In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

The fairy knight Tristan looked at his mother who had a smile on her face and let out a sigh of relief. Although she would be even happier if her mother could be happy.

"Um……"

Morgan was not obsessed with hiding this, but instead gently reached out and held his good daughter's fair fingertips.

"Tristan, if..."

She hesitated for a moment, then adjusted her mindset and said seriously, "...How about I find you a father?"

"Eh?"

The fairy knight Tristan was stunned.

What the hell is this thing called father?

"Wait—where did this strange person come from?!"

The fairy girl couldn't help but say.

"again……?"

Morgan was also stunned for a moment.

"Ah... no, nothing, nothing."

The fairy knight Tristan realized that all the strange things that happened today happened at the same time, which was really weird.

"But, no matter what, my father's relationship is too strange... Where did mother know such a person..."

Her Royal Highness the Princess frowned slightly. Well, if mother could really be happy, it's not that she couldn't wish her happiness... What the hell!

Who is that wild man?

Where did it come from!!!

He actually managed to trick Mother into this state without saying anything. Did Mother conduct a thorough investigation? !

Morgan certainly had no idea of ​​the princess's extremely intense mental changes, but she could still follow her daughter's gaze and see the pair of gray eyes that were undergoing a pupil earthquake.

"Tristan... is that hard to accept...?"

Although he was sure that he was moved, Morgan was by no means the kind of tyrant who would abandon everything else for love, not to mention that the opinion came from another important relative of his.

"Well... I certainly don't mean to stop Mother from finding her own emotional partner, but has Mother really examined that guy carefully?"

Fairy Knight Tristan said: "No matter what, we still have to be cautious, right?"

"For example, if that guy's personality, character, and ability can't get a perfect score of 100 or 1,000, I think it's better to throw it into the trash can."

There is no doubt that although she knows that her mother is not the extremely stupid and idiotic heroine in those stories who only cares about her beauty, she dare not guarantee that she can be completely at ease.

Speaking ill of that guy in front of my mother at this moment would not have any good effect. As expected, I can only give him a slight hint.

Unexpectedly, after listening to a series of serious warnings from his daughter, Morgan showed no contemplation or suspicion towards that man, but laughed instead.

“Mother…?”

The fairy knight Tristan felt a little nervous for no reason.

"Don't worry, I understand everything you said."

Morgan said with a small smile on his face.

"……Eh?"

South of Camelot lies the beautiful Cathedral.

Salisbury.

Hidden in this beautiful city of wind are his first beautiful memories when he was still a nameless fairy.

Although this memory seems a little too short in retrospect, it is no reason for it to be diluted or erased by time.

Even though he didn't have any good feelings towards the owner of this place...especially after what happened two years ago.

But... one thing at a time, there are not only fragments that make people feel nostalgic, but there are also some things worth reminiscing about.

...for example.

"…So, what's the matter with you coming to see me so suddenly?"

The de facto manager of Salisbury, a fairy with a pair of beautiful cherry-pink butterfly wings, looked at the knight who suddenly visited and couldn't help asking.

"Guinevere of the Demonic Light, the most trusted knight of His Majesty Morgan."

What Klar said was the consensus reached by all the fairies in the Fairy Kingdom over the past two years.

Every fairy knight has his own characteristics, and Guinevere's characteristic is naturally the demonic light that shoots straight into the sky after he draws his sword. That terrifying demon sword is enough to tear everything apart.

As for the knight whom His Majesty trusts the most, this is also known to almost everyone.

"I'm not here on business this time."

Guinevere said to Krall.

"and you……?"

There was a hint of doubt in Klar's tone. Could it be that he came to see her?

Although she really hoped that he was just as she guessed, unfortunately, her rationality reminded her that this was impossible.

His heart had never stayed for himself, and after what happened two years ago, he almost completely stayed in Camelot and hardly met anyone.

...Rather, she was a little surprised to see that Guinevere was in good mental state. She originally thought that she would not see him for ten years as he had suffered a huge emotional trauma.

