In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

At other times, it is very difficult to even see her.

However, even so, no one went up to talk to her. After all, she was the most beautiful fairy in the whole Camelot and even in the fairy kingdom. Although the fairies did not care about being ashamed of themselves, they still just watched silently from the side.

Since Lancelot appears here, there must be some reason, right?

For example...Guinevere?

Well, that's something most goblins would be able to guess.

After all, Guinevere lived in the same mansion as Lancelot, and the relationship between the two must be very good.

It's only natural to do things you wouldn't normally do for the sake of your good friends, right?

In fact, the goblins' guess was not wrong, they were even correct.

The fairy knight Lancelot came to the morning court today just for Guinevere.

Because of what happened yesterday...

The dragon fairy's golden eyes hidden by the mask were mingled with sadness.

Guinevere must be angry with me...I shouldn't have said such an extreme thing...

He even refused to see me...

What should we do?

The fairy knight Lancelot was extremely uneasy at this moment. Only at this moment did she realize that she had never seen Guinevere angry. He always smiled reluctantly by her side, enduring the harm she had unintentionally caused.

He was angry and it was my fault...

Without even any hesitation, I felt the urge to apologize and persuade him to come back to me.

But Guinevere doesn't want to see me anymore...

……correct.

It is impossible for a meticulous person like Guinevere to be idle during the morning court session... Even if His Majesty has arranged for him to rest and recuperate today, in a few days he will take the initiative to follow His Majesty to the morning court session as usual...!

When that time comes, I will explain myself clearly. Guinevere likes me so much that he must...

The dragon fairy, who should have felt a little happy and comforted about his plan, suddenly stopped.

Ahh, so that’s how it is.

Guinevere...even after I rejected him, he still loved me, and loved me silently.

And I was unconsciously taking advantage of this, hurting him again and again...

Even I have noticed it and realized it.

But I didn't make any response to this, and just kept using the word "friend" to perfunctorily answer him.

Just like Tristan said.

"……snort."

As if sensing the gaze from a fairy nearby, the fairy knight Tristan turned around and looked at the dragon fairy who was wearing a mask and whose expression could not be seen.

Then, Her Royal Highness the Princess smiled at her with contempt.

The fairy knight Tristan was feeling extremely happy at the moment.

That idiot finally got it! Why was he thinking about Lancelot all day long?

This is the truest thought in her heart.

After hearing the news from her mother yesterday, she was so happy that she almost couldn't sleep.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be easy to capture that guy Guinevere?

As long as you tell mother in advance, you won't need her help. Guinevere is the easiest guy to deceive. Isn't it a piece of cake to deal with him?

"..."

The fairy knight Gawain on the side felt the gazes of Lancelot and Tristan, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

What's going on with these two people today? Why are they so weird?

At least Tristan has Guinevere to control her to some extent, but what happened to Lancelot?

Normally, she would have to wait until the afternoon to accept His Majesty's tasks. Although this was not the first time she had taken the initiative to come to the morning court, it was indeed very rare.

Just as the knights were thinking about their own things, a clear sound of footsteps came from the side door between the thrones.

Sure enough, the Queen of Winter appeared in front of everyone, followed by the Fairy Knight Guinevere.

The fairy knight Lancelot, on the other hand, fixed his gaze entirely on the Queen's loyal knight.

"..."

However, Guinevere certainly noticed the gaze from the Dragon Fairy, but still chose to turn a blind eye.

He didn't even follow her gaze and look at her once.

Guinevere...Guinevere...

The Dragon Fairy's heart felt tightened due to Black Iris's indifference.

Please don't be angry anymore, okay?

I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Could you at least... at least look at me again, please?

Her voice spread and echoed in her mind, where only she could hear it.

However, her prayers were destined not to be heard by Guinevere. Even if Guinevere really heard them, the young man, who was no longer willing to indulge in this broken dream, would never make any response.

Guinevere simply noticed her look and then chose to ignore it.

On the other hand, the gaze from Her Royal Highness the Princess was something he couldn't ignore at all.

Tristan... Guinevere sighed silently in his heart, and then met the gaze of the spoiled and willful little princess with a little helplessness.

It was just like when the two of them were bickering in their daily lives.

What do you want to do?

Shit...do you need to care what I do?

