I Raised Snow White! - I Raised Snow White chapter 93

93. Three Questions and Answers (1)

[Episode 93] – Three Questions and Answers (1)

For the first time since coming here, I felt like I had seen magic. I definitely came out to the terrace connected to my bedroom, but the original terrace disappeared everywhere and the night sea suddenly appeared.

When I look back, I am still in my bedroom, but in front of me is a night sea that I have never seen before. As I shook my head and looked back and forth between the sea and my room, Snow White looked at me as if asking what I was doing.

“What’s so amazing? “This isn’t the first time you’ve seen magic like this, right?”

…This is my first time seeing it.

The only magic I could use was basic magic, such as mirror CCTV using Ainsel or turning magic power into candy. It’s hard to use in the first place, and I get tired when I use it, so I don’t use it much.

As I was looking at the night sea in a daze, I heard children’s laughter coming from a cabin in the distance. It was a sound that sounded more like children getting angry and fighting among themselves rather than laughter, but it was a peaceful voice.

Is that the hut of the dwarf ‘Brownie’? It was my first time seeing it in person, but it wasn’t much different from the illustration in the game, so I could easily recognize it. How many dwarves are in that hut now?

When I glanced at the cabin, Snow White glared at me as if she was disapproving. Snow White is tapping her fingers on the table and making a lot of uncomfortable noises.

Could it be that they are glaring at me out of fear of what I will do to those dwarves? It felt like I was arousing suspicion, so I quickly sat down facing Snow White and smiled as harmlessly as I could.

When I looked at Snow White with a gentle smile that seemed to say, ‘I won’t do what you think,’ Snow White sighed, narrowed her eyes, and tapped her table.

“Actually, I’ve been thinking a lot since I got back to the cabin yesterday.”

“…?”

“Wouldn’t it be best to just not get involved with you like this? Do.”

“……”

“…I really thought so, but I thought I’d just avoid you because I don’t want to get involved with you like this.”

Do you hate talking to me like that? Snow White, who said that, was looking at me with a frown and an expression of disgust. I don’t know what to say so I just keep my lips quiet-

“After hearing your story from Titania, my thoughts changed a little.”

“Titania…? What did she talk about…?”

When I asked, Snow White smiled and looked at me.

“Well? “What did she talk about?”

Now that I think about it, last night, in the ballroom lounge, Titania muttered something disapproving that I hadn’t said anything yet. Could it be that she was talking about me that she talked less then?

“Well, it wasn’t a worthwhile story, but it was an interesting story. Your story told by Titania was truly fascinating. Actions and words that the ‘Vivian’ I know would never do. “After hearing that story, this is what came to mind?”

For a moment, there was a short silence. Snow White sighed silently and looked up at me, resting her chin and rolling her eyes. He stared into my eyes with an expression of still uncertainty.

“Are you really the ‘Vivian’ I know?”

“……”

…I had to say no.

I am not the Vivian you know. In order to clear up the misunderstanding that Snow White had given me, I had to say, ‘I am not the Vivian you know.’ But will this story be the end?

If I say no, Snow White says, ‘Oh, I see. You are not the Vivian I know? I was mistaken. Should I just say ‘I’m sorry until now’ and move on? No, no matter how much I thought about it, I didn’t think it would be the case.

Because Snow White truly loathed and hated ‘Vivian’.

From the first time Snow White met me, who was dressed as Princess Fiona, she tried not to even properly judge what kind of person I was. I was confident from the beginning and just drove myself to ‘Vivian’.

And, it was the same during the hunting competition. When Snow White saw me, she couldn’t control the anger boiling in her heart and collapsed on herself. In my eyes, my feelings for Vivian seemed to paralyze reason.

In other words, the Snow White I have seen so far loathes, hates, and despises Vivian to the point where she cannot make a cool judgment just by looking at her. To the point where I feel like it’s a miracle that we’re having this conversation right now.

Can this misunderstanding be put to an end with just one word to Snow White, ‘I am not Vivian?’ Are those feelings in Snow White’s heart something that will end with just these words?

‘…Definitely not.’

Then what on earth should I do? Is there really a way to unravel this tangled thread of misunderstanding while also unraveling Snow White’s troubled heart? And, can I really help Snow White?

‘What on earth should I do…’

When I rubbed my forearms out of frustration, it felt like my whole body was sticky. Does the salt blowing in from the sea breeze stick to your skin and make it sticky? Or is it because of a situation where there is no solution in sight?

As he lowered his head with a bitter expression on his face, Snow White tapped his finger on the table, telling him to look at her. When she raised her head and looked, Snow White spoke calmly.

“…Well, before we talk, I have something to tell you first.”

“…What are you saying?”

