A Fairy's Tail Idiot

Ch 3- An Idiot's Wisdom

Rung had done it. He had finally cornered the monsters. They were currently surrounded in a bar. He would soon arrive and announce their presence.

“Sir, you shouldn't be moving around in your condition!” A medic cried as they chased after him.

He wasn't about to listen to anymore fools and their excuses. He was ending that monster's life now. Then once the monster was dead, the blue demon will be brought to the center of town and executed in front of all to see.

‘I will use this new magic gifted to me by that banished mage.’ Rung thought as blackened magical energy surges around his arm. A smile creeps onto his face.

‘The Blue devil will die before it can achieve its plan.’

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“For the last time, we don't have orange juice!”

“Are you really really sure?”

“YES!”

Irene watches with mild fascination as the two argue about the bar having cookies and orange juice. She couldn't help but wonder if the crops were growing properly anymore. She had set up what she called, ‘Greenhouses,’ so they could grow crops at any time of the year.

It did take up 1 acre in space, however she had enchanted them with space magic so it held around 25 acres inside at minimum. She did teach others how to maintain the magic for the walls so everything didn't burst out of the buildings whenever there was a small hole leading between the inside and outside. However she was unsure if they kept them because they were a major accomplishment credited to her. She knew he suppressed her other accomplishments, but it was unclear to what extent.

She then realized she went on a mental tangent again and tried to focus on what was happening in front of her.

‘Guess I should ask the bartender before he blows his kettle.’ Irene thought to herself. She could tell from how red the man's face was becoming.

“For the last time, my name is Jones! Not Jo-en-as, JONES!” The bartender rages at him.

“Are you sure, because I have only ever heard it pronounced as Jo-en-as.” Caboose asked.

“Excuse me Mr Jones.” Irene interrupted politely, “I am sorry for my savior, he is… slow of mind.”

“And I'm not that smart.” Caboose added on. Irene humms at it in thought.

“Your majesty, I understand that he saved you, but please keep him quiet. His stupidity is driving me nuts.” Jones practically begged.

“I apologize.” The Queen said, stifling a giggle. “Caboose can be quite the handful.”

“Yeeeaaaah, I can be. Though I try not to be if that makes you feel any better.” Caboose asked.

Jones sighs at that. “That doesn't really. Well, at least you seem to be well your majesty. Everyone was worried about what happened to you.”

“I'm glad that the people are still on my side after my long imprisonment.” Irene replied with a tired smile.

“Well, considering how things have turned down hill within 3 short years, it's not that surprising.” Jones said as he looked at his desolate bar.

“What do you mean?” Irene asked as she looked around.

“I think he's saying the guy in charge sucks at ruling.” Caboose answered.

“Well, I didn't marry Rung for his brains.” Irene said with a sad smile. “It was mostly to help solve political tensions between my kingdom and Gallia.”