In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Guinevere said, "You like me, so I think this may not be a one-sided prank on your part, and I have no reason to expose you directly."

"But, acting is definitely not an option."

"So, I want to spend a day with you, and I told you clearly earlier...it can be considered as compensation, right?"

"……no."

Her Royal Highness the Princess had already guessed what annoying thing Guinevere would say next, so she flatly chose to refuse.

"I'm sure you'll talk about identity and relationship later... I've already said that my mother and I don't care about these at all. Why do we have to follow the rules of humans that even they themselves can't follow?!"

"This is different..."

"What's the difference here! If we put aside my and my mother's identities...Guinevere, don't you like me at all?!"

"........."

Faced with the fierce attack that Her Royal Highness the Princess suddenly turned around, Guinevere subconsciously looked away under the sharp gaze of the gray pupils that had lost their lake light.

"...I don't like it. I don't like it at all."

"If you really don't like it, then look at me! Look into my eyes! Don't run away! And don't move your eyes away!"

Seeing that it had come to the critical step that her mother had mentioned, Her Royal Highness the Princess naturally could not allow Guinevere to escape under such circumstances.

The fingertips dotted with scarlet color held Guinevere's cheek, and then forcibly pulled it back, and the gray demon pupils then met the bright starry eyes.

But Guinevere was no longer as calm as before.

The starry eyes dodged unconsciously, but in the end, they still couldn't escape the enchanting eyes in front of them.

"Okay... okay, maybe a little bit, but it doesn't matter, we..."

"No, this is important."

The fairy knight Tristan spoke word by word.

"But you and His Majesty..."

"I've already told you that I don't care, and neither does mother."

The Blood Fairy took a deep breath and said, "So, whether it's you or mother, I won't let go of either of you."

"Isn't this a bit too cunning...?"

"Well, how can I catch you if I'm not cunning, Guinevere?"

The fairy knight Tristan, who always let him escape at the last moment, simply gave up his daily nonsense and wrapped the blood-red silk thread around Guinevere's body. The fairy girl then threw him behind the curtain of the reception room.

It was only then that Guinevere discovered that something seemed to be wrong.

“…Why does this restaurant have a bedroom attached?”

"...Tsk, can't you be a little more romantic at this time?! Guinevere?!"

Her Royal Highness the Princess said with a blushing face, it’s like this every time, he always ruins the good atmosphere.

She couldn't say that she had made countless preparations a long time ago...

As that soft body pressed against his, Guinevere felt a rich, delicate floral scent reaching his nose.

"You can't run away now..."

"Guuuu... Don't worry, I will leave the final step to mother, but before that..."

"…You are mine."

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PS: I feel that I have received a lot of complaints from readers about the way Gui Ni and Wang Jie address each other. My husband and my wife is actually written by me based on Wang Jie's voice. If you think it is inappropriate, do you have any good suggestions? You can mention it and I will use it as a reference.

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Pseudo·Act 129~Return in the Sea of ​​Flowers

Then time passed quietly in the ordinary life.

After a morning court session one day, on the way back to the palace, Guinevere finally spoke the words he had prepared for a long time.

"…There is a gift that I have finally prepared."

Guinevere naturally took his wife's hand and said.

"Huh? What is that?"

Morgan was slightly stunned. She didn't know what day it was today, and why her husband suddenly remembered to give her a gift.

However, it is not difficult to guess what it is.

...Maybe that's the only thing?

Morgan guessed in her heart, but she was not in a hurry to expose her husband's intention. After all, gifts should always remain mysterious and fresh. If she said it directly just because she knew it, it would be too unromantic.

"Well...if my wife hasn't guessed it, then let's wait a little longer."

Guinevere's face was filled with a bright smile unconsciously.

"Well, let's wait until night then."

After a brief thought, Guinevere nodded slightly.

"Going tonight...?"

Morgan was particularly keen to capture some somewhat concerning information from Guinevere's words, and she couldn't help but look at her husband with some confusion.

"Are we going out?"

"Well, because it's not appropriate in the bedroom."

Guinevere explained, but ultimately didn't reveal much.

