I Raised Snow White!

97. The Story of Snow White (3)

[Episode 97] – The Story of Snow White (3)

My father is dead, so what does that have to do with me as I am related to him by blood? I just wanted my obsession to be limited to my father. Even though I was obsessed with Vivian, it only made me disgusted and annoyed.

Vivien didn’t really touch me until the year I turned ten. On the contrary, I was scared of Vivian not touching me. What on earth are you thinking, letting me live?

Such doubts did not last long. The year I turned twelve, Vivian informed me that she was a ‘witch.’ And he said I also had the talent of a ‘witch’. He thought he was crazy at first.

I originally thought she was a crazy b*tch, but now she seems even more crazy. When he told me that he was a witch and that he would teach me witch magic, I really wanted to hang myself and die on the spot.

‘You have talent. Talent as a witch. So, consider it an honor. I rarely have the opportunity to learn magic. Originally, witches did not have disciples. But you are the child who inherited the blood of the one I love.’

Who told you to tell me? He tried to force himself to teach him. I wanted to refuse, but there’s no way I have the right to refuse, right? I had no choice but to take Vivian’s classes every day.

I wanted to kill the class. Vivian had no talent for teaching people. He didn’t even teach me properly, and if I said I didn’t know something, he was busy slapping me in the face. During class, they beat my cheeks and the inside of my mouth until they burst, and then healed them with magic after class.

You can understand why Vivian treats you, right? I treated my wounds so that others would not see them. Vivian cared more about what other people thought than she thought. He was extremely reluctant to have anyone gossiping around him.

To be honest, the class itself was interesting. A being called a ‘fairy’, which I thought could be seen by other people, actually only sees Vivian and me. Using the power of those fairies to use ‘magic’.

Only in my thirty-fourth life did I finally feel like something had changed in my life. Even if I had to go back and start the next life, I felt like it would be okay because there was magic.

Although she hated Vivian to death, she loved magic. Every time I learned magic, the fairies I met were all good kids. Yes, I think that was the first time I met Ainsel. Vivian’s familiar is the mirror fairy Ainsel.

As for Ein Sel, she has almost never been involved with me. Ainsel always stayed in Vivian’s room. Even though she came out through her earrings, she didn’t say anything because she was worried Vivian would notice her. Even to my own eyes, it looked like a pretty pitiful fairy.

That’s how I began to grow up as a witch under Vivian. I met Brownie at the cabin to avoid the hunter who wanted to kill me, met Katsy in another village, and met several fairies. I called those children ‘midgets.’ They were cute little kids.

But, the more I grew as a witch with the dwarves, the more nervous Vivian seemed to become. She must have thought that I would become a stronger witch than Vivian, so she started keeping me in check the year I turned seventeen.

That’s why it was like that. I told you not to even dream of raising Titania as a witch. Because I knew that you would be jealous of Titania, who grew up as a witch, and that you would eventually kill her.

One day, when I was seventeen, Vivian made me a suggestion. She wants to perform some ‘ritual’ with her. The name of the ritual was ‘Full Moon Ritual’, and she said it was a ritual that would make one of her wishes come true.

I snorted at Vivian as she explained it. If such a comfortable consciousness really existed, there was no way Vivian would have told me, right? It was nice to see that he had some kind of plan. I refused to do the ritual.

But that answer must have hurt Vivian’s pride, and she tried to kill me again. He started poisoning his food again in a childish way, and tried to kill me by pushing me down the stairs. Really, I thought he was a consistent person.

Because there are dwarves, I no longer get fooled by such childish pranks, but honestly, I was curious about the ‘Full Moon Ritual’. If the wish-granting ritual is real, wouldn’t it be possible to end this hellish regression?

As soon as I had that thought, I started researching ‘consciousness.’ I also stole Vivian’s materials and asked for opinions from other witches in Kirven. And surprisingly, I found out that the wish-granting ‘effect’ of this ritual was real.

‘Then really…’

Isn’t it really possible to stop my regression?

Wouldn’t I finally be able to die properly?

Now that I’ve found out that this ritual really has the effect of granting wishes, there’s no need to hesitate any longer. I performed the ‘Full Moon Ritual’ to die properly. Because I needed rest.

While preparing for the ritual, ‘Great Witch Morgan’ came and stopped me, but I ignored it. The peace of finally being able to die properly glimmers before my eyes, but am I supposed to hold on to this? I put more and more effort into my consciousness, as if I was rebelling against those words.

Isn’t it funny? I, who had no motivation because of the repetitive life, became motivated to die.

To be honest, I think that was the most meaningful moment in my life.

