In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"The more beautiful the fairy, the more dangerous she is, hehehe."

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Pseudo-Scene 94: Throwdown

After entering the royal city, Guinevere walked into the bedroom as usual, which was an absolute forbidden area for other fairies. The guards standing every three steps were transformed from the Queen's Army guards into powerful puppets completely controlled by His Majesty alone.

After all, this is also a place for him to live.

As for the "home" that humans use to define the smallest social unit and residence... Guinevere believes that at least for now, he has no way to call it a "home".

But he stayed here for two years, and before he knew it, he had spent more time in His Majesty's palace than in Salisbury and the royal city combined.

Everything...has changed.

...Has it changed?

Or is it actually yourself who has changed?

Guinevere didn't like this kind of troublesome philosophical problem very much. For most goblins, philosophical thoughts originating from humans were, after all, just excuses made by these weak creatures to preserve their self-esteem when faced with many things that could not be changed.

Boring, uninteresting, meaningless.

Although he did not hold the same contemptuous view as most goblins, he really had no interest in such profound questions.

He prefers to focus on more realistic issues.

For example, how to respond to His Majesty's proposal.

For example, how to deal with the riots and unrest that follow the announcement.

Another example……

"What? Are you back?"

The intruder in the bedroom had a gorgeous and bright smile on her face.

Guinevere exhaled.

For example, how should he deal with the sudden visit of Her Royal Highness the Princess to his bedroom without any announcement?

"…I'm back. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace, which allowed me to take a moment to relax from all the busyness."

Guinevere hung the magic sword on the wall and removed the conceptual armor on his body. The dark armor turned into light spots and quickly faded away like melting ice and snow, leaving only a thin layer of clothes on the boy's body.

"Hmph, looks like you had a good rest."

The fairy knight Tristan was quite satisfied with Guinevere's appearance at the moment, and his delicate face was filled with a bright smile.

She then raised her white thighs wrapped in red stockings, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards Guinevere with a dull sound on the carpet.

The fairy knight Tristan moved closer to Guinevere, and then couldn't help closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Well, the smell of the Wind Clan, the smell of humans, and the unique smell of rotten wood in the Albion Lake District, and..."

Then, she seemed to smell something discordant.

The gray demon pupils reopened, she raised her eyes slightly and said, "Woodworth has the smell of a beast and blood."

Then, the princess with long red hair looked up and asked, "You fought with Woodworth again? Why?"

"It can't be because of a quarrel, right?"

"Um………"

Guinevere felt a little embarrassed about whether to answer this question.

"In a sense...it is true."

"Huh? You look weird, Guinevere."

The fairy knight Tristan curled his lips and said.

"Even the usual bland smell on your body is about to be completely polluted... When will you become more mature?"

"Mature?"

Guinevere never thought that as an elf, he actually had the difference between youth and maturity.

"Of course I'm not talking about the physical maturity of humans, but the inner...ah, I feel like this description is not quite appropriate."

"It's like a sour fruit gradually becomes sweet and delicious. This is what is called maturity."

Her Royal Highness the Princess seems to be a slight reference.

Guinevere was slightly stunned.

Fruit, he is the fruit.

The fruit will ripen, but if it is sour before ripening...

Guinevere frowned, and after realizing what was happening, he couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, could it be that what I meant was that I was only half-life before?"

"Eh?"

The fairy knight Tristan didn't expect that Guinevere's train of thought was so strange. He was obviously just joking with him.

"I'm really sorry that Her Royal Highness the Princess has always wronged me and favored a greenhorn like me."

"Ahem... I didn't mean that, hahaha..."

Her Royal Highness seemed to see that Guinevere was really angry, and the sarcastic words that were about to come to her lips disappeared without a trace.

"No? Hum, then what do you mean?"

Guinevere just watched how she explained.

However, this period of peaceful coexistence eventually made Guinevere forget how he once kept his distance from Her Royal Highness the Princess.

The Fairy Knight Tristan just smiled at Guinevere's performance and found it particularly interesting.

"What do you mean? Of course that's what you mean..."

The smile on the fairy knight Tristan's face suddenly changed, and then she moved closer to Guinevere again.

A familiar and almost dizzying scent of charming flowers wafted into Guinevere's nose, startling him. He finally recalled the fear he felt two years ago when this annoying vampire came to feed him every now and then.

"Wow, wait. Wait! Isn't this a bit too close—"

"Huh? What does that have to do with anything?"

Seeing the young man in front of her suddenly change from anger to panic with a hint of hesitation, Her Royal Highness the Princess was a little confused, but he had no intention of restraining himself or stopping.

Seeing that Guinevere tried to retreat to avoid his attack, the Blood Fairy kept chasing him. Finally, Guinevere's back knee hit the bed in the deepest part of the bedroom, and he was forced into a dead corner.

