In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"Well... that's just a metaphor, my wife, don't be angry..."

Suddenly, Guinevere felt a gentle touch on both sides of his shoulders.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that the other two wives in black palace skirts had surrounded him from both sides and behind.

"My...my wife? Why do I have so many wives..."

Guinevere said this with a guilty conscience for no reason.

"Angry...? Of course I won't be angry with my husband."

Morgan, who was to Guinevere's left, said.

"Well, why would I be mad at my husband?"

Morgan, who was to Guinevere's right, said.

"But if I, as a wife, am a fool, then what would my husband be?"

Morgan, as the real body, turned her head with a teasing smile and looked at her beloved husband and said.

"Um……"

"Um……"

Morgan on both sides showed a long-planned smile, put his slightly upturned nose close to the ear of the fairy boy, and exhaled softly.

“Ah…”

The ears on both sides, which had become sensitive due to nervousness, turned slightly red, and Guinevere let out an unexpected gasp.

The three Morgans worked together to press Guinevere down on the soft carpet.

"…If I am a fool, then I will make my husband a fool who cannot live without me."

The two Morgans held Guinevere from the left and right, whispering in Ai's ear.

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Pseudo·Act 133~If You Forget, I Will Love You

However, even though Morgan still severely punished her lovely queen on a whim, it did not mean that she really resisted her husband's words.

"Um...does my husband mean to go out for a walk together?"

That night, Morgan and Guinevere hugged each other and whispered.

"My wife is so mean... One person can't defeat me, so she uses three people..."

The fairy boy didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers at this moment. After his beloved wife asked him for a while, he answered in a thin voice.

Morgan felt that the pressure was greatly reduced after the human wave tactics. Even after finishing it, he did not feel very tired. Instead, he felt refreshed.

"Cough cough..."

However, three against one is indeed a bit unfair... I still feel a little guilty.

Soon, Guinevere regained some strength.

But along with it, there was also a hint of sleepiness creeping up between his eyebrows.

"Then, my wife, did you agree...?"

Guinevere yawned and asked subconsciously.

"Well... maybe like my husband said, it's good to go out for a walk."

Morgan hugged her husband's jade-like body tightly, sniffing the faint fragrance on his body mixed with the scent she forced herself to have.

“That’s great…”

Guinevere subconsciously hugged his beloved wife tightly in his arms, and the pressure on his starry eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"My husband, how did you suddenly think of such a thing?"

The two of them got closer, and Morgan's entire face almost stepped into Guinevere's chest. She couldn't help but ask a question.

“Does that even need to be said…?”

"There are some things that people and fairies don't necessarily remember, and there are some things that don't need to be understood, just like you've been alone for so many years that you've forgotten to love yourself."

"——But it doesn't matter. You forget to care about yourself, so I will care about you; you forget to care about yourself, so I will care about you;"

"You forgot to love yourself, so let me love you."

"…This is not a husband's responsibility. This is my love for you, okay?"

Guinevere closed his eyes and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"........."

Morgan didn't know how others would react when they heard this.

She only knew that she was the only one who heard this, and;

It's for her.

"Hula..."

The quilt was pulled away suddenly, Morgan propped herself up, and hugged her beloved husband again.

Guinevere was slightly stunned, and suddenly he felt his wife's already strong scent coming towards him and even starting to penetrate into his nostrils.

And his face was sunken in a soft, white embrace.

"My wife...?"

"Shh, go to sleep."

Morgan said, "I don't mind, but you are my queen, I have to hold you tight."

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After leaving their clone behind, the couple, who loved each other deeply, set off with just a word of instruction to their daughter.

In human terms, it means going on a trip at any time.

That’s right, although they don’t know what they will encounter along the way, it is precisely because of this that they are so excitedly looking forward to what kind of wonderful memories this journey will create.

Both parties were very excited.

"My wife, my wife, are you ready?"

After preparing the spell tools that would blur the surface so that no one could recognize him, Guinevere changed into an ordinary travel outfit. However, since it was designed by humans, it would still be somewhat conspicuous if placed among a group of goblins.

"...Well, even I am beginning to get excited, my husband."

Morgan walked out of the locker room, and Guinevere was stunned by his outfit.

"…Why, what's wrong…does my husband think it doesn't look good?"

Morgan was a little nervous. This was the first time she wore this dress and stood in front of her beloved husband. She didn't know whether her husband would like her outfit.

“…My wife??”

Guinevere slowly opened his mouth, as if an egg could be stuffed directly into it.

"Is it really my wife?!"

Guinevere's shock could not be described in words.

