In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"I just want you to go to New Darlington with me, and you won't even bother?!"

“…This won’t work. It really won’t work.”

Guinevere shook his head resolutely.

"you……"

The Blood Fairy was furious and was about to do something when the voice of the puppet came from outside the door.

"I heard that Guinevere has returned, so please come to the throne first. I have something important to discuss with you."

"..."

"..."

Guinevere and the fairy knight Tristan fell into silence at the same time.

"...You're not going to let me go, Tristan?"

Guinevere naturally knew why his majesty was looking for him, and couldn't help but speak.

"Ahh, it's so noisy! Mother is such a jerk!"

Knowing that she had missed the opportunity today, Her Royal Highness the Princess curled her lips in displeasure, and then retracted the magic string that bound Guinevere.

"Just wait for me, humph!"

The duck that should have been in his mouth flew away. No one would be in a good mood. All the things that had been prepared were not put to use. The Blood Fairy kept clamoring as usual and left Guinevere's bedroom angrily.

"Huh... can this be considered an escape..."

Guinevere sighed softly.

He didn't feel disgusted by Tristan's somewhat rough treatment of him. He was used to it anyway. He also knew that Tristan was not a bad person. He was a...

Good guy...right?

Maybe she just doesn't know how to get along with herself correctly... After all, I am the same.

Knowing that His Majesty was busy looking for him, Guinevere did not dare to delay. He quickly propped himself up from the bed, tidied up his slightly messy clothes, put on his armor again, and left his residence.

As for the reason why His Majesty was looking for him, he could certainly guess it.

Perhaps His Majesty is just like me, silently waiting for my own answer and result with great trepidation.

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Pseudo-Act 96: I...promise Your Majesty

The distance from the bedroom to the throne was only a few minutes, and Guinevere did not rush there as he usually did when he received an emergency order, but simply walked over.

I hope Your Majesty will not think that his slowing down is a deliberate escape or slackness?

Guinevere exhaled lightly, and his Starry Eyes subconsciously looked out the window of the royal court that looked like a castle in the air.

Camelot is still the same as when I first arrived. I'm afraid there won't be any changes in the next year, ten years, or even a hundred years.

But I changed my identity without realizing it.

From a nameless goblin to his majesty's knight.

From being His Majesty's knight, he became his personal bodyguard.

And now.

I have to change from being your Majesty's guard to being your Majesty's...

Guinevere's face was involuntarily filled with a blush that he couldn't tell whether to describe as excitement or shyness.

After walking for a long time, he couldn't help but shook his head gently. Ahem, it turned out that such a name was too bad to be used on someone like him...

After all, although I have decided to agree to His Majesty, I have not been able to make preparations for what happens next.

Will Your Majesty blame yourself for this?

Will Your Majesty reject me for this?

Guinevere could not guess.

In the corridor leading to the throne as usual in the past two years, all kinds of thoughts bloomed in his mind like short-lived flowers, and then quickly disappeared like bubbles.

There are good and bad things in it.

But it is precisely because I don’t know which one I will face that I feel so uneasy.

Guinevere subconsciously placed his hand on his chest.

...My heart is beating so fast.

This distance, which should have been covered in a few minutes, became long after the mind was infinitely accelerated.

So nervous...

Will His Majesty be the same as me...

Guinevere shook his head, trying to put aside all the ideas and chaotic thoughts in his mind, but these thoughts seemed to have turned into mud and quicksand, dragging down his body as it tried to speed up.

Rather than daydreaming on the way, Guinevere would rather face the many enemies and armies, and even fight another battle with Woodworth.

After a long period of torment, Guinevere finally walked through the corridor of the royal court and saw the outline of the pale door between the thrones.

——There is also a tall figure quietly waiting outside the gate.

"Gao Wenqing...?"

A hint of surprise unconsciously flashed in Guinevere's starry eyes. Shouldn't Gao Wenqing be resting in Manchester?

Then he thought about it and remembered that after he went to Manchester, he also went to Lancaster and Oxford. I guess Gao Wenqing's vacation must have been over, right?

"How have you rested these days, Gao Wenqing?"

A smile appeared on Guinevere's face.

When the goblin knight Gawain saw Guinevere's sweet smile, he paused and then couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "No wonder even His Majesty favors Lord Guinevere so much."

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Guinevere. I have had a good rest these days."

