Witch, don't be so lazy

It's not just the difference in strength, she also has other ideas - after all, she has witnessed the transformation of Miss White Snake, met the contestants from both sides of good and evil, and come into contact with all the faceless book monsters. With enough information, she has some strange ideas emerging, such as this is actually a confrontation between angels and demons, and fairy tales have a lot of such metaphors.

But no matter what, she knew that she was destined to be a bystander. No matter who won or lost on the stage, she could only sit in the audience, laughing and applauding, or crying and shedding tears. Maybe passing this story on later was the only thing she could do.

She does have low self-esteem.

If it were a fairy tale, the protagonists would definitely choose an excellent location and time, either a towering mountain, a majestic palace, or the eve of a fateful battle or at the end of it, where everyone would express their true feelings together and move towards a happy ending.

But Feiman didn't have the courage to do so. She spent so much time preparing herself mentally, but in the end she still had to pour out her heart in a dark and quiet alley, under the moonlight and breeze.

She's also a weirdo.

She kept saying self-deprecatingly, "Isn't it ridiculous?", but if the other party actually nodded in agreement, she wouldn't even need to see it with her own eyes. Just imagining it would make her blood freeze and her heart seem to break into pieces.

No, even when the other party remained indifferent, she was already having difficulty breathing, her hands and feet felt cold, and she even wanted to turn around and run away.

Will you think there's something wrong with my brain and suddenly start talking nonsense?

Do you think I'm ugly and weird?

I feel...

Suddenly, a warm touch interrupted Feiman's messy thoughts.

It was the feeling coming from the face, the familiar hand and temperature, but this time he didn't pinch it maliciously, but slightly lifted the hair, then gently stroked the cheek, and then gently lifted it up.

When I looked up, the scene that came into view was probably something I would never forget.

The quiet streets are surrounded by old gray houses, and in the distance are hazy spots of light, which form a beautiful sea of ​​flowers in the rain and fog. Occasionally there are some inaudible sounds, but it only makes the place seem more peaceful, as if even the flames have softened.

The girl still had the same platinum hair that was brighter than the sun, and the same beautiful snake-like eyes, but there were some subtle differences from before.

It seemed that her temperament had become calmer, and there seemed to be a flash of something in her eyes, which could be pity or emotion, it was hard to tell.

Then, words rang in my ears.

"not like this."

Her voice was soft, yet solemn.

"To me, Fei Man is not someone who can be replaced at will. Maybe there are people with better personalities and stronger abilities in the world, but the one I met is you."

Before the little coward could pout in frustration at the first half of the sentence, the following words made her stunned again.

"The world is big, and naturally there are many people. But the places I haven't been to and the people I haven't met are just empty names. Because I experienced everything with you, you are unique to me... I guess Fei Man thinks so too, right?"

The silver-haired girl was lost in thought at first, then nodded heavily, as if she was afraid that if she was a little slow, her attitude would seem perfunctory.

An Ke smiled, and this time she pinched his face gently.

"What you said is not something ridiculous. Fei Man is not an ordinary girl, because you have delicate emotions, a sincere heart, big dreams, and more courage than me."

Anke paused because she needed some time to organize her words.

She is actually more introverted than anyone imagines. She looks extroverted and seems to be able to tell a bunch of lies without changing her expression, but when it comes to delicate emotions, she needs to consider carefully.

Like a lone little animal, it must carefully hide its soft belly.

There are some things that I am unwilling to show, whether it is memories, delicate emotions, or even why I want to follow the school of chaos and why I pursue omniscience and omnipotence.

It wasn't some innate arrogance, nor was it an unreasonable mission; it was just a small, stubborn streak that didn't want to be explained.

But she really didn't expect that in a small world where she thought it was just a formality, in a quiet alley, and from the mouth of a person she thought was just a passerby, she would hear something that made her willing to stay for a moment.

"In my hometown, there are two widely circulated sayings. One is that those who seek the best will get the middle, and those who seek the middle will get the worst. The other is that a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. These have their own truths, but compared to them, I have something more I want to tell you."

