episode_0164
by fnovelpiaPreparations for the Great Skadia War have begun in Doomheim.
The weaponsmiths created weapons fit for fighting dragons, and the armorsmiths created cold-weather gear that could withstand the cold of Skadia.
Another craftsman creates enchanted jewelry, while another creates and sets traps.
It was indeed a dwarven style of war preparation befitting the land of blacksmiths.
Watching the dwarven blacksmiths working harder than usual, I secretly felt relieved.
‘I’m glad it worked out.’
[Convince the Dwarves to prepare for the battle against Skadia]
A main mission that cannot be avoided, nor should it be avoided.
After coming to Doomheim, you have to steadily increase the favorability rating of the dwarves so that they will cooperate.
There are many ways to increase your favorability, but the downside is that there isn’t enough time.
The game allows for simultaneous actions on one screen, meaning you can search for treasure in Lake Fortress while also increasing your affection with Tycoon in Doomheim.
But the time ratio is different from that of a game, and now that I only have one body, when will I set up a store and when will I gather favorability?
‘Of course, going to Lake Fortress late and catching the Ork King late is also a way.’
But if that happened, the progress of the last slave would also be delayed, so it was excluded. It would have been even more difficult if Darka had died before that.
I needed an unconventional medium, and that’s what I chose: a children’s book.
I adopted a strategy of thoroughly destroying the children’s innocence and targeting the dwarves’ pride, and the result was successful.
Now, while the dwarves prepare for battle, I too must prepare myself. To do that, I have sought out Thorvar.
“Elderly.”
“What is it?”
“I was very disappointed in the last Iron Blood Conference. I thought you would naturally take our side, but you said neutrality. I felt so betrayed.”
Torvar, who remained neutral, neither for nor against the banishment of Assis.
Even so, he is the one who cares more about the future of dwarves than anyone else. It was brave to be neutral rather than supportive.
“Stop talking nonsense. You reaper who drove the dwarf to the underworld.”
“The afterlife. I’m sure I’ll win.”
“Someone will die in the process.”
I answered with a smile.
“Are you here to talk nonsense?”
“I have something I would like you to make.”
He took out a red jewel with a crimson glow from his bosom and handed it to Thorvar. Thorvar’s eyes narrowed and he took on the look of a blacksmith.
“This isn’t an ordinary thing either. Where did this come from?”
“This is the heirloom I received in return for saving the kidnapped Yeong-ae. The master of the house gave it to me with tears in his eyes, saying that I was his savior.”
The Crimson Jewel obtained by liberating Narsha, a sub slave, as the main. It is not an essential item as it is a sub, but it is very helpful in progressing the story.
I got it because I had some free time before the main story started.
“What a piece of shit. He must have threatened you in exchange for giving his daughter back. So what? Are you asking me to do some kind of work?”
“Please make it a ring. Please make the base black.”
“… I won’t ask where you’ll use it, but I’ll take your payment.”
“Of course.”
After leaving the order to Torvar, I went up to the second floor.
Dark room.
The snowball on the table gave off a soft glow. It was a gift from Santa.
It wasn’t a dynamic item, but I remember that when installed in a store, it had the effect of increasing the comfort of slaves and customers.
And the mood lighting is on.
Why is Assis awake?
It’s almost a miracle.
While the men were locked in the forge and busy preparing for battle, Asie sat quietly on her bed, looking at a storybook.
Fairy tales aren’t particularly stimulating content. It would be quite boring to read them over and over again, but they don’t seem to care about that at all.
Well, it’s Assis’ first play.
It might be more fun than I thought.
‘Not bad, right?’
I saw Assis’ smile recently, too.
Anger and joy.
Assis is an emotion that is rarely seen.
A smile can only be seen at the ending, and I’ve never seen anger in the game…
‘It’s Christmas after all.’
The effort paid off.
I sat on the edge of the bed, burying my proud feelings. Assis didn’t take his eyes off the book even though I was right next to him.
“Is that so funny?”
“… … Yeah.”
“What part?”
“Here… .”
What the glass-like fingers pointed to was a harmonious picture of fairies and dwarfs surrounding the pure white Snow White.
“It looks good. I like that scene the best too.”
Assis nodded as if he agreed.
That’s how Assis continued to read the book. He read very slowly, taking in each scene at a glance. But eventually, he finished reading the last scene.
Assis stared blankly at the picture of the sleeping Snow White.
“What happened to Snow White?”
I guess Asis is also curious about the ending.
