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Chapter 16: The Weird Uncle’s Snow White
Sheriff Bernard’s small villa didn’t look particularly large from the outside, yet inside, the rooms were surprisingly ample. Even after carving out space for a living room, kitchen, and bathroom, there were still seven or eight rooms left—more than enough to serve as bedrooms.
This meant that Marlon no longer had to stay in the cramped attic. Thanks to Sheriff Bernard, he and little Anvi were each assigned their own bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
Anvi’s room was at the edge, followed by Marlon’s combined bedroom and study, which was right next to the boudoir of the little fox girl, Amy.
Alright, Marlon admitted, his heart did twitch with a faint, pink-tinted daydream when he caught a glimpse through the slightly ajar door of Amy’s room, from which soft, rosy light spilled—but truly, it was just a flicker of a thought.
Yet the next moment, looking at the little fox girl Amy standing beside him, tilting her head with eyes as pure and crystalline as sapphires, Marlon felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Humanity was inherently flawed, he thought—but also innately inclined toward goodness.
Gathering his focus, Marlon set his manuscript down in the empty new bedroom. Before long, under the silent pull of Amy’s sapphire-blue eyes—which seemed capable of drawing out his “better nature” on their own—he found himself back downstairs in the villa’s living room, a space over fifty square meters, with hardwood floors, a sofa, and a marble-topped ironwood coffee table.
Amy pointed to the sofa, her joyful gaze conveying a clear, unspoken message: she wanted Marlon to sit down and tell her a story.
It was then that Marlon realized something: since the moment he had opened the door, the little fox girl Amy—whose eyes spoke volumes—hadn’t uttered a single word.
How could this be?
Such an adorable, delicately sculpted little creature… could she really be—mute?
“Sheriff Bernard… um, Uncle, is Amy—?”
Marlon tried to confirm with Sheriff Bernard.
Bernard’s expression briefly darkened, but it softened instantly into paternal warmth, filling his gaze with affection for Amy. “Yes, my little Amy is exactly as you think, but… does that matter? She will always be my beloved, precious daughter! Enough of that—Marlon, could you really bear to let my little Amy stare at you with those pleading eyes, begging for a fun story?”
Indeed, just as Sheriff Bernard had said, Amy, happily swishing her fluffy fox tail, now gazed at Marlon with only one intention:
“Big brother, I want you to tell me a story…”
Alright, alright. The “big brother” phrasing, so typical of anime moe-speech, was entirely Marlon’s own mental voice-over—he couldn’t help it, having watched plenty of Japanese anime before he crossed over into this world.
But—there was no doubt about it: the adorable, charming little fox girl wanted to hear a story.
Oh my…!
What else could Marlon do in this situation?
Never in his life had he imagined he would become the kind of strange uncle who tells stories to little girls. Yet with a wry smile, he naturally sank into the soft, brand-new sofa and patted his cousin Anvi, who still looked a little hesitant. “Anvi, come sit. I’ll tell you and Amy a story.”
Amy, of course, needed no invitation. As Marlon sat down, she fluttered like a sapphire-blue butterfly, alighting gracefully on the sofa directly opposite him.
“Cousin… I, I might make it dirty…”
Anvi, in contrast, hesitated over the pristine sofa, as though he had experienced some past trauma with furniture.
Marlon didn’t say much—he reached out, gently pulled the boy closer, and settled him onto the sofa.
“You three, behave yourselves at home! I’m stepping out for a bit, but I’ll be back soon.”
Sheriff Bernard nodded with satisfaction, and with that single instruction, he hurried toward the front door.
“Uncle, please be safe out there!”
Marlon called politely.
Bernard didn’t reply, only gave a couple of firm pats to the bulging gun holster at his left hip—a move that looked effortlessly cool and heroic.
Marlon shook his head; it seemed all show. But when he glanced back, he saw Amy staring after Bernard with wide, admiring eyes.
Ah, this Uncle Bernard really did pamper his daughter. That flashy gesture was just to reassure Amy!
In that case, staying here for the time being should be perfectly safe…
Marlon thought to himself.
Yet his gaze soon met Amy’s again, her eyes sparkling with that innocent, pleading expression: “Big brother, I want to hear your story.”
“Ah…” Marlon cleared his throat, mentally running through stories suitable for the little fox girl. Thanks to his uncanny ability to recall every movie, novel, magazine, and piece of music he’d ever encountered, he quickly decided on a tale.
“Long, long ago, in a distant kingdom, there lived a brave king and his beautiful, kind queen. They longed for a child and prayed to the heavens with all their hearts. After many long prayers, the queen finally gave birth to a lovely little princess. Her skin was as white as snow, her cheeks as rosy as apples, and her hair was jet-black and silky—absolutely beautiful. The king and queen named her… Snow White.”
Yes, the story Marlon told Amy and Anvi was Snow White. But not the original Grimm version—instead, it was adapted into the Disney animated film that earned the company its first-ever Academy Award for Best Animated Feature, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Though the movie lasted eighty-three minutes, Marlon’s oral storytelling brought it to life in an equally long, vivid tale.
Of course, occasionally Marlon’s words faltered, leaving Amy blinking at him with puzzled sapphire eyes and prompting Anvi to interject.
Yet he succeeded in captivating them—because…
When he described Snow White thriving under her parents’ love, becoming adored by everyone, and how animals in the forest—deer, rabbits, squirrels, and birds—would flock to her while predators restrained their claws, Amy giggled delightedly, and Anvi looked utterly enthralled.
When he recounted the wicked queen poisoning Snow White with an apple, Amy’s fluffy blue tail bristled in fury, and Anvi clenched his tiny fists in anger.
When the prince opened the crystal coffin and revived Snow White with a loving kiss, Amy’s tail relaxed and swayed softly once more.
But just as Marlon was about to tell how the jealous stepmother met her comeuppance, the doorbell rang, accompanied by a loud knock, and Sheriff Bernard’s voice echoed into the living room:
“Little ones, come on out! It’s time to attend the funeral ceremony!”