"Don't worry about her. She no longer poses any threat to us. There's no need to make a big deal out of eliminating her."
Guinevere spoke calmly.
The monologue that the fairy Lancelot had delivered had some effect, though. After all, Guinevere was not a saint. He'd been relentlessly pursued and attacked by her for so long; it would be impossible for him to not hold some grudges. Even if she no longer posed a threat, Guinevere might have found a way to take her down if given the chance.
But when he saw that Lancelot was nothing more than a pitiful figure, desperately pursuing a version of him that didn't even recognize her, that anger gradually faded away.
He simply found Lancelot's situation sad and pitiful, and he felt that someone like her didn't even deserve his attention. It would be ridiculous to go after her with grand gestures.
[Though you have learned some details about your past life, you still firmly rejected the fairy Lancelot's affection. At the same time, you have chosen to no longer see her as your enemy.]
[Later, Oberon brought more news. Due to Nocknare personally leading the northern forces against Woodworth, and then leaving to deal with a natural disaster, the defenses in Edinburgh had weakened. Lord Bogut of Sheffield, having noticed this, seemed to have ideas about taking Edinburgh and had already mobilized his army to attack.]
[To protect the rear, Nocknare entrusted Bavanzi with opening the water mirror to Edinburgh, and immediately returned to take charge. Meanwhile, you and your group also followed her back to Edinburgh.]
Things always seemed to unfold this way—one issue settled, and another immediately arose. Guinevere had no choice but to hurry to Edinburgh. As for dealing with Lancelot, he could only temporarily put it aside.
He had originally planned to just ignore her. After all, he had already rejected her openly. If she still had any self-respect, she would leave on her own, and he wouldn't need to deal with her again.
That was Guinevere's plan.
However, the next morning, just as he had woken up in the room Nocknare had prepared for him, he suddenly heard a soft "tap-tap" sound from the door.
—Who could be looking for him so early? Could there be an urgent military matter?
With such confusion in mind, Guinevere sleepily opened the door, but to his surprise, it was the smiling fairy Lancelot, holding a plate of breakfast that seemed to have been carefully prepared. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Guinevere.
"Guinevere, you're awake! I made breakfast for you, would you like—"
Guinevere slammed the door shut with a "bang."
—Something's not right here.
Had he opened the door wrong? Why was Lancelot standing there?
He remembered clearly that after he had rejected her the previous day, Lancelot had looked utterly broken, as though her emotional support had been torn away. Under normal circumstances, whether she continued to seek his forgiveness or became his enemy out of hatred, it would take her a few days to decide.
So why was she here at his door?
Was it something about the way he opened the door?
Guinevere opened the door again, and once again, Lancelot stood there with a plate of breakfast, expectantly staring at him. He quickly slammed the door again.
What's going on? Why is Lancelot standing at his door this early?
"My dear, no matter how many times you open the door, you'll always see me."
"But, seeing that you seem upset, could it be that the breakfast I prepared isn't to your liking?"
Hearing her voice from outside, Guinevere took a deep breath, his face darkening, and opened the door once again.
"Why are you here?"
"Of course, I'm here to bring you a breakfast full of love," Lancelot said matter-of-factly. "My dear, skipping breakfast isn't healthy for humans, is it?"
"Stop pretending," Guinevere said coldly. "I've already made myself clear. I'm not Yousser. Whatever happened between him and you has nothing to do with me. I don't want to see you again. Do you not understand human language?"
"But even if I know you'll never accept me, I still love you."
Lancelot continued.
"Even if you hate me, even if you'll never accept me, as long as I can stay by your side and do something, no matter how small, for you, I will be content."
"...Leave."
After throwing those words out, Guinevere slammed the door shut again and quickly locked it.
Although he knew that locks meant nothing to Lancelot, he was still expressing his stance.
Then, he heard Lancelot's voice outside the door again.
"My dear, I've left the love-filled breakfast I made for you outside. Let me prepare lunch and dinner for you too."
"Also, you're coming to Edinburgh because Lord Bogut and his army are causing trouble outside, right?"
"Don't worry, I'll go help you deal with these troubles."
"?"
Guinevere furrowed his brow, then heard a swoosh as Lancelot seemed to leave.
"…What was that?"
Guinevere shook his head, his brows furrowing as he collapsed on the sofa, feeling a mess of emotions inside.
At that moment, he heard the "tap-tap" sound again from the door, followed by Artoria's loud voice:
"Guinevere! I heard some noise from your room. What happened?"
"Huh? Where did these breakfasts come from? Did Nocknare prepare them for you? That's not fair! Why didn't I get any?"
"So... is it okay if I have a little, Guinevere?"