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[Episode 97] – Snow White’s Story (3)

My father is dead, so what does it matter to me, who is related to him by blood? I just wanted my obsession to be limited to my father. Even though I was obsessed with Vivian, it only made me disgusted and annoyed.

Vivian didn’t really touch me until the year I turned ten. On the contrary, I was scared of Vivian not touching me. What on earth are you thinking, letting me live?

Those doubts didn’t last long. The year I turned twelve, Vivian revealed to me that she was a ‘witch’. And they said I also have the talent of a ‘witch’. At first I thought you were crazy.

I originally thought she was a crazy bitch, but now she seems even more crazy. When she told me she was a witch and that she would teach me witch magic, I really wanted to hang myself on the spot.

‘You have talent. Talent as a witch. So, consider it an honor. I rarely have the opportunity to learn magic. Originally, witches did not have disciples. But you are the child who inherited the blood of the one I love.’

Who asked you to tell me? He tried to force himself to teach him. I wanted to refuse, but there’s no way I have the right to refuse, right? I had no choice but to take Vivian’s classes every day.

I would rather have killed the class. Vivian had no talent for teaching people. They didn’t teach me properly, and if I said I didn’t know something, they were busy slapping me in the face. During class, they beat my cheeks and the inside of my mouth until they burst, and then healed them with magic after class.

You know why Vivian treats you, right? I treated my wounds so that others would not see them. Vivian cared more about what other people thought than she thought. He was extremely reluctant to have anyone whispering around him.

To be honest, the content of the class itself was interesting. A being called a ‘fairy’, which I thought could be seen by other people, is actually only able to see me and Vivian. Using the power of those fairies to use ‘magic’.

It wasn’t until my thirty-fourth life that I finally felt like something had changed in my life. Even if I had to go back and start the next life, I felt like it would be okay because there was magic.

I hated Vivian to death, but I loved magic. Every time I learned magic, the fairies I met were all good kids. Yes, I think that was the first time I met Ainsel. Vivian’s familiar is the mirror fairy Ainsel.

Ainsel has almost never had anything to do with me. Ainsel always stayed in Vivian’s room. Even if it came out through the earring, I didn’t say anything because I was worried about Vivian’s attention. Even to my own eyes, it looked like a pretty pitiful fairy.

That’s how I began to grow as a witch under Vivian. I met Brownie at the cabin to avoid the hunter who wanted to kill me, met Katsy in another village, and met several fairies. I called those kids ‘midgets’. They were cute little kids.

However, the more I grew as a witch with the dwarves, the more nervous Vivian became. She must have thought that I would become a stronger witch than Vivian, so she started keeping me in check the year I turned seventeen.

That’s why it was like that. I told you not to even dream of raising Titania as a witch. Because I knew that you would be jealous of Titania, who grew up as a witch, and that you would eventually kill her.

One day, when I was seventeen, Vivian made me a suggestion. Let’s perform some kind of ‘ritual’ with him. The name of the ritual was ‘Full Moon Ritual’, and it was said to be a ritual that could make one’s wish come true.

I snorted at Vivian as she explained it. If such a comfortable consciousness really existed, there was no way Vivian would have told me, right? It was nice to see that he had some kind of plan. I refused to do the ritual.

But that answer must have hurt Vivian’s pride, and she tried to kill me again. He started to childishly poison my food again and tried to kill me by pushing me down the stairs. I really felt like he was a consistent person.

Now that there are dwarves, I no longer get fooled by such childish pranks, but honestly, I was curious about the ‘full moon ritual’. If the wish-granting ritual is real, wouldn’t it be possible to end this hellish regression?

As soon as that thought occurred to me, I started researching ‘consciousness’. I also stole Vivian’s materials and asked for opinions from other witches in Kirven. And surprisingly, I found out that the wish-granting effect of this ritual was real.

‘Then really…’

Is it really possible to break my regression?

Wouldn’t I finally be able to die properly?

Now that I’ve learned that this ritual really has the effect of granting wishes, there’s no need to hesitate any longer. I performed the ‘Full Moon Ritual’ to die properly. Because I needed rest.

While preparing for the ritual, ‘Great Witch Morgan’ came and tried to stop me, but I ignored it. The peace of finally being able to die properly glimmered before my eyes. Are you telling me to endure this? I put more and more effort into my consciousness, as if I was rebelling against those words.

Isn’t it funny? I, who had no motivation because of the repetitive life, became motivated to die.

To be honest, I think that was the most meaningful moment in my life.

