When mentioning his own trickery, Ewen smiled proudly, in his view, the more popular an author is, the better they are at deception.
Cinderella's demeanor weakened; the story Ewen told was largely the same, just completely different in detail, and it was precisely these details that made the story's direction entirely different.
It's as if Ewen knew what the girl wanted to ask, he continued, "I've always thought of this as a very romantic job.
Reality isn't perfect or blemish-free, sometimes it's even cruel, but as a storyteller, I have the ability to make it beautiful, to comfort others' hearts."
Ewen had rested enough and talked enough; it was time to continue moving forward. He stood up, blinked forcefully, and the wind and rain outside the porthole reminded him of the day he killed the captain.
"I often miss my young and foolish days."
Ewen said as he picked up the blood-stained Short Sword, gesturing for Cinderella to follow him.
