In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"........."

As expected, the Fairy Knight Tristan fell silent.

"…If Tristan wants, I can…"

The little princess, feeling bored, curled her lips and refused the concession made by His Majesty out of doting.

"Hmph, that's the gift that guy gave to mother, right?"

"Even if I take it, it contains my love for my mother, right?"

"I don't want this kind of thing."

"Even if he wants it, at least I want him to make a ring for me."

"Tristan..."

Morgan was indeed shocked by her daughter's remarks. She had no idea that her precious daughter understood these things.

It seems that I have really read a lot of books in the past two years in order to have more common topics with Guinevere.

"...But, mother."

The Fairy Knight Tristan paused, then tentatively expressed his true thoughts.

"...Can you do me a small favor?"

"A small favor?"

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In the library of the royal city, Guinevere pulled out a large table, spread out the various styles of text he had drawn, and then picked out the style that satisfied him the most.

However, he didn't dare to touch the ring his wife gave him directly.

But he never asked his wife for any extra rings.

Forget it.

After analyzing its magical composition, Guinevere used magic to reconstruct a prototype ring for the first time.

The materials are exactly the same. If he, as a fairy, had not learned his wife's magic, he could have even copied the magic mark left by his wife.

"Hmm... Is this the mystery of fairies...?"

Guinevere looked at the ring in his hand in the candlelight, which was exactly the same as the original one his wife had given him.

"No wonder fairies can't understand human behavior... Things that are troublesome for humans can be easily done and replicated with magic power. It's strange that they will be taken seriously."

Guinevere murmured unconsciously.

In fact, if you follow this line of thought, you can just copy the ring your wife gave you and then modify the words engraved on it.

But that would be too casual.

Guinevere rejected this plan without even a second thought.

But now that we have this thing, we still need to make good use of it.

Guinevere used magic to replicate the carving knife he had seen in Salisbury, and began to try to carve in the same style on the prototype ring.

"—"

The carving knife broke with an unpleasant sound of metal cutting.

However, there was not a single trace left on the prototype ring that he copied in his hand.

"really."

Guinevere sighed softly. His wife's ring could not be carved with just any carving knife. He then copied a carving knife and modified the blade into the same material as the original ring.

The tiny blade gently scratched the curved surface of the prototype ring, leaving a mark.

well.

Look at the bright side, at least it can be carved.

Guinevere put down the broken prototype ring and created a new one.

Then he cut again.

broken.

Cut it down.

broken.

Cut it down.

By the time Guinevere reacted, the prototype rings were scattered all over the table, forcing him to make a small box to put all the failed products.

Then the rings in the small box slowly piled up until there were so many that even the box could not hold them anymore.

However, with every failure, experience/intelligence accumulates at your fingertips.

For humans, it may take years or even decades to accumulate and summarize the experience gained, and for mistakes that could only be avoided after hundreds or thousands of failures to be corrected.

However, all of this is fundamentally different from human learning, because fairies are, after all, beings with the sense of stars, and cannot create life forms like humans, and Guinevere is only correcting this process.

An unknown amount of time had passed, as the carving knife gently slid across the ring, beautiful characters appeared. However, just as he was too focused on the ring in front of him, the carving knife brushed past his fingertips. The blade, made of His Majesty's silver ring and infused with magic power, immediately cut Guinevere's fingertips.

"hiss."

Guinevere frowned slightly, and the characters he carved were immediately drowned out by the bright red flowing from his fingertips.

The carving needs to be done in one go, but I broke it with the knife.

Placing the blood-stained ring on the table, Guinevere sighed softly.

I could have succeeded this time...

Really.

Guinevere lifted the hair that fell by her ear in annoyance.

"Um...are you still busy?"

Hearing the familiar sound of footsteps, Guinevere turned his head subconsciously and saw his wife slowly approaching.

"My wife...? Why are you here?"

Guinevere asked subconsciously, forgetting for a moment what to do.

"Can't I come?"

"No... that's not the case..."

"Morgan" slowly walked up to Guinevere and whispered in his ear.

Then, those watery eyes noticed Guinevere's cut fingertips.

"You are hurt?"

Morgan's tone showed a hint of concern.

"Yeah, it's okay, I just hurt myself accidentally."

"Morgan" did not stop his action because of Guinevere's explanation, but directly lifted Guinevere's hand.

"What's wrong? Does it still hurt?"

Guinevere's heart was warmed by his wife's concern.

"It's just a minor injury. I'm not..."

