In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

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Having said this, the goblins volunteered to lead the way for Guinevere.

Compared with the mansions in other cities, the mansion in Lancaster is much simpler.

"Ha, finally, finally, although we won't go out casually, it's really nice to have people from outside come to see us!"

The goblin who took Guinevere directly into the lord's mansion said with a smile.

"My name is Mira, and this is our first meeting, dear Guinevere!"

"relative……"

Guinevere subconsciously avoided his gaze. To be honest, he was not very good at dealing with this kind of social phobia (social terrorist).

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Pseudo-Episode 91: Mirror Clan (Part 2)

Social phobia, the full name of which is social terrorist, is someone who introduces himself to everyone he meets, as if he can find many topics to talk to people anytime and anywhere. It is not right for him to talk to others, and it is not right for him not to talk to others, as it always makes him feel very embarrassed.

...It seems like the entire Mirror Clan has some of these symptoms.

Then he thought about the fairies he met along the way who all greeted him enthusiastically, as if they were old friends he hadn't seen for many years, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

If he really had no impression of them at all, he would even suspect that it was because his ancestors were from the Mirror Clan that they were so enthusiastic.

"Uh... um... have we known each other before?"

Seeing that if the conversation continued like this, all the family assets would be revealed, Guinevere quickly stopped the goblin in front of him from talking.

"Well, no, we haven't met before, am I right? This is our first meeting."

Mira said with a smile.

"Then why...?"

"Oh? So it's Guinevere herself who's asking this - why do we feel so familiar with each other even though this is our first meeting?"

"Yeah, it must be hard for ordinary fairies to understand, right? But our Mirror Clan is different from other clans."

"We, the Mirror Clan, have an innate ability to predict the future."

"Eh?"

Guinevere was slightly stunned by Mira's shocking words.

"Hmm, don't be so surprised. Although I have already seen that you will have this expression now - in short, we have known about our future since the moment we were born, but some know more and some know less."

"so--"

Guinevere suddenly understood.

"Yeah, it's not because we are so familiar with each other from the beginning, but we are destined to be friends with you in the future. If that's the case, wouldn't things be a lot simpler?"

Mira said with a matter-of-fact expression and a smile.

"Wow... Because you knew that I was destined to come and that I would become your friends in the future, so you just treated me as your good friend from the beginning..."

Guinevere felt a little helpless about this group of fairies who were considered aliens even in the fairy kingdom.

"The reason sounds so random, but there's no way to refute it..."

The young man sighed.

"Haha, okay, okay, the little princess is waiting for you, don't always look sad, smile (smile), smile (smile)~~"

"But you said that and it makes me laugh even less."

Guinevere felt that he had some PTSD for some reason.

Soon, they walked into the hall of the lord's mansion. Mira started shouting as soon as she entered the door: "Little Princess! Little Princess! Guinevere is here!"

"Ugh, Mira, can you please be quiet for a moment!"

A certain Guinevere was very familiar, but the voice was clearer and more lively than the one he usually heard, and Ainsel said with a frown.

"Hehehe - the little princess is angry. Never mind. I won't tease you anymore. Okay - it's time for Guinevere to kiss you! It doesn't matter. If you have any questions, just ask the little princess. She is the best among us and knows almost everything. After you find the little princess, remember to come and play with us. We have "seen" you coming to play with us!"

Mira ran away, laughing and skipping.

"Oh—those guys are always like that."

Ainsel also sighed helplessly.

"Well, Sir Guinevere, please stop standing and take a seat."

After Guinevere sat down, before he could speak, Ainsel said, "I can give you definite answers to the questions you may ask me."

"Eh?"

"Guinevere, Guinevere of the Enchanting Light, future companion of the Queen of Winter, the beloved Queen of Spring."

Ainsel made a startling statement: “This is the future I foresee.”

"...That means I should agree...right?"

Guinevere suddenly heard the possibility that might very well become the future, and couldn't help asking.

"Well, I think it's better to agree... After all, the result is already determined, and there's no point in changing the process."

Ainsel gave his own opinion.

"Accept your destiny?"

Guinevere found this somewhat difficult to accept.

"Huh, this is the so-called limitation of vision. Yes, otherwise, our Mirror Clan would not be trusted or alienated by other clans because of this characteristic."

Ainsel sighed: "But we really don't resist fate."

"Because we have known our fate and ending since we were born, and we have accepted this ending. We will not lament because it is over, nor will we give up on ourselves because of the sadness of death."

“Just like them here, they know where their destination is, so just enjoy the process.”

"Just because we once existed, that's enough."

Three days later, Guinevere left Lancaster and headed south.

