[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Uncrowned King

In the fifth year since leaving Hillsbu, we have fully adapted to life at sea.

We have encountered many novel island countries and strange races, as well as strange customs, and people who approach us with various thoughts. These are interesting embellishments on the journey, and we still do not feel tired.

When sailing on the sea, even when falling asleep at night, I would dream of the boundless ups and downs of the ocean, as well as the non-stop sound of the tsunami.Samuel said he felt that such dreams helped him to sleep, like sleeping in his mother's womb.

He begged for approval, so I also found out all kinds of reasons to agree with him.I said that falling asleep on the sea was like sleeping on the swing chair in the palace when I was a child. The maid slowly pushed the back of the swing chair, and I always felt sleepy when I sat on it, and fell asleep slowly; My mother once took me to see the cradle I slept in when I was a baby. At that time, there must be a maid who kept rocking the cradle. If I stopped, I would cry. Even my mother's arms couldn't stop me.

Samuel asked me with a smile, if I particularly like swinging things.I said yes, thanks to you taking me out to sea, so that I can sleep peacefully every day.

He smiled contentedly.He is always like this, happy because of other people's happiness.At this moment, this "other" is me, so I also feel happy.

Actually, I don't like the sea.Maybe it's because of turning into a beast, whether I'm standing on the cabin or lying on a fixed gorg, I'll feel dizzy and almost vomit, but luckily I can't see it, but now Three years have passed, and although my feeling hasn't changed, I've gotten used to it.

I didn't tell Samuel, and he said it would be great if everyone didn't get seasick. If he knew that I was always sick as long as I was at sea, he would definitely change his plan.

I'm so glad I had such an influence over him.

I lay in the shade of the deck and listened to Samuel sitting in the front telling Roy vivid stories. He called them fairy tales, each of which had a tortuous process, a tragic protagonist, and a perfect ending.Coleridge sat near me, listening indifferently.Among us, only Roy, the mermaid who has super strength but is the shallowest in dealing with things, can listen attentively and change his expression because of the turning point of the story.

Coleridge asked me suddenly: "Edwin, when are you going to express your heart to Samuel?"

I knew I couldn't hide it from him.

"I'm not going to tell him."

I said this very honestly, and what I said was indeed what I thought, but Coleridge had an expression of disbelief, and he said:

"You still don't understand, you don't want to say it now, but one day, you can't help but say it."

I just smiled and didn't refute him.He just doesn't understand. He doesn't know the deep connection between me and Samuel at all, let alone know that I can really hold back.

Not only have I endured for three years, no, no, the word "forbearance" should not be used, I didn't intend to say it, so why did I endure it?

Samuel was actually a fool.He always felt that the first time he came into contact with witchcraft, he practiced it flawlessly, so he confided in me and gave me complete trust.But he didn't know that the only thing fixed in this contract was that I couldn't hurt him in any way, but the influence on me gradually faded after a short while.

I know what he has done to me and what is expected of me.And me, this kind of me, who has a vengeful heart and a vicious heart, didn't even have the slightest thought of revenge against him when I was fully awake.

Yes, according to the contract, I can't hurt him in any way, not indirectly, but I can also be passive and sabotage, not giving him the same trust in return, but I don't, I work hard to make me more in line with what he wants The kind of character in the contract is not just for him not to find that the contract is just a half-finished product, but his expectation, which is exactly the type he likes - how good this is, many people desire to be the favorite of the person they admire The kind, and I don't have to guess, I can do it according to the detailed description I put forward.

Even if it only makes him like me, like a friend, not a lover.

Maybe it was because I recalled that when the contract was still strong, he said "I love you" to me, and the rose field turned into rose earrings, and when he put them on my ears, I decided to change myself , Change according to the mold he specified for me, and be the person he wants to see, just because the words he said are sincere.

Of course, there are many kinds of "love". The love he mentioned is not exactly the kind I expected.Originally, according to my personality, I should take the initiative to fight for and plunder, but I can't give up after asking, followed by destruction.But I didn't do anything.I behaved and joked as he wished, and through our secret connection, my actions were always pleasing to him.I don't think I'm humble. My actions to please him also please me. It turns out that doing things for others can really make me happy. Mother, I really met the person who can change me.

