Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

Her mother pulled her running up the high tower.

Her mother took her to a library that looked old but was clean and tidy inside.

She took out a book called "You should be like a bird flying to your mountain".

"Read it to the end."

Mother demanded sternly.

The princess had never heard such a stern tone from her mother's mouth, and she felt a little flinched for a moment.

But she obediently picked up the book.

"I'm standing next to the barn with the red train car..."

The princess raised her head and asked: "Mom, what is a barn? How do you pronounce the word after the word 'car'?"

No one taught the princess to read, but when she was very young, her mother lied that the princess' sleep quality was very poor and that she needed to tell the princess a bedtime story so that the princess could fall asleep.

So every night, her mother would point to the words in the storybook and teach her how to read them.

"This character is 'flower', this character is 'spring', this character is 'butterfly'..."

Most of the words that appear in fairy tales are of this type.

But tonight, when her mother was telling her a story, she said: "You can't just understand the words in the fairy tale, you should also understand the words in the book 'reality'."

So, in the library, her mother told her what a barn was.

“A barn is a building where people store and protect food.”

said the mother.

"Food...is the foie gras and steak we eat every day? Are they both called 'millet'?"

The mother looked at her steadily for a long time and shook her head:

"No, 'millet' is not these things."

……

In a dark room, under an old wooden bookshelf, a little girl sat cross-legged on the ground with her mother's encouragement, leaning on her mother's shoulder and reading the book in her hand.

"The word is pronounced 'carriage'... The carriage we rode in when we visited the garden had 'carriage' on it?"

……

"'Howling'...what does the howling wind look like? Does the wind laugh?"

……

Her mother, who answered many of her questions at first, later did not explain anything more to her and just asked her to continue reading. Even if she raised questions, she chose to remain silent.

"I will let you in the future answer these questions yourself..."

Occasionally she heard her mother murmuring.

She remembered that night, she read books in the library for a long time, and finally fell asleep on her mother's lap.

In her blur of consciousness, she heard her mother whispering:

"The wind will not laugh, it will roar away the dark clouds before the straw is wet by the rain...

"If the straw is wet by rain, the wind will not laugh...

“The wind will blame itself for not protecting thousands of straws.

"My straw, my little bird, when will you learn to fly?"

……

"The resistance did not start with me. Before a massive resistance, countless efforts and energy of the predecessors must have been accumulated."

How did mother's library come about? Where did she collect books other than fairy tales? Who wrote those books, and who delivered them to them?

She doesn't have to know all the truth, but she can see the backs of countless women with genuine smiles and sincere eyes behind these questions.

"Soon, my mother left me. I remember that I only read Thirteenth Night there, and my mother died of illness. From then on, I secretly went to the library alone at night.

"Before I became an adult, I read all the books there. The books there would write about anything. Some of them would tell me how to make wine. I would hide the uneaten grapes one by one during the day. Put it in the library at night... After I collected all the materials, I brewed a barrel of wine in the library... But it was very sour and not good to drink.

"Some books told me how to make weapons, so I tried my hand with things like tree branches and rubber bands. I couldn't really try it myself, so I had to keep it in my mind first.

“There are also books that teach me how to fight. I like these books very much because they don’t require me to prepare anything extra and I can practice by myself.

"There were also books that told me where dragons and elves would appear. After my father told me that he wanted me to get married... I started looking for dragons."

At this point, she paused and recalled her thoughts at the time:

"I knew the meaning of the word 'marriage' from books. Everyone wanted me to marry, but no one told me what the word really meant. They only told me, 'You are going to marry a prince.'

"But I don't know that man. Many books told me that marriage is based on love, and I shouldn't compromise easily for the sake of life and then ruin the rest of my life.

"And my father is very powerful. He is in charge of a country. Only dragons can defeat him. The book says that dragons like sparkling treasures..."

The princess spent every night exploring the route out of the palace, looking for the evil dragon, and then rushed back to the palace before daylight fell. Time was limited, and she often only walked halfway before rushing back. She had no other choice but to clumsily speed up her journey, hoping that one day she would be able to see him before the time to go back arrived. Evil dragon.

