In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Unconsciously, the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Another day has come to an end.

There will be a full moon tonight, but due to bad weather, we won’t be able to see the moon.

The dim light in the sky was obscured by the layers of clouds, and could not emit even a little bit of brilliance.

In the dim environment, Guinevere closed his eyes, but his long, slightly curled eyelashes still trembled slightly.

But... But, how can I sleep like this...

In loneliness, the unhealed wound of the soul began to hurt again, but Guinevere endured it and endured the pain in his heart.

Suddenly, a familiar sound of footsteps appeared in front of him.

It's not Tristan, it's...

"I heard from Tristan, you've been depressed long enough, haven't you?"

A calm and clear, soft but sharp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, and that voice was so familiar.

A noble figure in a black palace dress appeared in front of Guinevere.

The black palace skirt was embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the cold color highlighted the visitor's unparalleled temperament in the entire fairy kingdom.

The long hair, which was light silver with a hint of light blue, almost dragged to the ground, and the eyes like the moonlit lake took in the boy who had no protection at all.

Guinevere opened his eyes subconsciously, and then slowly raised his head to look at the person who was extremely important to him.

Coincidentally, at the same time, the night sky outside the window was filled with fog, as if a big hand was gently pushing away the clouds that blocked the moonlight.

The flawless, cool, soft light then shone directly into the wide windows, illuminating almost the entire living room.

At the same time, it also illuminated the stunning face of the person in front of Guinevere.

"His Majesty……"

Guinevere murmured subconsciously, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

"Ah."

Morgan said nothing, but raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that were sliding down the boy's eyes.

If her daughter hadn't told her, she wouldn't have even had time to notice that such a thing had happened.

"I……"

"If you haven't cried enough, keep crying. Just don't pour your emotions into unnecessary people and things in the future."

As a queen, she only dominates, but she will never betray the people she cares about.

"From now on, give me everything, okay?"

Those cold and beautiful eyes revealed the tenderness that belonged only to the Queen of Winter.

"…But I have nothing left to offer you, Your Majesty."

There was a hint of crying in Guinevere's tone.

"Whether it's strength or victory, or even everything I have now, all of this was given to me by you."

"…It doesn't matter. This is enough."

After a brief thought, or rather, there was no time to think at all, just a one-second pause, Morgan made his response.

There was a faint gentle smile on her face, but her tone was mixed with the unquestionable dominance of the Queen of Winter.

"Um……"

After that, Guinevere, who was tired of crying, fell asleep, and Morgan let him rest his head on his lap.

"..."

Looking at the boy's peaceful sleeping face, Morgan also showed a smile on his face.

Gently stroking his pleasing eyebrows and eyes, no matter how mean and picky a person is, he would never say bad things to such a beautiful man.

The only regret is that these eyes, which are taking a break, are a little red and swollen.

But even so, it is difficult to change his stunning appearance.

what a pity.

The Queen of Winter sighed softly, but at the same time she made up her mind that since this crying makeup didn't look good, she would just not cry in the future.

Not only should you not cry, but you should also laugh more.

She added silently.

Guinevere's smile is very beautiful, different from ■■■'s, it is a subtle and quiet smile.

She gently stroked Guinevere's eyebrows and eyes, and then couldn't help but inject her own magic power.

I didn't mean to hurt him, I just wanted to wipe off the tear makeup on his face, even though it would heal on its own in a few days.

But crying makeup doesn’t really suit him.

He is kind and considerate, just like ■■■ was in the past, but compared to her, Guinevere is still much better.

At least people don't have to worry about whether he will be bullied by other goblins.

It's a pity that such protection is only superficial. Just like this time, emotional trauma can still easily pierce his defenses.

Guinevere...what a lovable person.

Gently brushing the boy's face, Morgan whispered softly in his heart.

"Ah, it would be nice if I could always have someone like this around me."

The time they spent together naturally gave rise to this idea in her mind.

Well, maybe...it wouldn't be bad to take it a step further.

