In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"However, fortunately, I have become the ruler of all of Britain, and I have also received the love of my husband..."

Morgan said fondly.

"My wife..."

Guinevere was deeply moved by Morgan's confession.

"I'm the same as you. As long as I have your love, it's enough for me."

“…crash.”

Suddenly, a wooden sign floated across the Dorachi River, but the couple, who were so focused on each other, did not notice anything unusual on the dangerous river surface.

It says on it——

Why don't you leave quickly?!

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Pseudo·Act 134~Fairy Tale of Rain and Stars

After crossing the harmless Dorachi River, we had to continue south for about a day to reach Londinium.

"My wife? What's wrong?"

Guinevere noticed that his wife was always looking around from time to time, and couldn't help asking.

"Ah... nothing, I just felt that this journey was a little too quiet."

Morgan retracted his somewhat wandering gaze and spoke.

"Too quiet?"

"...Well, at this time, there are usually some wild fairies or other fantasy creatures that suddenly appear, right? Wyverns or something like that..."

Morgan, who was dressed like a girl in a white gown, said with a guilty conscience.

"Well, that's the type that would be hostile to us..."

Guinevere said as a matter of course: "Wouldn't it be better if we didn't encounter that kind of thing?"

"Hmm... It's good, but it's a little lacking in the fun of hiking, isn't it?"

Morgan revealed his true thoughts.

"My wife is actually someone who loves adventure...?"

Guinevere raised his pretty eyebrows slightly and asked.

"Well... you can't say that..."

Morgan tried to avoid the gentle gaze from her husband. She knew very well that her beloved husband would never make fun of her, but just the look from him was enough to make her feel ashamed.

No matter whether they are human or fairy, they will always care about their image in front of the people they care about.

Besides... She wasn't simply expecting some small fry to show up and disturb them during their long journey, but she wanted someone who was slightly stronger than her husband and slightly weaker than herself...

That kind of enemy is fun to deal with... and who knows, you might even be able to perform the heroic feat of saving the damsel in distress.

Of course, the hero is yourself, and the beauty is naturally your little husband.

However, it is very strange that this type of enemy would appear here, not to mention that with the aura of Morgan and Guinevere, any fairies or fantasy species with a little attack power in the surroundings would be scared away.

How could we possibly meet...

While her husband's back was turned, Morgan sighed with a hint of resignation.

Forget it, if I can't meet him, then I won't meet him...

Morgan put away the playfulness that had been suppressed for who knows how long. As long as she could be with my husband...

They passed through beautiful woodlands, and then the terrain gradually became flat. By this time on the second day, Guinevere and Morgan had appeared in front of the magnificent and majestic abandoned capital.

Grand and magnificent were probably the words that came to his mind at this moment to describe the abandoned city in front of him.

The intact city walls and the broken city walls blended together perfectly under the same tone, just like the coat of arms of the abandoned city of Londinium that Guinevere had the honor of seeing in a book.

Broken and majestic, two words that should not be put together, are used to describe the same city, and it is not so abrupt at this time. Dark green vines grow wildly along one side of the collapsed city wall, as if telling how long this desolate period has lasted.

"This is Londinium..."

Guinevere murmured in a daze.

"...Let's go in."

Morgan pursed her lips slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of pain and struggle.

This was the place that once held her last hope, and it was also the place where her last hope was finally completely shattered.

Guinevere sensed that his wife was not in good condition, so he simply followed her into this abandoned city that must have once been as majestic and magnificent as Camelot.

Passing through the city gate that was badly damaged but still retained its basic outline, the couple was able to enter the abandoned city that was already overgrown with branches.

"…Let's spend the night here today."

Morgan stared at everything in the abandoned city until the end, then he spoke quietly.

"it is good."

Guinevere had no idea what this place meant to his wife.

But I'm afraid that wouldn't be something that can be called a good memory.

However, as long as I can be by her side, no matter how painful it is, I will heal her wounds.

This is what a husband should be called responsible.

In the huge abandoned city, Guinevere was fantasizing about this while he collected a large bundle of branches.

"Okay, that's about it..."

