Surviving a Cruel Fairy Tale - Surviving a Cruel Fairy Tale chapter 21

21 – Act 1. Red Riding Hood’s Forest – Asrai (1)

Little Red Riding Hood said it was okay and left.

So I left alone in the dark forest and began to prepare while feeling the mystery inside me.

What I want is inevitability, not a miracle.

This ability to reorganize reality sounds grandiose, but in reality it was not a very all-purpose power.

For example, the body that does not suffer from gunshot wounds, which I had hoped for before, was too absurd and unrealistic for me to think of, so I couldn’t achieve it.

It wouldn’t be strange for other residents of this fairy tale world to have such an existence, but at least to me, it’s an area outside common sense.

It was a poor imagination that did not fit the name of a fairy tale writer who unravels imagination and creates stories, but that is why I was only a third-rate writer.

“…… I’m sure it will.”

From that point of view, it is definitely possible to maximize the reality that I perceive and see.

Under the mother’s tree.

On the outside, it was a small tree that was only dwarfed, but the wide pupil created by the roots that spread all the way underneath it made it hard to think of it as a forest.

I was still weighed down by the immense mysteries of this neighborhood, but I wasn’t overloaded with just not accepting it like before.

With such a body, I walked slowly through this wide place, moving my steps slowly.

From now on, this place is recognized not as part of the forest, but as a huge cave itself.

It’s a task to change a part of the world, but it didn’t seem impossible if I borrowed the power that filled the surroundings along with the mysteries inside me.

Filling the lack of imagination with reality.

Putting hands together as if praying, recognizing this damp and dark pupil as a cave, the area is isolated and reorganized into a space completely different from the forest.

“Whoa… ….”

Imagine.

A new heroic story that takes place in a cave, away from the stage of fairy tales so far.

A beautiful fairy tale records the struggles that exist in an unjust world. Draw a human hymn against an invincible foe.

A failed fairy tale writer.

I was a third-rate person who didn’t sympathize with anyone, but my dream of telling a story didn’t change.

Even when I became an adult, I still longed for the beautiful fairy tale stories my mother told me.

The time has come to let it shine again in this cruelly twisted world of fairy tales.

I will give light to the imperfect.

Another possibility for a disparate story. It depicts the correct development and ending in which evil is condemned and the option to move forward to a new possibility is obtained.

With every exhalation, the mystery escapes.

The intense amount of consumption took a heavy load on the body, but more than that, the dense mysteries surrounding it were replenishing more than was consumed.

Consumption and Acquisition.

I concentrated my nerves while feeling the strange sensation of the two continuing to unfold.

* * *

“Run a little faster or you’ll get caught.”

The bullet grazed Little Red Riding Hood’s cheek and lodged in the ground.

Her hunter kept a certain distance from her, as if playing with her, and followed closely behind her, going back and forth between her branches.

“…… Madman.”

She wasn’t just being called her.

Several times, he created a sphere of mysterious power in his grasp and shot him as a check, but in the forest, it is far from reaching him as he is more agile than anyone else.

As expected, it is hard to beat a hunter who has the protection of the forest and a fairytale correction.

It was a fact that Little Red Riding Hood knew, but now I was rather grateful for the arrogance of the other person belittling me and deliberately playing with me.

The arrogance of the unrivaled strongman will strangle him someday.

Until now, a hunter had never met anything stronger than himself. Most of his life has been spent in the woods, and he has never faced the real catastrophe of this fairy tale world.

That’s why I had to have the arrogance.

As if he was convinced that at least humans couldn’t kill him, he slowly bullied Little Red Riding Hood and teased him in an attempt to break his heart.

“Hey. My dear daughter Why do you hate me so much?”

Little Red Riding Hood did not answer.

It’s true that she can’t afford to answer, but above all, she doesn’t help much by mingling with hunters and horses at length.

I just ran and ran, avoiding the bullets that didn’t hit me intentionally and the hunter’s blatant hands.

As she ran with such a clear destination, even the taunting hunter who followed closely felt that he was getting closer and closer to the place he remembered.

Soon after, Little Red Riding Hood arrived near her mother’s tree and stopped her, and he also stopped her, keeping her distance from her.