Anyway, the ceremony was easily prepared, and I headed to the lake on the night of the full moon. I lied to the dwarves and went out to the lake, slowly lowered myself into the lake and dived.

Then I made a wish.

‘Please, live a life without regression.’

Then, bubbles rose from beneath the bottom of the lake. Fascinated by the rising bubbles, my body gradually sank into the lake, sinking deeper and deeper. I tried to swim to the surface, but instead of rising, I sank further and further, as if someone had grabbed my ankle.

‘The wish-granting ceremony is a piece of cake!’ As I was swearing all sorts of things inside, the familiar death came. I naturally closed my eyes, wondering if I was going back again. When this short pain is over, I will become a child again, and life as hell will unfold again.

The moment I became conscious and opened my eyes.

– Bye! Who are you! Who’s in my cabin?!

‘Huh…? Brownie?’

The thirty-fifth life.

Unlike the familiar regression to my childhood, I woke up in Brownie’s hut. Moreover, my body returned to the way it was when I was seventeen. I was happy that the ritual worked, but I couldn’t be happier when I found out the truth.

Because in this time zone, a ‘me’ other than myself existed.

That’s right, that’s ‘Titania’.

I was shocked to see Titania in her two-year-old form in the royal castle that I secretly visited. No matter how much I looked, there was no sign of regression.

Here, I was really a baby who didn’t know anything. Probably, but I thought Titania was a new me that emerged after I escaped regression.

Then what about me? What on earth am I becoming?

…I didn’t have time to think about such things at the time.

When I looked around, Aurora was still alive, and Vivian, you were just as rude. First of all, my only thought was to protect Titania. Because it was clear that if you continued like this, you would die like me.

Thinking like that, I moved to protect Titania. I changed my face with magic and disguised myself as a maid to protect Titania from Auroa and Vivian. I thought that was why I came here.

But as time passed, something strange started to feel in my body. The inside of my body hurt like it was being torn apart, and sometimes my heart felt like it was going to break.

The pain was a ‘side effect’ of consciousness.

It is good to escape regression, but I have also begun to escape the framework of being human.

I began to gradually become less of a human and more of a fairy.

As my body became more and more like a fairy, I felt like I was losing ‘myself.’ I’ve finally escaped the regression, but now I’m starting to lose even myself.

I hate it, I hate it that much.

Now that I am free from regression, I want to die as a human.

Live normally.

I love you normally.

Get married normally.

Giving birth to a child normally.

Dying next to loved ones.

I want that kind of ordinary life.

I want a human life, not a fairy life.

I started researching this situation like crazy after that. I also visited ‘Dr. Frankenstein,’ who is said to have turned fairies into humans, but it was no use.

He told me that he just trapped a fairy in a shell he made, and that the humans he made were not real ‘humans’. To solve the problem I’m experiencing –

It is not the process of a fairy turning into a human.

You need to know the process by which a human turns into a fairy.

However, no one but myself knew about the process by which a human turns into a fairy. I wanted to ask the great witch, but the unemployed great witch in the corner of the room didn’t want to come out of Fairy Incense.

I didn’t know the way into Fairy Village. Moreover, humans are completely prohibited from entering Fairy Village. It wasn’t a place I, who was still human, could enter.

Dr. Frankenstein’s words that even if you write a letter to the Great Witch you may have to wait for several years made me nervous. First, I asked Frankenstein to investigate me, but he died in an accident not long after.

I don’t know if it was an accident or not, but I heard that his knowledge workshop and everything he made burned down. Leaving alone the one child he created. That’s right, that girl is the current Frankenstein.

Anyway, I got nervous and started looking into this situation. I read books and learned about fairies, but nothing could fix me. Every time that happened, Dr. Frankenstein’s words rang in my ears.

You need to know the process by which a human turns into a fairy.

‘But, there’s no other case like that except me, right? There is no one other than me who can turn a human into a fairy, right? There is only one sample, so how…!’

There is only one sample.

At that moment, I felt like there was nothing I could do. If the sample is just me, I just need to increase the sample, right? All you have to do is experiment on another human, right?

But honestly, my conscience did not allow me to make other people just like me. That’s an act no different from murder. So I…

I chose the person my conscience allowed.

‘First Queen Aurora Snowwhite.’

‘Who…?’

‘Do you know the story of a fairy who spends her entire life with the person she loves?’

I, with her sister Laura’s permission, began to make her her ryanancy. In addition to Aurora, I began to select people that my conscience allowed me to turn into fairies. Only then will I be able to die as a human.

…You know, Vivian.

I know I’m not doing well.

But, I don’t want to die as a fairy.

I want to be happy like Titania.

That’s all.