Guinevere exhaled lightly and said.

"Just take this side away... Hehe."

"Ok?"

As Guinevere was collecting the last branches, he was involuntarily attracted by an ancient pattern on a huge stone wall.

On the huge, dusty stone wall, Guinevere saw murals that seemed to be carved with very delicate craftsmanship.

This is definitely not something that was created in just a few years or even a few hundred years.

This mural gave Guinevere that feeling.

Guinevere really couldn't understand what the mural depicted.

The dragon bone at the bottom opened its mouth, with two sides extending from it. No one knew what the huge creature with antlers in the center was. Only the three winged creatures on each side of the huge creature could be barely understood as fairies.

There was nothing else except that giant creature with antlers with halos on its head and raindrops falling from all sides. It didn't seem to have much valuable meaning, maybe just hinting at the great changes that were about to happen in the world.

What does this mural mean?

Guinevere was in doubt.

"My husband? What are you doing?"

Morgan on the other side had already come over, only to see her husband standing in a daze in front of the ancient mural.

"My wife... have you seen this painting before?"

Guinevere asked, giving up the mural.

“…It’s still here intact.”

Morgan's eyes were also attracted by the ancient mural. She couldn't help but raise her fingertips and gently stroked the dark stone wall, with a hint of nostalgia in her tone.

"…The name of this painting is Naraku no Mushi, and it depicts the story of Genesis."

"Genesis? From the Fairyland?"

Guinevere asked.

"No, to be precise, it should be this British Island, and the time was probably around 12,000 years in the fairy calendar."

"Isn't that more than 13,000 years ago... such a long time ago?"

"Hmm... that giant creature in the middle is an ancient god called Cernunnos."

"God? There are gods in the Fairy Kingdom?"

The existence called "God" has never been encountered in the culture of the Fairy Kingdom, and the concept that can only be glimpsed in various human flotsam and jetsam would actually appear in the Genesis of the Fairy Kingdom...?

"What about these two sides...?"

"They are the ancestors of the fairies in the creation legend, the original six fairies."

Morgan said softly.

"The creation legend?"

"Well, according to legend, six fairies created the present-day Britain and established a fairy society... something like that."

"That's right..."

Guinevere always believed in his wife's words.

Although there are still some doubts that I still don’t understand, but since my wife chose to explain it this way, she must have her reasons... The husband silently believed this.

Morgan silently observed her husband's reaction, although she didn't want to hide it...

But some truths cannot be revealed easily.

Night fell.

Guinevere lit the branches he had gathered and built a bonfire somewhere in what was barely a room.

The dry branches were previously lit and crackled in the jumping flames.

"How did my wife come to Londinium?"

Sitting by the campfire, Guinevere stared at the fire and couldn't help but ask softly.

"Nothing, I just wanted to come and see."

Everything around him fell into darkness, leaving only a small area of ​​light around the campfire in front of him. Morgan leaned calmly on his lover's shoulder and whispered softly.

"Is this place... important to my wife?"

As if feeling that his wife's body temperature was a little cold, Guinevere subconsciously raised his hands and hugged her, and his warm fingertips transferred his body temperature to her.

"Um...yeah, it's important."

The white dress was spotless, and she wore it exactly the same as before, but she couldn't find the same feeling as before.

...Is it because I became the queen?

Morgan murmured in his heart.

No... Although this is indeed a huge change for me, if we talk about drastic changes, it all started with the arrival of my husband.

That's right, although the wound still hurts, it no longer bleeds.

"My husband... do you like to listen to stories?"

Morgan held Guinevere in his arms, holding a love that was as warm as the sun but not enough to burn him, and whispered softly.

"story?"

"...a fairy tale of rain and stars that probably no one will ever hear again."

"My husband, come."

Morgan gently pushed her beloved husband down and let him lie on her soft lap.

Faced with his beloved wife's whim, Guinevere naturally could not refuse. He obediently lay down beside the campfire and waited quietly for his wife's story.

——A long, long time ago.

In the faraway Orkney, there lived a little princess.

It was a place where it rained all day long;

It was a place that hadn’t seen the sun for a long time;