In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

In response, Guinevere nodded slightly.

"So... you don't trust me?"

Morgan asked back.

Guinevere was suddenly stumped by the question: "Um... No, Your Majesty, I mean..."

"Hmm... Then I'll give you proof. Proof that I will definitely love you from now on."

Morgan's delicate head moved closer, and the corners of her light blue lips with a slight curve slowly approached him.

Guinevere's mind suddenly went blank - of course he realized what Morgan was going to do, but the time it took him to react seemed a little slower than the time it took for the kiss to come.

The lips painted with light blue lip gloss and the light cherry pink lips overlapped inadvertently.

The first feeling is cool;

The first feeling is heat.

Cool;

Warm.

Then there is bitterness;

Then there is sweetness.

A hint of bitterness;

Rich sweetness.

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PS: 3000 words counts as one and a half chapters, so I won’t use my ancestral knife skills to cut it, lest you accuse me of breaking the chapters.

Pseudo·Chapter 117~Insomnia

The night was peaceful and tranquil as usual.

However, in the fairy kingdom, behind the sweet singing of the queen and the queen consort, there were several people who stayed awake all night.

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Oxford

"Ho..."

The originally heroic Duke of Oxford has been drinking to drown his sorrows since some time ago. He drinks until late at night every day, and after getting drunk, he starts the cycle again the next day.

"Lord Woodworth...you can't drink like this anymore..."

Seeing that Woodworth was drinking even more today, the guards couldn't help but want to stop him from drinking to drown his sorrows, even though there was a risk of being slapped to death by the drunk Woodworth.

"Shut up! Get out!"

Woodworth rudely slapped the guard who tried to dissuade him and kicked him out, roaring in anger.

Soon, silence returned to Woodworth's ears.

“Oh…Ahhhhhh…!!!!”

The scattered wine bottles on the table and on the floor clinked and scattered all over the floor.

Even the powerful Ya Ling could not endure this great emotional blow. He just wanted to vent, and venting was the only thing he could do.

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In the Knights' Barracks in the west of the city, in the courtyard where people lived in peace, most of the lights had been turned off.

This celebration is also a rare and great thing for them. After all, it is Guini's wedding. Such an event is really too rare for humans whose lifespan is much shorter than that of fairies.

At night, a boy got up in a daze and ran to the toilet, but noticed the light coming from downstairs.

"...?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then driven by curiosity, he slowly walked down the stairs, wanting to see who forgot to turn off the lights.

However, there he saw a fairy girl with long crimson hair, wearing a pair of round-framed glasses, holding a book in her hand and reading silently.

"Tristan?"

The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the fairy girl under the soft light, and couldn't help asking: "Why aren't you asleep so late...?"

"…It's Wilson. It doesn't matter if I don't sleep for a day. I'm a fairy after all."

The fairy knight Tristan heard the boy's voice and put down the book in his hand. His gray eyes were tinged with a hint of gold under the warm light.

"But Guini said that if you don't sleep well, you won't grow taller."

Wilson said honestly.

"Unfortunately, this only applies to young humans like you. Fairies don't have the concept of growth, so it doesn't matter if I don't sleep."

The voice of the Fairy Knight Tristan was so bland that it was a little scary.

"It's you, kid. If you don't go to bed soon, you might not grow tall."

"I slept well! I just had to go to the bathroom...that's why I saw your light was on."

Young Wilson said somewhat indignantly.

"Why don't you go quickly? Be careful or you might end up stuffing it in your pants."

The fairy girl, who was not in a very good mood, glanced at the lower body of little Wilson and said venomously.

"Well……!"

Little Wilson was startled and quickly covered his lower body.

"Tristan is so mean! Next time I see Guini, I'm going to report you!"

"——Well, go ahead. Guinevere believes me but not you."

Seeing the boy's suddenly panic-stricken face, the Fairy Knight Tristan finally found a little relief.

Little Wilson found that he couldn't win the argument with her, so he could only make a face at her and immediately ran upstairs.

"Humph."

The Fairy Knight Tristan would not really get angry with a mere child, he just treated it as a fun thing.

"but……"

It was true that she couldn't sleep, but it wasn't just a whim as she said.

…When I think of this very moment, in the palace of the royal city, Guinevere and my mother are sleeping in the same bed.

…How could she possibly sleep?

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"...Tsk."

After turning off all the lights, the beautiful dragon fairy sat on the soft big bed.

She did not draw the curtains in the room. Tonight's moonlight penetrated the dense clouds, fell straight from the sky above the big hole, penetrated the clear crystal window, and then illuminated half of the bedroom.

At this moment, she had no desire to sleep, and her heart was terribly quiet.

It shouldn't be like this...

It shouldn’t be like this…!

He has chosen to let go completely, so why should I still dwell on the past?

Or is it that person who can never be let go...

Is it actually me?

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Same night.

The same moonlight.

Different rooms, a goblin in Salisbury and a goblin in Camelot are in similar but different situations.

The night is already dark.

Even the celebrations in Salisbury died down as the night wore on, and there was little business to be done in the cathedral.

Lady Aurora no longer needs my company and assistance.

"........."

Gazing at the bright moonlight shining through the window onto the windowsill, Clare held tightly in her arms the pot of pink roses that the boy had given her when he left Salisbury.

…If I say I’m not sad, I’d be lying.

Krall himself realizes this very clearly.

But then again, what does my sadness have to do with him?

He never knew his own sorrow, and he never knew his own happiness.

The fairy with long pink hair lowered her head slightly and sniffed the unique fragrance of the pink rose.

That gaze was clear, without any trace of pain or confusion.

Yes, only a slight sadness.

I have long realized very clearly that his heart has never been occupied by me, and will never be occupied by me in the future.

In the goblin's long life, that first little bit of time might not even be a fraction of his life. Similarly, he might not even make a ripple in the calm water of Guinevere's life.

Is it hard to bear? This is how the people you care about are.

Of course it hurts, but...

There were few fairies like her, and Klar knew this since she was born.

It is this pain that reminds her that she is different from other fairies.

If other fairies knew that the person they loved had chosen someone else, they would probably be so furious that they would do everything they could to destroy both the hateful rival and the person they were destined to never get.

But she wouldn't do that, and this is what makes her, as a fairy, completely different from other people.

It doesn’t matter because his heart has never stopped for himself.

At least he left a mark in his heart and also left this flower.

"........."

The fairy of the Wind Clan closed her beautiful pink eyes and felt the faint floral fragrance coming from in front of her.

She used her magic to carefully cultivate this flower, allowing it to always remain in its most beautiful moment of bloom.

Just like the young man far away in Camelot who has become the Queen of Spring.

I couldn't have him, but fortunately I managed to grab a piece of him when he left in a hurry.

From then on, she no longer expected any miracle that he would choose her one day, as long as she could maintain the status quo.

From watching him, who was originally as blank as a sheet of paper, raising his sword;

He was given the title of knight, and he swept away the disaster;

Finally he became the king's husband and achieved happiness.

This is almost my last wish for him.

"...Guinevere, my short and fragile dream."

Klar's murmur was like a dream: "May you be happy."

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PS: The tenth update

PS: I will basically update 9000 words tomorrow, right? Never mind, I'll see how it goes.