In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Seeing that he could not hide the truth from His Majesty, Guinevere could only respond in a muffled voice.

Morgan didn't hate Guinevere's performance.

After being hurt, the timid boy, driven by pain, covered himself with thorns, closed his heart and protected himself.

This was a very natural behavior, but before Guinevere could completely lock the door of his heart, someone violently removed the window.

"…Your Majesty, may I ask you for one more thing?"

Guinevere looked at the queen who was so close to him and spoke softly.

"Well, tell me. I can satisfy your request as long as I can do it."

"Please assign me another place to live. This place may no longer be suitable for me to live in."

Morgan's eyes did not change. Guinevere's request was not unexpected to her, but reasonable.

"Have you made your decision?"

Morgan didn't want to see Guinevere regretting his decision later. He had assigned him and the fairy knight Lancelot to the same mansion because he was too young and perhaps needed someone to take care of him.

Now, he can stand on his own both in life and as a knight.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have made my decision."

"You won't regret it? If you were to move back so soon after you moved out, I would have to lower my opinion of you."

Although he said so, Morgan was just giving a kind reminder.

"…It's okay. I'm mentally prepared."

Guinevere tried hard to recover from this mental setback as quickly as possible.

However, when Morgan saw this scene, a hint of helplessness and heartache unconsciously emerged in those cold eyes.

That's how he is, surprisingly easy to guess.

"Okay then. I'll prepare a new residence for you. It will be a little more convenient for you to come to my place in the future."

Morgan turned around and took a deep breath. Now that he had said it, he couldn't back down.

...Tsk, it was just a thought that suddenly popped into my mind just now.

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Pseudo-Act 78: Residence

Then, Morgan took Guinevere through the corridor of the royal court and headed straight towards the center of the royal city.

"Wait... Your Majesty."

"what happened?"

"Um, are we in the wrong place?"

It wasn't like they had just arrived in Camelot. As the guard of His Majesty Morgan, Guinevere had basically memorized the topography of the royal city during this period of time. He realized that the direction was wrong after only taking a few steps.

With the palace towering on the edge of the cave and the jade throne located in the north of the cave as the center, radiating outward is the huge royal city in the south of Camelot that occupies 30% of the city area.

However, there are also distributions within the royal city. The southern royal city centered on the Jade Throne is the bedroom of His Majesty Morgan.

This is a restricted area that no goblins are allowed to enter without permission. Inside are all puppet guards made by His Majesty Morgan. Anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy.

The mansions of Lancelot and Guinevere are located in the Northern Royal City, which is an important place for receiving officials and clan leaders. The mansions of many ambassadors who are allowed to enter are also basically in the Northern Royal City.

The two are opposite each other from north to south, with a special royal court corridor in the center. There is a queen's knight stationed every three steps, and it is very strict.

And now, His Majesty Morgan was taking him straight south along the corridor of the royal court.

But what other mansions are there to live in further south? We are almost at His Majesty’s bedroom…

“Um, Your Majesty…!”

Guinevere gritted his teeth and called out to Morgan who was walking in front.

"What's the matter, Guinevere?"

Morgan was a little puzzled. Why didn't his knight leave? Normally, he took this route to serve him in the palace, right?

"Your Majesty, have you taken the wrong road? This is clearly connected to your bedroom..."

Guinevere hesitated to speak, but both the master and the servant understood what he meant.

"...Yes, it is the bedroom, is there any problem?"

Morgan continued to move forward, and Guinevere had no choice but to follow him. And because of this, Morgan did not let Guinevere see the unnatural expression on his face.

"But there is no house here for me to live in..."

"how come?"

Across the corridor of the royal court, the Queen's knights who stood guard every three steps were replaced by puppets made by Her Majesty herself using magic, symbolizing that they were entering the Queen's bedroom, which very few people were allowed to enter.

"Look for any palace you like on the way from here to my bedroom and stay there."

Guinevere looked at His Majesty's back, and a calm voice followed.

However, Morgan always felt a little uncomfortable behind him, but he didn't dare to look back at Guinevere, so he could only walk while speaking with all his strength.

"This... How can this be possible! How can I live in His Majesty's bedroom?!"

"…Huh? Why is this not allowed?"

Morgan was quite confident in the face of this question and even asked back.

"I am His Majesty's knight. How can I..."

"You are my knight and my bodyguard. Isn't it natural for you to live closer to me?"

Morgan didn't think there was anything wrong when he said this.

"But Lord Woodworth..."