Let's just observe for now.

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PS: Someone lost, I won’t tell you who it is

Pseudo-Act 77: Moving

"Um..."

Guinevere slowly opened his eyes, which were no longer sore.

"——Hmm, are you awake?"

Morgan lowered his head slightly, with the corners of his lips curved in a way that was almost imperceptible if you didn't look closely.

"His Majesty……?!"

Guinevere was slightly stunned and found that His Majesty's posture seemed to be wrong. Then he realized that it was not His Majesty's posture that was wrong, but his own posture!

I seem to be enjoying His Majesty's lap pillow... the lap pillow from the Driftwood Culture...? !

"Have I disturbed your majesty by doing this...?"

"No... How could that be."

Morgan didn't want to waste time on such meaningless questions. She asked, "How did you sleep? Are you feeling a little better?"

"Yeah, a little better."

Guinevere slowly stood up with a faint smile on his face.

This time, although it is still a bit bitter, it is much better than the despair and sadness of last night.

Wait, last night?!

So now it is?!

Guinevere looked out the window, and the bright sunlight shone through the window, filling the entire hall of the mansion.

“Oh…oh…”

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Morning court, we're going to be late for it!"

Guinevere said in a panic.

"If you're late, then so be it. Besides, I didn't order you to go to the morning court today."

Morgan, on the other hand, acted very calm.

"But...but what about His Majesty? His Majesty also has to attend the morning court..."

"It's no big deal to miss the morning court for one day - humph, I've actually been wanting to say this for a long time."

Morgan snorted softly, even with a hint of pride in his tone.

"But--but--"

"Be at ease, my knight. I am actually already in the morning court, so there is nothing wrong with you staying here."

Morgan looked at the somewhat panicked boy and couldn't help but remind him.

As she spoke, she also started the magic of observing the entire Jade Throne, and on the Jade Throne, there was actually another Winter Queen sitting.

“——Your Majesty?! How could this be?!”

"Is this my hallucination, or is it a clone or something like that..."

Guinevere paused, and quickly thought that with the mysteriousness of the fairies, it seemed not impossible for them to do such a thing, not to mention the Queen of Winter who had ruled the Fairy Kingdom for two thousand years.

"You guessed it right. It is indeed a clone. It is a clone that is almost the same as the original."

Morgan had a very obvious playful smile on his face.

"I see... Your Majesty created a clone to help me? Thank you for your trouble——eh?"

Before Guinevere could finish his words, he was slowly pushed against the wall by Morgan, who was smiling and admiring his every move.

"His Majesty……?"

"No, you're wrong."

A familiar feeling like last night swept over him, and the malicious, playful smile on Morgan's face became even more intense.

"The one sitting on the jade throne is my clone, and the one standing here is naturally..."

“——Ehhhhhh?!”

Guinevere's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Ben... Ben Ben himself?!"

"uh-huh."

"Is this really okay...? Your Majesty... matters like the morning court are more important..."

Guinevere sighed softly, and at the same time shyly tried to avoid the gaze of His Majesty...If he said that he was not touched, he would be lying, and he couldn't even lie to himself.

"There's actually nothing important to do in the morning court. The boring time is much longer than the time when there are major events that need to be decided."

"I see...um...Your Majesty."

"Last night, it was Sir Tristan who asked you to come, right?"

"Well, she said she was worried about you. You were seriously injured this time. Although I gave Tristan the elixir, I still need to come and see you."

Morgan said calmly, but with a half-smile on his face.

"So it doesn't matter how long you want to rest, my knight."

"No... I think I've rested enough. Maybe it's time to start returning to my daily routine of serving His Majesty."

Guinevere shook his head slightly, then spoke seriously.

"...Actually, you're just afraid that if you calm down, you'll involuntarily fall into pain again, right?"

Although he had lost the eyes that could see through the essence and truth after thousands of years of vicissitudes, Morgan could still effortlessly read the boy's thoughts from his awkward eyes.

"um, yes."