CH. 35: Snow White XI

Inside the castle, the Queen sat on her throne. She looks at the four angry males with weapons, and a black bear pointed at her.

"I don't have it." She growls for the nth time, "I haven't had to need to make the antidote. So I don't have all the ingredients to make it."

"What do we need." Maddock asks while pointing his hammer at her.

"We need one ingredient." She beakons one of the servants to fan her.

"So? It's only one ingredient. What's the problem." Vincent chirps, trying to make the mood lighter. However, the Queen just frowns at him.

"We need a fairy's wing. Specifically, a light fairy." The giant dwarf grumbles, "The problem is, SHE got rid of most of them. Now it's hard to spot one."

"Can't we just ask the mirror?" Jung-woo asks, "Hey Mirror, where can we find a light fairy."

The mirror in his hand appears, "There are no light fairies in the vicinity." It echos before disappearing.

"So, there isn't one in this castle." Vincent observes.

While everyone is discussing how to wake Marianne up, Hyun-cho is in deep thought about the current dilemma.

He never had to encounter this in the past regressions. Although, all five times, it was just Vincent and him. Maybe because a female had joined the storyline that the difficulty rose. However, Hyun-cho does know where he can get a light fairy's wing.

"We'll, go search for the wing." Hyun-cho says out loud, bringing everyone's attention to him.

"Hmph. Good luck with that." Snow White scoffs laughing, "As long as she's asleep, no one can see how fair and beautiful she is. She's going to stay inside that box and rot away."

"Hyung." Hyun-cho looks down at the boy next to him, "Can I kill her?" When did he have a knife in his hand? I mean, this was what the Dal Jung-woo of the past regressions was like. Cold, detached, and ready to kill anyone who'd get in his way.

"Are you thinking that if you kill her, your Noona will wake up?" The boy doesn't say anything.

"That's up to you." He says before walking away and up to the giant dwarf.

"I know where to find one." Hyun-cho pulls out a piece of paper and draws on it, "If you follow this. You'll find it."

"Why are you giving this to me." His red eyes glares down.

"I'm going to stay here to protect her." Maddock points at the white casket that Marianne was in. The servants had decorated it with various flowers per Jung-woo's request.

"Noona is the most fairest and most beautiful of them all."

"How can I trust you?" He grabs Hyun-cho by the collar and lifts him off the ground, "For all I know, you might do something to her while she's asleep."

Should I just kill him again? Hyun-cho wonders while giving Maddock a glare of his own. His invisible black mana burst from him, causing Maddock to let go and back away.

"I don't trust you. Therefore, I'm the only option. It's non-negotiable." Hyun-cho walks away and takes a seat next to the sleeping Marianne.

"Vincent and Jung-woo will go with you. Be back by dusk, or else it will be too late to save her."

Maddock glares at him, crumpling the paper in his hand. He looks at the blond man and the young boy, "If you want to save her, let's move."

Jung-woo was about to protest, wanting to stay next to Marianne when Hyun-cho gives him a sharp look, shutting him up. Vincent sighed as if he had no choice but to follow the decision.

"And you." Hyun-cho looks at the Queen, "You can stay there till they get back."

"What?! I have things to do! Run this castle, run the kingdom. I also need to eat, drink, and use the lady's room. You can't stop me!" She gets up from her throne with her servants shielding her. Hyun-cho pulls his sword, and in a flash, he disappears and reappears in his spot. Blood and body parts spurt everywhere. Even the Queen's white dress had now turned bloody red. With so much blood, she passes out on the floor. Everyone was silent.

"Get going. Her life will be in danger if you keep standing there." Hyun-cho cleans his sword and puts it back to his side. He takes his seat back next to the sleeping woman.

" . . . "

"Come on!" Jung-woo starts running out of the castle with Maddock and Vincent right behind him. When everyone left, George the butler steps out from the shadows.

"You are quiet, the gentleman, Sir." He comments.

"IF she does anything I don't like. I'll kill her myself." He warns. The butler simply pushes his glass up his eyes,

"Yes... Thank you for sparing the Queen. I will get this cleaned up."

While more servants run in to clean the throne and move the fainted Queen, Hyun-cho stares at the woman in the casket. He never did get the chance to really look at her.

Her black brown hair fell in waves down to her waist. She had a small heart face with a button nose and full rosy lips. Her cheeks were slightly flush even though she was sleeping peacefully. The flowers added a strange ethereal beauty to her.

Hyu-cho uses his skill on her. ACTIVATING [GOD'S EYE].

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Name: Marianne Primrose LVL: [ 5]

[STATUS ALIGNMENT: POSIONED - COMATOSE]

Height: 168cm

Age: 24

Occupation: [ERROR]

STR: 50 [ERROR]

SPE: 49 + [ERROR]

STA: 50 + [ERROR]

DEF: 50 + [ERROR] [+50]

INT: 51 + [ERROR]

LUCK: 51+ [ERROR]

MANA: 50+ [ERROR]

Unallocated Stat Pts: 11

Coins: 500,000

SKILLS: [HEALING OF AN ANGEL LV. 3] [ERROR] [ERROR] [ERROR]

PASSIVE SKILLS: [AUTO-HEALING LV.2]

EQUIPMENT: [ COUPLE'S STORAGE RING (F)] [COUPLE'S MATCHING ARMOR OUTFIT (F), DEF +50]

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The regressor frowns. Although he could now see a bit of information, his skill was still receiving [ERROR] messages all across Marianne's profile. His eyes find her small wrists to her long, thin fingers where her silver ring sat. His finger touches his own matching ring.

With the ring's special effect, he can see her health gauge without having to see her status profile. With the help of her passive skill [AUTO-HEALING], it somehow negated her being poison fully, but she is still poisoned until we can detox her.

Her health gauge was sitting at a dangerous spot, going back and fort from red to yellow, but it never stays on either one.

"What are you." Hyun-cho takes a lock of hair and fiddles with it. It was surprisingly soft. He runs his fingers through his hair and notices the difference between hers and his.

" . . . "

Ditching the hair, he sits back down on the chair and patiently waits. While he does, he tries to rearrange his plan once the other three come back with the fairy's wing.