The goblin knight Gawain said, "His majesty is waiting for you."

Then she signaled to Guinevere with her eyes.

Guinevere nodded gently: "Thank you for your previous advice, Mr. Gao Wenqing."

"No, it would be my honor if I could make it happen."

The goblin knight Gawain actually had half a sentence left to say.

I'm afraid they won't be able to address each other as "Qing" anymore in the future.

The Beast Fairy felt that he had some vision, and perhaps he would call the young man in front of him "Your Highness" in the future?

"Since Lord Guinevere is already here, there is no need for me to wait any longer, so I won't bother you any more."

The goblin knight Gawain smiled and said, "Goodbye, Lord Guinevere."

"Thank you for your waiting, Gao Wenqing."

Guinevere bowed slightly.

The burly beast fairy then left the corridor, and when her figure completely disappeared from sight, Guinevere let out a breath of foul air.

...Okay, then next.

Guinevere slowed down his breathing which had become rapid due to excessive nervousness, and his starry eyes turned from the corridor under the throne hall back to that lofty place.

“Da-da-da”

Guinevere's feet made crisp footsteps on the mirror-smooth ground. At this moment, there were no ministers or guards between the thrones.

There is only the Queen of Winter sitting quietly on the jade throne.

And the Queen Knight who was walking slowly towards them like a black iris.

"Guinevere is back?"

Morgan had no idea how much time he had spent in agony during these past few days, nor how many times he had silently hoped that the knight in front of him would return and give him a satisfactory answer.

Well, even though she was as strong as a rock after experiencing setbacks and despair time and again, she still couldn't help but panic when encountering such a thing.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Guinevere bowed slightly, as always.

"I originally thought you wouldn't be back for a few more days...Have you thought about it?"

...Originally, he wanted to say it more calmly and implicitly, but ever since Guinevere walked into the throne room just now, Morgan could no longer bear the disturbance of expectation and the throbbing in his heart, so he asked it directly.

“Hmm…”

Guinevere was slightly stunned, and didn't dare to look at the beautiful figure on the throne again.

He had obviously thought of countless possibilities along the way and thought he was fully prepared. But when all this was put in front of him, Guinevere's brain seemed to have gone blank and he had no idea how to start.

"Well... because I've already looked for everyone I can think of and asked almost everyone I can, I've thought about it pretty much, so I..."

After a while, the young man said with a smile that was suppressed with strong shyness on his face.

"Well...what do you think?"

Morgan had already guessed what choice Guinevere would make by looking at his expression, but she was not in a hurry to point it out, but let him speak for himself.

In other words, she didn't want any tacit consent or assumption.

She wanted to hear Guinevere himself affirm, to say yes in his sweet voice to her previous proposal.

"I...what I want to do is...promise Your Majesty."

Guinevere blushed unconsciously.

"Ho..."

Although he had guessed this result, Morgan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when Guinevere answered it himself.

Although she calculated rationally in her mind again and again that the direction of things was undoubtedly guiding them in the direction they desired, Morgan breathed a sigh of relief when she really heard Guinevere's affirmative response.

……Very good.

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Pseudo-Act 97~Be my best man?

After a long time, Guinevere left the throne in joy.

During this period, His Majesty talked to him about many things, and it was the first time that Guinevere knew that His Majesty actually knew those things...

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Guinevere walked down the steps with ease and walked along the corridor of the royal court that was built between many pavilions and towers.

Tomorrow, His Majesty will announce her engagement with him at the morning court and choose a date for the wedding.

Although he didn't feel very real that he would soon be walking into the wedding hall with a partner like humans, Guinevere could hardly suppress his excitement.

What's more, his partner is His Majesty, whom he has always trusted and whom he has always trusted.

This is probably the best thing that has happened to me in the three years since I was born as a new generation of fairy, right?

Guinevere couldn't help but start looking forward to the day of the wedding, wondering how lively the whole Camelot... no, the whole fairy kingdom of Britain would be.

After all, fairies like interesting things. For them, there is probably nothing more rare and interesting than the queen's marriage, right?

The young man was looking forward to it and fantasizing about it silently.

He had also seen information about human weddings in human books before.

As a newlywed couple, they are called bridegroom and bride by humans.

As partners and friends who accompany their partners and have close relationships with each other, they are called best men and bridesmaids by humans.

There is also a witness to the entire wedding, who is called a master of ceremonies.