Before he could finish his words, the wife in front of him opened her lips slightly and took his bleeding fingertips into her mouth.

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PS: Second update

Pseudo-Scene 124~You need to kiss to fall asleep

The appearance of his wife was like bringing a gust of slightly chilly wind, which blew across the table and caused the candlelight on the table to shake violently.

Although the main light source was still the crystal chandelier above their heads, the shadow of Guinevere projected on the surrounding bookshelves also trembled slightly as the candlelight flickered.

Guinevere stared at his wife in a daze, her long silver hair with a hint of light blue falling by her ears and then cascading down like a waterfall.

For some reason, those watery blue eyes seemed even more charming under the dim candlelight today.

That look was so familiar, but it didn't seem to belong to his wife, but more like that of a little princess.

It was so confusing that people couldn't tell whether the beauty in front of them was their wife or...

The long, upward-curved eyelashes trembled slightly, silently revealing that their owner might not be as calm and peaceful as she appeared.

The slightly opened mouth formed a small circle, and the light blue lip gloss on the lips and the soft pink inside formed an indescribable visual impact.

And when I follow my gaze and take a quick glance, I see not only the whiteness of her pearly teeth, but also the pink color that gradually stretches out as the soft flesh between her lips and teeth slowly opens.

"Ho..."

Guinevere could easily hear his wife's gentle breathing. That elegant and cool fragrance seemed to become extremely aggressive today. With the almost negligible distance between the two of them, the fragrance that became stronger penetrated into his nostrils, wantonly arousing his active senses and plucking his heartstrings.

"Morgan" seemed to have made a brief preparation, then pinched Guinevere's wrist and gently put the bloody fingertips into his own mouth.

The moment she opened her mouth, the tip of her tongue curled up slightly, and her beautifully shaped lips were squeezed by her facial muscles, along with the soft flesh inside.

Although it was just a very common skin injury for him, Guinevere basically would not react to this level of pain.

But he was still shocked by his wife's intimate behavior.

The shy boy wanted to stop his wife's behavior, but when he reacted, his fingers that were aching slightly seemed to be immersed in a basin of warm water and no longer hurt.

Although it doesn't hurt, it's still a bit scary.

Guinevere silently endured the dull pain in his wound and the strange feeling of his fingertips being swallowed by the warm mouth. His dodging starry eyes then met the pair of lake eyes that for some reason revealed a strange look today.

"Morgan" didn't seem to notice the complexity and entanglement in Guinevere's eyes, but was a little worried whether his actions would hurt him.

But she couldn't speak anymore.

The warm tip of the tongue and the mouth wrapped around his fingertips, and the slightly rough, soft tongue covered with a delicate touch brought the crystal saliva and took away the drop of life flowing from his fingertips.

All Guinevere could feel was the warm touch from his fingertips and the feeling of being wrapped in warmth.

The discomfort that was only a dull pain quickly disappeared, the sensitive touch of the fingertips was recovering, and then the warm and slippery feeling became stronger and stronger, stimulating Guinevere's nerves.

"........."

Guinevere seemed to hear the sound of his wife swallowing his blood and saliva, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly all over, as if a cool breeze was blowing up along his tailbone, and his whole body froze there.

However, "Morgan" did not care about Guinevere's reaction and continued to concentrate on sucking the decreasing blood.

The soft and warm tip of her tongue wrapped around Guinevere's fingertips, sucking gently on them, licking the last bit of blood left on his hands.

Hmm... It feels a little different from what I usually do...

"Morgan" narrowed his aqua-blue eyes slightly with some satisfaction, and a sense of pleasure he had never experienced before was growing in his heart.

Compared to Guinevere's mouth, it seems that this is the first time she has used Guinevere's hands...

"Okay, okay, my wife..."

Perhaps because such an action was inexplicably shameful, the tingling sensation in his fingertips disappeared, and Guinevere could not help but tremble his tightly wrapped fingers slightly.

"Woo..."

However, it seemed that the finger had been completely swallowed into the mouth inadvertently, and as Guinevere's fingertips gently pressed, the injured fingertip gently pressed a piece of soft flesh behind the soft tongue.

Morgan then whimpered in discomfort and coughed softly.

"Cough cough cough..."

"My wife? Are you okay...?"

"Gu... Wooo, I'm fine, cough——"

"Morgan" waved his hand gently, which made Guinevere slightly stunned.

"I'm fine...but Gui...Is my husband still in pain?"

Instead of calling him by his name, I called him "my husband"... This was an experience I had never had before.