"Hmm? What does this have to do with Woodworth?"

Morgan turned around, as if he had finally gotten the better of Guinevere.

"Besides, you and Woodworth are... different."

"Eh……?"

Guinevere's face was full of surprise.

"I trust Woodworth because he is the descendant of an important partner of mine who also devoted himself to the cause for 900 years."

"To me, he is more like a descendant who needs to be taken care of and is trustworthy. Other than that, I can't say that I have any emotion towards him that can be defined as "love" or "liking" in human cognition."

"And you...Guinevere."

Guinevere's attention was drawn to him, and he was actually curious about how His Majesty viewed him.

"…You are my knight, one of my most trusted people."

"is that so……"

For some reason, Guinevere felt a little lost and a little fortunate.

What's disappointing is that His Majesty's words seemed to mean nothing. Fortunately, at least His Majesty didn't give himself too much hope.

Maybe, at least it won't be like with Lancelot...

"Then... let's take this one."

Guinevere stopped and pointed to the palace, which was not too big compared to a bedroom, but was much larger than a room.

"This one... is good too. It's close to my bedroom."

Morgan had a faint smile on his face.

"His Majesty……"

Looking at Her Majesty the Queen, who was cold as ice during the morning court but extremely gentle when facing him, Guinevere pursed his lips subconsciously. To be honest, he really couldn't guess what Her Majesty was thinking.

...Is this really okay?

His heart couldn't help but beat for what His Majesty had done.

But he didn't know and couldn't guess.

...But at least, it's better than staying in that sad place.

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A beam of blue light cut through the gorgeous warm-toned sky and flew straight toward the center of the fairy kingdom, Camelot on the north side of the big hole.

The fairy knight Lancelot felt a little strange. He didn't know why Aurora, who had always been kind to him but never spent too much time with him, suddenly kept him for two days.

She didn't know why, but seeing that her beloved was still the same as before, she naturally agreed with joy.

After all, His Majesty has not arranged any tasks recently. Even if a rebellion really happens, His Majesty will send Guinevere and Gawain to suppress it together. She has been happy to have some free time these days.

However, happy times are always short-lived. The very next day, news came from Camelot that the King's Clan was invading.

Along with it came the news that the Fairy Light Knight Guinevere wielded his magic sword and burned away the army of the King's Clan.

Guinevere? Guinevere went alone to fight against the King's Clan?!

The Dragon Fairy was extremely surprised. Although the King's Clan was not a particularly powerful enemy to them, it was still the most powerful clan among the six clans. Even under the heavy rule of His Majesty Morgan, they still had very strong and powerful strength.

This was definitely not an easy battle. The fairy knight Lancelot could even imagine that it was not easy for Guinevere to win as the rumors said.

Realizing that Guinevere might be in danger, the dragon fairy did not dare to be negligent. Although Aurora was still reluctant to leave, he flew back to Camelot as soon as possible.

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PS: Add one more chapter

Pseudo-Act 79~What did you say?

There is something strange about the throne today.

Or rather, something is a little different.

Many fairies noticed that Guinevere, who usually stood beside His Majesty on the side of the throne, had disappeared.

This couldn't help but make many fairies fall into speculation and reverie.

Since the last time Guinevere was imprisoned in the dungeon for a few days because he angered His Majesty, or except when he was ordered to quell a rebellion, they had never seen the knight absent from the morning court.

"...It's so rare that Guinevere is not by your Majesty's side..."

"Did I make His Majesty angry again...?"

"Look... Tristan looks very upset today."

"Then it should be the same as before."

"He was injured... Although the demonic light burned all the King's Clan's troops, Guinevere was also seriously injured."

"It doesn't matter what the reason is... Guinevere is really unlucky, but he really deserves it... Hehe, he relies on the favor of His Majesty to act recklessly..."

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The pleasant sound of the piano rang out.

Just like when Her Royal Highness the Princess appeared on the scene covered in blood, the blood-red demon strings easily cut the gossipy ministers into bloody pieces of meat.

The blood plasma burst out all over the ground.

But this time, there was no one to block the dangerous demon string for them.

Her Royal Highness the Princess didn't say anything, but her actions showed that she was in a bad mood at the moment.

Her fingertips rested lightly on the demon bow, ready to chop those demons who had no gratitude at all into minced meat.

"——Tsk."

Now even Woodworth, who had always been unhappy with her, couldn't say anything.

But it seems that when did their relationship become so good? Weren't they at loggerheads before? Is this the sun rising from the west?