Chapter 862

The Queen's face, hidden beneath the black veil, twisted in pain.

Although I could tell he was deliberately saying such cold and heartless words to lower the fairies' guard, I still felt incredibly heartbroken.

Why did you have to say it like that... Shirou... Ugh!

"So, your attitude towards the Fae Kingdom —won't threaten Her Majesty the Queen?"

The clan chief of the Earth Clan asked the question.

"Spriggan."

Upon hearing the Queen call his name, the blond male fairy quickly bowed and said, "Ah, I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I had no intention of interrupting you at all."

However, he doesn't seem to have been replaced from Pan-Human History, but rather a "drifter" who truly achieved this through his own will, so I'm also somewhat excited...

"... It's alright, I was going to ask you that question anyway."

Morgan looked at Shirou and asked, "So, you've come to my country... just to check things out?"

Shirou scratched his head in confusion, and the Queen pressed him for an answer again.

Answer my question.

"Well... you could say that. We're just here for sightseeing."

Shirou, of course, couldn't possibly say "I'm here to destroy this world" in front of so many fairies.

"Your Queen! You don't need to be fooled by this con artist!"

Woodwose's roar echoed through the throne room.

He found the current situation unbelievable and incomprehensible.

A man from the outside world claimed to be the King of Britain, who had died 2,000 years ago.

It was utterly absurd no matter how you looked at it, yet even His Majesty Morgan listened intently to this fraudster's lies.

"You claim to be the Nameless King? There's a limit to lying! How could a human like you possibly unify Britain!"

"Huh? No way? I just defeated all the demons who came looking for trouble, and naturally everyone supported me as king... It wasn't difficult at all."

He said nonchalantly, "Because that's the truth."

Or is it that the imposing demeanor and words are actually a common trick used to deceive the opponent?

The fairy officials were also skeptical.

The Ancestral Genesis King of Britain has returned after 2000 years...

The topic was so absurd that they couldn't keep up at all.

Yes, it's utterly absurd.

That's why Woodwose deliberately provoked them.

It's actually quite simple to prove whether this man is lying.

Even after two thousand years, when the fairies talk about that king, the first thing that comes to mind is his cruelty and ruthlessness, and his unparalleled absolute power.

Woodwose believed that he could prove the man a fraud by tearing him apart in front of the Queen.

"Don't rush, I'll play with you someday... but not today."

Shirou said with a smile, "You wouldn't want your blood to taint His Majesty's throne, would you?"

"What..."

Woodwose looked surprised; he had actually been overwhelmed by Woodworth's imposing manner.

The human's tone was full of confidence, firmly believing that even if the opponent was the hero of the Fae Kingdom and the strongest warrior of the Fang Clan, he could not possibly lose.

--Quiet.

Morgan saved the bewildered Woodwose.

Her Queen's word of "Silence," spoken with her cane, resonated deeply with everyone.

At the same time, she also eliminated her inner anxiety.

"I understand, Shirou... You call yourself the return of the Nameless King."

On this point, I will reserve my opinion.

The Queen neither denied that Shirou was that person, nor did she admit it.

This was also Shirou's goal: to make the fairies believe that the Queen was wary of him.

"Since you're staying in Britain just for sightseeing, I won't interfere with your actions."

I acknowledge your right to freedom of movement in my country, and afterwards, you may do as you please.

"I'm so sorry, Your Queen."

Shirou bowed his head and thanked him, his tone still flippant.

"Well then, now that everything has been settled, Shirou."

If you'd like, please be sure to visit Norwich, which I govern.

Although this is a town filled with the smell of coal smoke and dominated by steel and commerce... we will do our best to treat you well.

Spriggan extended an invitation to Shirou.

The young man claimed to be the king who unified the Fae Kingdom 2,000 years ago.

If true, then even if he does nothing, his very existence would be enough to shake Morgan's rule.

"Ah, you're too cunning, Spriggan."

The one who wants to compete with him is a beautiful blonde fairy who is not present but appears as a Magecraft image.