Guinevere then silently withdrew her gaze. She was definitely not thinking of anything good.

"........."

Seeing that he had never been like this before, the Dragon Fairy couldn't help but pursed her lips. The pain she inflicted on Guinevere was being bit by bit backfired on her.

The morning court proceeded as usual.

There was nothing important today, and after being completely fed up with the goblins' words, Morgan withdrew from the court.

"...Please wait, Your Majesty!"

"Please, please let me talk to Guinevere for a few more words...!"

Seeing that the situation was developing in an increasingly uncontrollable direction, the Dragon Fairy hurriedly spoke.

"Tsk, you never change your bad habits."

The fairy girl who was watching on the side curled her lips. This guy Lancelot was really lingering around. He kept keeping her hanging and even when it was really too late, he still wanted to keep her. There was no such good thing in the world.

However, Morgan did stop and was about to leave, and then she looked at the boy beside her with a questioning look.

"...I have said everything I should have said yesterday. Sir Lancelot, please respect yourself in front of His Majesty."

However, such an inquiry was doomed to have no good results. Guinevere did not even turn around and continued to follow His Majesty out of the side door.

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PS: Damn, you guys are so scary. How am I going to pay back so much in the future?

Too much, it's about to overflow.

Pseudo-Act 83~Two Years

"Hmph, so you really live in Mother's bedroom?"

"Is this something hard to understand, Tristan?"

Although Guinevere insisted on returning to his usual work, Morgan, who felt sorry for the young man, naturally would not let him do anything, considering that his body had just recovered. He asked his daughter to lead the way and send Guinevere back.

Walking in the corridor of the bedroom, Guinevere said unhappily.

"Hey, I don't mind what you say."

Her Royal Highness the Princess just smiled. Facing the young man who suddenly seemed to have grown thorns, she was not as easily angered as before.

"It's rare that you're not angry."

"Is that the kind of person I am in your eyes?"

"Yes."

"..."

The air between the two of us suddenly became quiet. You looked at me, I looked at you, but we didn't know what to say.

"Tsk...! Anyway, to me, without Lancelot, that troublesome guy, you are more pleasing to the eye, Guinevere."

"Is that so? Why don't I have this feeling?"

Guinevere walked into his own bedroom, which he had transformed into a semi-open-air sunroom. The crystals above reflected today's sunlight, lighting up the huge bedroom.

Next to the large bed, which was standard in almost every bedroom, Guinevere filled a bookshelf with all kinds of books.

As for the location that can be exposed to sunlight, Guinevere plans to wait until the flowers planted in the courtyard west of the city grow more vigorously before transplanting them here.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a bedroom, but rather an empty hall somewhere.

"Books and planning to plant flowers, so boring..."

The Blood Fairy, who had originally planned to take advantage of some opportunity to improve her relationship with him, also lost interest.

"But then again, my mother once told me that when she was little, she also lived in a sunroom filled with books."

"When your Majesty was a child?"

Guinevere, who was cleaning up her old room, turned around and asked in surprise, "But fairies are not human, so where does their childhood come from?"

"Tsk, how can I understand if you tell me this?"

Fairy Knight Tristan subconsciously raised her hand to support her forehead, her tone somewhat hesitant, even she herself was not particularly sure: "I think, I did hear mother mention it..."

"Ah, I can't remember the exact time or words."

"Did you dream that His Majesty said this?"

Guinevere still found it hard to believe and imagine what the childhood of the Winter Queen, whom he now trusted so much, was like.

"Tsk, it must be true...but I can't remember when I heard mother say it..."

"It seems that at that time, Mother was not yet Mother..."

She thought about it, but in the end she couldn't come up with any result.

"Could that be... Never mind."

Guinevere thought about it, but then thought of Tristan herself and shook her head slightly.

"...?"

The fairy knight Tristan frowned slightly as he looked at Guinevere who seemed to be hesitant to speak, but when he thought about it carefully, that guy was not another fairy. Since he didn't speak properly, he must feel that something was wrong.

"Hello, Guinevere."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I want to ask you this question."

"You're used to doing whatever you want, but you're actually asking questions... Never mind, I'm not mocking you, just ask."

"...I'm telling you, what type do you like?"

The fairy knight Tristan narrowed his gray eyes, became serious for a rare moment, and asked.

"what?"