Surviving a Cruel Fairy Tale - Surviving a Cruel Fairy Tale chapter 44

44 – Act 2. Eternal Neverland – End of childhood (5)

I didn’t understand that it wasn’t a fairy tale.

“Why?”

“Why is it Nabal! Show me this and say it’s a fairy tale!? Is your head broken? Or where does it hurt?”

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I drew fairy tales wholeheartedly.

I am sincere.

Although it has become a somewhat dark story, I thought that it could also fall under the category of fairy tales because such stories did not exist in the distant past.

“If the atmosphere is a bit dark… ….”

“That’s not it! It’s just completely out of sync!”

She hesitated, then handed me a page from a fairy tale.

“Hey! What is he Why is the girl who was kind to the boy not helping him in his crisis?”

The scene suggested by Tinkerbell was the part where the boy is kicked out of the village.

A development in which the adults, centering on the boy’s father, a coercive adult, blamed the boy who was an orphan for the ominous signs occurring in the village, and as a result, kicked him out.

“It’s a child. At his age, he doesn’t have the ability to stand up to the judgment of adults. Even if they do, they are usually afraid of coercive adults.”

The girl’s father is oppressive.

Then, inevitably, there is a high probability that the girl could not stand her ground under her father, and realistically speaking, it would be reasonable for her not to help the boy when he was kicked out.

“What kind of a fairy tale is this!!”

“Is it a bit stimulating for children?”

“A little? It’s just spicy! What kind of fairy tale is this? Where are the dreams and where is the hope? The fact that the ending is also strangely vivid makes it even worse!”

…… That, no matter how bad you feel.

“The listener’s heart hurts.”

“What’s the point of being realistic? The important thing is a hopeful story, a beautiful story! And if there is a little lesson, it’s better, isn’t that a fairy tale?”

“If there is a lesson, there is.”

“Where is this story going?”

The selfishness of adults and the powerlessness of children.

Wouldn’t it be possible to use it as a teacher on the other hand by touching on such a realistic issue and at the same time showing some unfortunate choices of a boy close to the narrator?

“The boy was nice, but on the contrary, he was stupid. If you think about that part…….”

“Are you stupid? That’s not what children see.”

I thought I came up with a story that was reasonably reasonable and could be told in moderation.

“Anyway, he said he was a fairy tale writer and tricked me!”

“…… I didn’t cheat.”

It just didn’t work out commercially at all.

To be honest, I have heard that being a children’s writer is not suitable even for those who have connections, let alone commerce.

“I just devised the realistic part.”

“Reality, reality, that bastard’s reality!! Why do you live so boringly? I don’t know why they are trying to force themselves into the frame they set for themselves, and I don’t know why they deny the possibility.”

Tinkerbell went on to say that adults didn’t like it because she didn’t like it.

“I lost my dream and gave up hope. You can’t find innocence by washing your eyes, and you’re just in a hurry to live. That’s why I’m trying not to release the poison of being an adult in this paradise.”

“…… You can’t live by seeing only what you want to see all the time.”

“Neverland for that.”

Tinker Bell rose from her seat, saying that children’s paradise absolutely rejected such tedious accidents.

“I was a little interested in being a children’s story writer, but this won’t work. You are the adult I hated the most.”

“Doesn’t I meet the conditions?”

“Totally. Say the exact opposite. Know? It’s all over at the point where the artist who wants to draw a fairy tale denies the innocence itself that a fairy tale should have!”

I did not deny my innocence.

Tinker Bell seems to be misunderstanding something, but she and I once had a time when she was a dreaming child.

Although I have forgotten a lot of things from that childhood, I still wanted to become a children’s story writer because I remember the dream I had that day.

However, it is also true that the words of this pink fairy cannot be refuted.

Objectively, there is no fun in the fairy tale I drew.

No matter how fantastic I try to write, my hands reject it. From the top of my head, I was protesting that this story was unrealistic.

“Okay. This talk is over. Seriously, I just wasted my time!”

After she lost her temper, she handed me the pages of a fairy tale I had drawn.

“Come on, take it! Take it and go to that filthy basement.”

Aren’t you kind enough to be angry?

Since she turned out to be unsatisfied in the part where she was interested in me, it wouldn’t be strange if she tried to kill her right away.

“…… What are you staring at so closely?”

“No, it was a bit unexpected.”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to just throw it away if it was a bad result even assimilation?”

At this, Tinkerbell let out a deep sigh as if she was dumbfounded.

“Even I wouldn’t do that. What kind of fairy did you see me as?”

After that, she tapped the fairy tale I had drawn all day long with her slender fingers and continued.

“No matter what the result is, I know it took a lot of effort. I know you have a heart. I’m not a mindless fairy enough to trample on something like that.”

Rather, Tinkerbell, who said that she had enough delicacy to pay attention to such a part, forcibly handed her bundle of papers into my hand and she soared up into the sky.

“Anyway, I’ll save you a special day today.”

“Why? According to what you said, am I not the person who shouldn’t be in this paradise the most?”

“There are things that Little Red Riding Hood cares about you in particular, but before that, I knew you were an insignificant human being.”

When she said that it would be easier to organize things all at once if you are a person who can’t do anything even if you let them go anyway, she put a deep sneer on her lips.

