Beaver Duke leaned back in her seat, watching the enormous storybook in the air.
A Feather Pen was writing on its pages, occasionally moving back to earlier pages to erase what it deemed pointless chatter and useless plot.
B80 sat on the round table beside her, peeling grapes for Beaver Duke.
Little Robot trembled with fear. It could sense Beaver Duke's mood growing worse and worse. And not just hers-the Feather Pen writing away was growing increasingly irritable too, its tip nearly tearing through the paper as its scratching grew faster and louder.
"In the darkness, the exhausted Mail Carrier, with nowhere left to run, opened the letter in her hands with a look of resolve. Even if she died, she would die knowing why Mail Carriers could not open letters.
"When the letter unfolded, the Mail Carrier's pupils trembled. She said, 'So that's it! I was the source of the curse all along.'"
Beaver Duke: "..."
If she hadn't known that opening a letter cost a Mail Carrier her Mail Carrier skill, she might have believed it.
Not a single plot point she wanted to see had appeared. Su Yitong's name hadn't even shown up in the story, and she herself was merely a mysterious gift-giver.
Between ruthless decisiveness and kindhearted goodness, Zai Jiu Xunge had chosen to give herself an absurd amount of extra material.
Between an innocent fairy tale and a dark fairy tale, she had chosen a drastic rewrite.
The Feather Pen kept scribbling furiously.
"'It was me! I made it impossible for lies to exist in letters...' the Mail Carrier murmured to herself, tears brimming in her eyes. 'Without this rule, couldn't Mail Carriers live happy lives?'
"'Then let me, the source of the curse, end all this. As long as I disappear, there will