Anyway, the ceremony was easily prepared, and I headed to the lake on a full moon night. I lied to the dwarves and went out to the lake, slowly lowered myself into the lake and dived.

Then I made a wish.

‘Please, live a life without regression.’

Then, bubbles rose from beneath the bottom of the lake. Fascinated by the rising bubbles, my body gradually sank into the lake, sinking deeper and deeper. I tried to swim to the surface, but instead of rising, I sank further and further, as if someone had grabbed my ankle.

‘The wish-granting ritual is complete nonsense!’ As I was swearing all sorts of things inside, a familiar death came. I naturally closed my eyes, wondering if I was going back again. When this short pain is over, I will become a child again, and my life as hell will unfold again.

The moment I became conscious and opened my eyes.

-Bap! Who are you! Who’s in my cabin?!

‘uh…? brownie?’

Thirty-fifth life.

Unlike the familiar regression to my childhood, I woke up in Brownie’s cabin. Moreover, my body returned to the way it was when I was seventeen. I was happy that the ritual worked, but I couldn’t be happier when I found out the truth.

Because in this time zone, there was a ‘me’ other than myself.

That’s right, that’s ‘Titania’.

I was shocked to see Titania in her two-year-old form in the castle I secretly visited. No matter how much I looked, there was no sign of regression.

Here, I was really a baby who didn’t know anything. Perhaps, but I thought Titania was a new me that emerged after I escaped regression.

So what about me? What on earth am I becoming?

…I didn’t have time to think about that at the time.

When I looked around, Aurora was still alive, and Vivian, you were just as rude. First of all, my only thought was to protect Titania. Because it was clear that if you continued like this, you would die like me.

With that in mind, I moved to protect Titania. I changed my face with magic and disguised myself as a maid to protect Titania from Auroa and Vivian. I thought that was why I came here.

However, as time passed, I started feeling something strange in my body. The inside of my body hurt like it was being torn apart, and sometimes my heart felt like it was going to break.

The pain was a ‘side effect’ of consciousness.

It’s good to escape regression, but I’ve also begun to escape the framework of being human.

I started to become less of a human and more of a fairy.

As my body became more and more like a fairy, I felt like I was losing myself. I had finally escaped the regression, but now I was even starting to lose myself.

I hate it, I hate it that much.

As I have escaped regression, I want to die as a human.

Live normally.

I love you normally.

Get married normally.

Giving birth to a normal child.

Dying next to your loved ones.

I want that kind of normal life.

I want a human life, not a fairy life.

I started researching this situation like crazy after that. I also visited ‘Doctor Frankenstein’, who is said to have turned fairies into humans, but it was no use.

He told me that he just trapped a fairy in a shell he made, and that the humans he made were not real ‘humans’. To solve the problem I’m experiencing –

It’s not the process of a fairy turning into a human.

I need to know the process by which a human turns into a fairy.

However, no one but myself knew about the process by which a human turns into a fairy. I wanted to ask the great witch, but the unemployed great witch in the corner of the room didn’t want to come out of Fairy Incense.

I didn’t know the way into Fairy Village. Moreover, humans are completely prohibited from entering Fairy Village. It wasn’t a place I, who was still human, could enter.

Dr. Frankenstein’s words that even if you write a letter to the Great Witch you may have to wait several years made me nervous. First, I asked Frankenstein to investigate me, but he died in an accident not long after.

I don’t know if it was an accident or not, but I heard that his knowledge workshop and everything he made burned down. Leaving alone the one child he created. That’s right, that girl is the current Frankenstein.

Anyway, I got nervous and started looking into the situation. I read books and learned about fairies, but nothing could fix me. Every time that happened, Dr. Frankenstein’s words rang in my ears.

I need to know the process by which a human turns into a fairy.

‘But, there’s no one else like me in that case, right? There is no one other than me who can turn a human into a fairy, right? There is only one sample, so how…!’

There is one sample.

At that moment, I felt like I had no choice. If the sample is just me, I just need to increase the sample, right? All you have to do is experiment on another human, right?

However, honestly, my conscience did not allow me to make other people the same as me. That’s an act no different from murder. So I…

I chose the person my conscience allowed.

‘First Queen Aurora Snowwhite.’

‘who…?’

‘Do you know the story of a fairy who spends her entire life with the person she loves?’

With Aurora’s permission, I started turning her into Lyanansi. In addition to Aurora, I began to select people that my conscience allowed me to turn into fairies. Only then will I be able to die as a human.

…You know, Vivian.

I know I’m not doing well.

But I don’t want to die as a fairy.

I want to be happy like Titania.

That’s all.