But even if the main character is the opponent, you can’t spoil it.
“That’s exactly what it says. Eat the witch’s poisoned apple and fall asleep.”
“Lifetime… ?”
“Well, that’s it.”
As he answers, Assis’s gaze returns to the book. He strokes the picture with a lonely gesture, but the ending seems disappointing.
The pitiful appearance makes people look at him for no reason. Asies, who has no emotions, looks even more pitiful.
“Are you curious? The ending?”
I had no choice but to give in here.
Assis nodded.
At a faster rate than usual.
“Okay, I’ll tell you. But this is a secret between the two of us.”
Assis nodded again, and I began the story behind Snow White.
***
Snow White, who ate the poisoned apple, fell into an eternal sleep. She did not wake up even when shaken or woken up.
The dwarves regretted the past days, knowing that they would never see the princess’s smile again. They reproached themselves for their weakness and were angry at their helplessness.
The dwarves stood up.
He went to find the queen who had harmed the princess and took revenge.
But even though the queen disappeared, Snow White did not wake up.
The dwarves, with their great dexterity, wove a coffin for Snow White and laid her in it. The forest was filled with cries of mourning for her eternal rest.
The forest also mourned Snow White’s death. Leaves fell, flowers withered, and the valley froze. A winter that would never end came upon the once peaceful forest.
One day, a long time later.
A prince from a neighboring country happened to be passing through the forest and heard the cries of the fairy and the dwarf and came to find them.
“King… huh?”
“Yes, a prince. A popular and handsome prince.”
The dwarfs and fairies told the prince what had happened. The prince was very sad after hearing the story. In fact, the prince had fallen in love with Snow White at first sight when he was young.
The prince was saddened by the sight of his dead princess and kissed her as he sent his beloved away.
Then something amazing happened. Snow White opened her eyes. It turned out that Snow White had been under a spell that would only wake her up if she was kissed by her lover.
When Snow White woke up, fairies sang, dwarves danced, flowers bloomed, and lush leaves sprouted.
Winter has passed and spring has come to the forest.
Snow White returned to the castle with the prince, and lived happily ever after with the blessings of the fairies and dwarfs.
widely.
Karami closed the book.
“End of Snow White.”
I feel this now, but when I was young I thought it was just a good story, but now that I’m older, I don’t think there’s any fairy tale as bizarre as this one.
The dwarf had done all the hard work, but then a prince showed up out of nowhere and kissed the corpse without permission, took her to the castle, and married her. From the dwarf’s perspective, it was no different from being a victim of a betrayal.
So in the second volume of Snow White that I’m going to write later, the prince won’t appear at all. Why would he get stabbed by dwarves?
Fortunately, despite the strange ending, Assis did not show any reaction that Karamiga was worried about. His expression was lighter than before, as if he was just glad that it ended happily.
“Rami… .”
“Why? Do you have any questions?”
“Where is the prince?”
Karami wondered what kind of prince he was talking about.
A prince from a fairy tale?
Or a prince of reality?
If there is, I would like to tell you, but once you defeat Skadia, that is the end, and there is no prince in the story. But that doesn’t mean you can say there is no prince.
“Well? I don’t know where the prince is either. But if Miss Assis is in trouble, she’ll come running right away.”
Karami lied to protect Assis’s innocence.
“Really…?”
“Of course.”
Assis looked back and forth between Karami and the storybook, then opened the first page and handed it to Karami.
“Read this… .”
“Again? You’ve been reading books all day today. It’s time to go to sleep… .”
“Read this.”
The firm attitude of Assisi that is hard to find.
Karami, who had been fighting with her, let out a reluctant sigh.
“Just one more time. If you read this, you will go to sleep.”
Assis nodded slowly.
Karami cleared her throat, cleared her throat, and began to read the fairy tale in a calm voice.
“Once upon a time in a certain kingdom there was a beautiful princess… … .”
Assis, who was looking at the book, rolled his pupils to the side. Karami secretly glanced at him.
It was a strange thing.
Assis, who would not have cared about what others thought before, now felt that he couldn’t get caught.
When I look at Karami, I am reminded of the prince he spoke of.
The prince who kissed the sleeping Snow White.
As I was thinking that… .
“… ?”
Suddenly, Asis put his hand on his chest, feeling an unfamiliar sensation. His heart, which had been slow, was beating fast.
And for some reason, I even felt my cheeks getting hot.
The cause… was unknown.
However, I really wanted to know what it was.
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