But he came.

And judging from the surface alone, it seems that he has walked out of the previous shadow.

Regardless, this is something to be happy about.

"I...I came here to ask for your opinion."

Guinevere said seriously, "If, if, I say I've been proposed to, will you believe it?"

"........."

The voices between the two suddenly fell silent, and Klar and Guinevere fell into silence at the same time.

Guinevere didn't know how to explain this "if".

And Klar has already thought of everything he can think of.

"——Who proposed?"

She asked, the plain inquiry so dry that it stung her throat.

But she did not show her icy mood on her face. The heavy work day after day in Salisbury had taught her how to use her expressions correctly.

"Is it one of those two goblin knights?"

"Or, what about His Majesty?"

She could easily guess all the possibilities.

As His Majesty's most trusted and favored knight, Guinevere is not someone that an ordinary goblin can approach.

In the huge city of Camelot, there are only three people with the same or even higher status as him.

Moreover, she had to be familiar enough with him, otherwise Guinevere would not hesitate but directly refuse.

It seems that even the possibility of the two fairy knights is not very high.

After all, who has he been living with day and night for the past two years? Others may not know, but don’t they know?

“…It’s Your Majesty.”

"Her Majesty wishes me to be her queen," said Guinevere, "and therefore has proposed to me."

"...I don't know whether I should agree to your Majesty."

"Before you, I also asked a few friends, and they said... they said there was nothing wrong with it, so..."

"——What about you? No matter how good others say it is, that is their business. What do you think?"

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Pseudo·Act 89~What to do?

Klar retorted almost subconsciously.

"I... I don't know whether the feelings I have for Your Majesty are love or liking..."

There was a certain uncertainty in Guinevere's voice.

"If you don't like it, why did you agree to her?"

Klar said very clearly.

"Kral means...rejection, right?"

Guinevere said as he looked at the pink fairy who was particularly determined at the moment.

"Correct."

Klar answered almost without thinking, but after she realized that her meaning seemed too straightforward, she added a sentence.

"...If you agree without even thinking it through, what will you be greeted with in the end?"

"I...I won't force you to make any choice, but I think you should at least think carefully about this issue."

She said, trying to act nonchalant.

"Think about it carefully... huh?"

The balance in his heart tilted again, and Guinevere became even more confused.

"No, maybe I should ask again."

With more and more doubts, Guinevere chose to leave Salisbury and head north again.

On the way north, he deliberately detoured back to the original route and visited the Autumn Forest.

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In that beautiful autumn forest, nothing here is affected by the season.

There won't be any powerful fairies here. It's the last paradise for the weak and oppressed fairies.

But now and then, a guest comes and sits here.

"Guinevere is here!"

The goblins jumped for joy and cheered.

"This is what I brought for you, a variety of tree species that might be useful."

It has been a long time since I last came here, and Guinevere couldn't help but worry that they might have forgotten me after not coming here for so long.

"Guinevere hasn't been here for so long! Sad! Sad!"

"We should be the ones who are sad, right?"

"Ah, but Guinevere is here, so glad, so glad!"

Several palm-sized goblins took the tree seeds that Guinevere had bought from some other goblins, and everyone looked very happy.

Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings, and when Guinevere looked up, he saw a huge, snow-white moth landing on the tree.

"Blanca is here too."

A smile appeared on Guinevere's face.

The moth named Blanca is also a fairy in this forest, but it is an insect-like fairy and cannot speak, or rather, no one can understand what it says.

In response to Guinevere's arrival, Blanca simply flapped her wings slightly to express her welcome.

As it happened, it was almost dark, and everyone in the Autumn Forest gathered together under the light of fireflies and lay on the soft fallen leaves.

"Don't get too close to me, I'm afraid I'll crush you."

The young man who was leaning against a tree root and looking at the beautiful sunset in the autumn forest couldn't help but say.

"Uh-huh……"