Guinevere originally wanted to put up a resistance, but the princess, who had long seen that he would not surrender so obediently, did not give him any chance to resist. Her fingertips, which were adorned with a few scarlets, pushed Guinevere down on his big bed as if she was pushing down a fragile tower of cards.

A breeze from the window blew away the boy's waist-length black hair, spreading it on the big white bed.

The two of them just lay there, one of them lying there, the other propping themselves up on the bed, staring at each other silently.

"Well……"

Guinevere blushed unconsciously.

"You, you are not going to think like before..."

Guinevere felt his heartbeat speeding up at this moment, and he could easily feel the pulse in his neck.

It was as if a drum was stuffed in my chest, and it kept making the "boom, boom, boom" sound.

"... before? Before what?"

I don't know if he really forgot what I did to him before or just wanted to play a joke on him, but the bright smile on Her Royal Highness the Princess's face became more evil.

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PS: By the way, why did Guini, who had already given up on treatment, suddenly start to resist again?

PS: Because Gui Ni, who has already decided to accept the proposal, has already considered herself as Wang Jie’s person (laughs)

Pseudo-Scene 95: Promise me one condition

“Okay, okay…!”

Although intuitively Guinevere did not have the same uneasy feeling as when his blood was sucked before, the current ambiguous posture was not really a good thing.

The ominous feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. Guinevere felt that if he didn't do something, something bad might happen, so he tried to struggle.

"How can a man and a woman always be so intimate... Stop joking like that...!"

Guinevere tried to struggle to prop himself up from the Fairy Knight Tristan's body, but seeing that this guy wanted to run away again, the Fairy Knight Tristan simply sat on Guinevere's body.

"Humph, what's the difference between men and women between us? Don't forget, I saw every part of your body clearly when I was treating your injuries last time. You are still being pretentious at this time. You are such a useless vase."

In order to prevent Guinevere from escaping, Her Royal Highness the Princess spread out her five white fingers, and the magic string thinner than spider silk silently hooked around Guinevere's wrist, fixing him on the bed.

Well, it feels good to have a pad of meat under your butt, but Guinevere is too thin, so it's still a bit hard even with the pad.

The fairy knight Tristan deliberately pressed on Guinevere and moved twice.

"No... No, that was a complete accident...!"

He was seen naked by others without knowing it. Even if Guinevere was thick-skinned, it was impossible for him to not feel anything. Not to mention that he had a sense of shame that was similar to that of ordinary people, and it might even be a little more fragile.

"Hmph...you really talk a lot of nonsense, Guinevere?"

Seeing the young man's face unconsciously flushed with a beautiful blush, the Fairy Knight Tristan gently hooked Guinevere's chin and said.

"Hate it, I told you not to... If you want to suck my blood, just tell me, I'm not refusing to give it to you..."

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Guinevere quickly twisted his body, trying to struggle out from under the princess.

But in the final analysis this is just the prey's dying struggle. The hunter does not care how fiercely the prey resists, because any resistance will be futile anyway.

"Humph, you want to get rid of me just for a little blood?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess seemed to be amused by Guinevere's naivety. At this point, this guy actually thought that he just wanted his blood?

"That kind of boring stuff is fine...Guinevere."

Fairy Knight Tristan lowered her head, and her long scarlet hair fell from her shoulders. She looked at the young man whose cheeks were flushed under her, and couldn't help but whispered, "How about this? I'll ask you to do something, and if you're willing to do it, I'll let you go. How about that?"

"What...what conditions?"

Although Guinevere didn't know why Tristan suddenly started to plot against him again, he was not an idiot after all. At least when the princess who loved to play tricks on people said this, it was most likely not an easy condition to achieve.

"Go ask Mother for a day off, and come with me to New Darlington."

Fairy Knight Tristan said with an exceptionally bright and charming smile, "How is it? It's a very simple condition, right?"

"........."

Guinevere was slightly stunned. It seemed that this was indeed a condition that was not so difficult to accept.

It was just a day trip to her new Darlington, so it probably wouldn't be a big deal.

but.

"...No, please allow me to refuse."

Guinevere was silent for a few seconds and then shook his head very firmly.

The fairy knight Tristan, who thought Guinevere was about to take the bait, paused slightly, and then couldn't help but frowned deeply.

"Wait, why?!"

Fairy Knight Tristan, who had made huge concessions to get him to take the bait, couldn't help but say, "Isn't it just asking you to ask mother for leave to stay with me for a day?! How can that not work?!"

"It was possible before, but not now."

Guinevere shook his head slightly, but his attitude was extremely firm.

He has already planned to agree to His Majesty...If he accepts His Majesty's proposal, he will become His Majesty's future partner.

It's too much for him to run out and mess around with others...

"Guinevere! You're going too far!"

Unexpectedly, his invitation was rejected so ruthlessly by the other party. The fairy knight Tristan held Guinevere's wrist and said hatefully.