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

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PS: The tenth update. Okay, we have completed ten consecutive updates.

PS2: After thinking about it, how about offering a reward?

1000 recommendations per update, 100 monthly tickets per update

100 blades per update, 10000 rewards per update.

Just some recommendations and monthly votes will be enough. I only said the following just to make it complete. I don’t have these things anyway.

We'll see how things go by next Friday.

It's been pretty awesome these past two days, I don't want to take advantage of you, I'll add two chapters tomorrow, a total of five chapters

Pseudo-Act 75: Fragility and determination

It was unknown how long it had passed before Guinevere slowly opened his dim starry eyes.

What's wrong with me?

The boy subconsciously tried to prop himself up, but he felt his body was as heavy as if it was filled with lead.

Not only that, my right hand was also very sore.

He subconsciously looked at his body, but found that apart from the conspicuous demon mark, his fair body was covered by a white bath towel and the hideous wounds could no longer be seen.

"Awake, awake?"

A slightly panicked voice sounded in his ears. Guinevere turned his head subconsciously, only to find the fairy knight Tristan sitting beside the bed.

"Tristan?"

Guinevere looked at the princess who was extremely proud and domineering in daily life, even arrogant. He didn't know what was wrong with her today. Her delicate and beautiful face turned red, as if she was trying to avoid his gaze.

"You, you're awake, Guinevere..."

Normally, the fairy girl would maintain her arrogant attitude even when facing Guinevere, but today, she didn't know what was wrong with her. Her voice was intermittent, and even her tone was a little lower than usual.

"My injuries...?"

Guinevere subconsciously raised his hands, and the white bath towel slipped off his body.

"—!"

The fairy knight Tristan subconsciously clamped his graceful legs wrapped in red tights.

"Okay, okay, put your clothes on quickly, you damn exhibitionist, it's so disgusting!"

It seemed as if she suddenly realized that she would not lie there like a weakling in normal times... Even though she really had no strength left, she still spoke in a timid tone.

As she spoke, she grabbed the clothes that had been prepared long ago and threw them on Guinevere.

"Yeah, you're right."

Guinevere nodded, but he also realized that it seemed that only Tristan was by his side now, so who helped him take off his clothes and heal his wounds?

The young boy couldn't help but secretly glance at the fairy girl beside him with his starry eyes.

However, what he didn't expect was that he shouldn't be discovered when he was rummaging through his clothes, but the moment he turned his eyes away, he met the other person's grey eyes.

"........."

The atmosphere between the two became a little awkward.

"Um... I'm changing clothes... Can't you step away for a moment?"

Guinevere asked.

The fairy knight Tristan was slightly stunned when he realized that he was looking at the guy's smooth body uncontrollably, and then he realized what he was saying.

"——If anyone wants to avoid it, it should be you!"

Her Royal Highness the Princess blushed and drove the owner of the room away.

Guinevere had no choice but to wrap himself in the towel on the bed, put on his clothes and walked out of his room barefoot.

When Guinevere left the room and she heard the rustling sound of clothes outside the door, she quickly moved her legs to clean up the mess on her seat.

Damn it, why did this bastard wake up at this time...

The princess, feeling like she was almost finished, let out a breath.

She really couldn't move just now, otherwise she would be exposed...

After Guinevere put on his clothes, the fairy knight Tristan also went downstairs.

"Did you help me with my injury? Thank you."

Guinevere rubbed his extremely sore right wrist. He clearly hadn't hurt his wrist before he fell into a coma, but for some reason, it felt so sore after he woke up.

Seeing Guinevere twisting his wrist, Her Royal Highness's expression seemed somewhat unnatural.

"Hmph, you are at least my...friend, right? It's not that hard to help you do this."

Fairy Knight Tristan paused noticeably, as if he was thinking about what words to use.

"——Isn't it your food... or something like a blood-replenishing pack?"

Guinevere lowered his head and chuckled. For some reason, the fairy girl heard a hint of teasing in his tone.

"It's okay. There's no need to hide it. Just say whatever's on your mind. I won't blame you."

This is not how Guinevere should be.

