The Knight from the Fairytales

Chapter 66: Mother-Born

Beihai launched into a verbal onslaught, talking about how one shouldn't have appearance anxiety, that it's all superficial. You need inner beauty, you need to be kind, you need to do good deeds, only then will you receive sincere praise from others.

He spoke with such soul-stirring passion, his heart completely free of any burden.

The Queen listened, dumbfounded. She had truly never heard this kind of talk before.

Her daily routine was to get up, then ask the Magic Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in all the world?

But to this day, we still don't know exactly how the Magic Mirror judges the standard for the world's most beautiful. Is it based on humans or animals? Is it based on kindness or evil in the heart?

Or perhaps the Magic Mirror has some strange fetish, liking the cosmetics on the dressing table or something like that.

In short, after Beihai's round of smooth-talking, and with no Magic Mirror currently available for the Queen to consult and measure the standard against, the boundaries suddenly became blurred.

Hearing Beihai's spiel, the Queen couldn't help but touch her own face with her hand, beginning to have self-doubt.

"Can I really be like this?"

Beihai also grasped the Queen's hand, his gaze extremely sincere, his eyes very clean, not a trace of defilement to be seen.Even though the Queen's entire face was now deathly pale, her hands still had that thick layer of white foundation, and up close that intense smell of cosmetics drilled straight into his nostrils.

Now her makeup was also smudged.

Good news: the other party was wearing pure white foundation, so even smudged, it didn't look too terrifying, just some fingerprints on her face at most.

Bad news: it was applied too thickly. With this touch, the dust was practically floating in the air!

"That's right, Your Majesty the Queen. As long as you turn over a new leaf, as long as you perform one good deed every day, no matter what appearance you take, in my heart you will always be the most beautiful."

Beihai uttered these words without a second thought, his heart truly without any burden.

The Queen only had a flicker of emotion in her eyes;

her expression didn't really change. To be accurate, even if it had changed, you couldn't tell.

But for Beihai, this was very good news. The plan was already complete!

As Beihai stood up, he pulled the Queen up with him. The Queen staggered a bit as she rose, but still stood steadily, then began walking towards her workshop.

The workshop was the place where she specifically concocted her witchcraft. Although many materials had been destroyed.

"My appearance... when I grew from a young girl into what I look like now, I knew I would eventually grow old. The Magic Mirror understood this even better. When my age advanced, it would choose a more beautiful and charming young girl."

Looking at the Queen's pallid face, Beihai suddenly remembered something. In fact, there was a legend in the Middle Ages about applying bone ash to one's face to make it whiter.

To put it bluntly, it was a distorted aesthetic, valuing whiteness as beauty.

Snow White just happened to be exactly as described, as white as snow. Looking at the Queen's face now, he suddenly felt he understood something.

The Queen reached her hands into clear water, then washed her face, rinsing off all the white powder on her face. When she raised her head again, it was the face of a charming young matron.

This time, the Queen took out a mirror and looked at her own face after removing the makeup. It didn't have the white tenderness of a young girl, nor the white makeup.

Compared to the greenness of a young girl, the Queen was a plump, juicy fruit that had already ripened. The two were fundamentally different.

Young girls were astringent and bitter, even very raw. In comparison, most people still preferred to eat ripe fruit. Only when they grew tired of it would they occasionally sample something fresh.

The Queen was actually somewhat disappointed with her own appearance.

"Sigh, I really have grown old after all."

Beihai quickly stepped forward, directly grabbing her hand, hurriedly beginning to comfort her.

"No, you are the most beautiful. What is Snow White? She can't compare to you. You must believe me!"

In Beihai's eyes, the Queen saw no lies. These words were indeed true. Compared to the Magic Mirror's emotionless, mechanical nature,

The impact Beihai brought was certainly sufficient. Regarding this matter, Beihai was also somewhat surprised. After all, she asked the Magic Mirror every day, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?

If she didn't have some foundation, forget the Magic Mirror not saying anything else, it definitely wouldn't bother answering the Queen, and the answer would absolutely not be the Queen.

From this, it could also be seen that Snow White actually had some time to survive in the palace. The Queen asked the Magic Mirror every day, and the Magic Mirror gave an answer every day. This also represented the duration Snow White could survive.

Until the Queen's age... advanced. The princesses here were generally 16 years old. Looking at it from the perspective of a youthful maiden, the Queen was indeed already eliminated.

Thus, Beihai never expected that the Magic Mirror's aesthetic was somewhat dangerous, and this was an illness. The only way to cure it was to employ the physical Holy Sword.

"Ahem, Your Majesty the Queen, you must remember, in my heart, you will always be the most beautiful. This is something no one can replace."

"What about Snow White?"

"Snow White doesn't even make the list."

This was the truth. The princesses' ages were a hurdle Beihai couldn't cross.

Sixteen years old, only sixteen! What was he supposed to do? Be a beast?

After successfully persuading the Queen, the next step was to find the Prince. But this was also very simple;

he just needed to tell his animal friends.

As for the Queen, she ran out to test the truth of Beihai's words. She ran out, not sure if she was helping an old lady cross the street or helping the bakery couple grind flour.

Beihai used some snacks to attract pigeons, then voiced his request.

Soon, several pigeons flew out. Beihai kept one pigeon behind, asking the doubt in his heart.

"How do you accurately find the Prince among the vast sea of people? Is there some secret?"

The pigeon snuggled in Beihai's hand, occasionally rubbing its head against him. The affinity emanating from Beihai made it feel comfortable from the heart.

This feeling was hard to describe. The pigeon rubbed and rubbed, even making a comfortable purring sound from its mouth.

"We just find the Prince like that."

The pigeon seemed not to understand why Beihai would ask such a question.

It was like when someone says: "Snow lotus fruit is a specialty of our Tibetan ethnicity."

"Then what is it? What is its origin?"

"Grown in the ground."

The pigeon's answer followed the same logic. Beihai stroked the pigeon's feathers, not quite knowing what to say, and could only laugh twice to ease the awkwardness.