The Evil Queen’s Beautiful Principles

Disgusting, I had a dream.

In the ...... tower, I was alone, leaning against the window sill and looking at the sky.

Maybe if I hadn't met ...... Alicia, I would have spent all day gazing at the sky like that in a daze, wishing I wasn't here, wishing I was somewhere else.

I'm not here, I just wish I was somewhere else.

...... spooky child

"Poor Your Majesty.

No, he's looking at me. We have to get out of here.

"Why is this dangerous child in the palace?

"Why was this child born?

"'I wish they'd go away.

The voice of my heart, directed at me.

Because it was a secret voice that did not come out of my mouth, the words were relentless.

So, I thought I was used to being told.

I was going to think that I didn't have a choice.

I tried to convince myself that I was happy enough not to hear that kind of heartfelt voice from your father and mother.

But it was no use.

Even if I got used to it, it didn't mean I wouldn't get hurt.

I didn't want this kind of power.

I didn't want to get hurt any more.

Looking up at the sky, I was crying.

And suddenly, my perspective changes.

A sight I should have never seen before.

A young Alicia was stunned in the center of the blood pool.

The people lying on the crimson did not move.

In her magical runaway, she had hurt those who were with her.

It must have been painful.

It must have been painful.

The fact that you hurt people unexpectedly.

I must have wished such power was gone.

I would have wished that I hadn't hurt them any more.

Looking up at the sky, she had tears in her eyes.

Also, the perspective changes.

A scene that should have never been seen before.

The scene of a young girl being persecuted by her family and her magical powers.

A young boy being abused by his family because of his magical powers.

Everyone looked at the sky. Weeping.

They have cursed. Prayed.

For a world without magic.

A world where I do not suffer.

A world where you don't hurt others.

Oh, it's a really nasty dream.

Probably because of some reports I read about the plight of the magician.

It reminded me of my past self.

It breaks my heart to see how cold this world and its people are, no matter how far they go.