An Ke looked at Fei Man's beautiful sea-blue eyes and spoke softly,

"Many things can determine a person's character: talent, background, luck... but none of these are within our control. All we can control is a fire, something hidden deep within our hearts. It's not afraid of being weak, but it must burn brightly, regardless of whether its fuel is greed, unwillingness, hatred, inferiority, or some ideal of truth, goodness, and beauty. It must be sincere and genuine enough to burn fiercely."

"As for whether it will eventually become an eternal sun, a setting dusk, a fleeting meteor, or even a flame that goes out in the blink of an eye, that is another matter."

"But what truly separates heroes from ordinary people is this very fire. As long as you don't let it go out and keep going, you will always find your direction, and then move forward step by step until you reach the end of your dream."

An Ke was actually not very satisfied with her expression, but this was how she felt at the moment.

She doesn't like to lie to herself, what should be is what should be.

It’s just that the girl in distress can’t understand.

However, there is no clue from the expression.

Because Feiman kept her face up, listening quietly, then looking intently, and she didn't say anything.

Although her eyes can reflect many things, it is difficult to interpret the thoughts in them.

There was silence for a long time.

Fei Man said softly, "But I am a very greedy person. I want to be brave, I want to eat as much as I want without getting fat, I want to have endless beautiful clothes to wear, I want to taste all the delicious food, I want to have great power, I want to be admired and respected by everyone, I want my uncle and aunt to come back to life, I want to fill the world with love and peace..."

As she muttered, she stared at Anke's expression cautiously, like a vigilant little rabbit looking out of the cave. If there was any movement, she would shrink back into the cave in fear.

Because similar words had been said on the way to Windmill City, but at that time, although Miss White Snake did not say anything directly, her expression was full of helplessness and amusement.

She had clearly noticed it at that time, but she didn't care. But now, if the other party showed some bad expression, she felt that she might be sad for a long time before she could recover.

However, Miss White Snake only smiled faintly and then asked:

"Anything else? More is possible."

For those who claim to be omniscient and omnipotent, these things are actually nothing.

then.

Feiman's eyes finally lit up, like bright stars hanging in the sky.

Almost.

She was about to blurt out "I still want to be with you forever", but if she could easily say such explicit and bold words, she would not have the nickname "little coward".

However, she did feel something starting to brew in her heart, giving rise to a hint of warmth and a hint of courage.

"Then I also want to collect all the stories, all of them! Past, present, and future! Even so, is that okay?"

Having been a bard for so many years, it would be a lie to say that I have no passion for it.

However, compared to her initial dream of becoming a messenger of destiny, there were some subtle changes in her words. The word "fairy tale kingdom" was removed from the front, and the scope became broader.

Because she has always been curious, the stories of those characters only stop before they enter the fairy tale land. Why can't the things that happen after that be considered a story? Doesn't the story continue to develop?

Moreover, she has something hidden in it that she cannot express:

For example, my dream would be bigger than becoming a messenger of destiny, so that Miss White Snake would not look down on me.

For example, I hope to understand the girl's past, accompany her in the present, and follow her in the future, recording her story while also recording my own story...

An Ke didn't nod, and it wasn't known whether she had understood the hidden meaning. She just smiled sweetly.

"If I say no, will you give up?"

"Humph! That's definitely not possible!"

Feiman pouted. Just a moment ago, she would have retreated because of the other person's expression, but now, for some reason, she dared to talk back again, but her tears had not completely stopped yet.

Maybe it is the "fire" that Miss White Snake mentioned. It is the power from the heart and is composed of the most sincere emotions.

"Hmph, you big bad guy, you always bully people who cry, you are so mean..."

Feiman was originally pouting, intending to make a righteous condemnation, but the warmth in her consciousness and body became stronger and stronger, filling her limbs and bones, and finally slowly gathered in the form of countless light points.

As she looked in astonishment, the papers she was holding tightly in her arms began to flutter without wind.

Page after page, with a faint golden glow.

At last.

The papers around disappeared, and what reappeared in the air was actually a thick book with a slightly classical shape.

The book cover is dark, and the indigo cover is decorated with embossed colored reliefs, outlining a silver-haired little girl holding a book and looking up at the starry sky. Next to it is written "Fairy Tale Collection" in large gold-plated characters.

"Huh? What's going on? It, it suddenly appeared! The cartoon character on it looks like me!"