The fairy knight Tristan, who had fought with him for so long and now became his friend, was very sensitive to the changes in the boy.

"Hey, Guinevere, what's the matter with you?"

The princess's direct question caught Guinevere off guard. He paused and then shook his head.

"What can I do? I'm fine."

"Tsk, who did you learn this bad habit of leaving your words half-sentenced from?!"

Fairy Knight Tristan said with a frown.

"I saw you with this ugly face when I came downstairs. It was so ugly."

"Yeah, I almost started to hate myself. From this perspective, you are not wrong."

"Guinevere!"

The fairy girl couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Did those guys from the King's Clan beat you into a pulp?!"

"You're not usually this submissive! At least show me some of your former confidence!"

"...I don't have any confidence to begin with, do I? I'm just like a drowning bird making its last extravagant hope."

Guinevere smiled, but this pretended open-minded voice only exposed his fragile inner self in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess who knew him very well.

"—I said."

A possibility emerged in the mind of the Fairy Knight Tristan.

"Why did you suddenly become like this...wait, is it Lancelot's side..."

"Okay, I'm fine. I really am fine."

There was a slight tremor suppressed in Guinevere's calm voice.

The dim starry eyes escaped the demon's gaze, and Guinevere turned around.

"…So, don't mention Lancelot anymore, okay?"

"What happen to you guys?"

If it were any other time, the fairy knight Tristan would probably wake up laughing in his dreams when he saw how Guinevere treated Lancelot.

But when she saw Guinevere's expression finally calm and the sound of his faint struggle, she couldn't laugh at all.

"……nothing."

Guinevere said softly, "It is only a dream that has awakened."

"then you……"

"Since the dream has ended, there is no need to hold on to anything."

Guinevere's tone was particularly resolute.

Yes, that's just the kind of person he is. He longs for care and love more than anyone else, and he's more afraid than anyone else that everything he's facing will be shattered.

More fragile than anyone else, yet more resilient than anyone else;

More indecisive than anyone else, more resolute than anyone else;

"So, can you give me some quiet time?"

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Pseudo-Act 76: Redemption under the Moonlight

After being turned away by Guinevere, the fairy knight Tristan looked at the closed door of the mansion, gritted his teeth in hatred, but still left.

How could the door that stood between her and Guinevere at this moment be just a door?

It's a strong mental defense.

Considering that my talent for eloquence is mostly focused on insulting others, I'm afraid there's no way I can easily break down Guinevere's defenses.

Tsk, what should I do?

Damn Lancelot!

When the fairy knight Tristan thought of this, he couldn't help but spit at the dragon fairy who might still be in Salisbury and having a disgusting relationship with that scumbag.

The same thing happened to Guinevere! What did I tell him before? He just wouldn't listen!

Now, I lock myself up to have some peace and quiet.

What have you been doing so far?

However, although she was full of resentment towards him whose personality and behavior made her extremely angry, she would not really do nothing.

"Oh, forget it."

She let out a breath of foul air.

Well then, who can persuade him at this time?

The fairy knight Tristan already had the answer to this question almost the moment it appeared in his mind.

"...Yes, why not just go find mother?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess was stunned for a moment, but then she couldn't help feeling a little proud that she was worthy of being the one who found the reasonable and optimal solution so easily.

Isn't Guinevere the guy who listens to our mother the most?

As long as we let mother take action, won’t this be easy?

The fairy girl, with a bright smile on her face again, immediately took action. The crisp sound of her high heels stepping on the smooth floor echoed in the corridor of the royal court.

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Guinevere in the room heard the footsteps of the Fairy Knight Tristan leaving, and then sighed as if in a dream.

Tristan really cares about me after all. Is it really okay to treat her like this?

This question kept flickering in Guinevere's mind.

However, having just experienced a disaster that shattered his dream, he didn't know whether his actions, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw, would be the beginning of the next disaster.

What should I do now that I have lost Lancelot? What is my own meaning? Who can answer this question for me?

Guinevere lowered his head and hugged his knees on the sofa.

Instead of deceiving himself by saying he is planning for the future, what future does he have?

It's just a cowardly escape.