In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

As for what kind of suppression methods are used... naturally there is no need to elaborate.

The army sent by Salisbury to Winchester was repelled, and the other side, after gaining fame, immediately began to recruit more troops and strengthen itself.

By the time the incident was reported to Camelot, the entire east side of Salisbury was on the verge of paralysis.

Oxford tried to support Salisbury, but the road from Oxford to Salisbury was mostly hilly, with dense forests in between that were difficult to traverse. These dense forests became advantageous terrain for the Winchester rebels to fight against the Fang Clan, who were good at frontal combat.

Oxford came to support three times, but was repelled each time.

For a time, the news that the Great Cathedral of Salisbury was about to fall caused the whole of Britain to be in a precarious sense of crisis.

If Salisbury fell, it would certainly cause a great shake to the rule of His Majesty Morgan in Camelot.

"........."

At the morning court session, Her Majesty Morgan had not yet expressed her opinion on the matter, but Her Majesty the Queen, who sat on the throne with her, could no longer tolerate the situation getting worse.

Because if this continues, the only thing that will be damaged is your Majesty's authority.

…This was her Britain.

No one will be allowed to dare to raise another flag on this land.

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"…This is the first time I see you so angry."

Morgan held the queen's hand and walked through the corridors of the royal city as usual.

"…Maybe a little bit, but I can't tolerate it any longer."

Two years of living together as king and subject, and a hundred years of married life, allowed Guinevere to hold his wife's hand with peace of mind. There was a gleam in his starry eyes as he stared at the big hole outside the royal city, behind Camelot, or "facing" it, and whispered softly.

"This is your Britain, and I won't let anyone get their hands on it."

Gently holding his wife's delicate fingertips, Guinevere turned his head to look at the Queen of Winter beside him and said seriously.

"...It's really rare to see you like this... my husband."

"Because I am not only your queen and husband...but also your knight. Protecting you is my natural duty."

Guinevere said something that made Morgan's lips curl up.

He will never realize that what he says sometimes is so touching that people can't help but want to give him a small reward.

But it is precisely because he himself is unaware of it that these words are so refreshing like sweet spring water.

"...Actually, as long as you have this intention, I can leave the rebellion to Lancelot and Gawain."

Morgan didn't want to have her husband away from her for several days just because of a rebellion in a certain area.

Now that you have heard what you wanted to hear, it is about time to stop.

"Gawain is always ordered around Britain. I would feel embarrassed to call her whenever something happens. As for Lancelot... it's good for her to stay in Camelot."

But this time Guinevere was determined to go and quell the rebellion himself.

"Oh...Is that so..."

Morgan sighed softly. At this point, she didn't know what to say.

She had expected that although Guinevere was easily influenced, once he made a decision, it would be difficult for him to change it.

Seeing his wife frowning involuntarily and revealing a faint sadness that was almost a daily occurrence, Guinevere subconsciously tightened her hand.

"Okay... don't keep such a sad face all day long. It would be a shame if such a beautiful lady frowned every day."

As time went by, the relationship between Guinevere and Morgan became more harmonious, and the deep-rooted master-servant concept between them also changed in a certain sense.

It turned into a seemingly calm, but increasingly deep liking for each other, or "love".

"Hmm...hmm."

Morgan was slightly stunned by her husband's sudden joke, then she couldn't help but chuckle.

“Even my husband is starting to joke around.”

"Hmm, what is that... Could it be that I was very taciturn in the past...? I didn't really feel that way."

A blush appeared on Guinevere's face.

“…It’s okay.”

Facing her husband, the slight sadness on Morgan's face was dispelled by a relieved smile.

"Whether it's my former husband or my current husband, I like him very much."

…Ever since the Queen of Winter married the Queen of Spring a hundred years ago, somewhere in the royal city, there might appear a couple holding hands and whispering sweet nothings to each other, creating the most beautiful scenery in the entire royal city.

At first, they were a little embarrassed to do so, but as time went by, they gradually got used to walking hand in hand through the long corridors of the royal city every day.

Even the guards guarding the royal city went from not daring to take a second look at them at first to getting used to it and not having any psychological fluctuations when they stood by and said sweet words to each other.

Get used to it, get used to it.

Even His Majesty and the Queen came to show their affection in front of me, what big scene have I not seen (indifferent)

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Act 2: Demonic Light

Heading south from Oxford and further south towards Salisbury, the terrain you encounter gradually changes from plains to rolling hills.

On top of this vast hill was a vast forest that was so vast that even the tall knight guards could not see the end of it.

This kind of terrain is everywhere around Winchester.

Such terrain naturally became a natural barrier for them, and the rebels even used the terrain to repel several attacks by the Fang Clan.

Just from the description, it feels like this is a resistance force that is stronger and more prepared than the rebellion two years ago.

"It's weird..."

Under Guinevere's command, the army quickly advanced towards the forest. Because of his outstanding performance in the barracks and the courtyard, the goblin soldier named Winston had been appointed by Guinevere as his lieutenant.

Just as the knights were about to use their heavy, sharp halberds to cut down the forest that was hiding the enemy's figures like a sickle cutting wheat, Winston couldn't help but let out a light exclamation.

"What's the matter, Winston?"

"Ah, it's nothing, Your Highness. I just suddenly felt a little strange or had some questions."

Winston shook his head and said.

"doubt?"