I don't want to say my heart to Samuel.My mind is my own, I enjoy such secret attention, such secret pain, maybe I say it, even if Samuel agreed, I can't find the mood I used to, I love him, I love him I also love me who loves so quietly.

So I didn't fight for it, and that's what Coleridge didn't understand about me.I knew better that even if I fought for it, Samuel wouldn't say yes to me.A person like him is unbelievably soft-hearted, but also unbelievably stubborn. He has a set of principles for dealing with things that I can't even figure out.I can't fight for it. He doesn't like men, and he won't accept me as a lover. No matter what means I use, even if I pretend to be pitiful, he won't change him for me.Once I try to speak out and express it, he will feel troubled because of me, but now his mind is as clear as water, why should I make him unhappy because of my mind?

I thought quietly, these have actually been thought of by me many times.Coleridge said suddenly, "You fool, if you don't say it, how do you know he won't agree? What if he agrees?"

"No chance, he won't agree to me."

I said categorically.There is no possibility, this is not something that can be achieved with hard work, and I can't afford the consequences of saying it.Now, as a human being, I can talk to Samuel as I like, and watch his smile change with age up close; He acted like a baby.I can't imagine anything closer.

What else did Coleridge want to say, he was especially talkative today.I didn't want to tell him that he didn't know Samuel as well as I did, and I didn't want to share with him what I knew about Samuel.

"You're talking as if you know love very well. Is this your experience with Cinderella?"

I know who Cinderella is, Coleridge's wife, a woman who died on the wedding night, Samuel told me, so I know she's dead, and Coleridge parents.I deliberately brought up this kind of sad story of a family. It is most appropriate to cut off the conversation. However, I don't feel any guilt. He deserves it for trying to interfere with me and Samuel.

Coleridge was silent as expected, and I did not hide the corners of my raised lips. Then I stood up and patted the dust on my body.

Coleridge whispered behind me:

"Actually, I don't like her."

Tsk tsk, this kind of man is obviously the woman he chased, but now he says that he doesn't like him, he's not specific, and he doesn't like her.I decided to share this gossip with Samuel when I said good night to him tonight, so that Samuel could have a deeper understanding of who this guy is.

I walked over to Samuel, sat down against him, and put my head on his lap again.Samuel was trying to describe the appearance of a wolf to Roy, and he opened his teeth and claws, trying to show the wolf's faint eyes and long outstretched head.Roy, who has been living in the sea, is not clear about many things on land, so whenever Samuel tells him a story, he will be interrupted by Roy and tell him what he doesn't understand first, but Samuel Never bored, every time I described Roy very patiently.

Waiting for Roy to half-understand and half-understand that he understands what a wolf is, Samuel continued.After listening to it for a while, I realized that the protagonist of the story Samuel told this time was neither a princess nor a prince, nor was he a beautiful and intelligent person. Instead, he was just a commoner child living in the forest, named Little Red Riding Hood, who gave things to his grandmother. A story about a man-eating wolf.

What he said was very interesting, with its own sound effects and various dubbing, which led to the fact that it was just an ordinary beast, but what he said was horrific. Roy, the carnivorous mermaid, was once a mermaid who dyed a piece of sea red The overlord of the sea, however, was trembling with fright, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he kept asking "and then", "and then", as I listened, I also smiled slightly without knowing it.

The sun is gradually shifting, the sky is high and the sea is wide. I lean close to Samuel, and I am very happy to hear him talking. I don’t know how many incidents he added on a whim to see Roy change his face, resulting in a child and The story of a wolf has not been finished yet.I gradually became sleepy. Although the sea was calm, the boat kept shaking, and a slight dizziness accompanied me all the time, but at this moment, this uncomfortable dizziness suddenly reminded me of me lying on the bed when I was a baby. Inside the shaking cradle, my head is empty, but I know that I hope this will last forever.

I will always be next to Samuel, like now, he is not facing me, but knows that adjusting the position makes me sleep more comfortably.