During these three days, he hardly stopped. Many fairies from the Mirror Clan became friends with him and had very interesting exchanges with him.

Just as Mira said at the beginning when she first met him, they became friends with each other.

In fact, it is a very wonderful thing to have a group of friends who have seen through the limits of life but are still keen on enjoying life itself.

It is because we know the ending that we can fully enjoy the present.

It is precisely because of the pain of separation that we hold on to each other while we are still alive.

This must be the most special clan in the entire fairy kingdom... Guinevere sighed like this and returned to Camelot.

At the same time, he also made a choice.

Maybe... maybe...

Perhaps, as Einsel said, choosing to accept it calmly is not a bad choice.

But before returning to Camelot, he had to go somewhere else.

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Oxford welcomed a distinguished visitor today.

At least judging from Mr. Woodworth's performance, that is definitely the case.

The elves of the Fang Clan who were busy in the lord's mansion also thought so.

After all, they had never seen Lord Woodworth receive someone so warmly and chat and laugh with the other person from time to time.

However, the other party did not seem to appreciate Lord Woodworth's joke.

Later, they learned the identity and name of the visitor from some other fairies from the Fang Clan who had arrived earlier.

He is the knight most favored by His Majesty at this time, and it can even be said that he is the only one who is favored by you.

His deeds can be said to be well-known.

He wiped out the Resurrection Disaster from New Darlington, cleared the remnants of the disaster throughout Britain, suppressed several rebellions and clan wars, and even fought against the extremely powerful King's Clan, and burned Noknaria's army.

Not to mention that he defeated the powerful fairy knight Gawain long before he became famous, and fought a tie with Lord Woodworth as Yaling in Camelot.

There are even rumors that it is precisely because they have seen how powerful His Majesty's knights are that many restless forces continue to lurk in the dark to avoid being burned by Guinevere's evil fire.

And not only that, this powerful knight is also a great beauty who is no less beautiful than Aurora, the chief of the Wind Clan, who is often rumored to be the most beautiful fairy, and Lancelot, the Dragon Fairy.

"Hmph, why did you suddenly remember to come to my Oxford? It's really rare that His Majesty actually gave you a holiday."

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Pseudo-Act 92~Come, let’s fight!

Woodworth was very happy about Guinevere's arrival. After all, looking at the entire fairy country where everyone is either a loser or a traitor, there are very few normal people like him.

"Um……"

Guinevere was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"However, I came to see you not only to reminisce about the past, but also to discuss something with you."

"Ah? What? Why is Guinevere also starting to talk nonsense?"

Woodworth didn't understand what he meant at first, but just said.

"...Are you free now? Come with me to an open place. I haven't exercised in a long time. If I continue to do this, even the magic sword bestowed by His Majesty will rust in its scabbard."

Guinevere exhaled a breath, then looked meaningfully at Woodworth who was suddenly stunned, then stood up and walked out of the lord's mansion.

"Guinevere, this fellow..."

Woodworth frowned slightly. He felt strange since he saw this guy today.

It's like there's always something on my mind.

"Tsk, I'm afraid it won't be a good thing."

Woodworth was somewhat annoyed that Guinevere's arrival had ruined his good mood.

However, he quickly caught up with Guinevere, gave him an order, and then left the city with Guinevere.

The gentle wind from the southern plains had been blowing their fur/hair ever since they left Oxford. Two fairies, one tall and one short, walked on the beautiful fields like a painting. Birds flew freely in the sky. The dim and colorful sky was filled with clouds, dyeing everything before their eyes into an artistic wonder that perhaps no one could describe.

And this was just a very ordinary day in the Fairy Kingdom.

"Ah, so, what do you want to do by calling me out? Are you really itching to fight me?"

Although he was walking forward with Guinevere, Woodworth's attention was always on Guinevere. His dark purple eyes narrowed slightly in the sunlight, and he looked at the boy with a slightly complicated expression and said.

"Just a few days ago... Your Majesty, she proposed to me."

Guinevere walked forward without looking around, speaking softly.

"--What did you say?!"

Woodworth suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned to look at Guinevere.

"And after thinking about it for a few days, I found that I seem to like Your Majesty."

“…I want to promise her.”

"Tsk, wait!"

"But--but didn't you say, you bastard, that you definitely wouldn't... Tsk, because of that guy Lancelot?!"

Woodworth hesitated to speak, and then couldn't help but burst into cursing.

"This matter is my fault after all, and I owe you this."

"Tsk, stop saying these useless things! Then let me ask you, if you feel that you owe me, wouldn't you refuse His Majesty?!"

Woodworth felt that his mood had almost instantly hit rock bottom and was terrible.