I Thought It Was a Fairy Tale but the Genre Is Strange

The Three Little Pigs (4)

An old, shabby cabin weathered by many years. As we left the forest, we saw the cabin standing alone on a quiet field. Through the window of the cabin, we saw the pig pacing nervously inside. The youngest pig was moving busily as if searching for something.

[That b*stard is really in there!]

“Kya ha ha ha, he doesn’t even know his mother is dead, what’s he doing in there?”

Elise dropped the corpse of the mother pig she was carrying onto the ground. She didn’t care that her body was stained with the mother’s blood.

Seeing the pig’s face, a mix of complicated emotions and boiling anger surged within me. I strode to the front of the cabin door. When I tried to open the door, it was naturally locked from the inside, so I knocked roughly.

“You pig who tried to sell us out! Open the door!”

“Huh, huh!”

There was a loud noise from inside. The pig hurriedly came to the window and turned pale at the sight of us waiting at the door. He must have thought we were already in the wolf’s belly, so seeing us must have felt like seeing a ghost.

[Open the door! If you don’t, we’ll break it down and come in!]

“How, how did you get here, oink!”

“Kya-hahaha! Were you planning to sell us to the wolf and rest here?”

The pig gulped and suddenly disappeared. From inside the house, a loud noise echoed as if something heavy was being dragged across the floor. The windows that illuminated the interior were covered with curtains.

“I, I absolutely won’t open it, oink!”

“Ha, look at this.”

I let out a hollow laugh in disbelief. This guy is now staging a sit-in inside his house? I never thought I’d be in a position to break into a pig’s house. I turned to Alice and said,

“Please, Alice.”

“Hmm~ If it’s a request from my darling, I have to comply~”

Ariel and I stepped back, and Alice hummed a tune as she swung her mace. The heavy mace struck the door with a powerful blow.

Boom! The entire house shook with the violent impact. The part hit by the mace was, of course, shattered, revealing the inside. But the interior of the house was not visible. The entrance was tightly blocked with heavy furniture.

“Go, go away! Don’t come in! You can never enter here, oink!”

From behind the furniture, the pig’s urgent cries could be heard. Alice smiled mischievously.

“Are you trying to stop me with just that?”

Crash! Boom! Crack! Alice burst into a maniacal laugh as she swung the mace mercilessly. Each time the mace struck the door and furniture, wooden fragments flew in all directions. As the furniture blocking the entrance was smashed, the pig’s face, sweating coldly, became visible. Alice stuck her face through the gap created by the mace.

“Boo!”

“Eeeek!!!”

The pig frantically gathered all the furniture, like sofas and wardrobes, to block the entrance. I marveled once again at Alice’s monstrous strength as she nonchalantly destroyed the furniture. Watching the situation quietly, I whispered to Ariel.

[Trust me! I can do anything for the prince!]

Ariel confidently went to the window, created a large water droplet in her hand, and threw it at the window. The moment the water droplet hit the window…

BOOM!

A water bomb exploded, shattering the window. The shockwave knocked over a wardrobe that had been placed in front of the window, creating a passage into the house. I threw myself through it and successfully entered the house.

“Ahhh!!!”

The pig, who was moving other furniture, saw me and fell on his butt as if he had seen the Grim Reaper. His face turned pale, and his nose flared as his lips trembled.

“You shameless face. How dare you try to sell us out?”

“N-no! I-I didn’t mean to, oink!”

“Didn’t mean to, my foot!!”

I kicked his disgusting face.

“Oink!”

A pig’s cry burst out of his mouth. I pulled out my sickle with a grim expression.

“Ahhh! S-save me! Please, oink!!!”

The pig, with tears and snot streaming down his face, stumbled backward until his back hit the wall, blocking his escape route. Just then, Ariel climbed through the window, and Ellis smashed the remaining furniture to get inside.

“Oh my~ Are you already having fun?”

[You’re ready to die now]

The pig, sweating like rain and terrified, looked at Ariel and Ellis. Then he trembled like an aspen tree at the sight of my sickle pointed at his neck.

“Please, don’t do this! I-I didn’t want to do it either, oink!”

The pig tightly closed his eyes. Tears and snot continuously flowed into his mouth.

“Don’t make me laugh. You sold out your own family, and now you say you didn’t want to do it? You tried to sell us out just to save yourself?”

“H-how did you know!? Did the wolf tell you, oink!? Listen to me first, oink! I’m an innocent victim, oink! The wolf forced me to borrow money and threatened my life, oink!!!”

The pig flattened himself to avoid the sickle’s blade and suddenly grabbed my ankle, begging.

“Please, Honey! Don’t do this! There’s nothing good to come from this, Honey! Huh? So, let’s solve this through conversation, Honey!”

[Are you crazy!? How dare you touch my prince’s precious ankle with those filthy hands!!!]

“Eeeek! S-save me! Save me, oink!! I told you! I told you, so why are you doing this, oink!!!”

“How are we supposed to know where that is, kid?”

“Oink!!! M-map! I have a map, oink!!”

“Hmph~ bring it.”

As Alice let go of his hand, the pig’s body rolled backward several times and hit the wall due to the rebound from his desperate struggle to escape. Despite the excruciating pain in his crushed hand, he hurriedly got up, fearing that Alice might do the same to his other hand, and rummaged through a nearby cabinet, pulling out an old map.

I took the map, and it showed the rough geography of the continent we were standing on. The cursed kingdom wasn’t far from here.

The pig clutched his crushed hand and knelt, starting to beg for his miserable life.

“I-I’m really sorry, oink. I didn’t want it to come to this, oink. I just happened to go into a gambling den and went crazy, oink. I borrowed money and gambled, and the debt kept growing until it came to this, oink.”

[The b*stard who sold his family has a lot to say]

Ariel glared at the pig with disgust. The pig hung his head low.

“Yes, you’re all right, oink. I sold my brother, oink. And I tried to sell you instead of mom, oink. I did terrible things to you, so even if you kill me, I have nothing to say, oink. B-but I have…sniff!”

The pig started to sob, shedding thick tears like a waterfall.

“Mom, mom is still alive, oink! If I die, what will happen to mom, oink. She’ll be all alone, oink. P-please, oink!!! For the sake of our poor mom, spare my life, oink!! I’m begging you like this, oink!!”

The pig prostrated himself and begged earnestly. I watched him calmly and then spoke.

“She’s dead.”

“…?”

The pig lifted his head, not understanding what I meant. I repeated.

“Your mom is dead.”

“W-what do you mean, oink. I was in contact with her just yesterday, oink.”

I pointed outside with my thumb.

“You slipped and hit your head on a rock while wandering around looking for the brothers you sold off, and died.”

“Honey…?”

The pig’s eyes followed the direction I pointed. And then it stopped abruptly. At the corpse of the mother pig neatly placed on the field.