I Raised Snow White!

25. Pandora’s Box (2)

[Episode 25] – Pandora’s Box (2)

“What…?”

Now, what did this woman say?

Jim? Edric Snow White?

I grabbed her by the collar and studied her face once more. Her face was paler than I had seen in portraits, and her stretched limbs were pale and did not seem to be alive at all.

Her red eyes, which had turned to a muddy color, had no idea where they were looking, and her black hair, as if it hadn’t even been combed for a long time, was as rough and stiff as a broom.

But, no matter how different it was from the portrait, I could tell. The fact that the woman caught by me is the first queen I know, ‘Aurora Snow White’.

‘Did she go mad because she loved her husband so much?’

Suddenly, this hypothesis popped into my head. The hypothesis is that you love someone so much that you want to become that person. So, does Aurora consider herself to be ‘Edric’?

…Now, such hypotheses meant nothing.

Because that’s not what’s important right now.

I shouted as I grabbed Aurora by the collar and lifted her up.

“Tell me, Aurora. You said you committed suicide, why are you here! Why are you alone in the room where the king is said to have lived? Explain properly!”

“Aurora…?”

As I shouted and shook it by the collar, Aurora looked at me with dimly opened eyes. After her muttered something, she pouted and ran her skinny fingers over her own face, giving her moan.

“Ah–! Aurora! Aurora!! Where are you! Ah-!! Ah!!!”

“Crazy…!”

“I can’t see…! Ah…! Ah!!! Aurora!! Aww!!!”

Surprised by the screams in my cracked voice, I threw my brother Laura onto her bed. As soon as she saw Laura struggling on the abandoned bed, she got goosebumps.

As if she could no longer stand on her own with her skinny legs, Aurora, who had been crawling on the bed, was busy crawling to the ‘canvas’ she was sitting on.

With her trembling hands, she sat on top of her chair and swept a ‘mirror’ the size of a person’s upper body in front of her canvas. Then, something began to emerge from the mirror.

Just like an old TV.

In a noisy scene, Aurora was running through a field of flowers wearing her wide-brimmed hat. And Laura, in her fascination, looked into the mirror that reflected it with her ecstatic expression.

‘Wait, Aurora. Then what if I fall?’

‘Huh, then, His Majesty will carry me on his back.’

The mirror showed only that scene over and over again. Through someone else’s gaze, only the figure of Aurora running through the flower field continues, continues, continues.

Looking at her figure, Aurora raised her brush. As if she were carving her reflection in her mirror onto her canvas, she slowly, slowly, working her brush, began to paint her again.

No matter how you look at it, the current Aurora was insane.

“What the hell…?”

Goosebumps ran through her whole body at the madness Laura showed her.

No matter how hard I tried to understand, I couldn’t understand.

Why is there only ‘Aurora who was said to be dead’ in the room where the king should be?

Why did Aurora ‘introduce herself as a king’?

“…Crazy, really.”

I turned my head and looked at the mirror that reflected Aurora.

I could see that this ‘mirror’ reflecting Aurora’s appearance was Ainsel’s ‘body’. Yes, it’s smaller than the mirror in my room, but it looks exactly the same.

But for some reason, Ainsel didn’t respond when I entered the room. She said she would definitely wait inside the room…? Perhaps, what is wrong with the ‘contract’?

The moment I reached out my hand, thinking that I should take Ainsel’s body away, the feeling of being eaten from behind sent me chills down my spine.

The moment I inadvertently turned my head and looked behind me.

I have a vague idea of what the “Situation” Of this room is.

-You’d better get your hands off the mirror right now, Vivian. And get away from ‘My Majesty’ right now, you f*cking b*tch.

“You…”

The ‘woman’ who called me didn’t have her feet touching the ground.

A woman wearing a white one-piece dress that floats in the air, descends through her air as a staircase, and she stops right in front of me. Then she snarled and clasped her throat as if she were telling her to go away.

