Ch.200Futri’s Stage (4)

# 200. Putri’s Stage (4)

“Huh? It’s true!”

“I wasn’t sure if this method would work, but it’s actually effective?”

“That’s what I’m saying. There was hardly any difference with Soyu unnie’s answers!”

The answers about “first experience” written on Subin’s and Sunghyun’s answer sheets were different.

When all eyes turned to them, the dwarf claiming to be Subin remained calm, but the dwarf claiming to be Sunghyun seemed indignant, pounding his chest as he argued back.

“Hey, guys. Listen to me first.”

“Shall we hear your final defense?”

“This isn’t some mafia game… Anyway, listen. This is only happening because the comparison is with Eun Subin.”

“…What? What does that mean, Ban Sunghyun?”

The dwarf claiming to be Sunghyun’s argument made the dwarf claiming to be Subin frown. The Sunghyun dwarf hastily exclaimed.

“Subin, your memory!”

“What about my memory?”

“Don’t you know about your own memory? You have such detailed recall that Yuri calls you the ‘Etiquette Wiki.’ No matter how intense a first experience might be, nobody can remember it in such detail. Not like you.”

Had his words hit the mark?

The dwarf claiming to be Subin closed her mouth. But the others weren’t convinced.

“Wooo~ Trash. You can’t even properly remember your first experience with your first woman, yet you’re making it seem like remembering is the strange part, you garbage.”

“The boss isn’t wrong, but still. You know.”

“The memories with Soyu unnie were almost completely accurate…”

“No, that’s just because Subin’s answers were so detailed that the difference stands out!”

Even the other dwarves couldn’t deny that point. The dwarf claiming to be Soyu had only written down the confession location, first kiss location, a brief description of the first experience situation, and position.

But the answers written by the dwarf claiming to be Subin left no blank space on the paper. Everything from the words they exchanged, to the positions and changes in positions, the duration of kisses, reactions at the moment of defloration, the amount of blood, scars and moles on each other’s bodies, even the size and shape of genitals…

They had focused first on the differences between the two answer sheets, but the answers written by the dwarf claiming to be Subin were quite creepy in themselves.

“Um, well. I knew you had a good memory, but this seems beyond just good. Ahaha.”

“Well, she’s someone who memorizes maps too.”

Given what Subin had proven and shown so far, it had crossed into the realm of creepiness. They had to admit it would be harsh to be directly compared to that level of memory.

After one person after another had their sexual experiences exposed in explicit detail, the seven dwarves fell into deep regret.

“What was the point of this public disclosure?”

“Everyone, focus. We’re in the middle of a demon raid.”

“I know. I know, but it’s just. Well.”

The memories were too elaborate to be fake. Yet they couldn’t use the game system either.

“I thought we’d find out quickly.”

“This Putri bastard must have a severe voyeurism fetish. Otherwise, there’s no way he could create such detailed fake memories, personalities, and speech patterns.”

“Indeed. Considering how he suddenly invaded the previous reward room to show us unpleasant dreams, and called us ‘amusing humans.’ That means he’s been observing us, right?”

“He’s probably observing us right now too. He might be watching what we’re doing and laughing that bizarre laugh of his, finding it entertaining. Very likely.”

“Ugh, this really feels awful…”

The dwarves’ expressions showed the disgust of people who had been victimized by a stalker or hidden camera criminal. But there was nothing they could do about it. The answer was to escape this unpleasant place as quickly as possible.

“I didn’t really want to do this if possible.”

“Do what?”

“Let’s use the same method but change the content.”

The one who broke the uncomfortable silence was the dwarf claiming to be Subin. She(?) spoke while taking out a new piece of paper.

“Let’s assume Putri has been voyeuristically watching us all along—not just boss battles, but even our most private moments. Then we should write things that bastard couldn’t have observed.”

“Ah! But why didn’t you suggest this earlier? If we had done this from the start…”

“I deliberately didn’t mention it earlier. I was worried it might become our weakness. But I can’t think of any other method now.”

“Oh.”

Subin (unnie) had a plan all along.

The rest of the dwarves nodded, regaining their spirits.

“Then let’s create new questions. Focusing on memories that we all know.”

“Okay!”

“Got it!”

Under the leadership of the dwarf claiming to be Subin, the second round of mutual hearings was being prepared.

**

“In a dream…”

“Ah… to think that such a beautiful song comes from the voice of someone even more beautiful than the song itself.”

“Oh, beautiful one! I simply wish to face you and hear your lovely voice! Where are you rushing off to?”

