## Verse 1 ...Cinderella woke up to the sensation of being immersed in lukewarm seawater. "Here is..." She mumbled and instinctively understood. This is inside of the author, inside the older brother Grimm. It seemed that her soul remained inside him without disappearing after swallowed whole by him. Cinderella looked around. Then she saw something shining in the distance. Unable to know the orientation of the world, she moved slowly using her instinct. As if to block her path, the shadow of the author appeared. It is not gentle at all, even though it is a dream-like world. I can see that you don’t want me to go there Luckily, I am pretty good at cleaning. Cinderella pushed forward, sweeping away the shadows of the author that got in her way. With every step she took forward. With every shadows she swept away. Memories of Jacob flowed into her mind. "Ahh..." The life he had lived. Memories of his brother and his family. The process of creating Grimm's Fairytales. "Wow... How... Ugly," Cinderella laughed. ## Verse 2 I loved old literature and poetry. I spent my days collecting and studying the folklore scattered around the country, which would eventually disappear if left unattended. ## Verse 3 Because of my obsession with my research, I was not good at socializing, and those around me called me stubborn. However, my brother, who was a sociable person, supported me. ## Verse 4 My little brother, Wilhelm, was irreplaceable. He and I had supported each other in our research. I could not imagine my life without him. ## Verse 5 My little brother was weak. So, I took on the role of traveling around the country to collect interesting anecdotes from storytellers for him. ## Verse 6 ...One day, Wilhelm who was reading the anecdotes I had collected told me this. "If we are going to put these together as a story, why don’t we dramatize it a bit?" ## Verse 7 I disagreed. But my brother and his wife said "A story lives only when people read it." ## Verse 8 Indeed, there is nothing sadder than a story that is not read. My brother convinced me to make the stories I collected into fairytales and to told the world that all our previous research was a lie. ## Verse 9 As the reputation of Brothers Grimm grew, I... I became jealous of my beloved brother's talent. ## Verse 10 Cinderella reached the "bottom" and there was a spiritual body that could be said to be the root of older brother Grimm. "...Did you see my memories?" Cinderella nodded and the older Grimm laughed emphatically. "Thats right. I foolishly became jealous of my beloved brother. I hated his talent." "So you took away his right arm?" "...Even if I did, neither the talent nor the reputation would be mine." "How pathetic. But..." Cinderella mocked the Grimm brother. "You knew it yourself too. Your brother is better than you!" The old Grimm glared at those words. Grimm's fairy tales were passed down to posterity... Not because of you. But your little brother. The stories were famous because your little brother dramatized them! And you couldn’t accept that fact. A little brother who was more outstanding that his older brother! Stop... Please stop! The characters in the story he had brought into the world pointed out the pettiness he had hidden from her. It was like a parent being mocked by the children, so to speak, or God being mocked by man. This shame, this disgrace... No way he can endure it. "I am... I AMMMMMM!" The spirit of old brother Grimm screamed unbearably and was destroyed to pieces. "The more pride the author has, the more vulnerable he is to psychological attacks." Cinderella waved goodbye to the fading spirit of older Grimm. "Now. I have to make good use of this body that my parent left me, right?" ## END Cinderella's spirit melted the inside of older Grimm's body. And so, Cinderella who had performed the devilish act of murdering her own parent and took over the body, was reborn. Ironically, she was as beautiful as an angel. --At that instant. A roaring thunder accompanied by a light that cracked the sky enveloped her. The angel who killed her parent was swallowed by the blast and disappeared.

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