In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Guinevere's voice no longer contained the heart-wrenching sorrow of last night, leaving only the residual warmth of ashes from a wildfire.

"I'm also wrong for not speaking up until now about something I've already understood... In short, perhaps we should end this complicated relationship, Sir Lancelot."

"Wait, what are you talking about, Guinevere? Why can't I understand what you're saying?"

Seeing the situation deteriorate rapidly, even worse than before, the Fairy Knight Lancelot couldn't suppress his anxiety and said.

"Besides, even if that's the case, we're still friends, right?! Then why..."

"So do you think normal friends can really be like us?"

"Eh?"

Even so, Guinevere still turned his back to Lancelot. He no longer wanted to look at her.

"It's about time for the lie about friends to end... Actually, friends are of no importance to you anyway, right?"

"——"

The goblin knight Lancelot was shocked by Guinevere's words.

"That time in Salisbury... No, no, Guinevere, let me explain..."

"...That's enough. If you don't want me to have the last impression of you shattered, stop making excuses, okay?"

Guinevere's tone revealed a deep weariness. Time and again, in order to preserve this emotion and the attachment that he thought was love, he comforted himself, even deceived himself.

This is really boring.

He never felt tired of this, but it all lost its meaning under her words.

"But you really misunderstood..."

"What did you misunderstand? ... Did you misunderstand your sweet words? Or do you want to say that even that was just a trick to please someone?"

"And how can you explain that, Lancelot?"

Guinevere endured it silently. Even though his dream had been completely shattered, the pain of tearing through reality made his delicate fingertips tremble slightly.

"Let's stop talking here. Sorry, my injury hasn't fully healed yet, so I won't keep you company any longer."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your help."

Along with Guinevere's voice, Morgan's fingertips danced slightly, and the light curtain thickened. Not only the sound, but everything inside was blocked, as if a hazy veil was covered, making it impossible for the Dragon Fairy to see Guinevere's figure clearly.

"Don't hold on any longer. You're feeling pretty bad yourself, aren't you?"

Morgan was watching the two people's conversation quietly. She didn't want to add fuel to the fire, but she was a little worried that Guinevere would still be hurt by this relationship that was doomed to end badly.

"Oh, yes."

Guinevere hunched his body slightly, his delicate face full of fatigue.

"Is this a cruel choice for you? Perhaps you two shouldn't have met in the first place."

Morgan looked at his knight with pity. The young man who used to be as quiet and elegant as an iris, now seemed to have experienced this cruel storm. His head was hung and he was no longer as charming as before.

"No, Your Majesty."

Guinevere put away his extremely complicated feelings and said.

"Perhaps this side is unavoidable no matter what, but at least after seeing this side, I can let it go better after everything is over."

…………

…………

PS: No, do you have any misunderstanding about a princess whose intelligence and quotient are slightly suppressed by a group of children? Isn't it natural for a child to ask his mother for help when he encounters something he doesn't know how to do?

Although I really like what a certain big shot said in the comment section, this also requires a process. Expecting others to deal fatal damage with the first attack, you think too highly of Yao Cui.

Pseudo-Chapter 81: Fall

"It would be great if you could think that way."

Morgan then raised his fingertips and gently grasped the boy's hand.

"His Majesty……?"

Guinevere was slightly stunned, obviously not coming out of his previous state.

"Didn't you say that yourself? Your injury hasn't healed yet."

The delicate fingertips gently stroked the boy's fair skin, which was not any fairer than hers, and then the five fingers opened slightly, and passed through the gaps between the boy's five fingers, fitting tightly together.

"Your Majesty?! You…"

The slightly cold touch was transmitted to the other party's senses through the sensitive fingertips. After being slightly stunned, Guinevere subconsciously tried to break free from Morgan's gradually tightening delicate fingertips, but failed.

"Don't move."

A trace of warmth passed through Morgan's fingertips to Guinevere's white palm, and then flowed through his body like water, taking away the last of the pain.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Morgan said with very clear concern in his tone.

"No, how could that be... Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

The King's Clan was left with only some superficial injuries, which he did not care much about. He also did not want to waste His Majesty's time because of such an insignificant matter.

"No matter what, don't push yourself too hard. I hope you can remember this."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty... and, that..."

For no reason, Guinevere recalled a time before when His Majesty also suddenly held his hand.

Your Majesty's hands are delicate and smooth, like warm jade. They feel cool and comfortable when held.

Of course, he didn't hate this feeling at all, but he didn't want His Majesty to be dissatisfied with him because of it.

