Surviving a Cruel Fairy Tale - Surviving a Cruel Fairy Tale chapter 43

43 – Act 2. Eternal Neverland – The End of Childhood (4)

Tinkerbell looked at the day I collapsed on the floor on his stomach and opened his mouth indifferently.

“What is your specialty?”

“…… Specialty?”

“There will be nothing. There’s no way that child would follow someone with no special skills, right?”

Speaking of children…….

“Little Red Riding Hood?”

“Yes, that child.”

“Is Little Red Riding Hood all right?”

At my question, Tinker Bell shook her head in displeasure.

“At least I’ll be happier than being with you.”

She felt a bit of anger in the expression on her assertive expression.

I also thought about why I was getting angry or if it wasn’t this side that I should be angry with, but first of all, I was relieved that Little Red Riding Hood was safe.

Tinkerbell never touches her child. She

Everyone agrees.

That’s fine.

Apart from the purpose of the Hook Pirates, my most important purpose is to rescue Little Red Riding Hood.

After confirming her safety, I was able to hold her heart more firmly, and then the concerns left in her mind disappeared.

“What are you laughing at?”

Did the corner of her mouth go up?

Tinker Bell pressed her finger on my forehead, openly showing off that she didn’t like her.

“Do you answer questions at that time?”

“Question?”

“You, you. What are your strengths or what are you good at? Is there anything like that?”

I don’t know why I’m curious about that, but if I had to answer…….

“…… I can draw a fairy tale.”

“A fairy tale?”

“I’m a fairy tale writer.”

No, maybe it was just a simple desire.

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Now I don’t even know that.

I dreamed of becoming a fairy tale writer following my mother’s back, but can I be confident that I became a writer?

I couldn’t feel the emotions I had when I was young in my fairy tales. As a story, I think it has a structure, but the most important thing seemed to be missing.

“…… Really?”

At my answer, Tinker Bell gave a very surprised expression.

Looking at it this way, Tinker Bell looked like a little girl with fairy wings, and the girl showed a variety of expressions to match her appearance.

An angry expression a while ago.

Even then, he makes a troubled expression, and sometimes he smiles brightly.

“Is it true that you are a fairy tale writer? Isn’t that a lie? If it’s a lie, are you going to crush that head?”

No, are you going to crush her head?

“It’s real, don’t touch my head.”

“Then try drawing it!”

Here? Suddenly?

“Why?”

“If you are really a fairy tale writer, I will save you. Not only will it save you, but it might even give you the right job! Great, good treatment!?”

Isn’t it a sudden change of heart after treating flying insects a while ago?

“I don’t know why it’s doing this all of a sudden.”

“Didn’t you say you were a writer? Or what, even an idiot can draw a fairy tale, something like that?”

Why is Tinkerbell so aggressive with every word he says?

She was dumbfounded. Looking at her with her kind eyes, she shook her head and continued her words with a sigh.

“Children have the right to enjoy their dreams and hopes. You have to grow up seeing beautiful things. …… But in this Neverland, there was no one who could write such a story.”

I see.

No, if you think about it, that’s right.

Neverland is made up of only children.

It is said to be a paradise, but in reality, children are roaming the surface, while adults are trapped underground and suffer from forced labor.

There’s no way anyone can do something creative under such circumstances.

Infrastructure is not important for creation, but it is only when the environment is in place that you can have hope and let your imagination run wild.

“So you want me to draw a fairy tale?”

“A writer. Oh, do you need to be prepared? Is it a workroom? Once you show something, we can discuss the treatment.”

Tinker Bell suddenly spoke faster.

She waved her hand and said this and that, then grabbed my arm and suddenly began to soar into the sky.

“First of all, let’s talk on the street, relax your body for a while.”

The feeling of flying naturally rather than being pulled by force.

The sense of gravity disappearing was quite strange, but being caught by Tinker Bell, the backbone and manager of Neverland, was not very pleasant.

The good thing is that she has changed quite favorably with her.

She gave herself to Tinkerbell’s guidance, with her thoughts that maybe she could dig in like this and be reunited with her Little Red Riding Hood.

They arrived at a building not too far from the huge white castle.

Tinkerbell quickly disappeared inside with a short explanation that this was the place where the offices of Neverland were mainly managed, and she didn’t even have time to look around, she quickly returned and handed over several sheets of paper and painting tools.

“Do you need anything else?”

“…… No, I think this will be fine.”

By the way, aren’t you looking forward to it with your eyes shining too much?

Honestly, I claim to be a fairy tale writer, but if I were to say which one, I was closer to the third rate.

Her mother’s work did not even catch up with her feet, and it was a third-rate that did not even leave a proper commercial result.

“Don’t expect too much.”

“Slow down, slow down! If you have the ability, I will treat you even if you are an adult! Of course, I won’t be able to stay on top of Neverland.”

Still, Tinkerbell, who said that he would take care of her convenience and said something close to trustworthiness, sat with his back turned to me.