This is really...

Morgan couldn't help but chuckle; it was the first time she saw her husband acting so mysterious.

However, he probably did this to prepare a surprise for himself...

Is it a special ceremony... or a special environment...

"Then... my wife."

Guinevere paused, then asked, "Are there any more combined mirrors?"

"Combined mirror?"

Guinevere's words surprised Morgan.

"Well, it should be useful tonight."

"Where are you going?"

"Well, my wife will know when she arrives... Now, I can't tell you yet."

"Hmm...okay then."

Morgan felt an indescribable pleasure when she saw her husband's beautiful face showing shyness that she hadn't seen in a long time because of nervousness.

Moreover, she probably also vaguely felt that my husband must have spent a lot of time and effort to achieve this.

If that's the case, then why would she refuse?

Forget it, there’s no point in guessing now. Anyway, we’ll know by evening.

"Huh? Guinevere's gift?"

In the last moments before the night came, Morgan did not choose to continue to be busy with those tedious government affairs as usual, but instead called his daughter.

Then I told her about it.

"What gift can that unromantic Guinevere give to my mother?"

The Fairy Knight Tristan said with a hint of disdain: "That's probably the only one, right? That one."

But although it is true that this is said, but...

Tsk, it turns out that even she herself wouldn't believe it if she said she wasn't envious.

Damn, I envy my mother so much!

"Tsk, then should I also give him a gift so that he can give me a gift in return..."

The fairy girl was somewhat hesitant about this.

"Hmm... I don't know about that either. After all, my relationship with my husband has always been like this..."

"Well, of course I know that Guinevere loves mother the most."

Her Royal Highness the Princess couldn't help but speak a little angrily, but her tone was inevitably filled with envy.

"Then go hang out with Guinevere more often when you have time, and improve your relationship. This is not something that can be achieved overnight."

Looking at the little princess who was puffy, envious and inevitably a little jealous, Morgan smiled slightly, gently stroked her smooth cheek and said.

"Well... of course I know this..."

but……

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sunset.

As night falls, the brilliant and dim sky is finally covered with an indigo curtain, which starts from the eastern horizon and gradually swallows up the colorful warm colors in the sky.

Until the sun's afterglow was about to disappear, even the last bit of brilliance was swallowed up and squeezed by the starry night, leaving a warm orange light band on the western horizon.

The combined mirror was adjusted to the appropriate coordinates and then turned on.

"I'm leaving, my wife."

Guinevere's tone showed that he was suppressing his nervousness, but more of it was happiness.

"Yes, I know, my husband."

Morgan nodded gently. She had left a clone in the royal city to prevent her good mood from being disturbed by the chaos in Camelot during her rare trip with her husband.

"…But before you go, my wife needs to cover her eyes."

"Eh?"

"Okay, it will only take a moment. It will be done soon."

As he spoke, Guinevere pulled Morgan in front of the mirror and covered her eyes with his hands.

"No peeking, okay?"

"Okay, I won't peek. I'll just walk over there."

Morgan's lips were filled with a sweet smile. She didn't feel disgusted by her husband's sudden childish request, but just felt very warm.

"Well, go ahead and I'll catch you from behind."

Guinevere said softly.

At the same time, Morgan took a lotus step and crossed the mirror that she had created across space.

The quiet and slightly chilly atmosphere in the royal city turned into a warm and soft atmosphere filled with the fragrance of flowers after crossing the mirror full of rippling waves.

Morgan felt the ground beneath his feet was soft, but at least it was flat.

She could have used her powerful spiritual sense to scan this unfamiliar land, and even without using her eyes, she could have sensed every blade of grass and every tree here.

But she resisted the urge to do so.

"…Well, let's see where we are, Azuma."

Guinevere then released his fingertips that were covering Morgan's vision.

Under the gorgeous night sky, Morgan, who had not left Camelot for who knows how long, took in everything in front of him.

At this moment, they were in a field somewhere unknown, maintaining a gentle curve that had never been modified by humans. A gentle breeze blew from the southeast, gently ruffling her and Guinevere's hair.