Edward did his best to make these fairy tales, the sort only little girls liked hearing, interesting through a lively delivery. Bernadette curled up on the sofa like a real little girl, falling asleep to the fairy tales.
Presumably, Old Huang had told stories to lull his daughter to sleep just like this back then. He had "appropriated" all these fairy tales, then proudly declared to his daughter that he had made them up himself. Tsk.
"Huh?"
Edward suddenly froze as a bad feeling rose in his heart:
"Other than Snow White and the Magic Mirror, I don't think I've really heard these fairy tales out in the world. Could some of them be stories Old Huang only told his daughter? With Old Huang 'dead,' there should only be two people left in this world who knew those stories, including his adopted daughter Cattleya."
So... why would I know them?
Holy shit!
This is bad!
At that thought, Edward went numb.
He quickly recalled the process of becoming "acquainted" with this Ms. Huang Beibei.
Their first meeting had been on the night he went to wipe out the Zimang Party. He had found that stack of diaries, suspected to belong to another transmigrator, in the Zimang Party's safe. But just after he finished the first page, Bernadette had arrived, taken the diaries away, and left him with the words, "May you have a sweet dream tonight."
The second time had been while he was chatting with Audrey in a carriage. He mentioned the idiom Covering One's Ears While Stealing a Bell, which aroused her curiosity, and then told her the story behind it.
The third time had been that afternoon at the Bravehearts Bar, when he told the story behind the idiom Filling in with Incompetent Musicians.
The fourth time