“Then I’ll wait here, so call me when you’re done!”

Are you planning on waiting with your back turned?

“It doesn’t matter if you look at it.”

“Are you stupid?”

She meant that she didn’t have to sit like that, but Tinkerbell hit back harshly more than necessary.

“…… No, why?”

“Peeking at an unfinished work is an insult to the work. It is the right of the reader to be thrilled with anticipation of something unfinished and to admire the result while checking it out.”

Tinker Bell did not turn her head to the end, saying that she had no intention of crushing such a thing herself.

…… To be honest, it was the first time.

That someone expects my work. It’s the first time I’ve ever been referred to as a work and encouraged to write it quickly.

Tinkerbell is the enemy.

That fact doesn’t change, at least as long as she’s detaining Little Red Riding Hood, but it’s kind of exhilarating that she puts such expectations on the work of a third-rate author apart from that.

“Once then.”

There are many works that come to mind.

The first thing that came to my mind was the story of the Tin Woodman, but I wanted to deal with the promise with him after I achieved more achievements due to my lack of skills.

So, among the fairy tales that have been conceived in modern times, I hold the brush while thinking of fairy tales about boys and girls.

The tools are slightly different, but it is not difficult to sublimate into a painting by applying color.

I slowly drew a rough sketch, thought of the lines, conceived the development, and continued drawing lines.

Time flies.

No matter how short a fairy tale is, starting from the base would inevitably take some time, and as I filled in the empty paper with color, the outside began to turn red before I knew it.

All the while, Tinker Bell silently kept her place, bobbing her feet back and forth without saying anything.

“…… Hey.”

“Huh? Did you finish it already!?”

“No, not that.”

At that, Tinkerbell clicked her tongue.

“Ttsk, then why are you calling me?”

“How did you know where I was?”

The still silence was suffocating, but even if it wasn’t, I wondered how Tinkerbell had come straight to me.

I definitely avoided people’s eyes.

There is no room for discovery, and after checking the presence of people by sprinkling mystery around them, they moved in such a way as to steadily expand their territory.

Nevertheless, Tinkerbell naturally came to where I was.

All I can think of is that Tinkerbell has the ability to explore the entire surface of Neverland, or else the ability to detect those who do not meet certain conditions.

But either way, the power is too vast.

If such an ability really existed, it would be impossible for Captain Hook to disrupt both sides of the ground.

At my question, Tinkerbell immediately let out a deep sigh.

“What a fool. If it wasn’t for knowing how to draw a fairy tale, your value would be less than that of a slug.”

“…… What?”

“That’s right, right? I am a fairy, fairy. It is said to be a being born out of mystery. Did you just spread such a high concentration of mystery around such a person and hope that he won’t be found out?”

Detecting the mystery itself.

If you think so, I can understand.

Until she met Wendy, she didn’t use mystery to conduct detection activities, so she didn’t encounter Tinkerbell.

Does that mean it was caught head-on when it started using a new detection method this time?

“…… I learned one.”

“A normal person wouldn’t know about it, but if you’re a sensitive person, everyone will notice it right away.”

Your knowledge has increased by one.

If I could detect the mystery itself rather than confirm it with my eyes, it was my failure to consider such an ability in advance.

“If you understand, write a fairy tale now.”

“Almost done.”

“Really!?”

It may not be neat or perfect due to time constraints, but it has been completed to the point where you can recognize the painting while constructing it as a story to some extent.

“Just add the color to the last chapter and you’re done.”

“Then do it quickly, quickly! Don’t you know that time is finite?”

It wasn’t going to take long anyway, so I nodded and completed the last task.

I called Tinker Bell and turned over all the chapters I had drawn so far, and she smiled and handed over my work.

“Oh! Is it really, really a fairy tale? Perfect!”

“It’s still grass.”

“The picture is pretty, and the color is bright. Isn’t that bad?”

Without hiding the pervasive smile on her lips, Tinkerbell flips through her papers one after another.

“Is this boy the main character? Oh, you don’t have to answer. A spoiler is an insult to the work.”

“Really?”

I felt a strange sense of the fact that someone was looking at my work in anticipation.

Like that, Tinker Bell began to turn over her works little by little, and the smile on her lips gradually began to fade.

“…… Uh? What.”

With a hard expression on her face, Tinkerbell lifts her head.

“Honey, why are you dying here?”

“Because he is a young boy.”

For that scene, it happened that the boy was surrounded by a pack of wolves.

Generally speaking, there is no chance that a young boy will survive an encounter with a wolf alone in the woods.

“No, then. …… I’ll get it right away.”

Anyway, there is no separate main character in this fairy tale.

Since I was just telling the story, I thought I would understand if I read all of it, and Tinkerbell nodded her head with a disapproving expression.

Tinkerbell reads the story bit by bit like that.

Her remaining chapters began to decrease gradually, and eventually, when she saw all of her last chapters.

“…… This is not a fairy tale!!”

Tinker Bell banged her on the table and screamed.