Type-Moon Crown Master

Andersen calmly adjusted his glasses and let out a cold snort. "A happily-ever-after ending? Master, are you joking with me?"

"Fairy tales are lies. The original versions of my fairy tales were all dark and bloody. It was only because later generations arbitrarily adapted them that people mistakenly believed my fairy tales were heartwarming stories. Do you... understand?"

"Fuck you!" Su Mo tore the manuscript to shreds in fury.

"Nooo!!" Andersen let out a miserable wail. Watching the scraps of paper flutter through the air, his heart bled.

"Master, I seriously interviewed every Female Heroic Spirit and wrote this script based on what they thought of you. What exactly are you dissatisfied with?"

"Twenty whole pages of sex scenes?"

"Yes. Every one of them wanted to drain Master dry."

"And then chop off my head with a machete?"

"Yes. Every one of them had an extremely strong desire to possess you."

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Su Mo was gripped by fear—a chill spreading through his entire body.

"Sherlock Holmes was right. This is practically a battlefield of jealous lovers. If I casually got involved with one of them now, I'd probably be hacked to death, right? Worse still, I might get castrated?"

Shaking his head, Su Mo picked up Shakespeare's manuscript and began to read.

"Wait, Master."

Having already witnessed Andersen's miserable fate, Shakespeare had to prepare himself mentally. Though he had not written any machete scenes, his script leaned toward rather heavy tastes as well.

"What is it~?"

"Before reading the script, I have a question for Master."

Su Mo and Su Hao raised their brows, interested smiles appearing on their faces. "You're making this sound so mysterious. It's fine, ask away."

"Does Master like harems?"

"..." Su Mo fell silent for a moment, then decided