“…… I wondered where she was running away.”

A blatantly uncomfortable expression.

It’s a place he doesn’t like.

The hunter himself. Furthermore, it was the place where there was something that cast a foreign curse on all mankind in the forest and on the forest itself.

“Why did you come all this way?”

“Do you want to see the face you hate?”

“…… If you were trying to offend me, you’re right.”

The mother tree?

Funny sounds.

To him, that tree was just the nucleus of a dried up forest, its remnant and absurd phenomenon, the source of all the evils that bound him to this forest.

No one likes to curse themselves.

The hunter frowned at the dwarfed tree behind her.

“That tree is the root of sin. It is the very malice that curses everything that spreads all calamities in this forest.”

“You started it.”

“Bullsh*t. That’s just malicious You managed to say such a thing even though you were covered with the curse of that sin.”

The Curse of the Forest is equal for all.

A curse that leaves everyone involved in this matter tied up in the forest and slowly dried to death.

Not only the hunter and the villagers, but paradoxically, even Little Red Riding Hood, born between a fairy and a hunter, could not escape the curse.

“That is just a tree that curses life. It is a dirty and ugly thing that has already lost all its vitality, but only its evil remains and contaminates the earth.”

Little Red Riding Hood thought it all started with the hunter’s sin, but he didn’t think so at all.

You captured the fairy? What does that mean?

Morals and ethics were nothing more than an order set by tribes claiming to be intelligent so that they would not get tired of each other.

Forest is nature.

Nature means the original appearance without any pretense.

For a hunter who was born in a hunter’s family and has lived for decades, the providence of the jungle was a natural order of the world.

“The seeds of sin were all runaway from that tree.”

“It is the tragedy of your sins.”

“Will you call me a sinner too? If so, who dares to judge me! Is that sky or god? If God sees this scene and truly judges me to be guilty, he deserves to kill this sinful life with lightning strikes!!”

A woodcutter reaching out to the sky.

However, lightning was unlikely to strike this thick forest.

“…… See There is no referee anywhere. No one can judge me as a criminal and punish me.”

Looking at the hunter with a sneering sneer by pulling the corners of his mouth, Little Red Riding Hood spoke to him in a calm tone.

“I am.”

“Can only four be possible?”

“I will risk everything to kill you. Your greed. …… Maybe human greed was the beginning of all this. If so, this is the perfect place for you.”

The Curse of the Forest and the Hunter’s Original Sin.

It can’t be denied that it’s the best place to bury it all together.

Little Red Riding Hood slightly pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, slowly pouring out the mystery to the large-scale magic composition prepared in advance.

The scope is the entire land.

If they succeeded, the ground they were stepping on would explode and disappear in an instant, and the hunter could be driven to the bottom of the basement.

So, she first tore the paper in her arms and signaled to the man down there, then opened her mouth, looking at the hunter to make the most of the time.

“A human being who has become ugly and distorted. I will end everything by burying you here.”

“…… Are you calling me crazy too?”

The hunter hates it when someone calls him crazy.

Maybe it’s because he was harshly told by his mother, who can’t even remember his face anymore, when he was young.

Actually, such old memories were irrelevant, and the important thing was that being called crazy offended him more than anything else.

“Maybe it’s because she’s my daughter who has been out and about, so she has no manners. As a father, I need to teach that part step by step.”

“I am not your daughter.”

“Then will you be my b*tch?”

“The madman.”

At that, the hunter frowned again, and then her gear pointed her gun at her and fired.

“I would have liked to catch him without hurting his body, but first I have to break his temper.”

Anyway, it took some time to break down this wide range.

I didn’t think that Little Red Riding Hood could pass without a fight, and I held out my ax, judging that it would be possible if I just held on for a while.

“Pride will strangle you, hunter.”

She only waited for this day.

Decades of years since my unexpected birth.

The only variable that came to her who was just living in this forest twisted by her hunter.

During that time, she was frustrated and despaired.

When even Dorothy, her master and her archwitch, left the hunter without doing anything, she resented her a lot, but she had no choice but to hide.

Whether the hunter dies or she dies.

Today, one of the protagonists of this story must die, and this sinful story will finally come to an end.