Surviving a Cruel Fairy Tale - Chapter 47



47 – Act 2. Eternal Neverland – Breaking the Wall (3)

It’s difficult to deal with.

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Captain Hook bit his lower lip as he looked at Tinkerbell flying in the distance.

“Stupid James!!”

Tinker Bell, with tears in her eyes as if indignant, spread her mystery to kill him with all her heart.

I know.

That fairy devoted everything to protecting children, and even though it forced adults to sacrifice in the process, it was not a being that would take their lives recklessly if it could be controlled.

Coercive rule and dictatorship.

The word freedom doesn’t exist in it, but at least it’s a fairy who is more sincere than anyone else when it comes to protecting and protecting children.

Captain Hook, who once grew up with her as her mother, found this difficult.

He pondered for a long time, and there were times when he wanted to give up.

But Captain Hook also has his own wishes. He has things to get back, and people to protect.

If you obey, your life will be preserved.

However, there were plenty of tribes that were not satisfied with being used simply as parts to construct a heterogeneous paradise.

“Tinker Beaell!!”

After firing all six bullets, he takes out a newly loaded revolver from his waistband and aims it.

As Hook had predicted in advance, Tinkerbell did not launch a wide-range attack, but rather focused fire on one person in succession.

Overwhelming force of violence.

However, it was rather easy to dodge because it was a straight flash that aimed only at the hook.

This also seems to reflect Tinkerbell’s upright personality.

With that sentiment, Captain Hook, who ran beyond her limit and stared only at her Tinkerbell, aimed her revolver to keep her in check and backed away from her.

“Are you going to just run away!?”

“There are many things I lack to fight you head-on.”

The war situation is not bad.

No matter how much Tinkerbell appears on this battlefield, it is as if she is not there if she is held by him.

Hook himself was left out of the Pirates, but compared to his simple power, no matter how Neverland’s enforcer knows how to fight among children, there is a gap.

I don’t know if another enforcer with a mystery at least makes a mound, but at the moment there is no sign of that.

Of course, it’s not even Tinkerbell who doesn’t know that.

“…… Tsk!!”

Tinkerbell flew up into the sky while clicking her tongue and pressed the button in her hand to make contact with her castle.

Could it be Captain Hook?

I had thought about that, but it was hard to imagine that even Captain Hook would have an influence even within the castle of Neverland.

In a situation where Wendy moved to subdue the raids of the natives and Tinker Bell personally descended into the underground waterway, the shepherd boy took over the acting general manager of her castle.

She judged that there would be no problem with the slightest threat, but she clenched her teeth at the fact that she couldn’t be contacted when she needed it right away.

If left as it is, the damage to children is obvious.

There, Tinkerbell glared at Captain Hook who was endlessly running towards him, then bit her lower lip.

* * *

Little Red Riding Hood has been thinking for a long time.

A man who called himself a fairy tale writer.

A benefactor and helper who ended the nightmare in the forest. I can’t express all the words towards him with gratitude, but is the feeling I feel towards him really all about gratitude?

Since his body turned into a child, his head has been a mess.

She became a little more impulsive than she thought, and then she knew that she wanted his figure to be in her eyes.

Originally, she had no greed.

The only wish Little Red Riding Hood had was to kill the hunter who had become heterogeneous.

After all that had to be done, she felt no attraction whatsoever for the rest of her life and tried to take her own life.

Then what about now?

“…… I am.”

I don’t want to die.

Because there are still unfinished business.

It was also her promise, but the words she said that she would show her hope for her were the beginning of everything for her.

You can’t feel any warmth here.

It’s too cold here.

“I have to go.”

I want to be by his side. She

Since she became a child, she has become extremely impulsive, but apart from that, this heart was real.

Is this really greed?

It was something that Little Red Riding Hood herself did not know well, but the feelings she felt inside her heart were very fresh to her, who had never felt someone’s affection, interest, or affection.

Since she became a child, she acted more straightforwardly than necessary, but her longing for that warmth is not much different from when she was an adult.

Tinkerbell hasn’t been seen for a long time.

The thought that she cannot be confined here forever and the anxiety of what to do if the man gets hurt while she is not there coexists.

So she stood up.

Her anxiety remained, but she couldn’t stand the urge any longer, so she made her own decision and opened the door to the white room.

A brass-colored bell rings at the same time.

Of course, Tinkerbell couldn’t leave her on her own, and she made sure that she would let anyone know if anyone opened her door without her permission.

