In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"Guinevere...you!"

Woodworth wanted to tear him to pieces, but he was afraid that this guy's first reaction would not be to fight back. Instead, he would most likely choose to give up resistance out of his sense of guilt.

“Ah——!! You bastard, you’ve never given me peace of mind!!”

Woodworth roared unwillingly.

"Well, that's why I called you out."

Guinevere continued walking forward until he reached the river section near the Dorachi tributary, then he slowly slowed down.

"I think that since I didn't do what I promised you, I owe you."

"Fight me, Woodworth."

A faint smile appeared on Guinevere's face.

"Guinevere...!!!"

Woodworth gritted his teeth.

Then, he chose to give up these useless arguments and boring excuses.

Finally, on a quiet river bank, the battle between the knights and the warriors started again.

No more boring excuses.

No more for meaningless reasons.

He just vented his anger like a wild beast and rushed towards the other party.

During the next half day, even the elves and humans in Norwich could feel the slight vibration of the anvil, which should have been welded solid and motionless, while doing their daily ironwork.

"This is……"

The goblins and humans were at a loss as to what to do, while in the Lord's Mansion in Norwich, the blonde goblin looked at the tea in the cup that was creating tiny ripples, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Oxford.

"That Woodworth guy... is he doing something again...?"

Norwich was not immune to the commotion, and the vibrations felt in Oxford were even stronger, almost like an earthquake.

“What…what happened?!”

The Fang Clans of Oxford were all anxious to find out the source of the vibration. If it continued like this, the Fairy Kingdom’s cafeteria would not have to remain open today.

"...East, it's the east, the direction Lord Woodworth and Lord Guinevere left!"

The Fang Clan who reacted said so.

"----boom!!!"

Just as the goblins were wondering whether the two adults would fight, a strong shock wave instantly swept away everyone present.

While the whole of Oxford was in turmoil and Norwich was about to be affected, only a large pit with a radius of more than 30 kilometers was left on the battlefield between Guinevere and Woodworth.

In another world, the river called the Thames was cut off, and the collapsed river channel diverted the river water into this huge deep pit.

“——Gu.”

Woodworth lay in the pit, blood gushing out of his mouth uncontrollably.

The luxurious dress he was wearing had been torn to pieces in the battle, and his body was covered with wounds left by the demon sword.

The most serious injury was that his waist and abdomen were even pierced through by the magic sword. If Guinevere had not merely pierced him without using the magic fire, even if his life was not taken, he would have been in a much more miserable state.

"Cough-cough!"

Guinevere barely used the magic sword to support his body which was about to fall down at any time, and coughed up blood and fragments of internal organs.

His condition was not much better. His left hand was almost broken, and there were multiple penetrating wounds on his body, all of which he had forcibly blocked with coagulated blood to prevent the broken organs from flowing all over the floor through the wounds.

I don’t know when his head was injured, and blood flowed down his cheek, staining the boy’s long hair that should have been like a waterfall.

But no matter what, he won this time.

"Oh... I win, I win."

"Tsk... it's just a small victory..."

"A small victory... that's still a victory."

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Pseudo-Act 93: Famous

"……Give."

Guinevere, who had finally recovered some of his strength, handed the remaining half cup of elixir to Woodworth.

"Your Majesty's elixir...?"

Woodworth's purple eyes, which had become somewhat dim, regained some of their spirit.

Then, he took the elixir handed to him by Guinevere and drank it in one gulp.

All I could hear was the sound of river water flowing into the big pit.

The bloody holes poked by Woodworth twisted and healed again, and the organ fragments in the body stuck together and then grew again.

The left hand that had almost completely lost consciousness also regained a slight sense of pain, and Guinevere tried to move his five fingers.

"——I still can't understand!"

Guinevere heard Woodworth's voice beside him. He turned around and saw that Woodworth, whose wounds were healing quickly with the help of the elixir and Yaling's strong physique, threw the empty bottle out with force.

"Why! Why did His Majesty choose you and not me?!"

Woodworth's tone was still indignant, but it lacked something compared to before.

"I'm obviously no worse than you in any way! But why!"

Facing Woodworth's self-destructive questioning, Guinevere turned around, looked at the river water gradually gathering at the bottom of the pit and said, "Your Majesty once told me two years ago."

"what?"

Woodworth looked at Guinevere.

"Your Majesty said that in her eyes, you and I are different."