“Wait, please stop even if just for a moment! I, even with just your voice and a glimpse of you, have been inspired to create a song for you. If you are reluctant to face me, could you not spare me just a few minutes of your time?”

“Oh, you who are as white and pure as snow.”

“You whose name I do not know. Today, this moment, I shall never forget for as long as I live. Not with my head, but with my heart. So, nameless beauty, might you tell me your name? If I cannot hear even your name, I fear my heart may never beat properly again!”

“…This humble maiden’s name is Margarete.”

“Oh, Margarete! Even your name is incomparably beautiful! I shall never, ever forget it.”

“How, how…!”

In a room that was visibly luxurious sat a beautiful woman in front of a vanity mirror, wearing clothes even more splendid than the room and adorned with expensive jewelry. She was trembling as she looked into the mirror.

“Magic mirror.”

“[Why are you calling me?]”

“What am I seeing right now?”

“[What else? A handsome man and a beautiful woman exchanging serenades—a heartwarming scene.]”

“Magic mirror!”

“[Why are you yelling at me when you’re the one watching? Keep this up and I won’t show you anything.]”

The beautiful woman picked up a cosmetic item, about to throw it in anger, but barely managed to control herself and put it back down.

“[Oh just throw it. Who has to deal with it if it breaks?]”

“Shut your mouth.”

“[I don’t have a mouth to shut. Hehehe.]”

“Aaaaargh!”

The beautiful woman did end up throwing the cosmetic item—not at the magic mirror, but at the wall.

After fuming for a while, she irritably commanded the magic mirror:

“That girl. Show me that wretched girl more clearly.”

“[Ah. You mean the extremely beautiful maiden whose beauty isn’t even concealed by her shabby clothes and poverty.]”

“I told you to shut up!”

“[Oh? Don’t want to see her?]”

The beautiful woman, who was obsessively fixated on her own beauty and equally proud of it, glared at the mirror as if she would shatter it immediately. But what reflected back was not the girl, but her own image.

After staring at the unchanged mirror for a while, the woman retrieved a small hammer from somewhere.

Her expressionless face was more vicious and cold than any expression could be.

“Magic mirror.”

“[Alright, alright. Here. Look. But I can’t show you for long.]”

The mirror, which had been reflecting the beautiful woman like a normal mirror, blurred for a moment before showing a different place.

The scenery kept changing as if searching for something, and when it found the girl the beautiful woman was looking for, it fixed on her.

And gradually, the image of the girl grew larger.

The beautiful woman’s face contorted demonically as she saw the magnified image of the girl.

“I cannot accept this. I absolutely cannot accept this!”

“[What is it that you find so unacceptable?]”

“…Magic mirror!”

“[What.]”

“Answer me, staking your existence! Who is the most beautiful person in the world?”

The magic mirror’s tone, which had been mocking the beautiful woman all along, changed dramatically.

“[It is the maiden named Margarete.]”

The magic mirror’s answer, given with its existence at stake, pierced the beautiful woman’s heart too coldly and too quickly.

It was unacceptable.

The beautiful woman could not bear the very idea that someone more beautiful than herself existed.

Even if that girl was her stepdaughter whom she had long since driven away.

“Assassination. Yes. I can send an assassin to kill her. If someone more beautiful than me exists, I just need to eliminate them, and I’ll be the most beautiful person. Still. Why. Because I’m perfect. Right?”

“[….]”

No, the beautiful woman never had any affection for her stepdaughter to begin with. Even if she did, or even if she had been her biological daughter, the magic mirror thought it would have been exactly the same.

“Lesar! Someone go and call Lesar! Quickly!”

**

‘Assassin Lesar. Sigh.’

In the original story, the assassin (hunter) hired by the stepmother doesn’t want to kill Snow White. Whether it was because of her beauty, or because she was young and pitiful, I don’t know. Maybe both.

Anyway, not only does he not kill her, he warns her of the danger and advises her to flee, then gives a false report to the stepmother to buy her time.

But here, unlike the previous episodes, it doesn’t follow the original story.

If I do nothing, Assassin Lesar will kill Snow White.

If this weren’t an individual mission, this would essentially be Phase 1.

And I’m the raid leader of the top guild and a former strategy king ranker.

Naturally, I was the one who achieved the “Persuade Lesar” achievement faster than anyone else.

So what am I doing right now…

Persuasion Route Lesar Special Trait)

“Fuck, fuuuck…”

He likes women of intermediate age and build, neither pedophilic nor matronly.

I was desperately scrubbing my body and clothes clean…