The journey to find the evil dragon was not easy for her. She often had to pass through many swamps and forests to avoid attacks by poisonous snakes and wild beasts. She also had to find ways to protect her skin from being scratched on the thorny road to avoid being caught in the white dragon. Something strange was discovered on the day.

Moreover, she has to walk these difficult and dangerous roads every night.

……

The day she met the evil dragon, she found that she had become much stronger, and after hearing about her experience, the evil dragon thought that she was no longer a princess.

"You look like a king."

said the evil dragon.

"That's just right. Some of the books I've read taught me... how to govern a country."

The princess raised a flashy smile that was not in line with her "demeanor".

The princess wants to overthrow the king's rule, and the evil dragon wants the shining gems in the treasury. One person and one dragon hit it off, and decide to conspire to kill the king, make the princess the new king, and change the owners of the gems in the treasury.

……

The girl who had become a king told her past in a calm tone, but Esilia knew that there was still a lot that she had not finished.

For example, a girl who has never even left her palace and will face a huge and powerful dragon in a short period of time, how hard does she need to work to muster up enough courage before seeing the dragon?

In every dark night when wild beasts lurk and dangers lurk, how does she convince herself to keep moving forward?

To what extent does a princess who has been protected and even scratched her hand cause panic in the entire palace, need to hone her physical strength, endurance, and fighting ability in order to safely pass through the mountains and thorn bushes in the dark night alone?

In an environment where society is conservative, stubborn, closed and suffocating, how far must she sharpen her thoughts in order to break out of the web woven by feudalism?

……

When the copy prompted her to complete the main mission, she still felt a little dazed.

The world in front of her gradually cracked, and she looked at Ernest, who had landed beside her at some point.

"time to go."

said the evil dragon.

She climbed onto the dragon's back, closed her eyes enjoying the wind, grabbed the dragon's horns and sighed:

"I haven't experienced the feeling of flying on a dragon. Can you fly a few more laps?"

The dragon didn't respond to her.

Aecilia looked down. After the plot was pushed to a certain extent, the timeline of the copy was quickly pushed back.

……

She watched as the neighboring army stepped onto the border and was forced back by a blast of fiery dragon breath.

……

She saw many girls' schools erected on the ground, and girls read aloud in clean and bright classrooms.

……

She heard the loud cry of the baby girl in the hospital and saw the fireworks on the white church.

……

She saw flowers blooming quietly on the green grass, in front of the small wooden house, and next to three tombstones standing side by side.

……

Everything in front of me was shattered like a mirror being broken, and the process of going back was just like when I came.

*

When he opened his eyes, familiar melodious music sounded in his ears.

Accompanied by it are noisy voices and bustling crowds.

Among the countless cascading figures, Aecilia raised her head and met Ernest's eyes standing in the stands on the second floor.

He was wearing a black dress tonight, and his long hair was tied back with a black ribbon. He still had his eyes open, showing no trace of emotion.

He raised the wine glass in his hand and pointed it in her direction.

Aecilia raised the juice on the long table beside her and clinked glasses with him across the lively crowd.

The dance music gradually became more and more exciting, and soon it ended, and the human voice took over the dominant position in the spacious hall.

After a while, a new piece of music played. Ernest put down his wine glass, turned around and threw himself into the crowd.

Aecilia held a plate full of food and quietly retreated into the quiet place.

She stared at the moon hanging high outside the window, imagining what it would look like in the eyes of people in another world.

……

In the world of the dungeon that just ended, a girl was sitting next to three tombstones. Her long silver hair was intertwined with the fresh green grass on the ground, and her cold eyes rested on the script book in her hand. She whispered:

"Bai Xue and I met at a dance, and we became very good friends, so I took her to the library. She left with a few books I recommended... Then, she told me, She lent those books to a girl who saved her life from almost choking on an apple, that girl was called Cinderella."

She closed the book in her hand, placed it on the grass, and looked up at the moon in the sky.