"Ok?"

"hand……"

Guinevere's voice was so low that it seemed as if he alone could hear it.

Morgan seemed to remember that this was not the first time they had shaken hands like this, but it seemed that no matter this time or the last time, Guinevere was somewhat resistant to physical contact between him and himself.

"Guinevere, do you hate this?"

For some reason, Morgan, who had only been thinking about it, asked the question calmly.

"Eh, how, how could it be... But I think His Majesty would definitely resist this kind of thing..."

Guinevere subconsciously looked up at the Majesty in front of him, for whom he had given everything, but the Majesty's expression did not change, which made him feel ashamed and embarrassed.

"But the truth is, I don't hate you, Guinevere."

Morgan had a faint smile on his face, and his gentle gaze was like a clear spring that had melted the ice in the lake that had been cold for a thousand years, nourishing the boy's broken heart.

"……His Majesty……"

Guinevere pursed his lips. He didn't know how to react or what kind of response he should give at this moment.

Although he trusted His Majesty from the bottom of his heart, he still couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Will I encounter something like Lancelot again...

He no longer wanted to experience the pain of having his dreams shattered again.

Whether it is a fairy or a human, avoiding the source of pain after being hurt is the instinct of life.

Both on the physical level and in the spiritual world.

While the faint and quiet aura of the boy pleased his nerves, Morgan also saw the hesitation and resistance in Guinevere's starry eyes.

What should I do at this time...

……correct.

She remembered Tristan saying that.

——"Guinevere is a hypocritical, troublesome, sentimental, indecisive guy. Apart from his loyalty to his mother, he has no merits at all."

Morgan couldn't help but sigh softly when he thought of what his lovely daughter said.

In Tristan's eyes, is Guinevere so useless?

She didn't feel that way at all.

However...given his personality, he probably wouldn't dare to speculate too much about himself.

In that case.

...So we still need to take the initiative, right?

"Guinevere."

Morgan's tone unexpectedly turned cold, as if she had suddenly returned to the throne, facing many ministers, the Winter Queen of the clan.

Morgan's voice made Guinevere's body react subconsciously, as if in the blink of an eye he had turned back into the queen's most loyal knight.

However, what awaited Guinevere was not the queen's harsh and cold order, but a slightly cold embrace accompanied by a faint and elegant fragrance of flowers that could not be identified.

"Your Majesty, wait—"

Morgan's sudden hug was even more shocking to Guinevere than the Queen's cold order, just like a newly frozen lake that was easily broken by a falling rock, causing huge and violent ripples.

Guinevere was stunned, but when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but subconsciously want to struggle, to struggle out of her gentle embrace, the trap that healed the pain.

But it's too late, no matter how you think about it, it's too late.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! How can this be--"

"Don't struggle, this is my order."

Morgan ordered, while slowly hugging Guinevere's already thin body.

When she opened her arms and hugged the boy in her arms, the boy, who usually had a thin figure, seemed even smaller, even though they were both about the same height.

The elegant scent that always lingered around the tip of his nose, always teasing his nerves inadvertently, also became stronger.

Looking back on it this way, it seems like he has always been like this.

Kind and stupid.

That's why you get hurt like this.

Endearing.

"It doesn't matter. No matter what setbacks or difficulties I encounter, I will always trust you, my knight, Guinevere."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

Guinevere lowered his hands slightly in the air, and then, little by little, he gently hugged the soft embrace in front of him, stiffly like a low-quality doll.

The still somewhat immature cheeks were sunken in Morgan's messy silver hair. Guinevere subconsciously leaned against the queen whom he had always trusted and admired so much, and a silver bead slid down from the corner of his eyes.

Tears fell and dripped onto the ground, and the faint sound echoed in the huge palace.

"........."

Morgan could naturally hear the sound of the boy's tears falling to the ground in her arms, but she said nothing.

Let these last tears dilute all the pain that has ever been suffered.

…………

…………

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

Pseudo-Act 82: Sir Lancelot, please respect yourself

At the morning court the next day, the ministers discovered a figure that they never saw on weekdays.

Fairy Knight Lancelot.

The most beautiful fairy in Britain, the dragon fairy.

It's really rare. After all, the Fairy Knight Lancelot doesn't need to attend the morning court on weekdays. He basically takes actions directly based on the direct orders of His Majesty Morgan.

Ever since she and Guinevere were given names by His Majesty, the few times she appeared in the morning court were to report on a series of tasks such as eliminating disasters.