Dark black hair, as if it had moved the empty night sky. Red eyes that were torn vertically between the folded heads were glaring at me as if they were going to kill me.

A woman who looks the same as the portrait.

And, it looked like the woman who was drawing in front of me.

Swallowing dry saliva, I asked Aurora floating in the air with a feeling that if my understanding was really correct, if this situation was really the way I thought it would be.

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“Did you… Eat your husband?”

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Long vertical pupils, flowing white dress.

Aurora in front of me now had a “Look like that.”

And ‘Your Majesty’, who draws artistic pictures that make others think they are beautiful. It felt like all the puzzles in my head had been put together.

I still have many questions…

Still, I came to know what kind of existence the ‘Aurora’ in front of me is. A fairy who gives an opponent artistic talent and in return receives blood and spirit.

If ‘Aurora’ is this fairy, it also explains why the king only draws in the corner of the room and why her body is dry like a paper carton that has been sucked out.

But…

‘Why… How did Aurora, who was a human, become the fairy, Ryanashi…? And, why is the king wearing Aurora’s body?’

Now I felt like I had to admit that Aurora, who was drawing behind me, was ‘Your Majesty’. The real Aurora is floating around as a fairy, and did the king possess her shell?

-I ate… That’s not good to hear…

Aurora replied in a cold voice.

-Won’t you tell me that Your Majesty and I are ‘assimilated’? Tell me about the ‘process’ where you can always be by my side, where Your Majesty and I are becoming one body. Huh? Look, as a result, His Majesty also became ‘me’, right? Huh? Are you romantic?

I couldn’t help but frown at Aurora’s expression as she talked with a clatter. Hearing the story of the queen, she knew that Laura was insane, but she went too far.

By the way, she couldn’t concentrate on the story because of the rotten smell she had smelled for the first time in her life, which seemed to keep her nose numb. Her head felt like it was going to spin, so she wanted to get out of here.

As I wasn’t paying attention to her own story, Aurora looked at me again with her icy expression and continued her story in a hushed voice.

-Hey, Vivian. Doesn’t that fix your ignoring people even though you’ve become the same as His Majesty? After all, do body memories exist? Will His Majesty become like me when time passes?

“What are you talking about, you crazy b*tch…”

-The cubic size is the same. Reminds me of the old days, doesn’t it? What did you say when you first met? Ah yes b*tch, His Majesty’s leech, b*tch in heat like a beast?

It’s completely different.

I plugged my nose and headed for the window, thinking I should at least open it. I felt like I was going to suffocate to death if I kept doing this.

With the blackout curtains completely removed, sunlight entered the room, allowing us to see what the room was like. A very dirty, sh*tty, filthy room. This is why the rotten me vibrates.

Looking around the room like that, I saw a convex shape on the bed, as if there was something under the futon. It looked like something was covered with a blanket on the bed the king was struggling with earlier.

…I had a bad idea.

As I approached the futon, Aurora smiled and warned me.

-What? Really see? Wouldn’t you like to see me?

That warning seemed to convince me that what I was thinking was correct. Still, I slowly approached the bed. ‘Couldn’t be, maybe not. Please, no.” I approached.

Like that, hold the end of the futon and slowly lift the futon.

“Oooh…!”

-Ahahahahaha!!

The corpse of a ‘man’ who had died like a mummy was lying on the bed. When I vomited, Aurora grabbed her stomach as if it was funny and was busy giggling.

As Laura flew up to the sky, she approached the corpse of the ‘man’ and she opened her arms and showed it to me as if she were bragging about it. A bright smile was a bonus.

– Voila! It’s His Majesty’s ‘shell’! Did I tell you? If you’re like me, you won’t see it.

“What the hell did you do!”

– What did you do?

Pop, said Laura, who stopped her laughter.

-If His Majesty is alive, ‘Can’t I be?’ That’s why His Majesty needs to die once. And in order for His Majesty to become me, ‘I need to become me.’ Do you think His Majesty is dead? Look Carefully.