Little Red Riding Hood hesitated for a moment at the sound of the ringing, and soon started running quickly through the castle.

Even though he was defeated by Tinkerbell, it was only because Tinkerbell crushed him with a deceptively overwhelming mass.

She is said to have turned into a child while protecting the fairy tale writer, but in the forest she was called a witch and did not hesitate to kill people.

“Here, here! An outsider…… !!”

“Get out of the way.”

The same goes for killing a child.

The golden glow on Little Red Riding Hood’s hand took on a menacing look and tore off the scruff of a boy.

Little Red Riding Hood running through the castle like that.

As she proceeded to smash everyone who approached, she went downstairs and downstairs, dealing with dozens of children.

If this happened, there was no way the person in charge of internal security would not notice.

“Nuna, isn’t this a bit too much?”

The shepherd boy.

The boy who had the upper hand even when they clashed once before stood in her way again with a smile on his face.

“Get out of the way.”

“I can’t get out of the way. If I go through something like this and release my sister, then the fairy will put me in the basement, right?”

Killing children is a taboo in Neverland.

Although Tinkerbell loved Little Red Riding Hood, if she went on a rampage like this at the most important base, she wouldn’t say anything even if she killed her.

So, the shepherd boy turned his staff round and round, saying that he had found the right scapegoat after a long time.

“Sister, you know what? That there are wolves in this castle too.”

The temper of a shepherd boy is a lie.

It was a reflection of its nature that it could disrupt the opponent’s sight, hearing and smell.

An example of this is the fact that Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t deal with it properly and ate a blow in the past.

This time, with the intention of killing me for sure, I peeled off the skin of the staff, drew the sword inside, and slowly approached Little Red Riding Hood.

“The wolf is out, so you have to run away.”

Her eyes on her little red cape still saw her shepherd boy standing there, but he had already reached her.

“Otherwise…… , You get eaten?”

As it were, I thrust the sword I held in reverse into the shin of the red cloak.

Lies are the realm of the shepherd boy.

There is no other ending to prey caught in a spider’s web.

“Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?”

Little Red Riding Hood, whose shin muscles were properly pierced, instinctively swung his arm, but the boy still smiled and quickly dodged.

There is no problem.

All you have to do is cook easily as always.

The owner of the web is a shepherd boy, and she is just a fleeting moth caught in the web.

“Wolves, wolves come out. In this castle, in the streets, in the woods. There are always wolves.”

Assuring an overwhelming advantage, the shepherd boy, who swung his sword round and round, took another step closer.

“So, you better run away, too? Of course, if you can get away!”

“…… Wolf, I mean.”

Little Red Riding Hood listened to the bullsh*t and closed her eyes.

The feeling is still strange.

The reality is that we can’t figure out the location of the shepherd boy, and we don’t even know where the point of the sword is going.

However, rather than backing down, Little Red Riding Hood moved forward and explosively raised his mystery.

The opponent’s nature is a lie.

I heard an anecdote about a shepherd boy from a previous fairy tale writer.

Even now, she could see the boy right in front of her, but there was no reason to believe it straight away.

A bad-tempered and cruel boy.

Then, where is this liar located?

Because he will be a boy who is consistent with lies until the end, it will not be the front, and if that is the case, at most he will occupy both sides and the rear.

Fortunately, the corridors in the castle were narrow.

It’s a gamble from here on out, but if the direction is specific, from then on it’s enough to push with force.

“Wolves roam this castle?”

“…… Uh?”

Attacks non-straight lines.

Little Red Riding Hood spun away from the shepherd boy in front of him and swung his fist at his back, causing a massive explosion.

An explosion accompanied by a golden halo exploded so large that the palace trembled.

The floor that divided the floors in the hallway collapsed, and Red Riding Hood, who had fallen downstairs, pulled out a small fruit knife hidden in her arms with an instinctive feeling of presence.

“Ugh…… !!”

“You are right.”

“You, you, you, you!”

The spider’s net was shattered beyond recognition.

“Wolves, yes.”

A spider that loses its web has no choice but to fall to the ground.

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Sometimes there is a price to pay for the stupid act of opening your mouth to something bigger than yourself.

“Because I am that wolf.”

She didn’t even give the shepherd boy a chance to speak, and she stabbed the boy’s neck with a knife, and twisted her knife to rip off his uvula, even as her blood splattered.

“Aren’t liars supposed to tell the truth?”

With a sneer on her lips, she lifted her foot one last time and trampled the boy’s head, crushing it and moving forward again.