“Honestly, there’s really only so much I can tell you. It’s not that I can’t talk about it, but there are some things I don’t want to talk about. Besides, I don’t have much time, so I’d like to talk briefly. Therefore…”

Snow White was rummaging for something under the table, took out a skein of red thread, and looked at me. When I looked at it blankly, wondering what the hell this was, Snow White frowned, asking if she really didn’t know.

“…Why don’t I know this? It’s a witch’s pastime, a simple spell. “Three questions and answers.”

“Three questions and answers?”

“…Okay, three questions and answers. We tie each other with this thread, and literally ask and answer three times. You can’t lie, and you only get one chance to say no. In other words, you must answer the truth twice. “It’s simple, right?”

“What if I lie…?”

“I will cut off the area where the enchanted red thread is tied.”

“What?!”

They say it’s witches’ entertainment?! Is it because it’s witchcraft?! What kind of entertainment is so cruel?! When I was so startled that I jumped up from her chair, Snow White sneered at me, asking me if I could believe that, and that she wasn’t even a child.

“Do you believe that? “I’m not a child…”

“You, you…!”

“Anyway, when you lie, the red thread breaks to let the other person know that they lied. And if the red thread breaks, the three questions and answers end as is. “If you lie and the red thread breaks, I will immediately kick you out of here.”

“What if I get cut off because you lied?”

“Don’t worry, that won’t happen.”

So, the red thread meant a lie detector.

It is a Q&A with three questions and one right to veto. To be honest, it was a pity that there were so few questions, but considering the merit of not even Snow White being able to lie, it seemed like a pretty good entertainment.

Should I say that I feel reassured that at least Snow White doesn’t intend to deceive me in this conversation? I nodded and held out one of his hands to Snow White. Now that I think about it, where do I tie the red thread?

I slightly stuck out my little finger just in case…

“What are you doing like a pervert?”

“Huh?”

“Are you doing such a perverted thing because you don’t know? “Are you really holding out your little finger to me because you don’t know what it means to tie a red thread to each other’s little finger?”

“Well, of course I know that much. “I just…”

“Then why are you sticking out your little finger? Do you want to have a relationship with me? Does this mean you want to be connected to me by the red thread of fate? I’m really not sorry at all, but I’ll strongly refuse. So, fold it up now before I cut off this little finger.”

“It’s not like that… If you just tie a red thread, it’s standard to tie it on your little finger, right?”

“Where do you get such basics…! hahahaha… I really don’t understand.”

Hearing Snow White’s harsh criticism, I had no choice but to quietly fold my little finger. I did it as a joke, but Snow White frowned strongly as if she was truly disgusted by my behavior.

‘I really hate you so much… I was just trying to lighten the mood…’

Instead of refreshing, it made the atmosphere sharper.

I sighed deeply, and before I knew it, the red thread tied around my wrist caught my eye. When I raised my head and looked at Snow White, a red thread was tied around her wrists, connecting them to each other.

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The red thread tied around her wrist seemed uncomfortable, so Snow White waved her wrist and looked at her in annoyance. It’s not that it’s uncomfortable, but maybe it’s just that he absolutely hates being connected to me.

“Then, the first question is you.”

“Huh, huh? “From me…?”

“? You said you had something to tell me? So do it first.”

…Would Snow White be angry if I told her that I hadn’t thought about what question to ask? Or are you trying to kill me? Or maybe both. But isn’t that what conversation is about in the first place?

Who do you think about asking questions when talking? When you talk to each other, it is a true conversation that progresses slowly. Three questions and answers like this? I had never done anything like this before, so it was really difficult.

‘Even if I suddenly ask you something…’

What should I ask first? Why was Aurora made into Lyanan City? Or should we follow Ainsel’s reasoning and ask how he came from another world? Or, what really happened to Vivian that makes you hate her so much?

What on earth should I ask first…!

Let’s groan and worry like that-

“3.”

“?! W-what are you doing now?!”

Snow White sighed, lifted her three fingers, folded them one by one, and started counting. It’s a witch, there’s a witch here. How can you do such a cruel thing as counting in front of someone who is worried?

“2.”

“Uh, uh…! Therefore…! That is…!”

“1.”

“So…!”

In the end, a stupid question came out of my disorganized thoughts. No, I was organizing my thoughts in the first place, but if I started counting and prodding, it was clear that anyone would ask the wrong question.

So, this is absolutely not my fault.

“How old am I…?”

“……”

Today, for the first time…

I could see what kind of expression Titania would make if she was truly ‘disgusted’. Because Snow White and Titania’s faces were the same. It was clear that Titania would make that kind of expression when she showed disgust.

Is that why it is like that? Titania looked at her with such a ‘disgusted’ look on her face that it felt like her heart was breaking and she was about to cry. As I was unable to do this or that, Snow White sighed and answered me.

“…If you don’t want to do it right, won’t you please go back?”

“Can’t we give everyone a chance to ask questions again…?”

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