"Humph, are you trying to show off your status in disguise?!"

Woodworth snorted coldly.

"…Her Majesty told me that to her, you are a trustworthy subject, and also the descendant of a former important partner."

"For me... His Majesty did not say it clearly."

After listening to what Guinevere said, Woodworth was stunned, and then scratched his pure white hair in annoyance.

"I can't advise you at this time, and you certainly won't appreciate it."

Guinevere sighed.

"I can only say, maybe, this is what is called love."

"emotion……?"

“Sometimes, no matter how much you give, you won’t get anything in return… No matter who you are now or who I was in the past.”

Guinevere seemed to be recalling the events of two years ago and spoke softly.

"...Tsk."

Woodworth curled his lips in disgust, but ultimately did not make any further rebuttal.

This is the fact, and there is nothing they can do to change it.

"…Ah, so, you're going back to Camelot?"

"Well, I will promise your majesty."

"Then get out of here right away. I don't want to see you again."

Woodworth shook his hands. After a fierce battle, he had had enough and could no longer deceive himself with the wild and violent nature of the Fang Clan.

Even though this is the nature of the Fang Clan, he can't numb his nerves with bloodthirsty brutality all day long.

He is tired.

He just wants to be alone and quiet now.

The person he longed for and his rare friend came together... Then what should he do next...

The wolf, who had never imagined this since birth, suddenly looked up at the sky with melancholy as the sun set and it became increasingly dim.

The sky in the Fairy Kingdom remains the same all year round and has never changed.

He could no longer distinguish between the "previous generation" and the "next generation (himself)" memory fragments that kept running through his mind like a kaleidoscope, making him feel upset.

Obviously, that guy Guinevere didn't hit him on the forehead.

"Oh... that's enough."

…………

Finally, Guinevere, who had traveled across almost the entire fairy kingdom, returned to Camelot.

As soon as he entered the city, many fairies cast their eyes and admired Guinevere as he passed by.

"Behold, it is Guinevere! Guinevere of the radiant light!"

"Although he is a strict and harsh knight, that light will never fall on our heads!"

"What a beautiful knight! Even Aurora, the leader of the Wind Clan, is not as beautiful and majestic as Guinevere!"

"Yes, yes, the most beautiful and kind fairy in the fairy kingdom is still inferior to our Guinevere and Lancelot!"

The goblins in the street saw Guinevere walking along the street that was specially designed to defend against foreign enemies, straight towards the absolute core of Camelot - the Royal City. The goblins, who had nothing to do but were very bored, could not help but gather together to talk about the rumors that had inexplicably spread among the residents.

"If that's the case, Guinevere is not as good as Lancelot. Apart from the annual celebrations in the past two years, I have never seen Lancelot take off her mask!"

However, the goblin's speech did not arouse the approval of other goblins. Instead, they rushed forward and blocked his mouth.

"Hush! -- Be careful!"

The other goblins quickly turned around to look at Guinevere, who had not yet left their sight.

"Are you courting death by talking about Lancelot in front of Guinevere?!"

"Hmm! But, isn't that just a rumor? Guinevere's love for Lancelot is unrequited. This news is as common as the clouds and the sun. What is there to worry about?"

The goblin was very angry that his opinion was not recognized at all.

Indeed, the news about Guinevere's unrequited love for the goblin knight Lancelot has been circulating in Camelot for almost two years. Goblins always like new things, and when a topic can no longer bring them any fun, it will naturally die down.

No matter what the rumor was, it couldn't have spread among the goblins for two years.

Anyone would be angry if they covered their mouth over such a trivial matter.

"That's not what we're talking about!"

The other fairies said in annoyance, "Who said that's what we were talking about!"

"Ah? What are you talking about?"

The goblin asked in confusion.

"It's really strange, how come you don't even know about this kind of thing?"

The other goblins frowned at his boredom.

"——It's Tristan! The low-level fairy who appeared out of nowhere and transformed into the adopted daughter of Her Majesty the Queen on a whim!"

"Since Lancelot, Tristan and Guinevere have become closer and closer, and it's not just that... just..."

The other goblins paused.

"It is said that even Her Majesty the Queen seems to be becoming more and more fond of Guinevere..."

"Guinevere is already very favored. You said he has already moved into the Queen's bedroom. If he goes one step further..."

The other fairies immediately understood.

"Even if Lancelot is lost, Guinevere has seduced His Majesty and Tristan again, right?"