"Well, Your Highness, do you remember that a hundred years ago, a rebellion broke out in Swint, which was also under the jurisdiction of Salisbury?"

"Of course I remember that. What's wrong?"

"Ah, maybe I'm just overthinking it, but within a hundred years, both rebellions took place in the jurisdiction of Salisbury... Hmm, it's really a coincidence that such a thing would happen..."

Winston's unintentional words caught Guinevere's attention.

"You mean...there's something wrong with Salisbury?"

"Ah, no, no, no, I dare not."

Winston made an unconscious judgment based on his intuition, but if the two rebellions were really related to Salisbury... he really didn't have the courage to say it.

"Yeah, I know that too, it's just a guess."

Of course, Guinevere would never take Winston's unintentional words seriously, but... maybe he should really go to Salisbury to take a look.

However, these are all later stories. No matter what, the most important thing is to resolve the current rebellion.

"...Never mind, everyone, retreat."

Even though the knights were cutting down the forest as efficiently as a lawn mower, in Guinevere's eyes, their efficiency was too low.

The beautiful queen in the royal city, the kind queen, once she puts on armor and draws out the magic sword, it will be the most loyal and sharp sword of Your Majesty.

The blood-red sword was slowly drawn out of its scabbard, flames floating, and the magnificent sword body, as exquisite as a work of art, attracted everyone's attention.

"Ohhhh——Could it be..."

"Idiot! Back off!"

Seeing that several soldiers were so obsessed with the exquisite sword that looked like a work of art that they forgot to retreat, Winston hurriedly dragged those idiots down with several other soldiers.

"...Sword, sing."

Guinevere whispered, and the magic sword revived.

A huge amount of magic power was injected into the dazzling demonic light, and the rapidly expanding sharp light quickly rushed straight into the sky.

Then Guinevere waved gently.

"boom-----!!!"

The roar, the vibration, the heat and the shock wave that was enough to tear the human body apart exploded together.

No matter how tough the trees were, they quickly withered under the ominous evil light, twisting, swaying, and turning into a sea of ​​fire.

"Oh oh oh oh!!!"

"That's it! That's your Highness's demon sword! It's so beautiful!"

"Even as a unit directly under His Highness, the opportunity to see His Highness wield the demon sword is rare...!"

“The unknown… evil… queen! Uwuwuwu!!”

Someone among the astonished soldiers subconsciously uttered that unpleasant title for Her Majesty the Queen.

But someone covered his mouth in time.

"You idiot, you're crazy! How dare you spread such dirty rumors in front of His Highness!"

The soldier grabbed another soldier and spoke in a low voice.

The soldier, who was a bit naive and always said whatever he thought, nodded quickly to prevent his comrade from being too cruel and strangling him to death.

"Okay... I don't care what people call me. Let's get started and finish quickly."

Guinevere was standing on a scorched earth whose temperature had not yet dropped. As he said, he really didn't care about those inexplicable names given to him, even if someone said them in front of him.

However, if you call his wife some unpleasant nicknames in front of her, you cannot guarantee the visitor's safety.

"……Yes."

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. They were grateful for His Highness's generosity and generous treatment.

They don't really like these malicious names being called to them.

It’s just that, where they can’t see, there are so many slanders and defamations like this.

So much so that it has almost become a habit that even they have accepted.

As the forest covering Winchester quickly turned into scorched earth under the sword, the rebels who attempted to ambush the knights in the forest could only see a beam of demonic light rising into the sky, and then they and the dense forest where they were hiding were burned up in the dazzling, scorching light.

Gazing at the fortress and the city wall that had appeared in front of him, Guinevere waved his hand casually, and under the infusion of magic power, the demon sword drew a huge sword energy over a hundred meters high, splitting the fortress that the rebels were proud of and that even the Fang Clan might be able to withstand for a period of time into two.

The fortresses on both sides began to burn with raging fires. That was the demon sword fire that only the demon sword Molloy could release, an ominous flame. The rebel soldiers, whose main combat units were fairies, howled in pain and tried to put out the demon fire that was fueled by magic on their bodies. However, the fairies themselves were ether creatures, and once they touched this demon fire, they would basically die.

"No, don't panic! Hurry up, hurry up, the second team is coming up...! Damn it, the enemy is already here!"

The goblins in charge of the fortress's defense shouted, but they could only watch the goblins infected by the goblin fire turn into ashes in pain.

The enemy had forced the gates of the fortress open. After the flying demonic fire subsided, the knights began to advance through the gap opened by Guinevere's sword.

In this way, the task of suppressing the rebellion is almost half completed.

For a while, the whole city was filled with shouts and screams.

Guinevere stepped on the crisp fragments of the fortress and the dead trees and scorched earth that the dead goblins had turned into.

In the eyes of the rebels, the rumors spread from Camelot had already become an indisputable reality.

The inky black armor showed a slight color difference under the sunlight, or showed an enchanting bright purple, appearing more three-dimensional and thorough. Facing such weak people, those wearing the ominous armor did not even wear helmets, letting their untied black hair fly in the heat of the ruins.

There are probably few beauties in the entire fairy kingdom that can rival that beautiful face. The white fingertips covered with gauntlets tightly grasped the magic sword in the hand. In the eyes of any enemy, this is like the existence of the god of death.

Only a narrow crescent-shaped black and red eye mask covered those bright starry eyes, which eventually turned into a cold and ruthless gaze that swept away all the rebels.

"The demon queen who brought disaster to the world..."