Fei Man was surprised and happy. Although she seemed to have realized something, she still couldn't believe it. She just turned her head to look at Miss White Snake, expecting her to give her an answer.

The latter was also stunned for a moment, and then muttered:

"Once the heart has a direction, dreams will emerge and characters will be born. It's really like this literally."

No new messenger of destiny was born, but new characters appeared.

Looking at the scale of Feiman's magic power, it is indeed at the second level.

Anke was very surprised for a moment, not only because the magician's words came true, but also because of the hints he received from the spiritual world.

[Current camp (neutral), number of people (2)]

Although my heart is filled with confusion and there are many things I want to explore, there is only one thing I need to do now.

An Ke sighed and reached out to the girl whose face still had traces of tears.

"Come on, stop lying on the ground and stop crying. If others see you, they'll think I just bullied you."

"Humph, you are!"

She hummed a little, but a smile broke through her face, and she quickly put down a gentle hand.

"How could I? You are wrongly accusing a good person and planning a rebellion? She's just a little maid!"

"Humph, I'm Master Feiman now."

"You're an adult now... Yeah, so what are you now? Storyteller?"

"What kind of name is that? It's so ugly, even worse than a bard. Well, Feiman is still Feiman, but, uh, how about calling me Miss Fairy Tale?"

"Then you're still a little coward, more familiar."

"Hmph! You bully Lady Feiman all day long. I declare that I'm angry! Unless... you let me accompany you to that competition, otherwise... I'll cry in front of you!"

"A fight to the death is too dangerous. I'm afraid I won't have the energy to protect you then. You'd better think about it."

"Think about it!"

"…Dismiss, think again."

"All right!"

……

The fragmented conversation drifted away with the wind, and the figures of the two girls became farther and farther away until they disappeared.

It’s hard to say where they are going. Maybe they are going to take a walk, find something to eat, buy some beautiful clothes, or they may immediately go to figure out Feiman’s abilities and see what the so-called fairy tale collection is.

But no matter what, one thing is certain.

Although they are now talking in low voices in a dark and quiet unknown alley, they will eventually walk together on the grandest stage of Fairy Tale Island in a few days.

Perhaps, it is not limited to Fairy Tale Island.

The starry sky is bright tonight, and the flowers and vines along the street are swaying gently, as if sending blessings, and as if full of expectations.

Chapter 187: Fairy Tale 110 (Seven Thousand Seven)

The morning sunlight was exceptionally beautiful, like fresh honey, slanting into the room through the classical Gothic vertical windows.

The white porcelain plate on the dining table was empty. Apart from some residual cream of mushroom soup, it reflected two beautiful girls in the room, one with platinum hair and the other with bright silver hair.

Because they were so close, there wasn't even a need for a breeze to blow gently. With just a little more movement, different strands of hair would intertwine in mid-air.

At first glance, everything seems so beautiful.

But the chubby little white dove didn't think so. It just felt that its good luck had run out and it could never go back to its former happy life.

Yes, in the past two months, ever since meeting the Emperor who knew the language of pigeons, the white pigeon has been living an extremely happy life.

Although it was bitten by a black evil bird in the palace at the beginning and almost died on the spot, it was revived with full blood soon after being given an incredible elixir by the Pigeon Emperor.

"A blessing in disguise" is very appropriate here -

It was originally supposed to cooperate with the emperor's maid to do some reconnaissance and performance work, but because of the tragic experience above, the maid seemed to feel sorry for it and always carried it with her, and never used it at all. As a result, it actually did not have to do anything. It only cared about eating and drinking every day. When traveling, it only had to sleep in its own nest, or else it would curl up in the package.

Because it eats more and moves less, after two months, it feels like it has become much rounder.

Unfortunately, the good days are over.

The round white dove froze in place, staring at the giant black monster cat in front of it.

It seemed to have the impression that it had seen a very similar one before, but there were some differences between the two. This one looked a little strange, with eyes that were a sloppy ball of thread, and the edges of its body were furry, like a large, balled-up rag doll.

But some things are the same, such as the terrifying and powerful aura, which is the pressure of a high-level predator, and the undisguised eagerness to attack at any time.