Aurora, the clan chief of the Wind Clan, smiled and said:

"Hey, Shirou- sama, come to Salisbury... I'd like to hear you talk about what's happening outside, and about the past."

Shirou ignored their invitation and continued to stare at the Queen, awaiting her command.

"Gawain."

"Huh, is that so!?"

The Queen summoned her loyal Faerie Knight.

The latter's mind had gone blank for several minutes due to Shirou's bombshell statement.

How could this be... this person... Shirou, he is...

Gawain was startled when his name was suddenly called and accidentally bit his tongue.

"You were the one who first discovered Shirou and captured him, weren't you?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! But I didn't know he was..."

Morgan interrupted, "In that case, take him to Manchester; he'll probably be more comfortable there."

The Faerie Knight's eyes widened. "Me... take care of him?"

The Queen raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you dissatisfied?"

Gawain noticed Shirou's mischievous grin beside her, which made her already complicated feelings even more uneasy.

"No, no... Since this is His Majesty's order, I will obey."

That's settled.

After saying that, Gawain led Shirou away from the throne room.

Morgan watched his departing figure until it completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Then she announced the order that "today's audience is now over."

The fairies and officials whispered among themselves and dispersed.

Woodwose still had something to say, but noticing the Queen's resolute stance, he wisely withdrew.

Muryan, Spriggan, and Aurora, the clan chiefs, each with their own ulterior motives, disappeared into the throne room.

The once crowded space was now empty except for the Queen, who sat regally on her throne.

"..."

Morgan placed her hands on her ample chest, struggling to regulate her breathing.

Indeed... it's really bad for the heart.

Just looking into that person's eyes makes me feel like my reason is about to fly away.

Suppressing the emotions revealed in one's tone is more difficult than one might imagine.

If Shirou stays in Camelot, I'm afraid he'll break down sooner or later...

The Queen realized this, which is why she let Gawain take Shirou away, giving herself some time to prepare mentally.

But...

Shirou, he really came back.

Although I don't know his real purpose this time, it's... not that important anymore.

Like me, Shirou has grown a lot too.

Although his appearance has changed, you can still tell it's him from the atmosphere.

He already had a good foundation, and his face has indeed become incredibly handsome.

Morgan considered herself a woman who didn't care about her lover's appearance, but now she finally understands that it varies from person to person...

So handsome, Shirou after growing up!

Morgan thought to himself with a touch of infatuation.

Most importantly, his hair had turned white...

Even in this respect, she's just like me, haha, that's the most gratifying thing.

The Fae Queen sat on her jade throne, laughing happily to herself.

His arms and legs had also become incredibly long; if someone were to be hugged by such a body, they might melt into liquid on the spot...

Are you trying to kill me, you idiot Shirou!

Completely immersed in a blissful fantasy, she committed a grave error unprecedented in two thousand years.

The Fae Queen, who ruled over all of Britain, was completely unaware that someone had infiltrated the hall and approached her.

"!?!?!?"

A hand slipped through the black veil and touched the Queen's cheek.

Morgan stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The person standing in front of him was Shirou, who should have been taken away by Gawain.

He climbed the steps of the throne, knelt before the Queen on one knee, and met Morgan's gaze.

The hand pressed against Morgan's cheek, though rough, conveyed an incredibly real warmth, letting the Queen know that she wasn't delusional.

"Why are you back...?"

Etc!

Didn't I already say I wasn't mentally prepared yet!?

So close... so close, so close, so close, so close! Too close, too close!

Ah... his face is so handsome, really so handsome... even his slightly melancholic eyes are amazing...

A wisp of red hair could be seen mixed in with his white hair; he really is my Shirou...

Morgan spoke with great difficulty, his voice trembling:

"Didn't I... already tell you to step back...? You, you insolent scoundrel... are you trying to assassinate me?!"

The Queen was simply stating her true feelings.

I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die...

I can't breathe. How do you breathe?