“Where are you going to do something with that pitiful captain? I’ll break it all from the front and hang her head on the wall with her captain!!”

After saying that, I watched Tinkerbell’s back for a while as it flew far away.

A cute girl in appearance, but a typical child in behavior.

However, along with the maturity that oozes through her words, unexpectedly, she showed a clear sense of purpose.

It is heterogeneous in many ways.

It’s hard to pinpoint where it is, but it kept getting on my nerves that I couldn’t really feel the innocence or innocence of Tinker Bell from the person in question.

* * *

This and that happened, but time passed.

Time just flows by.

I felt impatience when I thought of Little Red Riding Hood, which I couldn’t meet even now, but on the contrary, I felt a strange certainty that if it was Tinkerbell, I wouldn’t harm her.

It’s funny to believe in the enemy, but at least not harming the child seemed real.

Of course, I couldn’t help but feel impatience, and time passed like that.

Captain Hook seems to have done quite a bit of work behind the scenes, but there’s no way I know the details, and I’ve done everything I can.

The result of a ground search.

I knew that the area with the lowest frequency of appearances of bad boys was in the northern area, and based on that information, I was ready to draw attention from the ground.

“Come on, you had a lot of trouble. Have a drink.”

“My head doesn’t turn when I drink.”

“Isn’t it time to rest today? It’s difficult if you can’t work hard in the main game because you’re thinking hard.”

I think Captain Hook is drunk because he drinks too much.

“Rather than that, who goes up to the ground after all?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t we too few to send some of the crew up? They said they had collaborators, but they never revealed who they were.”

Tomorrow we will finally set sail.

Captain Hook’s goal was to attack the ship through the underground waterway, but he said that disturbance on the ground was indispensable in order to get as close as possible in the process.

But I don’t even know the details.

I wouldn’t say anything if only I didn’t know, but the other sailors didn’t even know who was going on the ground.

“Isn’t it time to tell you now?”

“Are you curious about that?”

“I’m curious, but before that, I bet here too. If it’s a problem directly related to the success rate, I think you should at least know the details.”

Captain Hook nodded that he had a point, then stood up and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Indigenous people. Even if you say that, you don’t know.”

“Indigenous?”

“People who have been living in this Neverland for a long time. I don’t know when that started, but as a result, there are people who were driven to the ends of the earth as Tinkerbell ruled this Neverland.”

They still want to take back their hometown, so Captain Hook tugged at her mouth, saying that they would help us run wild inside Neverland.

“They are few in number, but they are nimble and strong by nature. No problem.”

If you are a native, you have heard of it.

Peter Pan is a very famous fairy tale, so there is no way you don’t know about it. There is a feeling that has been adapted and transformed by various media outlets, but if you talk about the natives in Peter Pan, you probably only have red-skinned ones.

“Are you sure?”

“Nothing is perfect in this world. Just do your best in everything, and what comes after that. I have no choice but to pray to the goddess.”

After that, he emptied his glass, spat out a rough burp that didn’t match his handsome appearance, and patted my back.

“Don’t be in too much of a hurry. Life is long, and patience is required. After all, tomorrow, like it or not, everything is decided.”

After that, he continues his words with his blue eyes shining, looking at the ceiling of the underground waterway, maybe beyond it.

“Destroy the paradise for children only. Neither the artificial heaven nor the innocence of childhood ends here.”

The end of childhood.

What exists beyond that?

“Captain Hook.”

“Huh?”

“If this plan succeeds and Neverland collapses, what kind of world do you dream of beyond that?”

The collapse of the paradise created only for children signals the end of the system.

If order collapses, a new order will come later. What kind of world does Captain Hook, the instigator of this, want?

At that question, Captain Hook looked at me blankly, then closed his eyes with a silly laugh.

“I didn’t think about it.”

“What?”

“I am a free man by nature. I just don’t like this place, so I’m going to destroy it, I didn’t think about it until the next day.”

He waved his hand, saying that he had no intention of ruling anything.

“You can leave such troublesome things to others. When this is over, I will leave for a quiet place and live there leisurely.”

Isn’t it too simple for a group of storage devices?

Is this Captain Hook?

No matter how different the world is from existing fairy tales, even so, I slightly frowned at the extreme transformation, but Hook’s words do not change.

He looked in the direction of the ground with a relaxed expression and exhaled evenly.

“I don’t need a lot. Got it? The important thing is the most precious thing. Treasure is always like that.”

It was difficult for me to understand, but my purpose does not change no matter who Captain Hook is.

Recapture of Little Red Riding Hood.

In terms of rescuing her, he only had her interests aligned with him, but since she had never been his colleague or her acquaintance, she decided not to dig deep.

It’s tomorrow anyway.

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Tomorrow, the ship will depart in earnest, and finally, an all-out war with Neverland will begin.

“If you’re not going to tip your glass, go to bed first. Because tomorrow won’t end with hard words.”

Hook, the person in charge, filled his drinking glass with alcohol as if he had no intention of sleeping for the time being, and stood up after watching it for a while.

“Sing, pirates! Free! Life is lived only once, what if we do not live freely as we please!”

Captain Hook sings of freedom as always.

A longing for freedom resounds in the dark and damp underground waterways.

The story of Neverland, which brings together oppressed adults and free children, also ends tomorrow.