Chapter 14

All the jewels in the lady’s room.

Not because of the dress, not the shoes, nor the dress, but because of this mirror, I forgot that I was going to run away from this mansion soon and catch a boat.

After I leave, I will change my name and I will never come back to this place again. I will not recall the memories of my poor days. I will eat well and live well. I forgot to make those decisions all Because of this mirror.

‘Was it fate?’

After all the stories are over, I reflect on this moment when I stood at the crossroads of Taek.

how about If I had made a rope by weaving the duvet and these gorgeous dresses, hanging them out of the window, and leisurely escaping the mansion, how would this story have flowed?

‘If everyone looked at me like the woman in this mirror.’

But I didn’t. Because that’s how it had to go. Some have called this ‘fate’.

So I met the wolf. Become the flame that finally burns everything, and become the wolf’s black witch…

Does the excuse that you didn’t intend to do that in the first place matter now? We were destined to meet, and this is how it came to be.

okay. As a result, I became a mouse that gnawed at the lady’s nails and eventually became her. It was ‘The Princess and the Pea’ that the lady loved.

Like a story, it was a fairy tale that I loved.

The story of a mouse that eats a nails  that a man cuts at night and threw away in the backyard, turns him into a man one day and drives away man and takes over his mansion and his wife… I did it for the missing lady.

“So what if the lady keeps eating her nails?”

“Anyway, it’s just me.”

“Is that really the case?

A girl who grows up eating her nails .The darkness inside her belly gradually becomes big and one day… “

“Aww! No i Hate it !”

Stories are more powerful than nagging. Then it worked for a few days. I dye her crooked nails with the flowers I picked from the backyard,

“If you leave this flower water until the first snow falls, the flower fairy will take you to the prince.” and I whispered that to the lady .

But now that I think about it, it was me who ate her nails. It was me who turned into a young lady, not the darkness in her belly. I didn’t know anything about the future that was to come.

From the very next day I was fed and clothed like a lady. The thick oil of blood-red roses permeated my thick hair and skin, and my waist was cut off.

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