Aurora slowly approached the drawing “Woman” And stroked her face. However, ‘she’ was just busy drawing to see if Aurora could not be seen or she was ignoring her.

-Are you alive and well in my body? And now, really, not long.

Aurora, who ran her finger over the face of her sitting ‘her-her’, looked at her own body with her enchanted expression. She licked her lips with her tongue and looked at me with vertically slanted pupils.

-Your Majesty will be with me. Your Majesty wants it too. So, will you please stop interfering? The love of me and your majesty. Now it’s really… It’s really not long. Obviously, as ‘that person’ said…

‘That person…?’

The moment Aurora made a really sad expression, I felt sick to my stomach. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand the ‘love’ these two were talking about.

Killing each other to be together?

And they become one? Crazy sound.

I let out a long sigh and decided that I should step back from here. At first, I didn’t know what to do because I couldn’t understand the language.

“Okay. But, Ainsel must be returned. I’ll get the ainsel back, and you won’t be hindered from being with the majesty. How do you think it’s a good deal?”

-I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. As you can see, His Majesty really liked that mirror.

“Oh, is that so?”

I let out a small sigh.

I immediately kicked the canvas of the ‘king’ who was painting and overturned it, then lifted the ainsel hanging on the wall. And, straight away, I started running through the door I came through.

One withered mummy and one fairy. It was because I had judged that at this level, I could carry Ainsell’s body and run away by myself.

I turned my back and ran, but the moment I ran, I fell to the floor. In an instant, Aurora rushed over me and began to choke me.

“Kuk…!”

-I told you. Don’t take it His Majesty says he likes it!

I tried to hold Aurora’s hand, but for some reason it didn’t reach mine. Until now, I could definitely touch kids like Undine and Banshee.

Why can’t I just touch Aurora?

I struggled hard with her hands, but to no avail. My struggling hand continued to pass through Laura’s arm, and the feeling of a tightness in her throat was still there.

-If you don’t want to die again, put that mirror down. Because I don’t want to kill anyone other than Your Majesty.

“Kuk, kkeuk…!”

I couldn’t come to my senses as I was getting more and more short of breath. I wondered if I had to put down the mirror in order to live, but would this crazy woman really not kill me if I put the mirror down?

However, my neck was getting tighter and I couldn’t help but feel the fear of death in the blurred vision.

No matter how much I thought about what I could do now, nothing came to my mind.

Ainsel, who was helping me, was unconscious for some reason. He learned witch magic from Ainsel, but he couldn’t do it in the current situation because he needed concentration.

Then what can I do now?

My throat was getting more and more sleepy, and the pain increased, but I let out the last of her breath and called out to the ‘her’ I had promised.

Obviously, she said it was the wind.

“Thread, blood…”

As I called her to her resting voice, a storm blew through her room.

The paintings on the floor and ceiling started going crazy, and the sound of thin, dry papers crumbling reverberated throughout the room.

As Laura’s arm, which had been strangling me, started twisting in the wind, Aurora finally let go of her hand from my neck. Lying miserably on the floor, I clutched my sore throat and let out a dry cough.

-I thought I forgot the promise I made with my girlfriend because I didn’t call her so much, but I guess not.

Sylphy appeared before I knew it and smiled benevolently at me. Sylphy turned her back on me, looked at Aurora, and warned in a low voice as if growling.

-Get out of here, you ragged doll covered in Ryanansi’s corpse. I don’t know who made you like that, but if she doesn’t want to take off her clothes that disgustingly patched her corpse, then she’d better disappear from her presence.

At that, Aurora didn’t show any expression, and just disappeared with a colorless expression. The wind made a mess in the room, but I lay down, feeling alive and breathing a sigh of relief.

Sylphy flew over to me and sat on my chest, resting her chin on her face and smiling.

A puppy-like expression, as if he wanted to be praised for a job well done.