The beloved wife in front of him had changed out of the black palace skirt she wore in the deep palace every day, and instead put on an exquisite and beautiful white dress, and a blue coat with gold edging. The black stockings that were usually hidden under the palace skirt were also changed to purple. The black gloves on both hands covered the proof of her and her husband's deep love for each other, which was the ring. There was also a vermilion gem in the middle of the beautiful black bow on her chest.

The only things that remained unchanged were his chest, which was bulging and looked a little tight, his long silver-blue hair combed into two strands behind his back, and his eyes like lake water.

To be honest, the moment Guinevere saw her, he almost didn't recognize that she was his beloved wife.

Not only the appearance, but even the temperament seems to have changed...

Although the aura that had naturally accumulated from ruling the Fairy Kingdom for a thousand years was not so easy to conceal, after she put on the dress, a temperament that even Guinevere could not describe emerged.

She is a bit like an innocent girl, but mixed with the queen temperament that can't be hidden in her beloved wife, it is inexplicably contradictory.

"Doesn't my wife look beautiful dressed like this?"

Guinevere said sincerely, "Well... how should I put it? I feel that the style of the clothes is a little different from what my wife usually wears."

"Well... there's nothing I can do about it. I haven't worn this outfit in a long, long time."

As long as my husband doesn't hate it... Morgan breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, even she herself couldn't understand why she suddenly decided to wear this outfit that should have been thrown away long ago.

Maybe... maybe I just want to take a look.

But when she really put on this dress in front of her husband, the look from his eyes made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but want to change this dress that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

...But, in the end, it was not changed.

…Because my husband said that this dress is still very beautiful no matter what, so I still wore it when I set out.

So one day, the unknown lake fairy and the unidentified fairy left Camelot together and headed east along the big cave.

"Huh, it's out. How does my wife feel?"

Guinevere stretched his body slightly, breathing in the air from the mountains and fields, and couldn't help but look back at his wife.

"Well... for now, the situation is pretty good."

Morgan said with a smile, holding a cane that was as black as ink but had a pale blue pattern on it.

At least for now, the situation is pretty good.

She murmured this in her heart. It was indeed a long time since she had walked on this land. However, everything that had happened in the past had already hurt her soul, making her no longer even willing to set foot here.

Only after a thousand years, when time had scabbed over the scars in her heart, did she finally muster up the courage to follow Guinevere out.

"Hmm, so where's our first stop? New Darlington? Or Norwich?"

Guinevere slowed down his pace and waited until his beloved wife passed him before he followed with a relaxed pace and asked.

"Then go..."

Morgan originally wanted to say that she didn't want to go anywhere, or that her husband could go wherever he wanted.

But before she could speak after thinking about it, she said as if she subconsciously: "Let's go to Londinium, okay?"

"Londinian?"

Guinevere was slightly stunned. He had seen this place name in a book. It was said that it was a prosperous metropolis during the Goblin Era. But later, with the end of the Autumn War when the Goblin Era reached 400 years old, Londinium was burned down and turned into a desolate ruin.

"Okay, as long as my wife likes it, we can go anywhere."

Guinevere smiled and took his beloved wife's hand, saying.

"……Um."

There is only one way from Camelot to the abandoned city of Londinium, which is to go east from the big cave, then south, cross the Dorachi River and continue south to Londinium.

I heard that the River Dolaqi is also a very interesting place.

The River of Dolaqi is also called the River of Tears.

There once was a great goblin known as the "Holy Grail of Water", and that was Dorachi. After Dorachi's death, he turned into the terrifying goblin Lord of the Dead.

And Dorachi has the ability to summon the desired object to the person, and then drag him into the water and kill him.

In order to deal with this goblin lord who occupied the main traffic route, the goblins chose to build a bridge here. In this way, as long as they were careful when crossing the bridge and did not look at the river, they could avoid the trouble of Dorachi.

After walking for two days, Guinevere and Morgan leisurely enjoyed the scenery along the way and came to the bridge over the Dorachi River.

"Okay, this should be the Dolachi River... Although I really want to see the scenery here, unfortunately, the scenery here is very deadly."

Guinevere and Morgan walked hand in hand onto this seemingly ordinary bridge.

The fairy girl in a white dress said, "Doraqi... It's indeed an interesting place."

"But...if my wife looks at the River of Dolachi, what will she see?"

Guinevere was somewhat curious about his beloved wife's wishes.

"There should be nothing. After all, it can't give me what I want."

The girl, who was no longer as lively and passionate as before, silently clenched Guinevere's fingertips, and then her blue eyes met the starry eyes of her husband.

"--it can't give me the whole of Britain, and it can't give me your love."